It all started in Dallas.
We were both managers for a very popular retail chain, and we were at the annual company-wide conference. While her store and mine were very close, we never really talked outside of the occasional district meeting. I had noticed her, though.
Anna was about 5 feet 4 inches, with straight blonde hair and an attractive face. What really caught my attention was her breasts. To say she was “blessed” would be an insult to blessings. They were huge (I would come to find out she was a 44J). The rest of her body was attractive as well, but it was hard to look past her enormous chest. As a breast-man myself, I would often find myself inadvertently staring, across the meeting table, watching the buttons on her shirt straining to keep her chest contained. At least I was never caught doing so, and I would be able to look away before embarrassing myself.