Sarah's Find - Chapter 32

There was only a brief window of time to get out of this mess before Mary-Jean left the house. The panties were rustled as her legs thrust with her steps, the loud clack of her heels as she made her way across the hard wood floors of the house were all too clear. Frantically, you began to crawl towards the front of her underwear (you really wanted to get away from her ass at this point) as fast as you could. Within moments, you were poking your head out of her clothes. She was wearing a sharp looking black skirt and a nice red blouse. It almost looked like office clothes. Was she going to work? Wasn't it Saturday? It didn't matter. You needed to be found and fast!

You grab onto the threading of the blouse and hoisted yourself along. Up ahead, you could see a great hill bobbing up and down with every step. It would be dangerous to get onto this woman's chest. She had the largest breasts of all the women you'd encountered so far. But you would also be directly in her line of sight, which is where you wanted to be. So, you climbed; using ever stray piece of fabric you could until you reached the sides of of her breasts.

Now the climb was even more perilous. The constant jolt of the mountains (and they WERE mountains) threatened to send you freefalling off her body and onto the hard floor. You had been lucky up till now with always finding a soft surface to plummet down onto. You likely wouldn't be so fortunate if you fell this time. But you had been climbing giant women for the better half of two days. At this point you were practically an expert at it. So, you reached the top of her blouse and onto her giant, heaving bosom. Glancing up, you saw her face. Her eyes were looking forward, automatically adjusting and scanning her path. A lock of her hair slowly fell into her gaze and a hand immediately reached up and brushed it away. There was activity going on behind those eyes. She was lost in thought, it seemed. Perhaps she was mentally preparing for whatever she was headed out for. Making mental notes and plans. Or maybe she was thinking of what she would do after? Or maybe she considering if she had time to quickly (and discreetly) plunge a finger into her nose, or even into her asshole, to scratch a stubborn itch before walking back out to into the real world.

Whatever was on her mind, it occupied her attention, and you did not.

Some locks of her hair lay across the vast valley of her cleavage and you tried to make your way towards them, using the edge of her blouse's boob window to inch your way. Her hair would be one of the few things that would keep you falling off of her (or rolling between her mountainous boobs, where you'd be suffocated if not outright squished). Eventually, you were close, but in order to reach them, you'd have to climb onto the skin of her cleavage. Quickly, you hopped on and tried your best to keep balance with the massive quakes of every slight jostle of the mother's bosom. It would be fine if you stumbled briefly. The hairs were just within your reach...a short dive, like a baseball play diving for home plate, and the fragrant locks would be in your grasp...

But then, the entire landscape slanted heavily and suddenly, and instead of diving, you were sliding down the full length of her breasts. And that wasn't all. Beyond the gargantuan mounds of cleavage, was a wide, dark chasm full of assorted odds and ends. A bottomless pit that had consumed many things without a care; a place without rhyme or reason where all that came into it were placed into a zone of perpetual chaos and uncertainty: the mother's open purse awaited you.

Instinctively, you thought to try and grab the hem of the boob window as you slid, but her body leaned further and you went from sliding to falling; plummeting directly into the dark abyss, bouncing off an half empty water bottle and a nearly empty bottle of aspirin before hitting the dirty leather floor below. A flurry of dried crumbs, some as big as you were, rolled around. You saw coins the size of statues; old papers clips that had been bent and warped into a new shape; used tissues that had been left to rot; wrappers from past snacks that had been tossed here in lieu of a trash can; and other things.

Up above, the mother's brown eyes peered into the chasm for a brief moment before disappearing. Then, the real ride began.

The bag came alive, and so did everything else. The many crumbs pelted you, some painfully bouncing off you. A massive quarter came careening towards you and was barely intercepted by a wrapper which threw off its trajectory at the last second. The sloshing of the water bottle sounded more like heavy waves and some of the liquid managed to drip out of the not-entirely-sealed lid. The massive aspirin bottle began to slide towards you, like a building that had come to life. You rolled, literally rolled, out of its way, joining the sea of crumbs as they guided you towards a wall of leather. The crumbs began to pile on top of you and you had to madly scramble and wave your arms to prevent them from suffocating you.

A loud thumping sound. It wasn't the clack of her heels (though you could still hear that), but rather a zipper from an inner pocket along the leather wall. It was directly above you. Perhaps you could use it to escape...or at least get off the floor of this dark abyss before something else came shooting at you from the void. A wadded receipt was near you and you grabbed it and pulled. It came, but barely. It was far heavier than you had anticipated. The sensation was like tugging on multiple weighted blankets. The constant barrage of the crumbs were doing their very best to deter you even further.

You glanced up towards the light shining from above this horrible abyss. The most you could see of the mother was her arm and shoulder. Occasionally, though, the purse swung far enough to glimpse some of her face. Yet again, her eyes faced forwards, her mind occupied with anything except you and your plight.

With one more herculean tug, you manage to pull the receipt into position and begin to climb it. The receipt wobbles, threatening to go careening in any direction from any small movement. Just because it was difficult for you to move, doesn't mean it will be for larger things. Moving as quickly as you can, you climb to the top of the paper boulder. The zipper is just above you, but the receipt is JUST barely short enough for you to simply reach up and grab it. You're going to have to jump for it. Bending your knees as far as you can while maintaining your balance, you launch yourself.

You go surprisingly far. Ridiculously far, in fact, for just as you leap, the purse itself seems to come to an abrupt, crashing halt. Everything inside the chasm came lurching as the massive bag was harshly set down, crashing into each with a deafening din. By sheer instinct you manage to flail your arms and grab hold of the zipper. You hear loud voices but cannot understand them from the ringing in your ears due to the absolute chaos that just happened in the purse. Regardless, all movement has stopped. Has she set you down. You glance up and see a surprising sight...

A wide rear end clad in black, spandex yoga pants, topped with a red tank top and brunette hair. Sarah!

Her head is turned off to the side, perhaps speaking to her mother, but you still cannot understand. But it doesn't matter. The girl you need is just in sight! If only you can get to her! Quickly, you pull yourself up the zipper. There are a series of inner pockets along this wall of the purse that you can use to get yourself out of here

Quickly you climb on top of the zipper and reach for the lip of the pocket above you. There is something in this pocket...a check book by the looks of it. You can use that to reach the highest pocket which might just let you get close enough to the outer rim of the purse. You glance up again, trying to gauge exactly where you are. It's nearly impossible. Sarah's massive ass eats up most of the sky, and her upper body obscures most of what her butt doesn't. Still, you think you can see some of the lights from the ceiling, and they look to you like something you'd see in a kitchen. That was only a guess though. You couldn't see what Sarah was doing either, though it looked like she was leaning on something. The kitchen table or counter perhaps? It didn't matter. All that did was making sure you got out of here before she walked away. Or the mother picked her purse back up again. So you continued to climb and kept your gaze on that looming bubble butt above you. You gazed upon it as if it were a beacon of hope, the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. And you kept watching it as it grew slightly larger as you grew every closer, maintaining your gaze even as Sarah's hand reached around and raked her fingers against one of her generous cheeks.

The ringing in your ears started to subside. You thought you could hear a distant thumping noise. Was it the mother's high heels as she came back to recollect her purse? What if she put some things in? Maybe a lot of things? Would you survive that sort of chaos? Maybe the noise was just your own heart, as your own ears had been unable to pick up external sounds. Whatever it was, it reminded you that you needed to hurry! You looked back up towards that giant booty, which had begun to sway back and forth (could you hear the young lady humming). You were so close to freedom!