Into A Bigger Land - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Martin could hardly sleep at night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was awakened by the thought of tall ladies. Gorgeous, curvaceous tall ladies who were all trying to tease him!

But, do they? Is he actually supposed to believe that every single woman in this town is actually into him? Well, aside from that lady from the coffee shop, there hasn’t been much action, right?

Let’s begin with the landlady, Mrs Hudson, she’s kind but she’s not trying to seduce him. Although, using his bathroom to take a shower and then coming out with her thick, curvaceous body only covered by a towel that makes him quiver to the mere thought, that’s not exactly not trying. But she’s not as forward, maybe she’s just that way.

Let’s move onto the office. His boss, Mrs. Legend, she’s very professional, and no attempts to tease him whatsoever, but the boss is not the only one at the office.

His three subordinates, the three ladies beneath his “wing”, and this is very sarcastic because they are so tall he can’t even reach the top of their heads while standing. Those three could try and tease, but he’s sort of their boss, there’s a chance they would be doing it only to get some time off, an extra break, a raise maybe?

However, the cafeteria lady, she was very forward. Josie was her name, and she left no doubt that she was trying to lure him with her body. Her ass was mesmerizing!

There’s no more people that have shown signs of being into him. That other supervisor lady? She was just nice, not that much of a tease.

The only one who has really given him some action was the manager at the coffee shop, and he wonders, is that something that comes with perks? Is he able to go and get free stuff? Or is the the kind of lady who’d get mad if she doesn’t receive a call back or text?

She’s a 7’3” amazon of a woman, and she’s built! Well, at least thick. She’s quite a threat to his 5´8” frame, he better call her or go see her before she gets mad. The last thing he needs is to have an amazon like her for an enemy.

However, there’s a thing, do all ladies think he’s into them exclusively? Or could they all be fighting for his attention? Is it good to have a whole town of ladies into you? Or is it better not to?

Maybe he should go and find that out. Tomorrow, since today’s over, he’s got work to do. But, speaking of the job and the perks he could get. Can he get some special attention? Could he play the handsome guy’s role with his boss and see if she’s “kind” with him?

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The next morning he woke up to the smell of bacon. But… bacon?

He stood up on his feet, made his way to the kitchen. The smell intensified as he approached. For a moment, he considered that the aroma was coming from somewhere else. Maybe Mrs. Hudson was cooking for herself, but she was not. At least not exclusively.

“Oh, you´re up, dear. Good morning! I was thinking, why not have breakfast together?” Said the amazon right from the stove.

Martin just smiled. Should he be worried by the fact that she can come in whenever she wants to? He locked the door last night, she must have a key on her own. Does this mean he’s got no privacy?

“I already put the towels in the bathroom. Nice and fresh!” She said.

Well, she’s kind, if anything she’s just giving him some special attention. And something a bit spicier.

Mrs. Hudson was a mature woman, he knows, but her body, she was hot!

If you’re into taller, thicker, more mature women, then she’s a dream come true. He never really considered he’d be into her, but she’s so hot it was inevitable.

Her pants are so tight on her thick frame. Her wide hips look so plump, her thighs look massive! Those long legs look so shapely and sexy. Her butt looks so juicily big as she sways her hips from one side to the other. She’s too busy cooking to notice he’s gawking at her.

He can see her smooth arms, thick and long, carrying the ingredients here and there. Moving and fixing such a delicious breakfast. She turns a bit, and even if not fully turned, he can see her enormous breasts. They seem to rest atop her healthy stomach, a mature woman can have a bit of a pauch, that’s fine. And it’s barely noticeable, her boobs are so enormous he can hardly focus on anything besides them.

The way her body jiggles, how her curves sway, bounce. She’s so hot, and he’s getting hard.

While sitting on the counter, he tries to accommodate so that she won’t notice his hard-on. A morning wood? Well, it could be if he was not harder than when he woke up. Mrs. Hudson’s so sexy, a tall, sexy beauty. A mature amazon in all of her 6’5” glory.

“I hope you’re hungry! I made plenty!” she said, carrying a plate full to the brim of scrambled eggs with one hand, and a tower of pancakes on the other. “Here you go…” she said as she placed both plates in the middle of the counter.

There was a plate already in front of him, with a fork and knife next to it, as well as some napkins.

“Thanks.” He said, he tried to look up but his eyes were captured by her bosom. So big, so round, is she wearing a bra? Those boobs look so creamy, so wobbly, they seem to move as they please, not restricted by a tight bra.

“Do you want milk?” She asked, making him swallow.

Milk? Is she…? Does she mean? Was it because he’s looking at her boobs? 

She noticed, didn’t she? He was too obvious, she was so close, her boobs were inches away from him. He thought she wouldn’t notice because her bosom might hide him, that her boobs were far too big for her to see him down there.

Now, the question is, milk? HER MILK?! Do they… lactate? Her boobs produce milk? She’s a mature woman, maybe her womanhood allows her too? Maybe… at her age, she still can? Martin had no idea what to do or say, did she actually offer him breast-milk?

“Or orange juice? Hmm? I could also make some coffee, but I wouldn’t recommend that, too much caffeine is no good for you, honey.” Ok, it was not a boob-milk tease.

This would be the first and only time someone has offered that to him. And he was unsure about what to do.

In fact, if this had been as he thought, how would things have happened? Does she have the milk ready? Maybe a bottle on the back-pocket of her pants. Will she milk herself right at this moment? Pull out a pump and cup? Or… WAIT!

Could the amazon woman actually breast-feed him? Will she pull out her enormous tits and… let him suck?

“Juice! The juice will be fine. Thank you.” He said, trying to cut off his thoughts.

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to say you can’t have coffee.” she replied, as if she had persuaded him.

“Oh no, I don’t… I’m not much of a coffee drinker myself.” Liar, he drinks coffee every morning, and sometimes at night.

He was just concerned because of the milk. Her boobs, milk from her boobs. Him sucking… he couldn’t think straight right now. Aside from his troublesome thoughts, he was hard.

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Next thing he knows he’s hand a glass of juice. A very big one. Then, she came back with a plate full of bacon and slices of orange on another one. It seems she’s the kind of lady who eats plenty for breakfast. Which makes sense, she’s twice his size.

For a moment, he forgot she was going to eat with him. He picked two pancakes and some bacon and began to pour the honey on top, and suddenly she sat next to him.

“Can you pass me the eggs, please?” He nodded.

She was sitting next to him! He’s hard! She can’t see his hard dick!!!

He wouldn't mind the company, but she’s sitting right next to him!

How does she fit? No offense, but she’s a thick woman, her butt’s HUGE. Even if the stool in which he’s sitting is quite spacious, there’s no way her ass fits! He didn’t dare turn to stare, but he was certain her enormous glutes were swallowing the stool’s seat.

Now, whether or not she fits, that’s not the main deal. The problem is his member, poking through his pants. Can she notice? If she looks at the table, no problem, but what if her eyes drift away a little?

He was trying to keep calm and for his member to settle, but he couldn’t. Maybe it was the thrill to her proximity or the way she smells, but his dick was throbbing!

“Let me help you with that…” she said.

As her hands slowly approached him, he didn’t dare to move. She’s seen it, she saw it! Now she was going to reach for his member! To pull his pajamas down and slowly caress his dick. He only closed his eyes.

Would it be bad? No, would he mind? Actually not. In fact he’s looking forward to it, his member throbbing with excitement as he waits for her hands to reach for his crotch. He’s only waiting for her words, for her to say anything about his member. Hard? Tent? Tense? Release? Anything! He was waiting for anything she could say about it. But things didn’t happen as he thought.

“There you go! You were missing the eggs on your plate! Oh, sweetheart, you can’t start your day without eggs, they are rich in protein! And they contain healthy fat. Now, eat before it gets cold.” Eggs? She only put a side of eggs on his plate?

He opened his eyes to a plate with more food. Can he actually finish that up? He usually skips breakfast, only coffee and some fruit once he reaches the office and he’s good until lunch.

“Thank you, you’re… you’re so sweet, Mrs. Hudson.” He said, feeling so bad with himself.

“No need to thank me, honey. I’m just glad to have some company. I’ve been lonely for so long now, you’re the only one who’s come here so far this year. This is my way to thank you.” She’s so nice and sincere, and he’s got a hard-on while sitting next to her.

She’s a bombshell, a gorgeous amazon that’s making him nervous and excited. He’s a jerk for lusting for her, she’s so nice and kind, and he’s just perving at her. Mistaking her kindness with flirtation. Maybe he should cool down a bit.

A nice cold shower will help him. But before that, let’s have some breakfast. Hopefully his dick won’t be hard when he’s over, or else, he won’t be able to leave the table.

“By the way, what do you think of breasts?” she spoke.

He almost chokes with the food in his mouth. Does she mean her breasts? Well, big and firm, they are nice… but is she actually speaking of that?

“I hope you don’t mind, but I prepared some lunch for you. Chicken breasts, seasoned and grilled. With sides, of course. But, do you prefer another part of the chicken? The thighs? Wings?” chicken, she means chicken.

“Oh, no, chicken b… it’s fine.” He responded. Why does everything she says seem to have another meaning? Or was his mind just dirty now?

“The breasts are the cleanest part. Full of protein and with the lowest fat percentage. But I don’t think a young man like you needs to take care of his diet.” she giggled.

He smiled. Hopefully she doesn’t say anything else he can misunderstand, or he’ll be doomed. His member’s as hard as it can be, if this keeps on, he won’t be able to get up.