I had few hours in between an early morning and afternoon training
session at the downtown Radisson in St. Louis. I decided that since I
hadn't been up in the Gateway Arch before, it seemed like the thing to
As I walked up to the line to purchase a ticket for the tram, I noticed
a man in a suit, a family of tourists in front of me. I could only see
him from behind but there was no doubt to me that he was a big boy. He
was tall, maybe 6'2" or 6'3" with dark hair. His jacket hugged a nice
roll on along his back and the pleat in the back spread open to reveal
some of his very round behind.
After he purchased his ticket, I caught a glimpse of his profile and
saw that his dark hair matched a tanned complexion and Roman nose. His
cheek looked soft and chubby; if only I could have seen him face to
face. My anxiety heightened when the family in front of me took their
time deciding which package of tickets they wanted to buy.
Finally they cleared out and I quickly bought my ticket, walking
quickly to the line up to get on board the tram to the top. I thought
that if I moved quickly enough, I might catch another glance.
As I walked up to the line, a tour guide asked me how many were in my
party, "Just me," I smiled.
"Please step down to row six, you can share a capsule with the
gentleman down there," she smiled back. A capsule? That sounded scary.
As I walked down the line to row six, I realized the gentleman I would
be sharing a "capsule" with was the big sexy guy I had been admiring
back in the ticket line and my heart jumped in my throat. And then it
started to pound. He was a great looking guy, maybe in his mid to late
20s with Mediterranean good looks and a lovely full middle. I guessed
him to be nearly 300 pounds, but I was hoping that he would unbutton
his coat and show me a little more detail to improve my estimate.
I walked up to him and explained, "They told me I'm with you in the
capsule," with a big smile but no doubt my cheeks were pinker than
pink. He just smiled and nodded. "Do you know what they mean by
capsule?" I asked. Again, he said nothing and shrugged his wide
We awkwardly stood together for a minute when I finally asked him, "Are
you visiting on business too?" Again, he smiled and nodded. But I so
wanted to hear his voice, so I pressed further. "Killing time before a
meeting starts like I am?"
"Basically," he smiled. His voice was husky like the rest of his body.
I stayed quiet for another minute. He didn't have a ring on his finger,
or even a tan line where a ring might regularly sit, but he still
wasn't very social with me either. Maybe he just wasn't interested in
being friendly, or he wasn't interested in me? or gay? Or maybe he was
very shy? I was hoping he was just shy? I can deal with shy.
We silently boarded our capsule and it was smaller than I expected. I
snuck in first, with plenty of room given my small frame. Then my large
travel partner squeezed his way in, spreading out as much as he could
in the small compartment, and to my excitement he unbuttoned his coat.
With a big sigh, his white shirted belly burst through and hung out,
happily resting above his thick upper thighs. His tie seemed to point
downward toward something I knew I wanted.
I averted my eyes before he could catch me coveting his gorgeous body,
but he finally looked me in the eyes, sheepishly smiled and spoke, "I
guess they don't make these for big people, do they?" he lightly
laughed, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. I was even more
"These don't seem comfortable for anyone," I laughed, hoping to make
him more comfortable.
We were silent for about a minute as the capsule began it's climb, and
then I spoke again, "How long are you in town?"
"Just for a couple of days, I'm leaving tonight," he responded. "You?"
"Same here, just tonight and tomorrow night," I smiled. "Where are you
from?" I asked.
"Just outside of Pittsburgh, you?"
"Minneapolis area," I answered, glancing at his sexy round middle,
becoming more excited by his girth. I noticed him looking at my legs
and then caught him eying my breasts. My excitement became pure arousal.
Suddenly we were at the top and I exited the capsule to view the arch.
As I walked up the final steps, I knew he was behind me, so I subtly
slowed a bit to give him a longer view of my behind, hoping he would
enjoy it. I was wearing a pale lavender suit that hugged my smallish
waist and accentuated my round rear.
As we looked out over the city, we exchanged occasional glances and
smiles. He was really a beautiful man. I deliciously imagined he was
one of those suave ripped guys in high school who became shockingly fat
during college. Or maybe he was already adorably fat through
adolescence and all the diets in the world just never worked. Either
way I was captivated by the results.
Again, we boarded the capsule and chatted on the ride down, the sexual
tension rising with each passing second. Finally we reached the bottom
and exited the capsule. He asked me, "Do you still have time to kill?
Would you like to get some coffee or something?" and I smiled, knowing
I could skip the afternoon session without notice.
"I've got a suite at the Radisson if you'd like to have lunch there," I
He agreed and we walked to the hotel. I continued walking past the
lobby restaurant but he paused, "do you mean here?" pointing at the
"No," I smiled, "there's plenty of room in my suite," He seemed a bit
surprised, yet followed me to the elevator and we rode up to the 12th
floor and I led him to my room.
Before he could say anything, I grabbed the room service menu and
ordered us a big, rich lunch and opened up the bottle of red wine that
was included with the suite.
After moving my laptop and papers away from the table in the sitting
room, I sat down near him. We sipped the wine, and he opened up a
little, not quite as shy as he had seemed at first. We chatted about
our respective business trips and the weather. Simple topics. I started
to move closer to him, mesmerized by his full pouty lips and gorgeous
eyes. His commanding size drew me in.
Just then, the knock came at the door. Room service. We started to eat
and once again, I found myself increasingly aroused by how much and how
quickly he ate. He certainly didn't get to his size by eating like a
bird, I mused to myself. How sexy he was, enjoying his meal and licking
"This is a much better lunch than I thought I would have," he chuckled.
"Better than McDonalds?" I laughed.
"Yep," he smiled back, "a LOT better."
He finished his lunch and leaned back, "This is my problem, I travel so
much and get to try so many good foods, it makes it difficult to lose
"You don't need to worry about that," I smiled and stood up, moving
over to the sofa. "Come over and sit next to me," I patted the space
for him to put himself. He did as I asked, heaving himself into the
cushion next to me.
"I bet you'd be more comfortable without your coat and tie," I offered.
Again, he did as I suggested, loosening his tie, removing it, and
taking off his sport coat.
He leaned back again, his button-down shirt showing a little more
button strain from his big lunch.
I looked at him and reached in for the kiss.
He kissed back.
I pulled back and smiled. "You're a very attractive man," I murmured,
gazing into his eyes, then casting my gaze downward over his body.
He looked down at his own body, and back up at me. I started to
unbutton his shirt, one by one, getting closer to the widest part of
his girth, my fingers dancing down his chest, then up over his belly,
and back down to his pants line.
I tugged his shirt out from it's tight tuck in his pants revealing the
detail of his belly button and soft chest mounds encased in a too-tight
under shirt. As I kissed him more, my fingers traced around his tummy,
down to his pants. I boldly pulled the undershirt up, creating a wave
of jiggle that sent throbs rushing between my legs. His gut settled
there in front of him in glorious fashion with sexy love handle
indentations on the sides supporting a soft yet buoyant shape. I
stopped and looked at him. He seemed half afraid and half excited.
"Your body is incredible," I whispered. "I'd love you on top of me…" my
whisper trailed off. He still said nothing, looking almost like a deer
in headlights. But the bulge in his pants indicated he liked the way
things were going.
I stood up to strip for him, unbuttoning my jacket, removing my blouse
and unzipping my skirt, down to my lavender bra and panties. I reached
out my hand to his hand and pulled him to my small curved tummy. He
then guided his own plump hands along my hips and thighs, then clasping
them around my small waist. He stood up, a shirtless, tubby vision from
heaven, and I led him into the bedroom.
I continued to kiss him while we stood by the bed, feeling his soft
back and caressing his fleshy sides. I sat down on the bed and while he
stood in front of me I grabbed his belt to slowly remove the strap from
the loop so my hands could graze along the bottom of his hanging
softness. I lightly yanked the belt from around his waist, and his
middle shook once again. I went in for the button, my hand lifting his
weight a bit to reach it, again moving slowly to just tickle the bottom
of his belly. Unzipping his pants, I then pulled him on top of me.
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