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I have always enjoyed being a travelling salesman. I loved meeting new people, Road trips, hotels, my own time and the money wasn't too bad. I sold milkshake machines to road diners. This story happened in the summer of 2005. I had two successful weeks selling 12 machines to 10 diners.
I only had two machines left in my car to sell, so I was headed to the next set of small towns. You must remember these were the days before online ordering was mainstream, so I had them in my car.
I checked out of the hotel, loaded my suitcase in and headed west. It was one of those scorching hot days, so I turned the aircon up and put on a good CD. I was driving for about an hour down another desolate highway when I noticed a hitchhiker with her hand out. I was thinking, who hitchhikes these days?
I had never picked up a hitchhiker, but I had done it a couple of times as a teenager in the 90s. It looked like she had been standing there a while, and with no other cars in sight, I decided to pull up Next to her and give her a lift. As I pulled up slowly, I noticed this beautiful woman in a tight T-shirt with enormous breasts, like huge, heavy tits that thrust out.
I've always loved huge tits, but these were gigantic. She had brown hair and was slim but had a thick body, like a little extra weight. In the back of my mind, this looked like a trap. I carefully pulled up, while looking behind and around me. She smiled, waved picked up her bag and jogged around to the front seat. I watched her massive breasts bounce as she did.
"Hey...thanks for stopping," she said a bit out of breath.
She lugged her heavy backpack into the back seat of the car and sat down. I guess this was legit.
"I'm Robyn! She said.
"Luke!" I managed to croak out.
I started driving, just amazed at this beautiful, busty woman sitting next to me. "Thanks for picking me up. I was waiting for about 3 hours and you were only like the fourth car on this road."
"Wow, you must be thirsty, I have some water if you want?" I said as I handed her a bottle.
"Thanks!" she said, as she grabbed the bottle and drank the entire thing. "Sorry, I'm incredibly thirsty. I hope you have more?"
"No, I don't, but we can stop somewhere and get some. Where are you going, by the way?"
"Rockston."
"Rockston, that's actually where I'm going. What are the chances?"
"Amazing, I know it's a few hours from here, but I'm kind of in a bind."
"Why what happened?" I asked.
"Well, I was at an outdoor music event, like a Trance party and well, things got out of hand with the people I was with and I bailed. I left my cellphone charger behind and my phone died, so I just kept walking."
"That's awful! If you don't mind me asking, what got out of hand?"
"I was with two girls and two guys. One guy was single and had been flirting with me on the car ride up. At first it was innocent, but then he became obnoxious and rude, especially as I didn't respond to his flirting. He's not my type."
I could barely keep my eyes on the road as her breasts shook on the stony highway. "Oh, I see where this is going? Did he make a move on you and you pushed him away and he got angry or something?"
"Yeah, pretty much correct."
"I'm sorry to hear that!"
"Thanks, that's sweet. So what do you do for work Luke?"
"I sell milkshake machines, sort of door to door, or diner to diner."
"A traveling salesman. I like that! Someone who is well travelled."
I felt a bit embarrassed but curious. "Haha, why do you like that?"
"Just knowing someone is experienced in you know, life and different cities or countries. It's exciting. You know I've never left the country?" she said.
"Why not?"
"Well someone with my condition...you know, top heavy would have to buy two seats, and that is expensive."
I felt my face redden. I didn't know what to say, but she had finally referenced her massive chest. "Oh, I see, but you're not overweight..."
"My chest is, haha!" she laughed.
I laughed politely, my heart beating. "I...I a...a bit lost for words." I stammered.
"Don't be, I mean I can't hide them, they're all natural, they're just enormous. I definitely don't want a reduction, they're beautiful and they're mine."
I felt myself sweating, but felt calmer as we had addressed the elephant in the room, so to speak. "Well that's great! I think it would be a shame to make them smaller, if you don't mind me saying."
"I knew it, you're a breast man, for sure right?"
"Yip, you could say I am."
"But you have never seen breasts this big before, I guarantee it."
"You seem confident!" I smiled back at her.
"There is a reason I don't wear a bra! There isn't one in my size!"
"That's incredible! Sorry, I mean amazing, I mean, sorry it's just I've never had such a frank talk like this before, I'm nervous."
"Don't be nervous, they're just tits. Granted they're massive and you haven't stopped looking at them since you picked me up."
"I can't help it, Robyn, you're gorgeous and I've never picked up a hitchhiker..."
"You're not too bad yourself handsome!" she smiled. "Thank you for saying that. A lot of men are turned off by my boobs. You're different, I like that."
"Well I'm just telling you the truth." I replied.
"You know we still have a while to go. Why don't you pull over and take a break, maybe at a quiet picnic spot?"
"I could stretch my legs." I said.
A few minutes later we spotted a shady picnic spot off the deserted highway. We both got out and sat at a table. Although it was hot, the shade felt cool and fine. We shared some snacks, water and chatted some more.
"What do you do for work?"
"I'm a farmer actually. I work on an all ladies farm. We are completely self sufficient with food, water even have our own electricity off the main grid."
"That's awesome, so what inspired an all female farm?"
"My friends and I all went to school together and we met up later in life at a meeting, and two of us had worked on farms before, so we trained and helped each other and now I do it full time with them."
"Wait, you met at a meeting, like a group therapy meeting?"
"Sort of. It's a group for overly busty woman to talk and share about their experiences about having a massive chest."
"You're joking right?"
"I'm afraid not!" she smiled.
"So everyone on the farm is busty?"
"Well, very busty. I'm sure as a boob guy, you would love to visit."
"I won't lie, that does sound awesome. How old is everyone on the farm?"
"I'm the youngest at 30, then there's Beth who is 33, Nicole who is 38 and Jean who is 40. We all get along well, barely even have arguments."
"That's good!"
"And before you ask, I am the biggest, 36KK and I give the softest hugs."
"I don't doubt that!" I said.