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Fucking a Big Busted Girl

This story is fully factual and happened about 25 years ago but it is still as fresh in my mind as if it happened only yesterday.The setting: A large bank in the North of England with a large foyer and huge reception desk.The time and place: A wet spring in Yorkshire, UK.The Bet: I worked with several guys who all used the same bank as me. There were a few different receptionists but one in particular was what we would talk about. She was about 5’ 6” tall with mid brown short hair, her shape was what you would now call a BBW. Her one feature that caught everyone’s attention was her breasts; they were huge. She dressed very conservatively but she couldn’t hide her two outstandingly large boobs completely. Chatting her up presented a huge problem as she was always so busy with visitors that there was no opportunity to even speak to her. But, as often happened, she had a friend who did relief duty during the quieter times of the day such as mid-afternoon. So after a few brief conversations with this friend I gleaned that our busty BBW took her coffee break at these times in a small room at the rear of the foyer. After much bantering with the other guys we arrived at a bet that involved getting a date with our busty BBW. My tactic was to talk to her friend who was much more accessible and I soon found out that our busty BBW visited her parents once a week and her bus route was the same as my route home by car. So the very next week I spotted her at the bus stop and pulled up ...

... and offered her a lift. She willingly accepted as it was a typical rainy day and there was no bus shelter. Our journey was only about 5 miles but it was enough to persuade her that she could get a lift with me on Thursdays and save her bus fare and keep dry at the same time.The Plot: I only had a small car and it was quite a squeeze to get this busty BBW into the front seat but if I jumped in first after opening the passenger door for her I had an excellent view of some very solid thighs and the pleasure of seeing a mighty pair of boobs encased in a dress that showed only a hint of what could be incredible cleavage. The hint of these hidden pleasures was enough to stoke the imagination of any red-bl**ded male but seeing her get out of the car was almost as exciting as sitting next to her because she had a fascinating walk that emphasized a beautiful taut butt and some impressive love handles that moved with a tantalizing sway as she walked across the sidewalk to her parent’s house. My challenge was how to go from a weekly journey to a date. As luck would have it we found we had a common interest in wine drinking plus I was into making country wines so my suggestion of coming around to her place with a box of different wines was readily accepted. It transpired that she lived in a tiny isolated row of cottages in the Yorkshire Dales with just 3 elderly but nosey neighbors.Next Steps & Wine Tasting: Finding this remote cottage was challenge number one. The problem was that it was ...