This is a story that I have want to tell for a long time. When I was 18 my best friend since grade school moved away. A year went by without seeing him. Then one day he called me up to see if I could come to Kansas City for a visit. He told me that Betsy (a friend of his parents) was going to visit and she could pick me up along the way.
"That would be great," I said. Betsy was really cool and a blast to hang out with.
She was an adult but, acted like she was 18. The one thing about Betsy physically that I remembered most were her huge tits. Betsy stood about 5' 2", chubby and had long dark brown hair. I thought about her everyday up until my trip. I remember when she showed up I was so eager to get on the road. She looked just the same, dark brown hair and her body all breasts.
"There is a huge storm heading east but, we should make it to Kansas City before it hits," she said. Once on the road we listened to some great music and had a lot of laughs.
"Do you have a girl friend?" Betsy asked.
"No," I told her. "I haven't had a girlfriend for a few months," I explained.
Betsy was not seeing anyone at the time herself.
"Men that I meet are too interested in work and are to damn uptight and just do not know how to have fun!" she told me.
Now, the whole time she was watching the road in front of us. I was watching the huge mounds that were bulging in front of her top.
We stopped somewhere near Columbia, Mo. before we stopped to get a bite to eat. We had such a good time at lunch that we both forgot about the time and the weather. We looked outside "Oh Shit!" we said. "We better get going," she told me.
The sky was green and not a gust of wind could be felt. The two of us were only on the road a few minutes when the thunderstorm hit. The rain was heavy and thick as hail belted the hood and roof of her car. The wipers were no use as Betsy drove as careful as she could. The rain was so heavy that neither one of us saw the wreck in front of us.
Betsy jerked the wheel to keep from hitting the semi but, when she we went right off the side of the road and into a waiting ditch. It seemed forever for help to arrive but, we were just glad that neither of us was hurt. When we finally got the car out of the ditch, Betsy was still a little shaken up to keep driving to K.C. and the weather was not going to let up. We up to the next exit and found a motel.
Once in side the motel Betsy wanted to change her wet clothes. I was cold as hell as was going to take a shower and put something dry on.
"I'm still a little shaken up," she said. "I saw a liquor store near by," she exclaimed.
"I'm going to get some beer and when I get back we can order some dinner," she said to me.
Before she left, Betsy called my friend and his parents. She told them what happen and that we would be there the next day.
While I was in the shower I found myself jerking off to the image of her giant jugs.
When were waiting to get her car out of the ditch Betsy's shirt was soaked and oh how to clung to massive melons and when we came into the motel room it was so cold her nipples were so erect as they protruded form under bra and red shirt.
Her nipples looked like two thumbs sticking right out from beneath her shirt. In the midst of thinking about Betsy's huge rack and my hot, wet soapy shower, I managed shoot a nice wad right there.
When I got dried off and change, Betsy was still not back from the liquor store. So, I sat down and started to watch cable. As I was sitting on my bed, I noticed that Betsy's suitcase was open.
I stood up and saw her wet bra sitting on top of her dry clothes. "How big is she?" I wondered. I picked it up from her suitcase and found the tag "42 EE!" I read out loud.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Betsy yelled. I didn't even hear come in. I didn't even know what to say.
"What the hell are you doing with my bra?" she asked. "Well!" she hissed.
"You see I jjjust wwwanted tto see bbbig your bbbra was," I stuttered.
"Oh!" Betsy quickly replied, "You just wanted to see how big my bra was!"
"Well," she huffed, for your information it's none of your damn business.
"I thought you were more mature that that," she said to me, I guess I was wrong.
With that being said Betsy ripped her bra from my hands, flung it into her suitcase, slammed the lid close and locked it up tight. When I turned around I saw that she had forgotten her purse when she left for the liquor store.
Betsy quickly scooped up her purse and slammed the door on her way out. Shocked at Betsy's reaction, I found it hard to watch television. The sudden sickness in my stomach caused me to hit the bathroom.
