It's been almost a decade since you came back to your home town. It was just a chance work project that brought you here now for a month or two, and then you suppose you'll never see it again.
You check into a crummy motel room, and decide to take a walk around the town for old time's sake. It hasn't changed much, and still has that sleepy vibe it always had, but it seems somehow so much smaller now. You pass by the old library, then head out down the pathway that you used to walk down to go home every day.
Passing by one neatly maintained driveway, you hear the slam of a car trunk and look up to see a shapely middle aged woman bending over to lift a box of what looks like crockery from the ground. She stands and whips her head back to flip the long blonde hair out of her face, and you do a double take as you recognise her. There's only one woman in town you ever knew who had a full busty figure like her and the pristine face of a model. It was a figure you fantasised about often in your highschool days after every chemistry lesson.
"Mrs Ellison!?" The words leave your mouth in surprise almost unwittingly. She looks over and smiles as she recognises you. As she rushes towards you, her large breasts bounce in her cardigan with every step, just like they always did in every teenage fantasy.
