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The Hug (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1

Annalise worked in HR. Annaleigh worked in Finance.

They saw each other occasionally during company meetings. Neither woman paid the other much attention.

Annalise had big boobs. So did Annaleigh. They were two of the biggest boobed women at Bishop and Sons, a law firm in New York. 

It was not like Annalise and Annaleigh did not know each other. That would be impossible.

Impossible for two women with boobs as big as Annalise and Annaleigh to not be aware of the other. They were only human, after all.

Annalise and Annaleigh had noticed each other, just like two men with large shoulder muscles and sinewy arms would notice and maybe even acknowledge each other.

Annalise knew there was a woman called Annaleigh in the firm. Annaleigh knew there was a woman called Annalise in the firm.

Both women had casually observed that the other woman had large boobs just like herself.

Somehow, due to some twist of fate or pure luck, both women knew that the other woman was single. It was just one of those things that happened in firms.

You are made aware of such information when you work in a firm together for such a long time. Both Annalise and Annaleigh had worked for Bishop and Sons for more than five years now.

They had never spoken to each other or anything.

But they were both aware of the presence of the other. The presence of another woman like herself with big boobs.

And that the other woman was single. And that they were both hefty. Both women were around 5’10.

Annalise had golden hair that shined all day in her office. But it was her racks that her colleagues talked about behind her back. They hung down like two large and ripe melons. It almost seemed like the melons were fighting a battle against her tight blouse and they wanted to explode out of her blouse.

Annaleigh was no different. She ate nothing but peanut butter and beef steaks. She was always the picture of health that reflected in her fleshy and luxurious breasts. When she walked around the office, some of the men stole glances at her. Her melons jiggled like a couple of bowling balls jiggling against each other. It almost seemed like her melons had a life of their own.

There was no rivalry between Annalise and Annaleigh.

Why would they be rivals? They worked in two different departments.

They were both mid-level employees in their departments and hardly ever had to interact with each other.

Yes, they both had big boobs. Really big boobs. Bigger than normal. Certainly, bigger than the national average American boob size. That’s how big the boobs of Annalise and Annaleigh were.

They were both quiet women who turned up for work every day, worked sincerely, and went back home at 5 pm.

But they had big boobs all right. Nobody could ignore their boobs.

They worked in different departments of the firm. So they could ignore each other and er ….. their large boobs. Now if they worked in the same department, they would have been forced to acknowledge each other’s tremendous boobs.

 It was during the Christmas of 2005 when Annalise and Annaleigh were first forced to acknowledge each other.

Bishop and Sons had an annual Christmas friend game during which employees were paired with each other by a computer program.

Christmas friends were expected to hug each other on Christmas Eve, watched by everyone in the firm. The pairings would be announced impromptu during a Christmas Eve event, making it a surprise for the two huggers. The event would be attended by the friends and family of all Bishop and Sons employees.

Christmas Eve arrived.

The event began after a few cocktails. Spirits were high. Tongues were loose. The pleasant smell of champagne and cigarettes filled the usually stiff corporate air of Bishop and Sons.

Annalise and Annaleigh were high. They were hanging out in two different circles when the event began.

Christmas friend pairings were being announced through a mike by the legendary singer Tom Jones who had been hired for the event. The pairings were being called out by Tom Jones in his trademark rambunctious voice. The pairs walked to the middle of the office reception and hugged each other. The crowd of drunk employees and their families were cheering them on.

Both Annalise and Annaleigh stood in their circles wondering whom they would have to hug.

Then it happened. The stars aligned.

“The next Christmas friend pairing ….. do step forward ….. Annalise Boetticher and Annaleigh Duggan. What a couple of lovely lady names. I am sure the ladies are as beautiful as their names. Do step forward wherever you are ladies”, shouted Tom Jones into the mike.

Annalise and Annaleigh were on either side of the room. Their colleagues cheered them on as they walked to the center of the reception.

Annalise wore a rather small white top that showed off more than a bit of her ample boobs and cleavage.

Annaleigh shared Annalise’s sartorial indiscretion on that Christmas Eve. She also wore a rather tight pink top that accentuated the size of her large mammaries and showed off more than a bit of her cleavage.

Annalise and Annaleigh emerged from within the crowd to the middle of the reception.

They saw each other. Their eyes immediately moved towards each other’s large protruding boobs and stayed there for a few seconds.

Tom Jones let out a whistle and said “Oooooh. Now those are two fine specimens. Whaddayasay?”, he shouted out to the crowd.

The crowd laughed.

Annalise and Annaleigh slowly made their way to the center of the reception. Both women were a bit shy.

Their eyes met. Then their eyes went back to each other’s boobs.

The noisy crowd turned silent as they watched the large, big-boobed women, moments before they would hug each other.

Men stopped sipping their bubblies and let their expensive cigars burn. Women felt insecure as they eyed the massive boobs of Annalise and Annaleigh.

Annalise and Annaleigh, normally shy and retiring young women in their early thirties, were a bit dizzy from one too many glasses of champagne.

They closed the distance between each other. They raised their arms to embrace each other but their boobs had other ideas. When their boobs met, they almost pushed at each other, almost as if the two large pairs of boobs had a life of their own.

Annalise and Annaleigh wanted to hug each other in the Christmas spirit, but their boobs wanted to compete with each other.

Their large boobs jostled, making the two drunk women shiver with sexual arousal.

Both women took a step back and eyed each other once again. They both understood what had just happened.

A hint of competition had crept into their friendly Christmas Eve hug.

The crowd watched. Now utterly silent. They too had seen what had just happened between the two big-boobed women.

The women glared slightly at each other and took another step towards each other and threw their arms around each other.

This time, their boobs became plastered together. The large mounds of flesh fought for space as the two hefty women hugged.

Perhaps, it was the champagne in their gullets, but the women pushed angrily at each other even as their arms were thrown around each other in the tightest of hugs.

Annalise and Annaleigh struggled with feelings of competition as well as lust as they pitted their breasts against each other in the center of the reception.

The crowd watched, utterly mesmerized.

The two large women gasped as they endeavored to make the other woman take a backward step, which would be a sign of their own victory.

They smelled each other’s expensive perfumes and blew hot champagne breaths into each other’s faces.

But neither woman gave an inch as they pushed and jostled with their breasts.

Tom Jones let out another whistle. But even he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of the two bovine jostling women.

The jostling continued as the two normally shy corporate workers try to establish their physical supremacy over the other.

Their nipples were erect now and the two women did not want to separate from each other, enjoying this physical contest that had a distinct element of sexual arousal in it.

Such was the intensity with which they fought in the middle of the reception that their large breasts slipped off each other and the two women lost their balance and lost contact with each other.

Tom Jones intervened immediately.

“Now that was one intense hug, ladies. You girls know what the Christmas spirit is all about. Ladies and gents let’s hear it for Annalise and Annaleigh. That was a good show”, said Tom Jones.

The crowd broke into rapturous applause.

The noise made Annalise and Annaleigh snap out of their sexual daze.

They looked towards each other, utterly embarrassed by what they had just done in front of their colleagues and families.

They smiled sheepishly, turned their backs to each other and walked back into their respective circles.

Both Annalise and Annaleigh made sure that they did not run into each other for the rest of the evening.

Tom Jones belted out a few of his legendary hits before he left the Bishop and Sons.

Their respective colleague circles took the two embarrassed women to two different after parties after the end of the office event.

Chapter 2

Neither woman could sleep that night. The jostling between their breasts haunted their sleep. Even on Christmas morning when they stood alone, naked under the cold showers, their nipples were erect with the memories of the previous evening.

Both women worried whether there would be a censure from top management regarding their wild and vulgar conduct during a Christmas Eve party when the families of the employees were present.

There was also the issue of the Christmas gift they would have to give each other today, now that they had been revealed to each other as Christmas friends. Thankfully, the exchange of gifts would be a private affair and would not be staged as a public event or anything.

Both single women, shivered as they sat in bed thinking about the other woman, before they dressed up and went to work.

Annalise had no friends in the city. She had no boyfriend either. The problem was that she had a  concrete view on what her man should be like. Alas, there weren’t any men like that left in this world. Annalise was a god-fearing young woman who went to church every Sunday morning. She was so bored with her life that she would masturbate herself to sleep every Sunday evening.

Annaleigh was a bit of a bookworm who spent her weekends at the library. Of late, she felt like she had hit a rut. Books did not do it for her anymore. She increasingly spent the weekends browsing pornography and drinking herself to sleep on Sunday evening.

At the office on Christmas day, everyone treated the two women normally and the fear of a censure from top management, eased as the day passed.

It was a normal working day for Bishop and Sons on Christmas day. They were a ruthlessly  ambitious firm and paid employees a special bonus for working on Christmas.

The HR and Finance departments of Bishop and Sons were located far away from each other, at different ends of the office.

During the lunch break, it was Annaleigh who walked from the Finance department to the HR department with her Christmas gift wrapped in pink.

When she reached the HR department, she saw that Annalise was alone, working on her computer. A hard worker thought Annaleigh as she walked toward Annalise.

Annalise heard Annaleigh approach and she stood up as if showing respect when she saw Annaleigh.

The women looked at each other like a couple of nervous lovers out on a date for the first time.

Annaleigh handed over the gift wrapped in pink to Annalise. Annalise took it shyly.

They smiled uneasily at each other.

There was sex and competition between them. Neither woman could deny it.

“Merry Christmas”, said Annaleigh.

Annalise took something wrapped in red from behind the monitor and handed it to Annaleigh. Annaleigh took it in her hands.

“Merry Christmas”, said Annalise, returning the greeting.

They stood their shyly, both women waiting for the other to make a move.

Annaleigh wanted Annalise to make the move, whatever it was. Afterall, It was she who had walked all the way from the Finance department to the HR department.

They waited. The shy glances changed to looks of quite defiance, as if both women expected the other to say something.

But neither woman made a move on the other.

Finally, Annaleigh whispered a terse “catch you later” and nearly stormed out of the HR department with the gift in hand.

Both women were kept busy for the rest of the day. They left the office early with their respective circles for two different Christmas parties.

Neither woman had a chance to open their gifts until the boxing day morning.

Annalise sat naked in bed, her large breasts hanging down, slightly hungover and alone as she opened the gift wrapped in a pink wrapper, that Annaleigh had handed to her.

It was a black brassiere.

It did not look like it was a new brassiere or anything. It was clearly one that had already been worn.

Annalise took a sniff of the brassiere. Yes, a faint smell of sweat. Annalise felt her nipples harden.

She wore the  brassiere over her enormous breasts and hooked the bra strap. A perfect fit. She wondered what Annaleigh intended by gifting her a used and unwashed brassiere. Was it intended to signal intimacy and communicate Annaleigh’s desire for Annalise? Or was it an insult intended to humiliate her?

Whatever was the intention, Annalise felt a tingle surge through her body as she posed in Annaleigh’s brassiere in front of the mirror, admiring her fleshy and semi naked body.

Annaleigh was also hungover, alone, and naked in bed when she opened the gift wrapped in red from Annalise.

It was a bottle. A breast deodorant. Martha Gaines Breast Deodorant for women said the small label on the bottle.

Annaleigh opened the bottle, and it looked like it had been used. Yes, there was no seal on the deodorant container.

What the hell?

Who gives a used breast deodorant as a gift, thought Annaleigh.

But then she had given her used brassiere as a gift to Annalise. So, what did she expect? Her gift was to signal to Annalise that she dug her sexually.

But what was a used deodorant supposed to indicate? Was it an insult? Or a call for more intimacy between her and Annalise?

Annaleigh walked to the bedroom mirror with the open deodorant and applied it all over her ample boobs. Surely, Annalise had used this deodorant on her boobs as well.

She felt a tingle surge through her body and her nipples grew erect.

Boxing Day was also a working day at Bishop and Sons.

Annaleigh and Annalise went about the day like everything was normal. Their departments were far away from each other so it was not like the two women could watch each other.

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The Divorcees (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1
Maggie stood in the airplane aisle, her plump body, especially her boobs occupying most of it.

Maggie was a short woman and was struggling to insert her heavy bag into the overhead cabin baggage compartment. The bag tilted on the wedge of the shelf, threatening to fall down. Maggie gave it her everything, her red round neck t-shirt became plastered against her mountainous boobs from the effort. She was getting annoyed.

This was a man’s job as far as she was concerned. But Maggie had separated from her husband a couple of weeks ago.

She barely managed to push the bag into the shelf and close the hatchet. Maggie heaved a sigh of relief and as she turned around, she bumped into someone.

It was a woman. She was the same height as Maggie. She was trying to get past Maggie and was right behind her when Maggie turned around and they bumped into each other.

Or it would be more fitting to say that their boobs bumped into each other. Like Maggie, the woman in front of her also had large boobs.

Their boobs met. Or you could say their boobs crashed into each other.

Maggie had turned around so quickly after inserting the bag into the overhead compartment that she lost her balance and fell onto the woman.

The woman let out a little gasp as Maggie fell onto her. The woman threw her arm around Maggie’s waist and Maggie threw an arm around the woman’s waist as they fell onto the seat behind them.

Maggie’s mountainous breasts smothered the woman’s mountainous breasts as their entwined bodies fell onto the seat.

Maggie’s mouth accidentally pecked the woman’s cheek as if she was kissing her.

The woman giggled as Maggie lay on top of her for a few seconds, their mountainous breasts heaving against each other.

Maggie also gasped as the rubbing of their large mounds of flesh sent bolts of electricity through her fleshy body.
 
The woman’s face was close to hers and there were pink spots all over the woman’s fleshy, beautiful, and sunny face. Their faces were close to each other, and Maggie had a sudden urge to lay another peck on the woman’s face, as they struggled together on the seat.

The woman was wearing a pleasant and fruity perfume.

Maggie did her best to regain her footing on the floor of the airplane aisle but all she could do was lie sprawled against the woman and their breasts continued to rub hopelessly against each other like they were lovers or something.

The woman just lay there smiling as if she was enjoying the rubbing or jostling between their breasts. She made no effort to push Maggie off her or help Maggie regain her footing on the floor of the aisle.

Both women breathed heavily as Maggie laid on top of the woman and their mountainous breasts heaved together rhythmically as if they were breathing life into each other’s breasts.

Maggie felt her nipples harden.

She placed a hand on the seat beside the woman’s head and raised herself up. Their breasts lost contact with each other.

“Oooh”, said the woman and giggled again. A warm and pleasant giggle with a hint of seduction in it.

Maggie finally found her footing in the aisle and stood up.

“Sorry about that”, said Maggie to the woman.

The woman lay in the seat, smiling up at Maggie.

“It’s perfectly allright”, said the woman, laying on the seat languidly, as if she did not want to get up.

Maggie gulped a little, feeling a bit embarrassed by their little erotic encounter.

The woman raised her hand up towards Maggie.

“Wanna pull me up?”, she asked, pleasantly.

Maggie took the woman’s hand, their fleshy hands clasped together, and their thick fingers wrapped around each other’s hands. Their eyes met.

Maggie pulled the woman up and the woman also raised herself up.

As the woman stood up in the aisle, their mountainous breasts crashed into each other once again.

This time Maggie felt like the woman deliberately crashed her breasts into hers.

They stood like that for a few seconds, breasts lingering together. Maggie felt her nipples harden even more.

Maggie tried to break away, but the woman placed a hand on her shoulders.

“I guess you and I need to be more careful as we walk down airplane aisles”, said the woman, in her pleasant tone.

“Ha”, said Maggie.

Their faces were really close to each other. Maggie had an urge to kiss the woman on her cheek once again. Or maybe even her lips. But she restrained herself.

The woman’s powerful hand on her shoulder prevented Maggie from breaking away from their mutual breast to breast contact.

Not that Maggie was complaining. She was enjoying this rubbing between their mountainous breasts as much as the woman.

“I am Margie Collins”, said the woman, with her hand still on Maggie’s shoulder.

Their enormous breasts were still heaving against each other. Both women acted like it was a normal thing.

“I am Maggie Collier”, said Maggie, gulping a little, unable to control her erotic feelings.

“Ooooh! Maggie and Margie”, said the woman with all the enthusiasm of a teenager talking to her first crush.

Then Margie pressed her boobs intensely into Maggie’s boobs.

Though taken aback for a moment, Maggie pressed right back with her boobs.

They stood like that for a few seconds, the erotic rubbing of their boobs suddenly taking on a competitive edge.

Then Maggie glimpsed a woman, another passenger, approaching them in the aisle and she broke away from Margie.

Margie’s face wore a look of surprise and a hint of disappointment as Maggie broke away and then she saw the woman approaching them.

“Nice to meet you”, said Margie.

“Nice to meet you too”, said Maggie.

Maggie almost said, nice to meet your breasts. But she didn’t.

Margie walked down the aisle and sat down at a window seat, a few rows away.

Maggie slipped into the seat where she and Margie had fallen, and their breasts had jostled.

What the hell had just happened? She and that woman Margie had been breast to breast.

She had just been involved in an encounter of a highly erotic nature with another woman in the middle of an airplane aisle. Maggie gulped.

She looked out the window. It was raining outside.

Maggie tried to relax and put the erotic encounter behind her. She had other things to worry about. 

The plane wasn’t too crowded. Not many passengers to the small town of Boonie, Montana, thought Maggie.

She wondered whether she ought to look back at Margie, who was a few rows behind her.

What had happened between them was clearly an erotic encounter and Margie had seemed to be game to take it to the next level.

Maggie’s nipples were still erect.

Maggie was just coming off a bitter divorce that had gone on for more than a year. Yes, she hadn’t gotten laid in a while.

Maggie was in her mid-forties. At this point in her life, she just wanted some peace and quiet.

After the plane took off, Maggie ordered a double vodka, which calmed down her erect nipples and she went to sleep.

Chapter 2

Margie’s cxnt was on fire.

She could hardly sit peacefully in her seat.

Much of the plane was empty. Margie wondered whether she ought to go sit near Maggie.


Why shouldn’t she?
They were literally making out with their boobs in a goddamn airplane aisle.

Margie had enjoyed herself immensely.

Her nipples were hard. Her cxnt was leaking.

Margie had been divorced for more than a year now.

She knew Maggie was a single woman or a divorcee like her.

Maggie had that single woman or divorcee aura about her.
 
Margie had seen Maggie desperately pushing her large into the overhead compartment.

Maggie had looked frustrated. Like a woman who had been used to her man doing jobs like pushing a heavy bag into an overhead airplane compartment. But now she was on her own and was overwhelmed by even the smallest of chores.

Margie had been there. She knew what it was like to not have a man around.

Margie felt a certain tenderness towards Maggie.

They both had large mountainous boobs.

Margie had enjoyed pitting her boobs against Maggie’s boobs.

Margie had enjoyed Maggie laying over her with their boobs plastered together.

Margie had enjoyed pummeling her boobs into Maggie’s boobs like they were two teenagers fighting.

Everything about their sexual encounter had been perfect.

They were two equally matched women. Both somewhat short. Both blessed with mountainous boobs.

Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have her breasts jostling against Maggie’s boobs right here right now.

Margie longed for Maggie. They had hardly exchanged a few words. But what she had shared with Maggie was a sort of an erotic epiphany that few people experienced in their lives.

Margie wondered whether she ought to walk across the aisle and sit near Maggie and they could resume their weird sexual encounter.

The airhostess appeared, making Margie snap out of her erotic aspirations.

Margie ordered a double whiskey. She slipped into an uneasy sleep.

Margie woke up when the flight captain announced that the plane would land in ten minutes. She was a bit groggy from the double whiskey.

She looked down the aisle. She got up from her seat to look for Maggie. She saw the top of Maggie’s blonde hair and nothing else. Maggie was short just like her.

She remembered Maggie’s smell. Maggie had smelled of pineapple jelly bellies. Margie’s body tingled at the thought of Maggie and their encounter less than an hour ago.

The plane began its downward descent and Margie put on her seat belt.

Margie looked down at the green surrounding Montana airport as the plane approached land. She knew nothing much would have changed in the small town of Boonie where she had grown up.

The plane landed smoothly and as it came to halt, Margie looked longingly at the aisle and saw Maggie step out of her seat and open the overhead compartment to get her heavy bag.

Margie charged out of her seat. Some of the other passengers had also begun to enter the aisle to get their baggage off the compartment.

Margie dodged them all and walked towards Maggie like a predator approaching its prey. 

Maggie had taken her bag out and was now moving towards the exit. Margie followed her.

There was a delay in opening the exit door and Maggie stood in the queue. Margie was right behind her.

Margie eyed Maggie’s unruly blonde hair and her large frame. Despite her shortness, Maggie had large shoulders. You needed large shoulders to support those mountainous breasts, thought Margie.

Margie could contain herself no longer. She moved towards Maggie and pressed her breasts onto Maggie’s back.

Maggie turned around in surprise and Margie wasted no time in plunging her breasts into Maggie’s and their breasts were jostling again.

“We meet again”, said Margie, happily into Maggie’s face.

Maggie’s face broke out into a shy smile. There were pink spots all over Maggie’s white face. She had been a pimply teenager, thought Margie.

“Hiya”, said Maggie, taking a step back.

Their breasts lost contact.

But Margie would not let her go and she took a step forward so that their breasts were in contact again.

She saw Maggie blush.

Margie took a quick glance behind her. There was nobody else because the other passengers had gone to the exit at the back. The people standing in front of Maggie paid them no mind. She had Maggie all for herself.

“What brings you to Boonie?”, asked Margie.

“Uh! I was born here. I’m just here to meet some old friends”, said Maggie.

Maggie’s tone was cautious. As if she did not want to reveal anything.

“You were born in Boonie? So was I. Which school did you go to”, said Margie excitedly.

Margie pressed her breasts aggressively onto Maggie’s breasts.

“Uh …. Bishop Cotton school over in Wimberly”, said Maggie uncertainly. She seemed a bit cowed by the assault on her breasts by Margie’s breasts.

“I’ve heard of Bishop Cotton. I studied at St. Mary’s”, said Margie, confidently.

“I’ve heard of it”, said Maggie uncertainly.

Margie pressed her breasts aggressively onto Maggie’s breasts again. This time Maggie pushed right back.

An aggressive smile appeared on Maggie’s face as she fought back.

They were tussling with their breasts once again in the aisle.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes. Both their faces were flushed red with sexual arousal and excitement.

They were really pressing their breasts into each other now. Both women enjoying the feel of their mountainous breasts, jostling and battling.

Then the exit door opened and the people in front of Maggie began to walk out the door.

Maggie and Margie disentangled, and they walked out of the plane.

It was cold and there was a drizzle as they walked down the ramp stairs.

The tarmac gleaming as it was wet with the rain.

A bus had arrived to take them to the terminal.

“Typical Boonie weather”, said Maggie.

“Yeah. Wet all the time”, said Margie.

As they walked to the bus, Maggie suddenly took Margie’s hand. They clasped their hands together. Margie was flattered that Maggie had taken her hand in hers.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, palm against palm, even as they entered the bus.

“Where are you staying?”, asked Margie eagerly. 

“At Big Joe’s Motel. What about you?”, asked Maggie.

“At the Lupino Cottage”, said Margie.

Neither woman had heard about the other woman’s place of stay.

As they stood facing each other in the bus, waiting for the other passengers to enter, Margie plunged her breasts into Maggie’s breasts once again.

Maggie was ready for her. She pushed back with her breasts and the two women recommenced their erotic tussle.

This time they held on to the overhead bars of the bus for leverage as they fought with their breasts.

They let out gasps as the mountains of flesh came into contact again.

Margie revelled in Maggie’s pineapple jelly belly aroma even as she tried to subdue her opponent.

The bus took off and the two women stood with their breasts jostling all the way to the terminal.

The bus reached the terminal in seconds and both women felt a pang as the door to the bus opened and they had to disentangle from each other.

As they walked towards the terminal, Margie aggressively caught hold of Maggie’s hand and this time the two women entwined fingers tightly.

“Your folks still around?”, asked Margie.

“No. My mother died a few years ago. My father moved to Costa Rica after my mother died. He got married to a woman over there”, said Maggie.

Margie thought there was a hint of melancholy in the way Maggie spoke about her folks. It made her open up about her own family.

“My parents joined a religious sect and moved to South Africa. They live in a farm over there in some village”, said Margie aiming to establish a deep connection with Maggie.

“Oh”, said Maggie.

They entered the terminal. They were still holding hands.

“I need to get my luggage from the baggage dispenser”, said Margie.

“I’ll meet you there in a couple of minutes. I need to go to the toilet”, said Maggie.

“Oh ok”, said Margie. She did not want to let go of Maggie.

She was really taken in by this short woman with her mountainous breasts, pink spotted face, blonde hair, and pineapple jelly belly aroma.

“I’ll be right with you”, said Maggie, disentangling her fingers from Margie’s.

Margie watched Maggie walk towards the toilet for a few moments.

She turned around and walked towards the baggage dispenser. She walked swiftly. Eager to get her baggage and resume her erotic tussle with Maggie.

The baggage dispenser took a while to start and everyone from the flight waited around quietly.

It was a good five minutes before the ramp started to move and the luggage began to appear.

Margie looked around her for Maggie to appear. But she did not. Margie wondered why she was taking so long. How long did it take to pee?

Margie’s baggage appeared on the moving ramp. She took a hold of it and walked back towards the toilet into which Maggie had disappeared.

She opened the door and went inside. It was empty. Nobody in the wash area or even the cubicles. Maggie had disappeared.

Margie left the toilet and walked towards the baggage dispenser again. People had started to leave and walk towards the airport exit.

Margie walked out of the airport looking for Maggie. She was not around.

What the hell? Had Maggie just left her like that? How dare she. What a bitch to sexually tantalize her like that, act like she was interested in her and then disappear on her just when they were taking the relationship to the next level.

Margie walked out of the airport. Crestfallen. She looked all around for Maggie. She had disappeared allright.

It was beginning to rain heavily now. Margie hailed a taxi.

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Do consider buying the book The Hug, The Divorcees and The Journey if you liked the first two chapters of the first two stories.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D12JG7GM

Three Kama Fight short stories about feisty and sexually rambunctious women who are blessed with protruding chests.

The Hug - Annalise and Annaleigh are employees at a law firm who meet each other during a hugging event on Christmas Eve. Blessed with protruding chests, an innocuous hug during the event, turn Annalise and Annaleigh into fierce and lusty rivals eager to establish their physical and sexual supremacy over each other.

The Divorcees - Maggie and Margie meet each other in the narrow aisle of an airplane. Or it would be more apt to say that their protruding chests meet each other. The two frustrated forty-five year old divorcees discover kindred souls in each other while also competing with their equally matched protruding chests.

The Journey - Lauren and Lucia, two travelers on a small bus with a narrow seat, cannot seem to keep their hands, legs and protruding chests off each other.

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Here is a taste of The Journey, the third story in my new book:

THE JOURNEY

Lauren saw the woman with the big tits through the glass window of the bus she was sitting in.

The woman looked disturbed and anxious. Lauren thought it was because a lot of men milling around the bus depot and even a lot of the men in the beer stalls and hot dog stands were staring at the woman’s tits.

The woman was like a large kitten who accidentally walked into a kennel of horny dogs during mating season.

She walked nervously and self-consciously around the bus depot looking around her. Then she put a hand into her jeans pocket and took out what looked like a ticket. The men followed her every move with their roving eyes.

The woman had set off a wave of lust across the depot on this already hot and muggy day.   

Then the woman looked towards Laurens’s bus, put the ticket back into her jeans pocket and began to walk towards the bus.

Even though the woman was quite big and tall, her breasts were prominent on her burly figure.

Lauren could not take her eyes off this tall, buxomly, and beautiful creature. Despite her nervousness, the woman walked elegantly, carrying her large frame with grace.

Laurens gazed at the woman, just like all the horny men milling around the depot, drinking their beer and stuffing their faces with hot dogs.

For a few moments, Lauren lost sight of the woman and then she saw the door of the bus open, and the woman slowly climbed in with all the grace of a large gazelle.

She took the ticket out of her jeans pocket and seemed to be checking the first seat for the number on her ticket. She kept looking at the seat numbers as she walked up the aisle.

Lauren gulped as she watched the woman. The seat next to her was empty.

The woman stopped when she reached Lauren’s seat. She glanced at Lauren and Lauren glanced first at the woman, their eyes locking for a second, before Lauren’s gaze was inevitably pulled towards the woman’s large tits.

Up close, they were massive, and Lauren was able to appreciate their true grandeur.

The woman was wearing such a tight dark brown cotton shirt, that it seemed like the tits could tear out of her shirt for some fresh air.

Lauren shifted a little, welcoming the woman to sit beside her.

The woman sat down beside Lauren. She had sharp dark eyes, thick eyebrows, a long nose, and long lips with a strong jawline. Lauren thought this woman could be an Italian. 

It was a small bus, and the seat wasn’t big enough for both of them.

The woman’s arm rubbed against Lauren’s upper arm and rested against it.

The outer edge of the woman’s large breast rubbed very briefly against Laurens’s breast, and it sent a shiver through Lauren.

The bus started. The driver raced it for a minute and then drove it onto the road.

They were on their way.

The woman relaxed beside her, and her breast rubbed against Lauren’s arm. Lauren was wearing a sleeveless vest.

The woman spread her legs and her jeans covered thigh touched Lauren’s jeans covered thigh. The woman let her leg rest there against Lauren’s leg and did not try to move away. Lauren had no space to move away. The seat was that small.

The woman relaxed once again and this time her arm touched Lauren’s arm and rested there.

Lauren was cramped for space and the woman did not seem to mind the fact that their arms and legs were plastered against each other. Lauren did not mind either. She was quite taken in by this burly woman and liked that their arms and legs were touching.

A very slight aroma of sweat emanated off the woman. She was not wearing any perfume. Lauren was sure about that. Lauren glanced briefly at the woman and saw a dark patch under the armpit of her shirt and sweat on her neck and forehead.

Lauren looked outside the window and pretended to be interested in the scenery. But the woman’s arm and leg against her arm and leg could not be ignored.

Lauren’s nipples were erect at this point. She was excited by the presence of this large woman beside her. The possibilities seemed endless.

For a while, Lauren tried to focus on the scenery outside.

The land was mostly barren and there was a bleak beauty about it, which Lauren could not appreciate in its entirety because her arms and legs were plastered against the arms and legs of this burly sweaty woman with big tits who was sitting right beside her.

“Hard for a woman in these parts ain’t it?”, asked the woman.

“Uh”, said Lauren. She had not expected the woman to talk.

“I said it’s hard for a woman in these parts ain’t it?”, asked the woman, repeating herself.

“In what way?”, asked Lauren.

“You know all these darn men and these truckdrivers staring at you all the darn time”, said the woman.
 
“I guess so. Though there aren’t too many people around these parts to be honest”, said Lauren, feigning ignorance.

“It is tough to be a woman in these parts. I like the city better. These rural areas are full of perverts, cousin lovers and corpse fornicators”, said the woman in a serious tone.

“That is a bit of a stereotype”, said Lauren.

“It ain’t no stereotype, my friend. When you have tits as big as I have, it ain’t easy to survive in these parts”, said the woman in a candid tone.

“Oh”, said Lauren.

“Sometimes I wish I did not have tits as big as these”, said the woman.

The woman looked down upon her boobs like they were alien entities attached to her chest and Lauren did not waste the opportunity to glance at the woman’s boobs. They really were a couple of beauties.

“Not only does every prick out there want to grab them, but it’s real heavy to carry these boobies around. They just hang off my chest. I know exactly how an apple tree might feel when all the apples are ripe and they all hang down, forcing the apple tree to bend down”, said the woman in a rather loud and annoyed voice.

“Cougar woman problems”, said Lauren.

She was warming up to this candid and talkative woman.

“Ha! You’re one to talk. You have pretty big tits yourself. Damn! Your tits are as big as mine. Look at em, straining helplessly against your t-shirt. They look like they want you to take off your t-shirt and jump into a damn swimming pool”, said the woman, turning towards Lauren and staring down at her boobs as she talked animatedly.

Their legs and arms stayed in contact as they talked.