"Okay, Miss Campen, here it is! Sorry to make you wait like that."
His eyes scanned the printed questions, and the potential client's handwritten answers, and his eyes widened as much as they had when he had first read it.
He cleared his throat. "I must say, there are some rather interesting responses here! You did answer these questions truthfully and honestly?"
Monica nodded her head. Matt found himself momentarily lost in her beauty before forcing his eyes back to the questionnaire that she had sent in.
"Um, all right. I appreciate your taking the time to fill this out and send it in. Going by these answers here, I don't think you'll have any problem finding potential matches!"
With that, Matt launched into his standard spiel about the many services that Central Valley Connections provided for its single, marriage-minded clients. Monica nodded and smiled in all the right places, indicating that what she heard sounded good to her, and that she would very likely become a member. Matt was happy now -- he had not been able to sign up a new member in over a week!
"If you like, we could make your video introduction now," he said after having her fill out the membership paperwork. "Normally we would have to schedule it at least a week in advance, but this is kind of a slow time right now..."
"Great! I'd like to do it now." She nodded eagerly. Matt could not remember a client so eager to do the video interview -- usually they were rather nervous about it.
"Okay then, if you'll follow me..."
He got up, led her out of his office and into the "studio". A long sofa sat against one wall. Across the room, a tripod-mounted video camera pointed at the sofa. Various lights, surrounded by umbrella-like reflectors, protruded from tall poles on either side of the camera.
"If you'll have a seat on the couch there, I'll get things set up." Matt walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the room and brought out a blank tape. As he set up the camera, Monica perched herself on the sofa, hiked up her skirt, crossed her legs, and waited patiently for him to finish.
"Okay," Matt said when the camera was ready, "I'm going to start the camera now. Later on, you can view the tape and edit out whatever you don't want, so don't worry about messing up. I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer them as completely as you can. Above all, relax and have fun with this! We want to get the 'real you' on tape here."
Monica nodded. She looked so damn sexy in the tight-fitting sweater she was wearing, with the horizontal stripes that made her already massive chest look even bigger. Her hiked-up skirt exposed lots of smooth, luscious thigh. Matt hoped his growing hard-on was not showing!
He started with the basic questions: her first name and what she did for a living. She surprised him -- he imagined her as a sales lady in a fancy department store, selling cosmetics. But no, she was a mechanical engineer! She worked for a company that made machines which turn raw sheets of cardboard sheets into boxes, such as cereal boxes. She was working on a new model that would work faster, and work with a greater variety of shapes and sizes.
"So what brought you to Central Valley Connections?"
"I need a man," she breathed, with a lick of her lips and a grin.
"But can't you find one just anywhere?" Matt asked.
"Oh sure, but I want a specific kind, and I can't find him just anywhere. Probably because I scare him away before I get close enough to say 'hi'!"
"So, what are you looking for in your new partner?"
"Can I get right to the point?"
"Uh, sure, this is your tape! And you can always edit it later."
"Well then, I want a man who worships my big tits, and loves to play with them and suck on them. Mmmmmmm..." Her hands went to her chest and squashed her globes together underneath her sweater. Matt's crotch grew massively stiff, and he imagined the camera lens fogging up.
Matt wondered where to steer this interview next. He had expected it to get somewhat steamy eventually, based on the answers she had written on the initial mass-mailed questionnaire. But not this quickly!
There was no doubt about it: this woman was a bona-fide (or should it be "boner-fide"?) nympho!
Matt silently cursed the company's "no dating the clients" rule, then continued the interview.
"Um, okay, what else can you tell me about the man you're seeking?"
"Hmmmmmm", she breathed while continuing to fondle her chest, "I like the engineer type. I love their warped sense of humor. They know how to play games. And I love to play games!"
"What kind of games?" Matt managed to ask, after swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Well, let's see, hmmmm..." Her lovely eyes closed for a moment as she thought, then snapped open again as she grinned.
"I love to act out sexy fantasies. Especially ones that take some time. I love how the horniness just builds and builds, and you don't know who's going to lose control first, or when! Unnggghhh..." Her fingers dug into her sweater, sinking into the hidden globes underneath. Matt just stared through the camera's viewfinder, zooming in on her chest before he even realized he was doing it. She can always edit that out, he thought. But she probably won't!
Matt had to ask: "Are you acting out a fantasy now?"
Monica smiled. "Yes and no. I've fantasized talking about stuff like this to a perfect stranger. That just really turns me on, for some reason. But you said you wanted the 'real me' on this tape. And I want whoever's watching this to know what they are getting in to!"
This is getting wild, Matt thought. "So, what is your new partner getting into?"
In response, Monica sat up straight, grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it off over her head. Her massive melons bounced free, held up by a white lace bra which covered only a slim crescent beneath the nipple of each breast. Titflesh nearly overflowed her bra cups, and her erect nipples stood out clearly, surrounded by acres of light brown, bumpy areolae. She cupped them in her hands and held them up for the camera.
"These, to start with!" she replied.
"Oh my god..." he muttered, and immediately hoped the camera did not pick that up.
Her hands made rhythmic up-and-down motions, making titflesh ripple. "He's going to see these a lot. I love to be topless, or nearly so, when I'm at home! I want a man who won't mind that." She grinned.
I sure as hell wouldn't mind that, Matt thought. He was becoming very horny.
He tried to steer the interview down a more normal path: "so what do you like to do? And what kinds of things would you like to do together with your partner?"
She paused for a moment, thinking. Her hands still held her breasts up and out, and Matt zoomed in on them again, panning slowly across them and really getting a good look.
"I love to hike and go camping. Especially places where there isn't anyone else around, like the remote parts of Joshua Tree or Death Valley. You can have a whole mountain peak to yourself, and look down all around and see no one else there either. Just think of the things my lover and I can do. Mmmhhhh...." Now her hands were really caressing her delicious tits!
"Like what?" It slipped out before he could stop it.
"I love to hike topless!" She unsnapped her bra and flung it briskly away as she spoke. Now those wonderful orbs were totally exposed, to the camera and a very horny Matt. "I've never gotten to do it with another person. Have to find the right man, you know!" She giggled, and her boobs shook intoxicatingly. Matt wanted so badly to reach out and grab them...
"I'd need lots of sunscreen, out there in the desert. Gotta have a man to apply it for me, of course..." Her hands started rubbing all over her stomach and sides, then went to her breasts and piled them up into a big jiggly mountain with the nipples pressed together. She kneaded them as though she was working sunscreen into them. "I don't like having to do this all by myself," she pouted. "Especially my big boobies, there's so much to cover, and I think a man could do so much better. Unggghhhh!" Her fingers dug deep into quivering titflesh.
"To walk along," she continued before Matt could say something, "hand in hand, with a slight breeze blowing across our skin, with no one around for miles, nothing but land and sky and mountains and rocks..." She closed her eyes a moment and caressed her boobs some more.
"And every now and then, I want him to just grab me and kiss me and fondle me! I love to be surprised like that. Right there on the trail, he would press me against him and kiss me so passionately, then plow his face into my boobs and suck on them a while, then we would hike some more..." Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes and played with her chest again, apparently daydreaming of the things she talked about.
Matt just stood there and watched. He wasn't even thinking about the camera any more. It just continued to run, taping the beautiful nympho on the couch.
Monica suddenly got up and walked slowly toward the camera, holding her torpedoes up with her hands so that the nipples were pointing straight at the lens. A few feet from the camera she stopped, and started to play with her breasts right there. Matt looked into the viewfinder, and saw those huge breasts filling the entire screen and beyond.
Monica worked her tits like bread dough, digging her fingers into them and squeezing and twisting them. "I want a man who loves to do this," she breathed. "And loves to watch me do it too. I'd love to just have him sit there and let me do this in front of his face. See how long he can hold out before he loses control. I love that! The anticipation, mmmmmmm..." She fell silent as she continued to squeeze and knead her pleasure mountains for the camera.
I'd love to do that. Oh please, let me show you how much I'd love that...
Matt's mouth hung open as he watched the action through the viewfinder. After a minute or so, her hands disappeared from her tits, and they flopped down deliciously. Matt started to move the camera down to see them better, but he felt her hands take hold of his and pull them away from the camera and toward her. As he watched through the viewfinder, dumfounded, she planted his hands on her mouthwatering melons.
"My hands are getting tired," she said. "You take over!"
His hands eagerly took over.
"Nnnnngh yes! That feels so good! I love having a man's hands on my boobies. Squeezing and fondling them, yes just like that, and I don't know what they're going to to next, that's the best part!"
Matt squeezed and kneaded and fondled and pressed and twisted, and felt like he could do that for hours. His fingers sank deep into her tits, and he pinched her nipples between two fingers of each hands and pulled outward.
"Ooooh yes, pull on them!" He did so, and was amazed at how far out he could pull on them. It did not seem to hurt her at all, but made her moan with undeniable pleasure. He pulled them upward, lifting those big jiggly masses with them. He swung them gently from side to side, making her giggle. Then he let the drop and plunged his fingertips into them, pressing them into big pancakes and then together into a dual-peaked mountain.
"You're good at that! Nggggghhhh that feels so good..." Her fingers lightly caressed his arms while he continued to play with her breasts.
Matt suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and he reluctantly let go of those wonderful breasts. Monica walked back to the couch and sat down. "See what these boobies can do to a man? Wouldn't you love to wake up each morning and find this body in your bed next to you?" She lay down across the couch, with her arms sprawled out above and below. Her boobs made great big pancakes on her chest.
"I want a man who will wake me up by plunging his face into these and devouring them."
Matt felt that he might cum in his pants at any moment. He had to push all thoughts of her from his mind, just for a moment, to prevent such a calamity.
"S-s-so," he said, trying to get the interview back on track. "We've pretty much established that you're looking for a tit-lover, right?" Monica just giggled in response, and those pancakes of hers jiggled.
"What else about your future husband is important to you?"
"Well, let's see," she said, raising her hands to her chin and holding it with her fingertips. Her boobs piled up into a mountain between her arms.
"I guess I already said that I'm looking for an engineer type. Somebody smart. I don't like guys who don't get my jokes. They're no fun. Hmmmmm, let's see..."
I got A's in physics and math, Matt thought. I love sci-fi movies and books. Does that count? Matt was about to ask, but Monica started talking again.
"I love Scrabble! I want a man who likes to play Scrabble."
YES!! he thought jubilantly.
Monica looked straight at him and smiled, as if reading his mind. "I'm a licensed pilot, and I want to have my own plane some day. I want a man who isn't afraid to fly with me. Most people I know wouldn't go near a small plane." She looked momentarily dejected.
Never been in one myself, but I'll walk on the wings for you, anything to have you, my dear...
Matt couldn't stand it any more. He reached up and hit the "stop" button on the video camera.
"Uh listen, I think I've really messed up this interview, and..."
"Yes, I will go out with you."
She might as well have hit him with a 2x4. He just sat down on the floor, stunned. After a moment, he said, "but I can't. The company has this rule..."
"Only if I become a member. You didn't even notice earlier that I haven't signed the contract yet, did you?"
Matt gulped. "Uh, no, I didn't!"
"No one else is even here! It's past closing time, isn't it?"
Matt looked at the watch, and was amazed to see that it was ten minutes past nine. "Uh, yeah, you're right!"
"So if I don't join, you can date me, right?"
"So then I won't join. At least not yet. Get over here."
Matt did not reply, just got up and walked to the couch in a nearly dreamlike state. That lasted until he got within range of her hands, whereupon she grabbed him and hauled him down so that he was lying on top of her. With great lusty fervor she hauled off his shirt, and he found himself with his bare chest pressed against hers. The next thing he knew, her tongue was deep inside his mouth, and those luscious lips were grinding against his. His hands went to her pancakes and eagerly resumed romping and playing.
Over the next hour clothes flew every which way, and to Matt's utter amazement he found his rock-hard shaft buried to the hilt in her perfect pussy. Monica became a wild woman then, riding him like a bullrider at one point, then turning over again and letting him pump her at whatever speed he desired. He tried them all.
The two of them spent the whole night in that room, making love several times with brief periods of rest and snuggling (and gentle boob-fondling) in between. They barely got out in time before the morning staff showed up to open shop.
Matt suddenly found a new interest in hiking and backpacking. Half a year later they were married. And the sex was very good, very frequent, in very many different places. A few times they almost got caught. Almost.
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