Her

Looking past the pie, Ethan takes in the sight of the woman.

She's tall, taller than Ethan, but a quick up and down reveals a pair of heels might be the deciding factor in that measuring contest. Even so, she's large, and in more ways than just height. Although her stature and the pie took Ethan's attention at the start, nothing would have prevented him from eventually noticing her other proportions. Her chest, in particular, is distractingly large, although her full figure paints a complete and enticing picture. Tight in the waist, wide in the hips, the blonde woman is a paragon of sexuality. Or at least a very particular and popular form.

Her face is also worth more than a quick look. She's beautiful, with full lips and sharp features, but closer inspection reveals traces of time. While Ethan couldn't hazard a guess at her age, she's like to be in her 40's, but only if you believe the subtle hints.

Blinking, Ethan takes another look at her massive chest. Height aside, this seems the most familiar. He's seen it before. He's sure of it. Nobody forgets a set of tits like this.

Another piece clicks in his head, and a memory bubbles up.

This woman lives nearby, next door perhaps or maybe across the road. She was also, or is rather, a mother to one of the local children, a playmate in days gone. But more than that... Ethan's seen her here before he's sure. Was she, is she, a family friend?

Her name forms on his lips, realization taking form.