No one comes out to this dump of a mall unless they’re a big girl like me, so I’m surprised when I spot him on my way out. Both of us parked under the shade of a tree. Unlike mine, his car is facing the strip mall. Maybe to keep an eye out for his woman. She’s probably still in *Lane Bryant*. Eyes glued to a phone, he doesn’t even notice as I approach. He looks up when I unlock my car.
“Nice eyes,” I say before realizing his window is down.
The cutie is blushing. “Um, thanks.”
I flash a smile and we’re both grinning like idiots. Flirting is such fun. As I open the trunk I see him looking at my bags and body and I wonder if he’s undressing me, imagining my curves, my generous tits and ass.
I look back at the store entrance and no one’s around. Dropping my bags, I pick up a top and walk over to his side, then drape it over my chest. “Can I ask for your opinion? Do you like this?”
“It’s uh, nice.”
I lean into the open window with the shirt still over my chest. “What about the fabric? Can you feel it?”
His throat bobs for a moment and I can see his hand adjust his pants. “I have a girlfriend.”
“That’s wonderful, I’m happy for you.” My smile never drops as I gently lift his hand under my breast. Even under cotton and a bra built like the Golden Gate bridge, his touch is electric. I let out a soft moan when he squeezes and runs a thumb over the fabric. “She’s very lucky.”
He doesn’t need encouragement and steals a furtive kiss before leaning out for more. His tongue is wild and sweet, eager to play with mine. My skin is on fire, and it’s a slight breeze on the small of my back that reminds me of my position.
“Hold on,” I say, pulling myself back outside. The lot’s still empty, but anyone could pull up at any moment. Hell, his girlfriend was going to come out some time. “Can you open your door for me?”
He does and I tug at my shoulder-less top until it’s scrunched around my belly like a fucked up tutu. I step closer again and he rubs slow circles on my bare skin and wide hips. My breath hitches. This man knows what he likes. I bend over to kiss him again as I unhook my red bra.
My tits never disappoint.
Holding his face between them, I feel his tongue slathering each one, lingering over my nipples. His hair is so soft when I run my fingers through it, rocking that mouth over each breast. I love how his spit drips from my hard sensitive nipples. They’re almost as wet as my pussy.
I drop to my knees and massage his thighs, one leg out the door. His cock is throbbing underneath. My nose is buried into his crotch and I can feel his heat. The zipper’s undone and we’re both pulling at the belt loops. Holy shit, he’s packing.
“Your lady’s *very* lucky,” I say, cupping his balls. I plant a kiss on them and his cock twitches on my cheek. So bouncy. I taste the salt on his skin as I lick his shaft. I want more. As he stiffens in my hand I lick under his knob and he lets out a groan. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
I wait for a nod before I rub my lips over his tip. The head is soft and warm, pulsing if I press hard enough. I get it nice and wet before I take more of him. Watching his tortured ecstatic expression is almost as much fun as sucking his dick. Almost.
“Mmmm,” we moan in unison. I slide lower and lower with every thrust until he’s in my throat. It burns for a moment then heat radiates inside me like a furnace. I’m so hungry for his cock I don’t even notice the drool collecting on his balls.
I come up for air and a rope of spit hangs between us. “I love this,” I say, stroking him. Slick fingers keep him rock hard.
“Oh shit!” he whispers, fumbling with his pants. “Someone’s coming!”
I can’t see anything kneeling behind the door but I don’t care. I stroke him faster. His surprised expression is priceless but melts back into pleasure when I suck him again. The thought of someone catching us just makes me even hornier. I want him to finish. I need his come in my mouth.
He’s so close, I can taste it. I make a ring with my fingers and stroke him fast while I suck on his head and he starts bucking into me.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh- fuck!”
He gives one last gasp before erupting in my mouth, spurts hitting the roof and back. We both can barely catch our breaths as I wipe a little come from my lips. “You good?” I ask, scratching his belly.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
It’s only then that I notice my new top was between his legs. Crumpled and wet, I use it to clean his cock before putting it on. The stains are almost artistic.
He can’t wipe that idiotic smile from his gorgeous face. “You’re gonna wear that?” he asks?
I give him my phone with a new contact form open. “If you want to buy me a new one, let me know.”
Suddenly, this dump of a mall isn’t so dead anymore.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nqwn4n/plus_sized_mouth_fmpublicoral