Synopsis: A quasi-professional high bar, tall, finely muscled with an opulent chest, who takes the same yoga class as me on the beach, just dressed in a bikini, I had to accost her. And that while walking her home, I hurt my foot so much that I couldn’t walk, and that she carried me in her arms to her home, it could only end warmly…
I had met Maryline who had just celebrated her 18th birthday, at the end of the afternoon, while we were taking part in the same yoga class. I had never seen such a perfect silhouette. She was surely over 1m78, and had a finely, but powerfully muscular body. Her long slender legs ended in small, round, firm buttocks, which supported a wasp waist with clearly visible abdominals. One would have thought that with such a low fat level, his chest would be non-existent, but that was not the case at all. Two large and high perched breasts tended to break the light fabric of her bikini top, under which vast dark areolas showed through. She had long, curly brown hair that flowed down her shoulders, dark skin that didn’t seem to have any pores it was so smooth. Her face was perfect, especially her mouth, which was both thin and luscious, and which gave you smiles that made you melt on the spot.
She was right in front of me during class and I couldn’t take my eyes off this ideal body that an extraordinary flexibility allowed to bend in all directions. I watched her chest, hoping that one of her huge breasts escaped from her jersey. I reveled in the spectacle of her arched buttocks, the shapes her breasts took, her muscles which streaked under the effort, her face that a magnificent smile never left, while all the other participants grimaced in pain, including me.
The lesson ended, I mustered up my courage to accost the huge brunette. At 19, I had lost hope of being one of those burly guys that girls like so much. I was close to 1m70 for 55 kilos. I was, however, very cute, so the girls said anyway. My thin, beardless body seemed to please them, and especially my angelic face with light blue eyes. Wearing only my swimming trunks, I approached the beauty who was folding her carpet.
– Miss ?
– Yes ?
The princess got up and carried away by this movement, her chest began to oscillate horizontally. I took my eyes off the mesmerizing spectacle with great difficulty and realized that my eyes were barely level with her mouth. She was even bigger than I thought. Her well-proportioned body didn’t let her guess where I was from during class. Looking up at hers, I congratulated her on her flexibility.
– You impressed me ! How is it possible to put yourself so easily in such positions while keeping this beautiful smile!
My compliment made her blush. She answered me in the sweetest and most sensual voice I have ever heard.
– This is training. I practice high bar and pommel horse since my youngest age. It gave me this flexibility and tone.
This is how she sculpted such a body!
“Do you have to be professional?”
“I would have liked to, but nature decided otherwise. When I started to develop this chest at 14, and especially my large size, I had to put my hopes aside. The competition was too tough against girls who did not have these shapes to manage. A girl measuring 1m82 with a 115E of chest circumference must develop colossal strength to be comfortable around a horizontal bar, and even if it does, she will never be as comfortable as a shrimp of 1m50 for 40 kilos, flat as a dab. I preferred to focus on studies and I am going to fine arts at the end of the month.
While making this confession, Maryline, went up the top of her jersey which was beginning to reveal one of her large areolas. I was very surprised that she spoke to me so freely of these two jewels which seemed to encumber her, of her great size, and of her strength! I didn’t know what to say to her and decided to offer her dinner.
“Can I invite you to dinner?”
The surprise made the beauty lose her beautiful smile for a moment, but it reappeared very quickly when she accepted.
– Why not ? This course whetted my appetite!
– I know a small restaurant a little further in a quieter area. How are you?
– No problem !
We began to walk and I did not miss an opportunity to devour the eyes of this otherworldly beauty, whose small bikini and feline gait only sublimated the sensuality. All eyes were on her and I felt like the luckiest man in the world.
We arrived in the small restaurant which was almost deserted at the beginning of September, apart from a retired couple, whose husband almost lost his dentures when he saw Maryline enter. We sat on either side of a table that overlooked the beach, with a heavenly view of the sun reaching the horizon. I felt like I was floating on a cloud as this scene had a dreamlike flavor. I couldn’t have asked for a better evening. We were served quickly and Maryline told me about her difficult childhood as an athlete, torn between divorcing parents, her passion for art, even her difficulties as a teenager in the face of this splendid body that she had not yet assumed. totally. I drank in her words while feasting on the sight of her massive breasts shaking every time she cut a few things from her plate, they were so cramped between her two well-shaped biceps.
The raking light drew the shadow of her nipples that I dreamed of biting. She ordered a sorbet for dessert, and I had a daydream every time her mouth puckered up to lick the spoon.
The meal finished, I offered to accompany her back to the bungalow she occupied within walking distance of the restaurant. Of course, I paid the bill and got a kiss on the forehead as a thank you. It’s true that her mouth was just the right height…
“It’s nice of you to invite me. You are adorable ! I really enjoyed this dinner. You’ve been listening to me all night. It’s so rare a man who does not talk about himself or his big car!
Red as a tomato, I replied:
“You are such a brilliant woman. We can only drink your words!
– Yes, but suddenly, I do not know much about you? Can you tell me more about yourself during the walk?
– Sure ! Let’s go!
Disturbed by the reciprocal attraction that I had perceived in this goddess, I began to walk and talk about my life, until I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. I had just stepped on something sharp hidden in the sand. Standing on one leg, I lifted my bloody foot. I sank into the sand and the beauty squatted beside me.
– Let me look, I’m a paramedic.
She took my foot in her hands and looked for the source of the bleeding. Despite my condition, my eyes got lost in her deep cleavage, then focused on her long fingers in which my size 37 seemed so small.
“You got a nice cut under your foot. If I held those who left those glasses lying around!
Her attitude surprised me, I was flattered that she wanted to defend me physically, but also a little terrified that she felt capable of it!
“You can’t walk like that. You risk enlarging your wound and infecting it.
She looked in her purse, but found no bandage large enough.
“I don’t have anything to bind your foot here, but I have what it takes at home and we’re not very far away.” I will carry you.
— lift me? But I’m way too…….<<
Before I finished my sentence, the squatting amazon had put one of her arms under my knees and the other under my back and was standing up, lifting me, as if carrying a little girl. I was speechless at this show of force
part two coming……
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1097i10/in_love_with_the_goddess_part_one