Meteor 77 - part 2
by meteorseventyseven@yahoo.com

Fernanda drove home, and for a while all she could think of was how her bosom
had been exposed. Once she cooled down however, the designer's last words echoed
in her head : "you have committed career suicide." She tried to block out those
words as best as she could, and when she got home she tried to distract herself
by reading and watching television. In the evening, she fixed herself some
dinner, but started to worry again. Her worries weren't really financial, as she
had save up a considerable amount of money. She was mostly worried about her
career, as she had always envisioned herself as modelling until at least 30. Had
she ruined her career in a fit of rage ? This thought danced around in her head,
and she couldn't stop thinking about it. In the coming weeks, Fernanda found
herself with a lot of free time on her hands, as she had no more modelling
assignments lined up from before. In addition, her agent had tried to find her
new ones, but as Fernanda found out quickly, the modelling world was a very
small one, and you just couldn't go around assaulting and insulting a major
designer like the one that she had.

With each passing day, Fernanda realized that the famous designer's last words
were coming out to be true after all. With all the free time on her hands, all
she could think about was how her career had apparently been ruined at the hands
of an evil little man. She had never thought too highly of men to begin with.
She had always seen them as insecure creatures with fragile eggshell egos, who
were only capable of objectifying beautiful women like herself as sex objects :
men simply weren't capable of appreciating any of the intrinsic qualities of
women. With the passage of some more time, what Fernanda had been dreading all
along finally came true : her career had been ruined. She spent many a day and
night crying, cursing her bad luck. Finally when she could cry no longer, she
decided on her new mission in life : revenge ! revenge on all men for all the
harm they had done to women like her !

During the following few months, Fernanda became more and more depressed as she
realized that she had lost her career. She also gained a few more inches in
height and some more weight. She still found this somewhat strange, but she
really didn't have any more energy to think about it too much. One day, she
decided to go to one of the more isolated beaches around Rio. She hated tan
lines, and she chose a secluded part of the beach where people were allowed
topless. Once she found a proper spot, she rolled out her towel, took off her
top, and proceeded to lie down on her stomach and enjoy the warm sun. After
about four hours, she turned over, and this time she lied on her back. She had
brought along a nice book to read, and soon she was immersed in her reading.

After about an hour, Fernanda noticed that her sun was being blocked out by
something. She looked up and saw a young-looking guy standing there. Fernanda
didn't appreciate this, as she had tried very hard to find a quiet spot and have
some privacy. Trying to control her temper, she looked up at the guy and said :
"Do you mind ? you are blocking out my sun !" The guy replied back : "Oh sorry !
No problem !" and with that he moved so that her sun was no longer being
blocked. Fernanda went back to reading the novel, but she soon realized that the
guy wasn't leaving. With her temper flaring up, she looked up at him and said :
"Why are you still here ?!" They guy answered back : "this IS a public beach
isn't it ? besides, I am no longer blocking your sun !" Fernanda soon sensed
that she was going to have a problem on her hands. She could tell from his
accent that he was American. She had always hated these rude American tourists
who came to Brazil, with their unpleasant and aggressive behavior.

Deciding to take the direct approach, Fernanda stood up. She took a few steps
towards the annoying man, stared down directly into his eyes and said : "listen
you little American shrimp, if you know what's good for you, you are going to
get lost this instant !!" By now, the guy found himself somewhat dwarfed by
Fernanda, as he found her magnificent nude breasts directly in front of his
eyes. To make matters worse, her nipples were now literally inches from his
mouth, and he couldn't help but stare at them. Fernanda also picked up on this,
and this only added to her anger. Realizing that words weren't having any
effect, she decided to use the more direct approach that she was used to. With
the anger inside of her boiling over, she slapped the guy across the cheek with
her right hand. Without giving him time to react, she also slapped him with her
left hand. Fernanda had slapped him quite hard, and the guy lost his balance and
fell backwards onto the sand.

Seeing that annoying man on the sand, Fernanda seized the opportunity and sat
down on top of him, straddling his chest. Completely embarrassed and seething
with anger, the guy tried to slap Fernanda back. Fernanda had anticipated this
however, and she caught both of his wrists in her hands. Once again, anger built
up inside of her, and she proceeded to slap the poor guy quite a few times. By
now, his cheeks had turned completely red, and were stinging. Starting to fear
this gorgeous Brazilian beauty, he looked up into her eyes and said : "P-Please
lady, I-I'm sorry. If you just let me go, I promise I will leave right away !"
Fernanda replied back icily : "sorry little man, you had your chance, but now
it's too late, and I am going to punish you !!"

Next, Fernanda lied down on top of him. She took hold of his wrists, and also
snaked her long legs around his, and proceeded to place him in a grapevine. She
continued, looking down into his eyes the entire time, increasing the pressure
slowly and methodically. Finally the man gasped out : "Please ! My legs ! You're
killing me !!" Fernanda felt that if she continued, she might permanently injure
him, so she stopped.

Fernanda lowered her head until her face was only a few inches from his, with
her hair spilling around his head. She looked directly into his eyes for the
next minute, saying absolutely nothing. She just wanted to get his reaction.
With her hair now completely surrounding his head, he could smell her perfume
and her natural scent. He felt like he was entering her universe, and he started
to get aroused. Fernanda sensed this as well, so she responded by moving upwards
a little, until her nipples were now almost touching his eyes. Fernanda
whispered to him seductively : "is this what you were after little man ? well,
now you are getting your wish !! In fact, let me get you acquainted with them
better !" And with that, Fernanda sat him up, so that she was now sitting on his
lap. Next, she proceeded to simultaneously wrap her legs around his midsection,
and her arms around his head, trapping his head between her breasts in the
process.

Fernanda held him that way snugly, looking down into his eyes the entire time.
The man found it almost impossible to breathe now, with Fernanda's magnificent
legs limiting his breathing capacity, and with his nose and mouth sealed off
between her large breasts. After a while, as he started to run out of oxygen, he
started to panic and struggled to get free, looking up pleadingly into her eyes
from between her breasts. Fernanda however, gazed into his eyes with a mixture
of amusement and complete indifference, relishing his feeling of helplessness,
and his struggles. In fact, his struggles were beginning to stimulate her,
causing her to gasp in excitement every now and then. Finally, at long last,
when the man was about to lose consciousness, Fernanda released him from his
fleshy prison.

The little American man desperately gasped in the precious air and oxygen that
he was now allowed, trying his best to regain his senses. This proved
short-lived however, as Fernanda placed him back in the same exact hold. All he
could manage to say was 'please', before his body was once again engulfed by
hers. Again, Fernanda held him in the exact same hold, and held on right up to
the point that she thought he would pass out. She repeated this cycle many many
times, as she relished the feel of his pathetic little struggles against her
magnificent body. Finally, after about the twelfth time, the poor American
finally fainted. By now, it was beginning to get dark, and Fernanda knew that
the beach would be almost deserted. After some thought, she got a mischievous
look on her face. She put her top back on, and picked up her towel and the
little man, and carried them back to her car. She drove home, got inside, and
closed the door behind her.