Some members have encourage me to write some more about my experiences with slim and very bosomy ladies. Last time, I talked about an owner of a flower shop in Salt Lake City who was ten years older than I was at the time. She had an amazing 58 inch bosom and wore two bras to keep her beauties in check. We had a wonderful affair, but sadly, she moved to open another flower shop in another city.
It was some time afterwards, also in Salt Lake City, I was in a downtown mall where I liked to try to discover extra-bosomy women, which are so rare. It was getting to be late afternoon and I had been unsuccessful in my search. I headed towards my car parked a few blocks away when I happened to glance over at the bus stop and saw this amazing girl waiting to get on the bus the a lot of other people. Even at a distance I could tell she had very, very large breasts even though she was wearing a vest over her long loose black blouse. She had on a longish skirt and was wearing sandals. She had long brown hair that almost covered her face. What I could see of her arms and legs told me she was very slender, but there was nothing she could wear that could hide the magnitue of her breasts.
I couldn't resist. I walked over to the bus stop and stood in line by her and made some off-hand comments about the hot day and I hoped the bus was air-conditioned, etc. She looked up at me and smiled, but she didn't say anything and kind of ducked her face into her hair. The bus came and we climbed on. I made sure I got to sit next to her on the crowded bus. She took a window seat and I slide in next to her. Her breasts were resting on her lap.and spilled over her thighs. Her vest hid much the sides of her bosoms which projected out amazingly. I had to slide to the edge of my seat to make sure I didn't touch her.
I made simple conversation and found out she was going quite a long ways outside the city. I was in for a long ride and I was very happy about that! After a while, this very shy girl opened up. Her name was Melonie. She lived with her parents. She was 21. When it came to her stop, I asked her if I could walk her home and she said, "Okay." Walking along side of her, her huge breasts swayed and bobbed under that loose blouse as big as elongated beach balls coming down to her hips and sticking out on the sides. Her breasts were long from her shoulder to her wrist. Looking back, they were at least in the 60 to 70 inch size!
When we got to her house, she invited me in and I met her parents and we all sat and chatted for a while talking about this and that and how we had met on the buss. It was getting late and dinner was being prepared so I excused myself and asked if I could come back and visit Melonie. They didn't have any objections.
I took that trip out to Melonies place two other times. Melonie and I would sit on her parent's porch and chat. I found out that she was getting ready to be a missionary for the Morman church and would be leaving in a couple of weeks. She wouldn't be back for two years!
I kick myself for not writing her letters on her mission and I lost track of her. I was young. I was stupid. What can I say? I wonder what lucky man finally got her.
It was some time afterwards, also in Salt Lake City, I was in a downtown mall where I liked to try to discover extra-bosomy women, which are so rare. It was getting to be late afternoon and I had been unsuccessful in my search. I headed towards my car parked a few blocks away when I happened to glance over at the bus stop and saw this amazing girl waiting to get on the bus the a lot of other people. Even at a distance I could tell she had very, very large breasts even though she was wearing a vest over her long loose black blouse. She had on a longish skirt and was wearing sandals. She had long brown hair that almost covered her face. What I could see of her arms and legs told me she was very slender, but there was nothing she could wear that could hide the magnitue of her breasts.
I couldn't resist. I walked over to the bus stop and stood in line by her and made some off-hand comments about the hot day and I hoped the bus was air-conditioned, etc. She looked up at me and smiled, but she didn't say anything and kind of ducked her face into her hair. The bus came and we climbed on. I made sure I got to sit next to her on the crowded bus. She took a window seat and I slide in next to her. Her breasts were resting on her lap.and spilled over her thighs. Her vest hid much the sides of her bosoms which projected out amazingly. I had to slide to the edge of my seat to make sure I didn't touch her.
I made simple conversation and found out she was going quite a long ways outside the city. I was in for a long ride and I was very happy about that! After a while, this very shy girl opened up. Her name was Melonie. She lived with her parents. She was 21. When it came to her stop, I asked her if I could walk her home and she said, "Okay." Walking along side of her, her huge breasts swayed and bobbed under that loose blouse as big as elongated beach balls coming down to her hips and sticking out on the sides. Her breasts were long from her shoulder to her wrist. Looking back, they were at least in the 60 to 70 inch size!
When we got to her house, she invited me in and I met her parents and we all sat and chatted for a while talking about this and that and how we had met on the buss. It was getting late and dinner was being prepared so I excused myself and asked if I could come back and visit Melonie. They didn't have any objections.
I took that trip out to Melonies place two other times. Melonie and I would sit on her parent's porch and chat. I found out that she was getting ready to be a missionary for the Morman church and would be leaving in a couple of weeks. She wouldn't be back for two years!
I kick myself for not writing her letters on her mission and I lost track of her. I was young. I was stupid. What can I say? I wonder what lucky man finally got her.