Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (13 page)

“I thought maybe it was a new guy of yours.”

“Ohhh Heather, I just
wish
!” Karrie sighed. “I gave him my best fuck-me look, but he didn’t seem interested.”

“He went into the theater just now?”

Karrie nodded. “I don’t think you can miss him. He must be like… I swear seven feet tall! Gorgeous long wavy hair, big brown eyes, he had some kind of long trenchcoat and… umm… no shirt.”

“That’s a violation of our customer policy,” Heather pointed out. “Did you ask him to put one on?”

Karrie giggled. “No.  I was too busy enjoying staring at him!”

Heather sighed.
Great. Sounds like some kind of arrogant slob.

An arrogant slob with alien technology,
she reminded herself.

She thanked Karrie and headed for the cinema proper, not even sure what she would say to the guy when she found him.
Hello, slobby shirtless guy—are you an Enpathian agent?

Hell, whether he was sexy or slobby, she didn’t think she was going to make any great impression on their possibly-alien visitor, regardless. There she was, a plump, twenty-six year old woman who wasn’t even bothering with her cinema staff uniform anymore. Today, she wore an extra-large pink Wonder Woman T-Shirt and an uncomfortably tight pair of worn black jeans, with pink-and-white tennies on her feet--and a Hello Kitty wristwatch to complete her geeky ensemble. Her overly-tight cotton panties were chafing her under the jeans, and the straps of her bra were digging painfully into her back, failing to fully support her ample bosoms.

She wasn’t quite sure what to do about that last problem… Lane Bryant had been closed down since the invasion, too.

It wasn’t fair! She’d actually been
losing
weight before the invasion, her walking routine had become habit and she’d started really watching her portions … Then,
they
had come, and while everyone else was happily eating whatever processed vegetable matter
they
provided, she’d been sitting in a theater full on candy and popcorn and sodas, anxiously chowing down on crap.

Nostalgia for the good old days of the human race, her heroic efforts to keep the cinema running … And what did she get for it? A bigger ass.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back into an impromptu ponytail, frizzy strands radiating everywhere courtesy of the miserable rainy weather they’d been having. She tugged on it, as she had a habit of doing when she was nervous.

With a deep breath, she opened the door to the cinema. It was dark, but Heather’s eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom. There were only a few people in attendance today, mostly elderly folks, as usual. But wait… In the front row, sitting alone, was a large man with long brown hair, tall enough that his head rose over the back of the seat.

Nervous but burning with curiosity, Heather strode down the aisle, to the front of the cinema, and walked over to where he sat.

He was sprawled back in his seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His hair was long and wavy and full, enough to make a lot of women envious. He had big, deep eyes that flicked her way for just a second--and made her freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth was set into a square, strong jaw, but the lips were surprisingly sensual, especially now that curled up in a bemused smile over his perfect white teeth. He had just a little bit of stubble on his cheeks, something that had always driven Heather wild.

He was indeed wearing a long, dark trenchcoat, open at the front. His torso was
magnificent.
Karrie had told her she’d been drooling over it, but Heather really hadn’t expected…
WOW
.

This was a man who was casually strong, his power built up through years of exercise. He wasn’t like one of the gym-bunny or juice-head guys her own age… This was a male animal sure of his potency.

And possibly dangerous, she reminded herself.

He wasn’t exactly hairy, but still… A trail of dark hairs ran across his chest, over his broad pecs, between his tiny, manly nipples. Another line of masculine curls ran down from there to his navel and past it to his waist, bisecting his taut, well-defined abs and disappearing into his tight jeans.

It was like he had a cross of man-hair on his torso, a symbol of testosterone-given virility. She wanted to reach out and touch it, stroke it. And to follow that “happy trail” down into his jeans…

There was an obvious bulge there, on his upper right thigh. Given how big he was, if “everything” was to scale, then…

STOP IT!,
she scolded herself. You’re here to find out who he is, not to go salivating like some dim-witted college girl.

He was eating popcorn. He took a handful of kernels from the cardboard bucket, coated in something that was too yellow and too gloppy to be butter, and munched on it hungrily.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He didn’t seem to understand, and just offered her popcorn, stretching out one of his long, thick arms towards her, his huge hand big enough to cover the bottom of the large-size cardboard bucket.

She reached in tentatively and took a small clump of kernels. The smell was familiar, and when she placed the popcorn in her mouth she confirmed it: mustard. He had drenched the popcorn in mustard.

She swallowed the mouthful with effort. “Yuck,” she said. “You put mustard on your popcorn?” she asked.

He nodded. “Isn’t that a customary garnish? There was a pump right there.”

His voice had a hint of an accent—almost like Spanish, or Italian maybe? His pronunciation of English was excellent, but his choice of words and the rhythm of his speech seemed a bit… off.

“Yeah,” she said, “it’s customary… for the
pretzels.
But popcorn? You aren’t from around here, are you?”

He nodded. “Hmmm… Yes, I apologize for my ignorance. I am a visitor in your city.”

“I think you’re a visitor to this
planet,
aren’t you? What did you put on the projector up there?”

He shrugged and lifted another big handful of popcorn to his mouth, chewing casually and ignoring her.

“Hey,” she said, “I asked you a quest—“

He swallowed loudly and spoke. “It’s a recording and transmission device. I’m trying to preserve what I can of this planet’s art and culture.”

“Preserve?” she asked. “You mean, from the Enpathians?”

He nodded. “Yes, something like that.”

“You’re not working for them?”

He shook his head. “No. Are you?”

The question made anger well up inside her, and she felt her face grow hot. “NO! Not if I can help it. You might have noticed, though, they took over our planet.”

He looked into her eyes now, looked down for a moment, as if… he was sorry? Showing sympathy?

“You’re not going to report me to them, are you?” he asked in a loud whisper.

Heather snorted. “Maybe I should. What would you do, eh?”

He carefully set his popcorn bucket down on the floor…

And the, he was up in a flash. Before Heather could react, he had one thick arm around her waist, and another clamped over her mouth.

She was still stunned as he held her close to him, sitting back down and forcing her into his lap. She was a big girl—none of the guys she’d dated could even lift her—but here she was, lifted as if she’d weighed nothing, held in his lap like a child. She could feel the hardness of his bare chest behind her, and she thought the curls of his chest hair were rubbing against her ponytail.

And he still had his hand over her mouth. She opened her lips and bit down on his palm… And he didn’t react. He tasted slightly sweet, like salt and cinnamon.

“You need to relax,” he told her. “I just want to watch some more of this entertainment projection... um…
movie
, yes
?”

Relax? She snorted angrily through her nose. I’m not your little lap dog, Mister!

She bit down again, harder this time.

He laughed. “That tickles me now. Here. You are hungry, yes?”

He pulled his hand away for a split second, and when she gasped for air, he inserted his thick, meaty thumb into her mouth.

“Gloomph!” she protested around his huge digit. It was humiliating … the thumb was bigger than most of the guys she’d ever gone down on, and as he thrashed it around in her mouth, she felt a strand of drool dripping down her chin.

She bit down again, as hard as she could, expecting to taste blood. He only responded by sliding the thumb out of her mouth and then forcing it back in again, literally “thumb-fucking” her face as she tried to clamp down on the pumping digit with her teeth.

With a “plop” he removed his thumb from her mouth, and suddenly his palm was pressed hard over her lips again.

“You need to relax, lovely one,” he said. “I wish I could trust you, but it would be harmful to have any yelling out, yes?”

She tried wriggling around, see if she could get loose. He held her waist tightly, though, and all she managed to do was to rotate her hips a tiny bit and to rub her ample behind against her captor’s lap.

She felt something poking her down there, sliding against her butt through the fabric of her jeans. Something prodding, long and insistent.

The first thing that came to mind was the time that Heather had held a friend’s pet ball python. The snake had crawled over her, and she remembered feeling the long, powerful tube of the reptile’s body as it inched over her flesh.

This “snake” though—the one belonging to Mr. No-Shirt Alien Guy—was long and hard, but of course it wasn’t slithering along.

The sensation of movement was because it was jerking and growing, becoming turgid and thrusting forward along her thigh as the erection rose to fullness.

My god,
she thought.

How big IS he?   

At first, she was worried that she was having this effect on him. But then, she recalled talking to some male friends who’d gone for lap dances at the local strip club. They’d said they’d been really turned on by all the gyrating and rubbing, but it had only been a tease in the end, and they’d left the place unbearably horny …

Maybe I can make this really uncomfortable for him?,
she thought. She started moving her butt in earnest, working her hips for all they were worth. Let’s see how much of this bootalicious behind he can take …

Of course, it was probably a stupid plan. He was so strong, if he wanted to, he could just have his way with her right there … And why did that thought send a little thrill through her?

This is how stupid women get themselves in trouble, she told herself. Meet some hot guy, no matter how much of a jerk, and your judgment flies out the window… Get a grip, Heather!

She heard him moan as she rubbed his butt on him, then one of his hands slid up over her belly, grabbing and squeezing one heavy, tender boob through the thick cup of her bra. His hand was strong, and it was rough, but…

Dammit, Heather, there is no way in hell that you’re enjoying this!

She swore that she could feel his cock poking into her butt crack through the denim layers of both of their jeans. Then, he thrust his hips forward and the cloth-covered ridge of his massive erection rubbed against her pussy. She shivered, and cursed her body for betraying her. Her panties were becoming uncomfortably damp.

No, this plan of hers was NOT working at all…

“STOP THAT!” he suddenly exclaimed in a commanding voice. “Ahh… I’m almost out of time.”

A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded over her.
Well, that’s that
, she thought.
Maybe he’ll let me go now?

Instead, though, with his hand still over her mouth, he picked her up with his other arm and carried her effortlessly towards the rear emergency exit door of the cinema.

What? He’s abducting me now?

She began to thrash in his grip, trying to escape… But it was no use. She got a glimpse of the movie screen, upon which a giant ape was carrying a struggling maiden off into the jungle…

He elbowed the door open and carried her outside, so that they were facing the street behind the cinema.

The sky was gray and overcast, and it was drizzling, the raindrops cool on her flushed skin. There was a Kawasaki motorcycle parked at the curb nearby, and he strode purposefully towards it.

For an alien, she thought, his mode of transportation is pretty low-tech.

When they reached the motorcycle, he set her down and removed his hand from her mouth.

“Please don’t scream,” he said. “I would be most appreciative, yes? I’ve got to get going, anyway. Back to my ship.” He suddenly looked very serious.

She knew that she SHOULD have screamed, or yelled at him, or asked him what the hell he’d thought he was doing, manhandling her that way…

But, looking up at that gorgeous face with his big brown eyes, all she could think to ask was: “What about your device? The one you put on my projector?”

“Ah,” he nodded. “It will still be transmitting the, umm, movie, yes? To the Preservation Datacore, in deep space. It is a library of sorts… I hoped to preserve a few of your cultural artifacts this way. So far I have albums of the Beatles, plays of Shakespeare, the Kama Sutra, and the complete works of your greatest poet, Doctor Seuss.”