The Woman 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome
Barry meets a strong woman


Barry drove into the multi-storey car park, it didn't seam that busy and he
was soon parked up and on his way to the shops. He set about doing what he
needed to do, as well as taking in all the good looking women that where out
that day, a bit of 'window shopping' never hurt anyone. As he walked down the
main street to the shopping centre, he was struck by the sight of a woman
walking towards him 'My God!' He couldn't take his eyes off her, but he did it
discreetly as she was with a large muscle man, who was in charge of a
pushchair with a toddler in it.

As the couple passed by he took in this tall, strong looking woman, he hadn't
see a woman like her that close up before, she must have been over 6ft, it was
hard to tell exactly how tall, with long jet black hair. But it was her build
that amazed him, she was big, not fat, far from it she was well built, she
worked out, broad shoulder, defined arms that where shown off by her
sleeveless white top. Strong, firm legs that again where on show to all,
thanks to her short denim skirt and a pair of black boots set off her outfit.
Barry was also struck by the woman's large bust, full large breast almost
popping out of her tight top; she was big, in every department! She reminded
him of one of those female wrestlers, large, strong and powerful, she
imminently intimidated him. It was a strange feeling, which he kind of liked.
She was engrossed with talking to the man with her, not at him, but to him she
walked on and talked always looking forward and not at him.

She was a strong confident woman. physically strong, that was obvious from her
great body, but also in her manner, she strutted down the high street, she
knew how good she was and her walk told everyone 'I'm here ... ... out my
way!' Barry had never really been into 'muscle women' but seeing this woman
close up, well it made him think. It made him think about women defiantly. She
wasn't 'over the top' rippling muscles every where, she was big and she looked
strong, she defiantly had muscles. Barry carried on his way, the woman walking
off in the opposite direction, 'well it was worth coming out just to see her'
he though.

As Barry visited the bank, and picked up his repaired watch from the
jewellers' he couldn't stop thinking about the woman, and that body. She
wasn't 'beautiful', she was a big woman, her face was full, not at all
unattractive, but not gorgeous, she had the face that fitted the body, strong
and confident. But the more he thought about her the more she started to
become attractive to him. He wondered exactly how strong she was, what it
would be like to feel her body, those large muscles and what it would be like
to have her hold him. Those large strong arms around him and those strong
thighs around his waist 'my God she would probably snap me in half!' A cold
shiver rushed down his spine, but surprisingly he liked the thought.

He had walked to the far end of the shopping centre having completed all he
needed to do and now came back on himself to return to his car ... ... There
she was again! That confident walk, always looking straight ahead not noticing
anything around her, the man still with the pushchair. Barry swallowed hard as
the woman passed by him, not even noticing that he was there, his heart beat a
bit faster, a strange feeling came over him, she was so ... ... He couldn't
find the words, but what ever they where she was it! He almost knocked into an
elderly couple as he watched the woman walk by "sorry ... sorry" he got out
their way a bit embraced, looked around but couldn't see her 'shit!' Where did
she go? It was a strange feeling of disappointment.

He should be getting back to his car but decided to have a quick look around
the shops on the next level up, he was sure there was something up there he
wanted to look at. When he got up he kept close to the balcony looking down
onto the ground floor area, but couldn't see her 'dame!' He wondered if he was
being a bit 'weird' looking for her, but then thought 'No, the way she
dresses, her confidence, she knows people must look ... so he'll look.' Still
no sign of her as he looked down, he noticed the time, ok so much for that he
had better be going, so he turned to head for his car.

As he did so he almost knocked into a pushchair, second time today not paying
attention "sorry I ... ." He looked up into a white top covering a pair of
large breasts; he swallowed hard, moving up from the breasts he now stared at
her! 'Oh God!' "That's ok mate" the man steering the pushchair reassured him.
The woman took one look at Barry, a shiver raced up his spine, then her, the
man and the pushchair moved on, as if nothing had happen. Barry's heart again
raced as he stood there watching then walk away. He clamed down 'that was
close!' He though, then 'how stupid I wanted to try and see her and I have.' A
session of mixed reactions raced around his head as he finally set off back to
his car.

All the way back to the multi-storey he kept thinking about 'that woman',
finally he got back 'shit' with everything he had forgotten what floor he
parked on, so he spent sometime looking for his car. ' 5th Floor' he open the
door looked around, looked familiar 'Ah over there, at last'. Another car was
parked close to his, 'shit too close.' He tries to open his door, but BANG!
Knocks the other car, as he does so a strange feeling comes over him and he's
ware that there's someone else there, 'Oh No' it's her! And by the look of
things the car, the one's he's just knocked is hers!

Of all the cars for some reasons it could have only been hers! The man seams
to pay no attention to Barry, just goes to the other side of car and deals
with the child and pushchair. The woman on the other hand makes straight for
Barry "I'm ... I'm sorry I was just trying to get into my ... " her expression
is one of annoyance, then "you're the one that's been following me!" 'Oh Shit,
this isn't going to go well. "No ... No I've seen you around ... But ... But
I've not been ... " he's looking straight at her large breasts, well they are
at his eye level. He realises his mistakes and looks up at her, she's not
impressed. The woman grabs the smaller Barry, picking him up under his arms
and holding him up off the floor.

She's strong, Barry can see with the ease that she lifted him up, she is
strong! "Are you some pervert following women around" he starts to panic now
"NO! I ... I just noticed you ... your ... " She not happy "My tit's?" "No ...
Yes ... No ... your body you look great ... " There's a faint smile for the
first time, Barry looks over to the man, but he's paying no attention to
what's going on. He looks around the car park, its empty, still holding him
she walks over to the drab concrete wall of the car park. Still holding him up
she places him against the wall, then place her firm strong body against his.
Pushing against him, 'God those tit's of hers!' Her large breast press against
him, it's a wonderful and yet strange feeling considering the circumstances.

She grabs his hands pulls them out and up and holds them up high, she holding
him off the floor against the wall by the force of her own body against his,
she's now starting to hurt Barry. "So how's my body now?" She applies more
pressure against him, thrusts her groin against his, and grinds "so you do
like my body!" 'Oh God' she can feel his excitement at being manhandled by
this strong woman, even though it's now painful "ple ... ... Please ... " Her
face was next to his, her hot breath covered his face, she could see his
excitement and agony, this time she smiles "you want more?" she pushes harder
against him now it's getting unbearable. "I allow myself one little treat
every so often ... Guess what? ... .Your it!" She places her lips against his
and forces her tongue into his mouth, any other time he would quiet happy, but
she's even vicious with the way she kisses.

After a long violent kiss that has sapped all his remaining strength out of
him she lowers him so he's between those large breast of hers. She pushes them
into his face, "enjoy!" He would like too but he's in no fit state to,
everything gets muffled, and he begins to gasp for oxygen, she's suffocating
him with her breast. He feels those large breast against his face, her strong
body against his, she pushes harder and harder. Pleasures soon turns to pain
and panic as her body crushes his, he begins to feel faint, everything's
blurred, he can't breath, the pressure from her firm body becomes
overwhelming. His head spins with the pain and pleasure of the situation and
he soon falls into darkness.

Barry slowly starts to come to, he's been dumped on the rear seat of his car,
the woman, man and car are no longer there, he relaxes and tries to gather his
strength back. Had that really happened? Of course it had! What an experience
it had been, one that both frightened and excited him as he thought about it.

A week later Barry had to go to the high street again, the only parking was in
that multi-storey, he checked the area no sign of her car, even if he could
really remember exactly what it was. He was on edge all the time, he was in
and out of the shops as quick as he could, but there was no sign of her, and
he didn't even think of looking at any other women. He made it back to his
car, relieved and yet there was this strange sense of disappointment as well.
But on the car, under the window wiper was a piece of paper, he took it and
read -

'I'll be back at three, be here'

A cold chill moved through his body as he read the next line ...

'don't make me come and find you!'

What should he do ... ... ?