Constance: A Recent Tasting

First story. I have lots of ideas for flashbacks, but this story might not deserve it.

Fighting his second cold of the season Gil came home from work early, deciding to get to bed and stay there until he felt well enough to face the world. On his way to his apartment, as he was getting the mail out of his mailbox, he first laid eyes upon her.

She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she gave a new meaning to the phrase "eye-catching." A stereotypical Southern California blonde cheerleader type plus ten years. The years had been kind to her: little turned-up nose, wide-set haunting blue eyes, soft, full lips with a toothpaste-commercial smile. From the rear she looked like an aerobics teacher, slender and short-waisted, tight athletic back and hips with small, firm buns and long legs for her very compact frame.

But her most outstanding feature-by far the most outstanding feature he'd seen on any woman's body-was her chest. She had the largest breasts he'd ever seen. They gave the impression of floating like water balloons on her rib cage. If you could measure how far in front her tight t-shirt was standing from her solar plexus, it was a good six, seven inches. Her shirt must have been a man's large and it was still straining at the seams. With the breeze forcing the material against her it looked as though someone had taken two large grapefruit or even small cantaloupes and then built a bra to hold them.

After regaining his breath he stupidly blurted out, "Uh, how ya' doin'?"

To his surprise she responded warmly, "I am wonderful. I'm taking the next few days off to do nothing but relax."

"Yeah, you been working hard?" he asked, working hard himself to prevent his rapidly accumulating sea of saliva from becoming the drool of an idiot.

"I have been killing myself. My accounts at the office have been asking for the world and my boss told me to give it whatever it takes to satisfy them. I finished my last deadline earlier this afternoon and now I am taking a much-deserved rest."

"Well, I hope the R