She came out of nowhere, like a stealth bomber, and landed on me with crushing force. I was walking up to the empty 10-items-or-less checkout at the super market when she body checked me hockey-style into the wall. It was all a part of her long-legged stride, so no one else noticed a thing. But she pinned me to the wall hard enough to push the wind from my lungs and drop me to my knees. She was past me and setting her basket on the counter before I hit the ground.
As I gasped and gathered my goods she looked over her sun glasses and down at me. In a flash, she sized me up as no threat and turned her back, never giving me an second thought.
This made me furious. I lurched to my feet and stepped up to her, prepared to spin her around and give her a piece of my mind. But when I drew near I realized how big she was. I am not a small man, 6' 2" and 185 pounds, but she towered over me by 4 inches and had a definite strength and weight advantage. I don't think I could spin her around!
She wore a tank top, exposing broad meaty shoulders, rippling back muscles, and 18" biceps. My eyes trailed down the small of her back to her high and mighty ass. Her fanny spread in two inviting round orbs just above my groin. Her jean cut-offs strained to maintain their seams against the firm pressure. Her bare legs, though wide and powerful maintained feminine curves. Had she been wearing heels instead of deck shoes, her legs would have dropped me to my knees once again. I began to see why dogs hump legs.
She backed up a step to let the bag-boy load her groceries and she stepped on my foot. I whimpered behind her, but she didn't notice. I pushed against her great ass. Without turning around she stuffed her elbow into my chest. I crumbled to her ankles, my foot still trapped under hers. When she finally moved to leave it felt as if blood was filling my shoe.
The young woman at the register looked down her nose at me, thinking me drunk I suppose. I pulled myself from the floor, paid my tab and hobbled out the door.
As luck would have it, the tall woman was taking her time getting to her car. A light breeze rustled her short blonde hair and exposed her powerful but lovely features - high cheek bones, prominent jaw, long straight nose. As she stepped into her Jeep it rocked on its shocks under her weight. She must be over 220, maybe 240 I guessed.
Like a moth to a flame I approached her. I have dreamed of woman like her my whole life and now, at 42 years of age I finally see proof that they exist! Before I knew it I was standing next to her driver's door and placed my hand on the sill. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.
"Can I help you?" She asked. She had a deep, sexy voice. She wore no make-up or perfume. The only smell from her was the natural aroma of her skin. I inhaled deep.
She smirked. "Oh... I get it. You're one of those big women freaks, aren't you."
I blushed. I felt like a child, exposed and obvious under her glance. She reached out and patted my face, almost a slap. "Don't be afraid. I like being thought of as sexy instead of just threatening." She sized me up once more. "I don't see a wedding ring. Are you single?"
I nodded yes.
"Fine." she said as she shifted into gear. "Meet me at the Steak Out restaurant tonight at 7:00. Be prepared to buy me a big steak and lots of beer." And she bolted away.
I was at the restaurant at 6:30 and got us a secluded booth. When she arrived at 7:15 I had a scotch in me to steady my nerves. Before she sat down she sent the waiter to bring a 20 ounce beer and two 2 inch T-bone steaks, rare.
She wore a form fitting, short black dress that showcased her legs and ass. The 5" spike heels added to the impact and made her duck under low rafters. She sat down across from me, kicked of her shoes, and adjusted her massive chest in the tight dress. "Just try to find anything to fit a set of 40 Ds" she whispered to me.
Her legs and feet took up all the room under the table and forced mine to a corner. If mine intruded she just stomped them out of her way. I don't know if she thought about it, or was just in the habit of taking up all the room she needed. It crossed my mind that it would be worth my life to sleep with this woman - even just to sleep.
I buttered a roll and she snatched it from my hand. She popped it whole into her wide mouth and chomped it down. She pointed as she washed it down with beer - make her another. I kept buttering rolls and she kept snatching them down until the basket was empty. In between mouthfuls we spoke.
"What's your name?" she asked, breaking the ice.
"Al." I said in a crackling voice. I cleared my throat as she chuckled.
"I'm Gina. Don't be nervous, Al. You may go broke feeding me tonight, but I don't intend to hurt you." She gobbled another roll. "For one thing, beating you up would be too easy. I make it a policy to only beat men who have it coming and can give me an aerobic workout. I would have to kill you to break a sweat."
I felt heart sick. I had dreamed all afternoon of wrestling this amazon. There was a long silence and then I asked, "I'll try to be a challenge." She looked down at me with contempt. I continued. "I was a high school wrestler."
She just stared me into silence. Finally, the steaks came.
"It would be a complete waste of my time." she said, closing the conversation. Suddenly, she reached over, stabbed and took my steak. She placed it on top of her own and began eating them both as one.
I was dumb struck! I was angry and aroused and humiliated all at once.
"Do you know why I did that?" She asked as she snarfed away her, and my, meal. After a moment she answered her own question. "Because I can, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. Is there?" She winked at me. "What kind of challenge could you possibly be to me?"
Now I was more humiliated than anything. Blood rushed to my cheeks.
"Don't be ashamed." she continued. "I'm sure there are a few women you could be a challenging match for. It's just that my beating you would be like beating a child - no sport at all - and just not right."
I dropped my eyes. She was right. Who was I kidding? Compared to her I was a speck, a nothing.
"Awww. Don't sulk." She pulled my chin back up. Her blue eyes sparkled with compassion. "Look here. If it means that much to you we can go back to my place and play, you know, rough house a little. I'll take it easy on you. Would that be fun?"
She could see the improvement her suggestion brought to my mood. "But if I accidentally break your little neck, I don't want to hear any whining!" she growled. "Got that? No whining! It turns my stomach."
She took my potatoes and cleaned her plate. I happily wolfed my salad and garnish.
As we stood to leave I saw a young man about to propose to his date. He held the ring out to her. Then he saw my date. He dropped the ring into the roll basket and just stared. His mouth worked up and down like a fish on land. Gina saw him staring and slid up to me, wrapping her big arm over my shoulder and holding me close. I slipped my arm around her ass and we walked past their table. The man's date was furious. She snatched the ring from the rolls and ran out of the restaurant, leaving her date to stare at Gina's ass as it rocked good-bye.
She drove me back to her place. She had to make a lot of money to own such an expansive condo in that part of town.
"What do you do for a living, Gina?" I asked as I admired a painting.
"My business card says business development manager, but really what I do is intimidate the boss into paying me way too much for doing nothing." She said from the kitchen as she got us some beers. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to get comfortable."
When she emerged she was wearing a tight tank top and velvet shorts. Her skin was smooth and white in contrast to the deep black fabric. She reached down and cradled my skull in her hands, almost lifting me from the floor. She looked deep into my eyes. She kissed me softly. Then she whispered, "Take your best shot." and she dropped her hands to her sides.
I made a fist and looked at her exposed belly. I looked up at her, checking to see if this is what she meant.
"Go ahead." She said.
I punched her in the stomach. Nothing.
"Try again. You can do better." She encouraged me.
This time I gave it all I had. One, two, three blows to the stomach. On the third my wrist snapped and I clutched it in pain. My best had absolutely no effect on her! She still stood there with her hands limp at her sides.
"That was pathetic. Be thankful we aren't really fighting, Al, 'cause right now you would be toast." She placed her left hand on my stomach, grabbed a handful of muscle and squeezed, only for a second. The pain was worse than any blow I had ever received. I doubled over.
When I tried to stand up-right again, Gina pushed my head back down. I twisted around, but she kept up with me, never letting me stand up-right. She giggled like a child playing with a puppy, occasionally rubbing my head against her velvet clad quim.
Then she began to spin me in a circle as she kept me bent over. Faster and faster I went. She toyed with me, slapping and prodding me around. When I started to fall she grabbed my shirt collar and kept me on my feet. She thrust my head between her thighs and locked it there. She must have felt like she was exerting no pressure at all, but to me it felt as if she would crush my skull.
She tore my shirt from my back and ran her powerful hands up and down my back. "Hmmm... Not bad, little man. Nice tone. Smooth."
Then she bent over and wrapped one arm around my arms and chest. She let go of my head with her legs and lifted me into the air upside down facing out. The blood rushed to my head. She wasn't crushing my ribs, only exerting enough pressure to keep me from falling. Still it was hard to breath.
She walked into the kitchen with me in her grasp. "Wanna beer, Al? I'm gonna have another." Without setting me down she opened a beer and drained it standing by the fridge. She got another and took that over to the kitchen table.
Spots began to dance before my eyes. As she calmly drank her beer I began to lose consciousness. "Oh god." I gasped.
"That had better not be a whine!" snarled Gina. With just her one arm she clamped down on me for real. I felt my ribs bend and my head felt as if it would explode. Thankfully, peace came as I passed out.
When I awoke I heard the faint sound of voices. As I emerged from unconsciousness a little more I realized it was a TV. I felt an incredible weight all up and down my body and head. I was laying face down across some padded surface. Then I realized, Gina had placed me face down on her easy chair, dropped her ass on my head, and was resting her legs down the rest of me.
How long had it been? I felt like I was a part of the chair, I was buried so deep. My arms were free and I searched around, feeling her thigh over my shoulder, and some sort of crumbs. She was eating chips, or cookies.
"You awake? What kept ya!" She asked. Her voice filtered down to me through her own thick meat. "Feel free to help yourself to a beer or something." she teased, knowing I couldn't move. "Don't want any? Suit yourself!" she chuckled.
She continued to sit and watch TV until her movie ended. She stretched and yawned, then stood up. It had been so long, I could still feel her weight on top of me, even after she stood.
"Come on, Al. Time for bed. You're gonna be my teddy-bear." she said.
I couldn't push myself up from the chair! All I could do was breath hard and push feebly with my bloodless arms.
"Oh for crying out loud!" muttered Gina. Then she scooped me up onto her shoulders and carried me into her bedroom. She stripped me naked, then stepped back to do the same for herself. Her massive chest bounced high and proud when freed from the tight confines. She threw on a torn football jersey (Green Bay Packers, number 69) and joined me in bed.
Before I could move she slid my hips between her thighs and crushed my face to her chest. And there I stayed, growing a massive boner that nudged her leg, unable to move, afraid to complain.
Within a few minutes she was snoring lightly. I struggled to push her thigh off of me. No luck. No luck as well in moving her arm from my neck. But my struggles did have an effect. She began to have dreams; dreams of an erotic nature.
She moaned in her sleep. And her hips began to grind into my side. Slowly her breathing increased, as she mounted the steps of arousal. Her muff began to drip hot juice all over my torso.
When she began to hump in earnest, I knew I was in trouble! She crushed me to her body, snapping my spine this way and that. Her legs gripped me and thrust her groin into me as her arms twisted my head between her breasts.
She drooled, moaned and actually yelped out loud several times. Mercifully she came quickly, but she also came hard. I felt a rib give way under her embrace and my hip dislocated as her legs clamped down during climax.
I was damaged, exhausted, and soaked in her and my bodily juices when she was quiet once again. Her breathing diminished, but her leg kept sliding over my still throbbing cock. As much pain as this caused my dislocated hip, I couldn't help but take advantage. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her smooth, upper, inner thigh, slick with come, gliding up and down on my rod. And it was not long before my wad splashed forth onto her belly to drip back down onto my own.
I waited out the night, refusing to whimper as she twitched and rolled in her sleep, always keeping me pinned between her legs and breasts. The morning would be soon enough to get to a hospital. For now I was simply grateful.