The emissary

The emissary, as it turned out, was an American like himself, her name was Sandra Turner, they met at the airport, and she was dropdead gorgeous. With long flowing locks of brown hair, a slightly heart-shaped face, dazzlingly blue eyes surrounded by mascara, and full almost beestung pouting lips, her face was a sight indeed.

But Walter only took that in for a moment, for down below there were two things that warranted his attention, and it wasn't her breasts (which might have been A-cups for all he cared,) but her butt! Her waist appeared slightly pudgy, and it tapered down to her hips, which some might have called child-bearing, but Walter would call them load-bearing. They easily wider than her slim shoulders, and it only got better from there.

Her thighs were thicc with almost a third c, and her ass was like two pillows stuffed into her jeans, jiggling despite the tight material's best efforts, and straining to be free. Walter, even though he was a married man, couldn't help staring for several seconds, only snapping back when he realized she had said something.

"Hello? Mr. Smith? I'm the representative from Daramco, inc." She said, "it's very nice to meet you."

"Oh uh, right, I'm Mr. Smith- ah Walter." He stammered, "pleased to meet you, too." He finished with an awkward smile.

"Indeed, shall we get going? My masters won't be kept waiting."

"Your masters?" Asked Walter.

"My employers, it's just a formal address in their country." She replied.

"Oh okay, then I guess we should go." Said Walter.

As they boarded the flight, Walter found it impossible to keep his eyes off the mesmerizing globes of jello in front of him. They were on the up escalator, and watching them sway, bounce, and jiggle, even while standing still, was hipnotic. He had to keep his briefcase in front of his crotch, lest anyone see the tent his middle-aged member was pitching.

They went and took their first class seats (Sandra's ass barely fitting between the fairly wide cupholders,) and so began a new chapter in Walter's life.