Juanita was freshly divorced and overwhelmed with rebuilding her life. Her friend Helen called her on a Thursday to tell Juanita that she'd booked a suite for them in Vegas for the weekend and to meet her there Friday afternoon. Juanita was hesitant. She didn't gamble, she hated empty, flashy shows, what was she going to do in Vegas – with Helen of all people?! She and Helen were not close, they didn't even have anything in common except some distant mutual friends. Oh, well, it's paid for...that's very generous. A weekend away may not be a bad idea...
Juanita is 35, a sociology professor, brown-skinned, medium build, great legs, shapely hips and a tiny waist. Her greatest assets, though were her warm, giant smile and her utterly enormous, 100 % natural, genetically generated breasts. She wore a 34HH. It's hard to explain HH. First, a quick lesson in bra sizes: The number is the size of the back and rib cage, the letter is the cup. 34" is about average. HH is way bigger than average. Get the picture?
Girlfriend was sporting some monster globes. And they were firm too. She always kept them hiked up as high as she could to prevent sag and to keep the damn things out of her way. Often she would stuff them into size G demi bra and they would puff out the top like unruly bread dough. Her areolas were the size of coke cans and when she was turned on, her sensitive nipples protruded like angry gumdrops protesting the confines of the fabric, often creating tares in her expensive undergarments where her nipples had pushed their escape. She went out of her way to find pretty bras too – which is really hard if your tits are that big. Ugly underwear is depressing, she always said. She ordered surprisingly delicate sexy shear lacey things from England with tiny matching panties. Often she's have to order them too small because they just don't make the cute bras that big.
Her style was fairly elegant, but most of the time she wore very low cut tops, not so much to attract any one, but more because the open neck actually made them look smaller. The tops were tight to show off her waist – loose tops made her look dumpy and pregnant. But people were always getting mad at her for showing off her glorious mammeries. They would tell her to cover up, give her dirty looks like she did something wrong. Most women hated her and would openly say so, most men just gawked without saying anything at all. She got so used to the gawking, she'd stopped noticing it. The same way someone with a birth defect get used to people staring rudely. Men didn't hit on her, they'd just stare. So she was rather shy and never dated much. Her now ex-husband was the first man she'd met that would have a real conversation with her. That's why she married him. But that's over now.
Juanita said yes and decided to go to Vegas, if it got to annoying, she could always go hike in the desert or something...or something... She got to the airport late. It being Southwest Airlines, she knew that she was doomed to a crappy seat. She preferred the window, but that wasn't going to happen. Thank goodness the flight was only an hour. Shuffling onto the plane, holding her overnight bag in front of her, she scanned for decent seats and empty overhead bins. At last, she found a bin and was reaching up to cram her bag inside it when she was shoved from behind by someone. Juanita lost her balance and fell forward with her chest right in the face of a man with an isle seat playing with his ipod.
"Hello!" he said, as he looked into her cleavage then her eyes and smiled. Embarrassed, she didn't notice his flirtation, just the empty seat next to him by the window. She never met anyone on planes except old women with a string of health issues or sticky children. He noticed the embarrassment and the question on her face.
"Yes, it's open, " he said. She nodded, and slid over him. He did not move to make it easy for her. For some reason, she turned her back to him and crawled over with her lovely round ass in his face. He did not mind and she did not notice. Juanita sat down with a thud causing her tits to wobble in her v-neck as she awkwardly searched around for the seatbelt. The man just watched her, enjoying the scene and her ignorance of his enjoyment. She really was focused rather intently on settling into her seat, buckling up, pulling a book out of her jacket pocket, checking the emergency card in the seat pocket. At last, she sat still, with her head back, eyes closed, chest heaving. The man really wanted to just lean over, pull out one of those sweater puppies, and suck the hell out of it. His penis stirred as he thought of it. He went back to playing with his ipod to take his mind off them.
The plane took off and he had to put his ipod away. Juanita opened her eyes and started to read her book.
"What are you reading?" he asked. She looked a little startled, she wasn't used to men talking to her at all.
"Oh, I'm just re reading this book by Jung about synchronicity..." she said more to the book than to him.
"I'm J," he said smiling.
She turned her head slightly, sheepishly saying,"Juanita."
J managed to catch her eye in that moment. Beautiful chocolate brown eyes with a depth that almost scared him. She closed her book and looked more carefully into his dazzling baby blues. His eyes were almost crystalline in nature, sparkling, refracting and emitting light beneath his thick, floppy dark hair. She almost lost her breath for a second.
Juanita and J chatted like old friends the entire flight, gazing into each other's eyes, lost. When the plane landed, J offered to carry Juanita's bag to her hotel for her. He'd arranged for his bags to be sent ahead to his hotel already. She still had no concept of his intentions, she just thought he was being nice. She was innocent in many ways, having been married young, and didn't question the idea of a strange man taking her to her hotel, besides, Helen should be there...
They arrived at her hotel and she checked in. Helen had not yet arrived. Juanita stood puzzled for a moment until J suggested that they take her bags up to the room and then get some lunch. Sounded like a good idea to her. She watched him pick up her bag from the floor in the hotel lobby. He was about 6'4", his broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms moved enticingly under his t-shirt. His back was to her and as he bent slightly, she mentally noted his butt – surprisingly pert and ample for a white guy...hmm. She raised and eyebrow, skipped up next to him and pushed the elevator button.
In the elevator, gazing into her eyes, J simply couldn't help himself any longer. Her full soft lips were just too tempting. He dropped her bag on the floor, took her by the waist in his big manly arms and kissed her, softly ant first but then, as sensation built within his being, more passionately with hunger and fire. He'd never felt like this kissing a woman before. He wanted her whole being to mesh with his. Time stopped. Her body went limp with the escape of her breath at his embrace. She held herself as close to him as she could, almost as if she wanted to go through him. Her body shook under his kiss. He pulled back, concerned but saw her eyes closed and her chest heaving with gasps as she shook.
"Are you...are...you...cumming...? He whispered, tentatively. All Juanita could do was nod her head as her body washed with wave after wave of pleasure, panties soaked, nipples straining for freedom. His dick got super hard as he watched her cum just from his kiss. This was going to be a great afternoon, he thought, and kissed her again. This time she returned the gesture with such force and emotion, he almost fell back him self. He adjusted his stance, his legs spread wide so he wouldn't have to bend so much to kiss her. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it fiercely like it was sustenance. Oh, he could not wait to get to those crazy nipples slicing across his chest with her breath!
They switched, she sucked his tongue like it was his cock and she could get life from it. It sent him reeling, head spinning, precum eeking into his underpants. Then she came again, moaning audibly this time, convulsing so hard he could barely hold her. He couldn't help himself. J reached into the V of Juanita's top and pulled out one of those massive melons that had held his interest all day. His erection increased a he released the firm yet soft all natural female gland form its casing. It was the most marvelous thing he had ever seen. He mauled it with his had, awestruck. He pushed it around with the heal of his hand and watching that mad nipple dance atop the magical mound.
"Jesus," he uttered, as he opened his mouth to suck the mighty nub. As his lips closed around it and his tongue lashed it from with in, Juanita issued a mighty moan, pushing the titflesh further into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, pulling the nipple with his teeth, tongue teasing it as he went. She swooned and cried and moaned.
"Yessssss," she hissed, as the elevator doors slid open at her floor. There was a couple standing in front waiting to board the elevator. J quickly turned Juanita toward him, shoved her teased out boob back its prison, picked up her bag, and shuffled her off of the elevator.
Juanita was dizzy and embarrassed. She didn't know whether to sock him or invite him in. They got to her door, she fumbled with the key card. She'd lost all dexterity and rationale. Gently, J took the card from her fidgety fingers and opened the door. What a gorgeous suite! Who knew Helen had such great taste! Two king sized beds, mini bar, plasma TV, fabulous view of the strip, and right there, in the middle of the room, the biggest hot tub either of them had ever seen. She just stood there, still reeling form the elevator activity. J was very clear about what to do next. He put the bag on the bed and opened the faucets in the tub. Hmmm, she thought.
J turned to look at her, all brown and buoyant and curvy, she looked like a fresh baked dessert sculptured into the perfect feminine form. At least his brand of perfect, big tits round hips, thick thighs and a tiny waist, not skinny at all. The tits were insane, he thought, well, they certainly made him insane! He couldn't wait to see her naked but she seemed kind of shy and rather passive – but not reluctant...
He checked the tub water temperature, a little hot, but wasn't it supposed to be? He pushed a button and turned on the jets. The water swirled as the level rose. Juanita stood and stared. Part of her knew what was happening and part of her decided that this wasn't what was happening. She was paralyzed by fear and excitement. Her breathing grew shallow and that giant chest began to heave. J had to do something.