Into A Bigger Land - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

“Seriously, no one told you?” Mrs. Hudson asked, towering above Martin by nearly a whole foot in height.

Martin´s not unused to tall people, but it´s not that casual to meet someone who´s 6´5”, and much less to meet a mature woman that tall.

And, on top of being tall, Mrs. Hudson´s hot! From head to toes. Thick hips, shapely legs, and with a firm, ample and fleshy bosom. Her height only makes her a much bigger beauty.

For a middle-aged woman, she looks fantastic. But maybe a little too tall, if he had to put a “but” to it.

“I… no.” No one told him he´d be picked at the airport by his landlady. And much less by such a tall, and beautiful, woman. He´d be looking straight at the base of her neck if he wasn´t making eye-contact.

And it´ll be better to keep looking up, because those big, sexy boobs are almost at his face.

“No? honey, no one told you there will be tall women here? Because, I´ll be honest, I´m not that tall.” What?!

She´s “not that tall”? then how tall is tall? He´s the one who´s not that tall, she´s an amazon!

No wonder why she carried his suitcase with ease. For a woman her size, it must be like carrying a purse.

“So… how tall is tall?” he asked. The question escaped his mouth before he could think if it was actually a good idea to ask.

“Well, last year they updated the average height, I believe that, for a woman, the average is about… 6´6”.” What?! She´s below the average? “When I was young, it was about 6´4” or so. But, you know how this is, new generations are just getting taller.” She giggled.

Martin could now understand why he had to keep an eye open. It seems he moved into a place full of tall women! Well, he was to find that out sooner or later, right?

The question is, is that a bad thing? He was told people there were friendly, and Mrs. Hudson seems like a friendly woman. And polite. Just imagine, a place where the average height is 6´6”, and you don´t get to be called short within the first then seconds for standing at 5´8”.

The question is, are the rest of the people out there just as friendly?

“Oh, where are my manners.” Was the last thing she said before she came to him.

With her arms wide open, she simply surrounded him and pulled him into her. More precisely, into her bosom.

“Welcome, dear. I hope you don´t mind, I´m a hugger.” Mind? He´s been teased by those enormous breasts all the way here, and now she literally put them right on his face?

He´s literally been squeezed into her bosom. He was right, they are firm, but so soft. He´s melting right over her creamy flesh. Breathing in her sweet scent. Her arms, long and strong, surrounding him as she tenderly smothers him with her breasts.

This feels like much more than just a “hug”.

“Welcome, dear. I´m sure you´ll like it here. And trust me, there´s young women your age around. And they are much prettier than me. You´re single, right?” She said while she was letting him go.

“Very single…” he said, without thinking, now staring blankly at those gigantic breasts.

“I´m sure a handsome man like you will have an easy time finding a good lady who´ll take care of you. But I warn you, foreigners are not common around, you´ll have a long line of women behind you.” Ha, sure, that´s a good joke.

But, it´s a joke, right?

He was a little unsettled after the hug. And a little aroused. Mrs. Hudson seems like a nice woman, but is she intending to get somewhere with him?

“Here´s your apartment,” she said as she opened a nice, and solid, wooden door. “You have a bedroom, a kitchen, a small living room. A bathroom and all of the things you need. The laundry room´s right at the end of the hall and, if you need me, you can find me at the very first door. You know, this used to be a big house that was inherited to me…” and she started explaining a couple of things about this place.

It was kind of a mansion she turned into an apartment complex, where she actually lives. And she also mentioned he´s the only one staying. Which could be a reason why she went to pick him up to the airport.

Maybe she wants to give a good service so that this place gets a nice review. Or maybe there´s something else?

“I´m here, almost all the time. If you need anything, just come knock. And I mean it, at ANY time. Don´t be shy, I don´t mind.” And she winked.

What does that mean? Is it an invitation for him? She said people around can´t resist foreigners, does she mean that because of her?

“Thank you, it´s… I´ll keep it in mind.” He said.

“Well, I´m sure you´re tired. I´ll leave you alone so that you can rest.” She said.

“I appreciate…” and before she could say another thing, she hugged him again.

This time, he could actually feel his member harden as she pressed his face into her soft bosom. She was big, warm, tender and so sexy. A tall woman with a thick hourglass figure. And some wide, mature hips.

Was the hug meant to tease him?

“Good night.” She said, smiling at him right before she turned and leave.

He was so overwhelmed, his eyes instinctively went down to find her butt.

Big, heavy cheeks that quaked a little while she walked. Hips that sway from side to side as she made her sexy way. Had she noticed him staring? Was the “hug” just an excuse for her to shove her breasts into his face?

“So hot…” he thought, and once he came back to reality, he crimsoned. “Fuck! I can´t stare! She´ll think I´m a creep!” A creep with no boundaries. A pervert even. But he was not the one to blame, it was her!

Which could also speak a little for the way people are here. She seems like a conservative woman, still, she´s so liberal in the fact that she boob-smothered him. Is that like… the usual around?

“I better get some sleep to clear my mind…” he thought. He won´t dare think all people here are the same, but he´ll be open to the fact that they could.

Mrs. Hudson said it herself; women love foreigners. How bad do they love them?

Martin had a couple things in mind he had to think about before he fell asleep. First of all, was that woman lying?

Was Mrs. Hudson lying about what she was saying? Maybe she was bored and she was just messing with him. Perhaps, she wanted to see how much he´d freak out by hearing that every woman there´s tall.

Maybe this was just a lesson she wanted to teach him because of the way he looked at her. Mesmerized, almost intimidated by her towering height. There´s also a chance she knew he was leering at her.

Maybe she said that women love foreigners because of the way he was looking at her? That she might be giving him some signs?

“Did she meant she wanted to… like… sex? With me?” Was that an invitation for him? Maybe she was lonely.

Perhaps, she was a lonely woman who was only looking for some action with him? He´s handsome, he can´t lie about that, well maybe not the most handsome man around, but if he got what she said, she likes men from out of the country. And she´s older than him, so…

Martin can´t be sure, so he´ll better get some sleep. Besides, why would a woman like her want something with him? She´s HUGE, and sexy.

“A big, mature, bombshell…” was the last thing he thought before he fell asleep.

He had work the very next day. The good thing is he had enough sleep. Besides, this was a brand-new day in a different country. A lot of new things for him!

And there´s one new thing he´s aware of. Things are… taller? As he walked around this apartment, he could see things, like counter tops, that stood higher. About six-inches above the standard he was used to. And this made him wonder, maybe Mrs. Hudson was telling the truth?

What if people were actually taller? That could easily explain the size of things here.

Or maybe this apartment´s only meant for people as tall as Mrs. Hudson. He had no way to know until he met other people.

He headed to the shower, a nice warm shower.

“I mean, is it that bad if people here are taller? Like, that´s just height.” Oh, but height´s not the only thing in his mind.

Mrs. Hudson´s a hottie. She´s tall, sure, but she´s also thick, a voluptuous woman. He can´t ignore that, a part of him also wonders if there´s other women like her.

“Enough, Martin,” he thought to himself as he shut the shower off, “You´re not here for that. You´re here to work. Work hard and show the company you can take care of the new job they gave you. You should not disappoint them after receiving this promotion.” The last thing he needs is to get distracted with women and leave his job aside.

He got dressed and opened the bedroom´s door, it was about time to get some breakfast before he heads off to work.

The question is, how will he get there?

“Well, maybe Mrs. Hudson can tell me which bus drops me there. Or close by. I mean, it´s kind of early, but she told me I could ask her anything.” At any time, hopefully, it´s not too early.

But, as soon as he opened the door, he forgot about the time and just focused on the aroma that was coming in through his nose.

“Mmm, that smells… delicious.” Buttery, savory, slightly salty…

But the smells seems to come from very close, and, if he listens carefully, he can listen to the sound of bacon on the stove. But… he put no bacon on the stove!

Martin was confused, so he rushed to the kitchen. The apartment wasn´t that big, he got there within three or four steps, and what he saw then calmed him down. Not to say it amused him.

There, standing in the kitchen, was a tall and sexy woman. Wearing an apron that accentuated her waist and made her hips look wider. However, the part of her body that was accentuated the most were her big, heavy breasts. Filling up the apron, pushing it away, actually.

“Oh, good morning, dear. I thought it´ll be nice to make you some breakfast before you leave to work. And also drop a few groceries for you.” Said Mrs. Hudson.

Martin froze for a second, how did she get in? And how come he didn´t hear her? She´s HUGE, she should´ve made some sound. Plus, the frying pan and the rest of the things she used should make a sound. How was she so silent? Was she a ninja, maybe?

“Just sit here while I get everything done, ok?” She said, pointing at the kitchen bar as she finished with breakfast.

Martin wasn´t sure if this was a clear invasion of his privacy, or something good…

Mrs. Hudson turned; she got back to the stove. In the meantime, she gave him a good view to her rear end.

Mrs. Hudson was a towering beauty, Six-feet-five-inches of pure sensuality. He could breathe in the savory aroma of breakfast, and while waiting, he could check out this mature muse.

His heart was racing as he caught a glare of Mrs. Hudson´s thick, wide and firm ass. So tight, so round, so perfect. She was a big, beautiful woman, tall and thick, mature and sexy.

And she´s his landlady? He´ll see her often, the thing is, doesn´t she notice he´s checking her out?