Another city, another business meeting. I decided to stay an extra day or two, after all I deserved it, plus no one knew me in this small out of the way spot. I checked into a motel on the outskirts of the city, a sleazy one.
The room was everything I wanted, tacky green wallpaper, a big queen sized bed, tiny bathroom complete with a full length mirror, a chair, dresser, two nightstands, and of course the King James Bible. I entered the bathroom, shaved from head to toe, not that I have much body hair, and took an extra long bubblebath. I then applied my make-up, making sure I emphasized my big blue eyes, and put a lot of deep-red lipstick over my full lips, put on huge gold hoop earrings, a nice gold necklace, and my long curly auburn wig, that looked great on me. I stood naked in the full length mirror, rubbing my erect 10" circumcised cock and tight hairless ballsack, being only 5'6" tall and a slender 140 pounds made my huge fuckstick look even bigger than it already was, and it was quite a tool.
The special bra was next, making me a 36GG, sure that was overly busty, but I liked the look and the looks I got being so buxom! The padded spandex panty girdle gave me a nice round tush and wide 38" hips, that along with my 30" waist gave me a nice hourglass shape. Boy did I look and feel very sexy!
I felt a little naughty, so it was time for my white skintight riding breeches, that were a size too small, so really hugged my padded bottom and nice shapely legs, four days a week in the gym had paid off nicely. I then put on my bright red knit turtleneck sweater, that was so tight, it made my huge bosom look even fuller. I then slid on my brand new shiny black riding boots, just my size. I strutted to the full length mirror and posed, I was a very sexy bitch!
I watched some television, daytime soap operas are so sleazy, an actress spent the entire hour bound and gagged by a jealous wife. Daytime talk was even worse, she-male escorts, adult babies, and the bondage lifestyle took up three hours. I was hungry, so called in for a pizza.
Imagine my shock when a very young, very familiar looking, 5'10" Barbie doll faced beauty with big almond shaped hazel-green eyes, that her big red framed tinted glasses looked good over, full red lips, high cheekbones, long wavy fiery-red hair, that cascaded down to the middle of her strong and powerful back, and a firm, but very curvaceous
40DDD-22-36 hourglass figure, that her tight white spandex pants, red spandex sports bra, and white sneakers hugged like a second skin knocked on my door, medium sized sausage pizza and big bottle of Diet Coke in her hands! She was more stunned then me, but quite turned on!
"Trixie!" The 19-year-old ultra buxom redhead gawked. "You are gorgeous."
I remembered her as a waitress at the convention banquet, but who wouldn't remember such a gorgeous buxom beauty. I had given my feminine name to the pizza parlor. "Aren't you Roxy Fox?"
The redhead adjusted her big red framed glasses, confused; she didn't know a Trixie, may-be a Terry Waddle, but certainly not a Trixie. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"May-be." I said in my husky female voice, giving her $30.00 for a $14.00 order. "You seem to be everywhere."
"Just putting myself through college." The gorgeous buxom redhead blushed. "You have bigger tits than I do!"
"But yours are much nicer." I smiled, as I strutted to the cheap dresser. "Would you like a slice or two? It is too much for me."
"What kind?" Roxy glanced as I opened the box.
"Sausage and extra cheese." I held out a slice, which she greedily accepted.
She ended up eating four slices and guzzled half of the two liter bottle of Diet Coke.
"I have to get back." Roxy smiled. "Hey, thanks for the nice tip too."
"You're very welcome." I returned her nice smile. "Stop by and we can discuss fashions for buxom women."
"I might take you up on that." The gorgeous buxom redhead strutted out the door.