Into A Bigger Land - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

When he arrived back to his apartment, he seemed disappointed.

“Hello, Martin! How was your day, honey?” Called Mrs. Hudson as he walked close by. 

“Hello, Mrs. Hudson… how’s it going?” He said, sounding sad.

“Dear, why are you sad?” She asked.

“Well… I went to the office in pajamas and… it seems it was not the pajama-day.” how stupid he feels when saying it out loud. But this is actually a thing! Only that… not here.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I thought you were feeling sick, that’s why I didn’t made a comment.” So she noticed? Well, he can’t blame her, but he can blame Lexie for this.

“It was a co-worker, she… it seems I’ve fallen for her prank.” She made a fool of him! It was her sensuality that made it so easy, his horned out mind betrayed him.

“That’s so rude! Did you tell your boss about it?” She said.

“Yeah… we had a chat.” He kind of lied, but he just wants to forget about this matter.

“I’m glad! It’s unacceptable to make fun of the new guy, I bet your boss had a really long chat with her.” Mrs. Hudson added.

“Yeah, I bet…” Is Lexie someone he should keep an eye open for? Or was this genuinely a mistake?

The other guy at the office, probably the only other guy, told him he should keep an eye open for men. They are not as friendly to foreigners as he was. But he really didn’t thought he should keep an eye open for the ladies.

Other than for them trying to seduce him, but them being mean? Maybe things are not as nice as he thought they would be. After all, people are people, right? He doesn’t have any sort of charming superpowers or anything.

“I’m so sorry you had a bad day, would you like to come to my place? I’ll make you some delicious dinner! And a slice of pie for dessert.” Mrs. Hudson winked at him.

“That sounds lovely.” At least she’s friendly. Or is this a facade? She’s not pretending to be a sweet landlady just to lure him, right?

“You poor thing, I bet they didn’t teach that co-worker of yours manners at home. Do you need a hug, dear? Hmmm?”  She approached, her arms widely open.

For a moment, he did want the hug. To be embraced by her soft arms, to be smothered against her massive bosom. She was a thick lady, a very voluptuous one. Not pear-shaped, but thick all over.

The massive thighs of the 6´5” amazon, her gigantic breasts that were right on his face. So thick, capable of smothering him with her sensuous thickness. He wanted to bury his face between her firm, big and heavy breasts. But that would be rude, right? She’s offering consolation, not lust. Unless…

Is Mrs. Hudson trying to seduce him? She was practically naked the other day at his place, covered only by a towel. She’s also very attentive with him, but that could be her sweet nature. He’ll have to be more observant towards everyone now…

—

Mrs. Hudson was the landlady of this big house that was split into pieces and then turned into smaller apartments. Her place, naturally, was the biggest one. The main part of the house.

As he walks in, he can tell the feminine touch all over. The scent of a mature woman can be seen everywhere he looks. Flowers, old-fashioned yet stylish furniture, fancy glassware, hats right by the door.

His place was nice, but it was more of a neutral apartment, minimalist but nice, her place was… much more elaborate. Which makes total sense, why wouldn’t she decorate her own place her way?

and on top of it all, there was a sweet aroma, coming from the kitchen.

“Those are the cookies, dear. I was making cookies, and I thought I could share them with you, so don’t feel bad if we finish the whole badge after dinner.” she giggled.

She was such a sweet woman, the best landlady he’s ever met. The most attentive, the most caring, and even the most… involved? She’s the only one he’s seen semi-naked. Which makes him wonder… does she have something in hands? Something in mind? Is she… lusty?

“And do you know what goes really well with cookies?” she purred, her eyes turning at him in such a way, he felt his heart skip a beat as she turned.

“W-what?” he asked, sex? The way she said it, the way she’s looking at him. Her eyes are locked on him, and those thick lips of hers, her mature aura only screams sex!

“Some milk! How about some milk, dear, hmmm? Milk and cookies?” The first thing that comes to his mind are her enormous breasts.

Milf? Like… straight from the source? He can’t help but to think on those huge breasts of hers.

Do the milf’s big, heavy and bouncy breasts produce milk? Is there a sweet, creamy nectar coming out of her huge boobs?

Why is he wondering that? What part of his brain is actually looking forward to it? Milk? To drink milf’s milk? Why is he even thinking about it! This is not his normal behavior, not even something he’s ever considered. Was it her mature woman aura? Is there something about her tits that really lures him?

she snapped him back to reality.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Why are you so quiet dear? You’re not lactose intolerant, are you?” she giggled.

“Oh no, not at all…” He replied, smiling and trying not to get hard.

“Well, it’s settled then. Just go wash your hands and I’ll set the table. I hope you like lasagna!” 

—

Martin was in the bathroom, washing his hands and also his face.

He was trying to wash away those thoughts of Mrs. Hudson, slowly removing her top. The thoughts of that sexy amazon slowly removing her bra. And the thoughts of her enormous breasts, being pressed together so sensuously as milk begins to pour from her nipples.

the sight of the 6´5” amazon’s gigantic tits dripping. Streams of milk coming down her nipples. So full, so much milk! And he was feeling thirsty?

“Fuck! She’s such a nice lady, and I’m lusting for her tits? And why milk?” Mommy vibes? Is that how he sees her?

In the end, he was able to come and meet her at the dinner table. Not hard, with no lust for the milk, and only looking forward to the food.

He feels bad, she’s so nice, and he’s just lusting for her. Was it because of the mixed signs she gives? You can’t pretend to be a sweet lady and also take showers at his place! But that’s also kind of sweet… no, he’s letting his lust take control of his common sense.

But he’ll keep an eye on her. Maybe the milf wants to seduce him?

—

This was a good moment to think. Who’s kind to him and who’s just trying to take advantage of him?

Who’s genuinely kind and who’s only luring him to think they are nice, just for him not to see it coming when they see his true colors. Mrs. Hudson’s the nicest lady he’s ever met, but what if that’s just what she wants him to think?

“Well, she gave me cookies to go so… I think she’s just a nice lady.” he said as he placed a topper full of cookies on the counter.

He’s living at a mature woman’s place, part of her place at least. And he’s on a foreign country full of women who are, by shortest, a full head taller than him. He’s at their mercy, how can he know he’s safe?

There’s no way this is a complot, right? This is so unfair. He thought he was in paradise! But after going through what this woman Lexie did, he’s not sure who he can trust now. Things were so fun before, so bright and full of hope, and now he’s paranoid.

Well this is a sign for him not to be so naive. 

He thought he could just go out and conquer this new world, but he must be cautious. Not everyone’s a friend, something he should’ve known by now.

But he’s not going to let this mess with him or his mind. This place is a thousand times better than home. So what if not every single person’s nice? There’s ten more people who are nice for everyone who’s not.

—

The next day was his free day, finally a day out of the office. A day for him to just wander and see downtown.

He was not in the big city, so there’s not really much urbanization here yet. When looking around, he can always see how nature surrounds him. Which is really nice, but where can you go?

The woods? Camping? He won’t risk it, what if a ten-feet-tall bear appears and tries to eat him?! This place is full of tall people, there must be other beings bigger than the average here.

When asking Mrs. Hudson, she suggested him to go downtown. There’s a lot to see, and eat, over there. Like a mall? But not in a single building.

“Just be careful, sugar. Don’t get lost. And if you do, call me and I’ll pick you up, ok?” That was so kind.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Hudson’s like a huge auntie. Caring, sweet and attentive. And with the tall body of a muse, so she’s not quite an auntie… she’s more like a hot mature amazon who cares? He gets all this mixed emotions, it’s confusing sometimes.

But it was set, he was going downtown. What awaits him there? He’ll know once he gets there.

What awaits him downtown? This could be a continuation of that time when he tried to use his “charm” to get free stuff. He stopped at a coffee shop, and he got a lot more than just coffee.

Which reminds him, he needs to get in touch with that lady from the coffee shop. She was the manager, and she gave him a lot of extra sugar, if you get the hint. She truly meant it, he needs to call her, or text her.

Was that her taking advantage of her size to intimidate him? Was she bullying him into staying in touch? This was one of those things he was uncertain about. She stood up for him, defending him from that guy who was really going to kick his ass, but then she demanded him to text her.

It was passive aggressive, but she was an amazon! Most of what comes from her while frowning is perceived as a threat. However, thinking about it a little more, he could really use that.

He’s going downtown, alone. Is that a good idea? What if he finds himself surrounded by a bunch of amazons? And what if each wants a piece of him? There’s no way he can stand against them! If he can’t defend himself from one, much less from a small crowd.

—

“Hi! It’s me, Martin. Are you free right now? Sorry to bother you, I hope I’m not texting at the wrong moment. I was just wondering if you could show me downtown.” and sent. 

He texted the coffee shop manager, Melody. He was unsure if she was going to read the message, much less to agree. Who’d say yes to something so sudden? So unannounced? This was rude of his, this was even unconsiderate. Why would she, if she was free, interrupt her free day just for him?

He was amazed when she replied within a minute, and more when he read her reply.

“I’m free! Where would you like to go? Send me your location and I’ll pick you up!” Wow, that was fast.

Now, he didn’t stop to think one thing, will she consider this as a date?