About 11 years ago I was working at a grocery store. There was a woman named Jana in the pharmaceuticals/vitamin department. She was energetic, friendly, bubbly, had a high mousy voice, I thought she was cute. One of those people who are almost overwhelmingly positive. She kind of looked like Carrie Fisher, especially in the eyes, except dirty blonde, tan, and so busty she couldn't hide it. She would orbit around me and say and do these little cute things to seemingly try to brighten up my day. "Has anyone told you how awesome you are today?" she would say, staring longingly into my eyes, looking up at me because I was tall and she was short. Back then, I was kind of oblivious to girls hitting on me or admiring me. Nowadays I would pick up on it and ask her out.

Somehow or another we ended up exchanging phone numbers. I think she asked for mine, actually. She liked texting me after work, or as she called it, chit-chatting. Well, one night, out of the clear blue sky, I received a blazingly sexy pic of her topless, squeezing her two huge breasts together and licking her own nipple. I was stunned for a moment, and eventually replied, "Nice tits". She apologized over and over and swore she never meant to send it. I still think it was no accident.

At this point, the gears start turning in my mind, and I remember I have something worth showing off too. I say, "If it'll make you feel better, I can send you a naked picture of me, so that way we're even." She said yeah, and I was already fully erect from seeing her, so I took a top down dick pic and sent it to her. She was blown away and said she never expected me to be that big.

The next day at work was slightly awkward and full of sexual tension. She kept blushing and giggling every time she saw me and would quietly make remarks about my size when passing by. One time she stopped me in the aisle when it was just me and her and was like "Where is it now? Is this where you keep it? Is that it?" and brushed her hand against my bulge, gently squeezing my dickhead before squealing and running away.

I don't remember when I found out, but at some point it came up that she was married. She invited herself over to my house one night, and we sat on the couch and talked for a while, I don't remember about what. She was drinking a wine cooler or something. She randomly stood up and pulled her pants down, letting me get a nice look at her ass and squeeze it and give it a good slap. I was not expecting it, it was right out of left field. I just looked up and there her ass was. We made out, and she said I was a good kisser. Then later got her tits out and let me play with them and suck on them. I was pitching a very obvious tent the whole time.

We went to the bedroom, only under the stipulation that we were not having full-on sex. We got naked in bed, I fingered her, she jerked me off and I sucked on her titties some more. This went on for a few minutes, both of us extremely aroused, and suddenly she smacked the bed out of frustration. "I want that big dick!" I got up to where I was in between her legs, my throbbing hardon pulsating just inches away from her hungry, soaking wet pussy. Every instinct in me wanted to just thrust forward and start vigorously fucking her like a wild man, but she stopped me. She had a bit of a scared look on her face, and I remembered the stipulation we had made beforehand. I feel like if I would've gone ahead and stuck it in, I would've crossed a line I couldn't uncross, and since she technically didn't want me to, I might've even gotten myself in trouble.

We gathered our bearings, got dressed, and she went back home to her husband. Things were amicable at work. We went to a couple different bars, and she took me out shopping, got me some new shoes and some cool stuff for my house. She was talking about getting a divorce so she could be with me, and even had the papers ready, but she ended up changing her mind about it in the longrun, probably easier for her that way. Her husband came up to work one day and I saw him. Some skinny, scraggly looking douchebag. I knew there was no way he could be as big as me or fuck her as good as I could. Eventually I got a different job and we slowly stopped communicating, but we left on good terms. If I ever run into her again, we're gonna have to make up for lost time. I still think about her in my spank bank, but unfortunately I deleted the titty pic a long time ago, I think out of guilt.