I’m strolling across the car-park of our local mall yesterday afternoon, when a small white car with dark tinted windows nudges past me, and slots into a parking bay a few meters away. The door swings open, and out clambers the most exquisite pair of breasts that I have ever clapped eyes on. The size of twin soccer balls, they are sheathed in a tight white vest with "I love ilovepunani" emblazoned across it, and, otherwise unconstrained by any man-made structure, they bounce and jiggle and juggle and throb and leap around inside the thin material like a pair of fat rabbits fornicating in a small flour sack, and a pair of fine sharp nipples chisel at the vest like a convict scraping his way to freedom with a ball-point pen. My jaw drops and the whole car-park, and in fact the whole town, comes to a standstill, and holds its breath in a collective gob-smacked awe. The incredible super-structure struts off across the parking lot, and I am vaguely aware that it tapers down to a fine pert booty in tiny denim shorts, and, below that, to long strong sleek raven thighs that glisten and gleam in the afternoon sunshine, narrow down lithely, and culminate in a pair of towering red high heels. I am mesmerized... and two male-steered bakkies collide head on, a man-bus punches through the plate glass windows of the CNA, and three shopping trolleys overturn and scatter eggs and sugar and tea-bags and milk onto the hot tarmac!

Such is the effect of the female mammary!

I sense movement down south, and glancing down see Wee Willy tapping away frantically at the keyboard of my Blackberry. An image appears on the screen... and I am introduced to Melon Girl. No, sadly, not the same lass as the one striding off across the car-park, but a dark dusky damsel with huge tits and shimmering thighs alluring displayed on the pages of our local escort site.

Melon Girl is a Large n Lovely Lady with awe inspiring breasts, each easily the size of my head, saucer sized nipples, a voluptuous ebony body, a lovely smiley face with freckled cheeks... and a veejayjay that secretes volumes of hot molten liquid female honey unlike any other that I have come across.

I am an extreme cynic, and although I have experienced some truly passionate and sensual unions with a number of wonderful working girls, I have always been suspicious of the reality of their groans, the truth in their whimpers, and the intensity of their feigned orgasms. These are, after all, ‘Working Girls’ and they may be called upon to be erotic and passionate and orgasmic several times a day... every day!! Their acting skills become well honed and, in my opinion, they surely become particularly numbed to any feelings of real pleasure... and that with a total stranger nogal! Of course, there are always the exceptions, but I am particularly suspect of that mythical "we clicked", and revues that trumpet "I rode her hard, and she had four shuddering orgasms one after the other!" Yeah Right!!!!

During the muff, Melon Girl gets so sopping wet that I fear I may drown in her fluids, and on top of that her generous thighs clamp and tremble against my cheeks so tightly that I fear I may suffocate too! But I get through it quite happily... and live to copulate another day! For now, Heaven can wait... at least until next time!

My favorite favorite position is Cowgirl, and Melon Girl willingly obliges me. There is nothing quite as erotic as watching a pair of marvelous melons with gigantic nipples boomeranging and ricocheting a mere few inches from your lips, while their owner grinds and thrusts down on the penis stabbing upwards from your crotch. More erotically, Melon Girl’s shiny black eyes never close, or leave mine the entire ride, and she squirms and squelches against me like a nympho possessed... I swear I can hear her fanny moaning with pleasure. Suddenly, her eyes appear to cloud over, her pupils dilate and her eyes roll back in her head, she lets out a long low sob and almost seems to stop breathing! Fuck, she’s about to pass out I think, and I reach for the electric cattle prodder, but the tight involuntary and rhythmical constriction and release that starts up deep inside her pussy and hums up and down Wee Willy like an echo tells me that she is still very much alert... and responsive. The clench of her inner muscles literally milks the semen from me... and I explode like a god-damn fire-hydrant!

So if that was acting, Melon Girl is a damn fine actress!

I think the intensity of her climax surprised her as much as it did me, for afterwards she clings to me like a limpet on a rock in a sea-storm, and refuses to let me out of her. I’m not complaining... and nor is Wee Willy! The slow intense grinding starts all over again...

Afterwards, we lie on the bed side by side, sweat streaked and exhausted, and chat like long lost lovers! This is a great woman and for the rate (incredibly low) an amazing punt! But she has earned a good tip... if only for the fact that her orgasm is so incredibly 'real'!!! Melon Girl has worked a lot in PMB, and it's sobering to hear that during the lean times the ladies there are charging as little as R150,00... IN A HOUSE!!!! Crazy, and a poor show from the punters who always complain and moan and expect the best... but refuse to pay!!

But each to their own, I am not here to judge... and Melon Girl has reaffirmed my faith in the power of the orgasm!

Valentines Day was looking pretty bleak... well at least until about 4pm this afternoon when my wattsapp bleeped "hpy velintns hunny, mic u!" Melon girl, so sweet!!

There's a first for everything, and this is the first time I have visited a newbie two nights in a row... and together we reaffirmed the importance of orgasm!

Melon Girl, you are just too wonderful!

I'd have wheellocked that small white car, and only unlocked it in return for being allowed to offer her some help of sorts, ahem..
This is what carguards do best WW, best focus better. Or, perhaps you were afraid she may be pregnant from ilovepunani? I mean, she clearly wears his Tshirt already...
;-)

Uncle Chmok, you and I share two things in common: A love of Princesses... and our noble car guarding profession!

However, you are way more resourceful than me!! Who would have thought of wheel-locking Soccer-ball Girl's small white car? Good thinking Robin!!

Love it! Love your prose, WW.

Joy oh Joy....Melon Girl is back in Town!!

And even Melon Girl is calling...I think the pressures of February Financial year end does things to me...I just wanna cum inside a nubile raven Amazon...ANY nubile raven Amazon!