Cruising Ch. 01

First off, thank you for all the kind comments (and the other ones) on The Camping Trip. It really does inspire me to keep writing. For better or worse I tend to write long pieces in a style that I enjoy and I enjoy reading. Honestly, I read my stuff and I get hard. I figure if that happens I must be doing something right. Now, I really have to apologize for the last chapter of The Camping Trip. I really rushed it and it shows. It could have been much, much better. The lesson I take away from this is to finish writing BEFORE I begin uploading. Anyway, here is my latest "saga". I will attempt to put up a new chapter every day (but no guarantees).

If you are not a fan of BBW's and SSBBW's, please stop reading now. You are not going to like this piece.

Thank you,

Tetris

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I hate cruises. I mean that I dislike them a whole heck of a lot. I despise them. But, I wanted to try something new. I like big women, bigger the better in my opinion. I don't care how old (as long as over legal), how tall, how large or how ugly. I love to fuck big girls. I've been to BBW events before but have been laying off of them for some time now. I was in a relationship for a long time and was staying faithful but now that it's over it's time to enjoy.

I read online about the BBW cruise in February and it got me thinking. There are good things and bad things about these types of events. I contacted a few people I knew and asked about the cruises and I was getting mixed reviews. I decided to go all out and do what I could to make the trip right for me.

First, what I "dislike" about cruising. The people! OK, you're spending $150 a day for the room, is it mandatory that you eat $150 in food a day to balance out the expense? Next, the staff. They are so friendly and try so hard to please it often annoys me. I don't want to limbo, or join the pie eating contest, or have my face painted or caricature done. Leave me the fuck alone! Eating on the ship is a challenge. I don't like standing in lines to fight over food served in troughs. The guy in front of me piles a pound and a half of bacon (net weight after cooking) on top of two Belgian waffles and looks at me saying "I just love the bacon on this ship." No, you are a greedy bastard gorging himself to an early death. Stay away from me. I don't like being stuck on a boat for a day here and a day there for "travel days". Just get me there faster! I want to do something and not cruise line bullshit. Carnival is the "family friendly" cruise line. Translation: kids running amuck with no supervision since the parents are sipping frozen drinks in the sun getting hammered.

What I do like about cruising is that you get on the boat (after fighting the herds), unpack once, and you are good for a week. That is a nice convenience. I'll pay the extra upgrades for better food and service in the upper end restaurants on board, no problem. They do have some nice services. A spa, salon, massages and the like.

I put some planning in and made some calls. First call was to a friend and former playmate of mine, Ronnie (yes, female). Ronnie is about five foot tall and is at least four hundred pounds. She has some of the most impressive breasts I've ever seen much less played with. Big tit lovers constantly hit her up. There are no bras big enough for her. She stuffs them into oversized sports bras or into a tank top. We have only played with each other a handful of times but each experience is very memorable. We always remained friendly but after she met Bob they have been together ever since. At least five years if I remember correctly.

When Ronnie and I did get together it was always on her terms. She always wanted to be in a relationship but every so often she would get the "must get laid" syndrome going and I was on that call list. We would meet up and have explosive sex together. One thing I valued in Ronnie was her experience in the larger lady life. Years ago she held a national office in the largest size acceptance group in the country. She'd been interviewed on TV, radio, the papers and written published pieces all promoting size acceptance. I don't know why but she did not stay in office and backed away from the limelight. She still maintains connections with big girls and their admirers and that is what I was hoping to cash in on.

I emailed Ronnie and asked her to call me privately without Bob around. When we spoke I explained the overall concepts of my plans. I asked if Ronnie had mentioned me to Bob and would it be an issue spending a week together on the ship. Ronnie laughed. No, she had not mentioned me by name but Bob know she had been out having some fun before they met. It wouldn't be an issue but she would enlighten Bob so that he wasn't caught by surprise. I explained the week long cruise, airfare for two round trip, money for cabs, hotels in Miami the day before and after the cruise and a thousand on their room charge account for extras. She was flabbergasted and immediately said yes. After a moment's thought she said she needed to discuss it with Bob and get back to me.

My next call was to Laurie. She was a fuck buddy. A mutual booty call. When we were both outside of a relationship and needed to get relaxed one or the other would initiate an email. The other would respond with a time and place. We would meet and fuck our brains out. We both shared some of the same kinks which made matters even more fun. She is about 12 years younger than I am but that never mattered to either of us. She commented that I had more enthusiasm and energy than some lovers she's had even younger than her. She credits me with teaching her how to deep throat and being able to manage her gag reflex. After I moved out of the area for business for a year she messaged me on how popular she's been due to her new found oral skills. After she explained how after she learned to throat a dick a few of the guys wanted my address to send thank you cards. Laurie was that good.

Laurie was built like a brick. Just a brick. She was square. Her shoulders and feet were the same width. When you looked at her from the side she had the same square dimensions. She did have large boobs but once naked they flattened out against her adding to her squared shape. About four years ago she got the stomach clamping surgery and discovered Zumba. She lost over two hundred pounds. I have not seen her in person since before the surgery, the skin lifts and her exercising her butt off (literally). Monthly she posts photos of her current shape next to 'before' pictures. Over the timeline you can see how much she's lost. She got so into Zumba that she's become an instructor. She is still brick shaped but it is a significantly smaller brick and curves are starting to develop.

Laurie and I hadn't screwed around in over eight years. I approached her on the subject of the cruise. Not knowing her current situation I offered a double cabin either for her alone, her and a friend or her and a guy. She wasn't seeing anyone at the time and wasn't sure about her work schedule but would get back to me. After two days she said that she would like to go by herself, there was no one she wanted to bring with her. Then she brought up the subject about us. Maybe we should share a cabin. Since she broke the ice I was able to break down the next barrier. Explaining that my goal was to jump as many women as possible that I preferred to have a cabin to myself. However, I left the door open for interactions between us. I had plans but I was going to approach them slowly. I made Laurie the same offer and Ronnie. A cabin with a big bed, air fare, cabs and a thousand to charge with her room card. I left out a few significant perks from both Laurie and Ronnie.

Next I booked the trips. We would all meet at Newark airport Saturday morning, fly down to Miami, and take cabs to the hotel in downtown close to the seaport. Sunday morning we would either go by hotel van or cab to the ship. On the way back we arrived Sunday morning, cab back to the same hotel and take a flight back to New Jersey midday on Monday. I was paying all the bills. The only issue that came up was that Ronnie had to work on Monday and wanted to fly out on Sunday afternoon. Bob wanted the extra day but relented to stick with his woman. I booked the flights, cruise and hotels.

Next, I thought we should all meet ahead of time since we'd be traveling companions. I live in northwest New Jersey, Ronnie and Bob (Bob moved in a few years ago) live in the eastern part of central NJ and Laurie is in the south west part of the state. I found a nice restaurant in central NJ and booked us a table.

At the night of the dinner apparently Laurie had arrived first. She sat in her car until she saw me arrive. It took me a moment to recognize her since she was half the size I last saw her. We hugged and gave friendly kisses before going into the restaurant. We were brought to a four top table and Laurie took the seat next to me. We ordered drinks and chatted about life. Ronnie called me saying that they were running late and the GPS said they would be there in 12 minutes. Laurie and I talked and I felt her out asking about current or recent lovers. There had been a few but no one recently. Good news for me. Laurie kept probing me about more details about the trip but I explained that I didn't want to explain twice. Fifteen minutes later Ronnie and Bob arrived and came over to the table. Ronnie yanked me to my feet and gave me a big hug thanking me for bring them alone. I couldn't help it. That much hot flesh pressed against me and I started to get aroused. As we broke apart Ronnie bumped my semi hard prick. After we'd sat down she confirmed it by sliding her hand up my leg under the table and giving me a very unexpected feel. She smiled at me saying, "I still got it." Ronnie is not shy at all.

I was introduced to Bob for the first time. Ronnie explained that it was all Bob's fault that they were late since he drives like an old lady. Bob made eye contact with me and a subtle shake of his head, then looking sideways he stared at Ronnie. In my experience with Ronnie I knew she was not the most punctual of people. I grinned and started liking Bob right away. He was my kind of guy and I was sincerely happy that Ronnie found herself a good one.

Next I introduced Laurie. After ordering drinks, appetizers and entrees I leaned in closer to the table and explained what I was looking for. Plain and simple, I want to fuck and be fucked by as many different big women as possible during the length of the cruise. The two ladies task was to help me as much as possible. They both know what kind of a man I was. Safe, clean, sane, not out to hurt anyone but I was just out to get laid. Because I was well off I was a target of women who wanted me in a relationship so I could take care of them. That wasn't what I was looking for on the cruise.

Ronnie knew a lot of ladies from her time at BBW events and organizations. I asked that she direct a few single ones my way but send them with their eyes open. We meet, we fuck, we leave, end of story. If it was a good time for both, possibly a rematch if we both agree. Laurie was a talker. I knew she could mingle in any social setting. A few words back and forth and she could identify ladies in need of same fun time. I didn't have any worries. Every BBW event I have ever been to has been a nonstop pussy fest. After you are with a couple of women the word gets around. For example, I was in a hotel at a bash and opened the door to let a lady who had just spent an hour naked and rolling around in the bed with me out to the hall while I was wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. The lady gave me a kiss on the cheek as she stepped out into the hall. Immediately she had to side step this tall, heavy librarian looking woman who was barreling her way into my room without an invitation. My lady friend stopped and looked into the room. The librarian pulled off her shorts and was lifting off her shirt without stopping. Once naked she turned around to look at us.

"Do you want to come in or stay out? I don't mind an audience." She asked my friend.

The woman in the hall smiled and walked away.

"Would you mind closing the door, I can get kind of loud." The librarian said.

I closed the door and stepped over to her. "Do I know you?"

"No, but I heard from like five different people that you are a good lay. I hope she didn't tire you out too much 'cause I need it bad." She said.

"Do I have any say in the matter?" I asked.

She stepped over to me and tugged my towel off. "Sure, you can say if you want me to suck your cock or you eat me first."

I never set eyes on this woman before and in ten seconds she was naked in my room. In under a minute she was giving me some really outstanding head. We banged away for almost two hours when we took a break. She was up and dressed in under a minute moving towards the door. I asked for her name but she never said anything. She told me that she was waiting in the hallway outside my room for us to finish and she was fingering herself discreetly waiting to attack me. That's how these BBW bashes are, the women run the show. If they want your dick they will get it. The only real rule is don't touch another woman's man unless you have permission but that doesn't always happen in the heat of the moment. Add on that there is usually at least one orgy room set aside at these events. You go in and ask and you can bang anyone.

So, Bob, Ronnie, Laurie and I hammered out a few details for the trip. I made sure that everyone had current passports and shots. After dinner (which Bob tried to pay for but I refused explaining that he was invited) we broke up and headed out. Bob and Ronnie drove away and I walked Laurie to her car. On the way I approached one delicate subject. I explained that I wanted her to be my first sexual conquest on the boat. After we get aboard and get things organized in our respective cabins I asked if she would come to my room and bang me while the rest of the passengers were boarding. Without a blink she asked, "Just once? I was hoping for a few times."

I explained that I didn't want her to think that she had to, that my offering her this trip was a gift but it would make it special for me with start off the trip with a romp with her. Laurie led me to the back seat of her car and proceeded to give me an excellent blow job right in the restaurant parking lot. Her skills had improved.

Plans progressed and the trip dates approached. Laurie asked if she could spend Friday night before the trip at my house since driving so far could be a problem if there was traffic. Plus we could share a ride from my house to the airport. Laurie left work Friday afternoon, ran home, threw her bags into her car and came up to my house. I asked why didn't she put the bags in Friday morning and she explained that she knew she would forget several things. She went to work on Friday and kept a list of last minutes things to pack. Even though it was a longer trip to leave work, head half an hour south to go home, pack her car and then drive two hours north getting to my house after nine at night. I offered to make her some dinner but she said that she had a sandwich in the car. I helped her bring her bags into my guest room. She opened everything up and started reorganizing her bags. Apparently she stopped off at a department store and a pharmacy on the way here was stuffing last minute things wherever she could find room.

I had a quick thought. I came back in five minutes with a large glass of red wine (her drink of choice) and a large bottle of mouth wash.

"Does by breath stink?" Laurie asked.

"No!" I laughed. "My bags are already closed up. Would you mind carrying this onboard for me please?"

"Sure." Laurie said taking the bottle and making room.

I left Laurie alone as she finished her packing. In my room I had four bags to deal with. First was a backpack with cameras, lenses, chargers, a tripod and a laptop. Next was an overnight bag. I had one set of clothes for dinner, one set of shorts, clothes to wear from the hotel to the boat, toiletries, medications and everything I'd need for a day or more if my other two bags went MIA. Third was a garment bag. I had a tux, a suit, a sports jacket and some other items packed away. The hanger items weren't placed in the bag yet to reduce wrinkling. Last was my big bag. The bulk of my things are stored in here. I can throw my backpack on the overnight bag and the garment bag on top of the big bag and with everything on wheels I can travel through an airport fairly quickly. I actually researched purchasing an old style steamer trunk, the kind that people traveled with in the early 1900's. They are still being made today and are actually becoming fashionable again. It's a large case that stands up. When opened one side has a hanging area for suits and the other side has drawers. In theory you wouldn't need to unpack. However, as I looked into this it wasn't practical for me. Security people would have a field day opening that thing up plus the case itself is over 100 pounds which is already over the aircraft weight limit.

Having a nagging feeling was driving me crazy. Finally I picked up the phone and called Ronnie. Bob picked up. I could hear Ronnie in the background saying, "Where's my this? Where's my that?"

"Bob, is everything all right?" I asked.

"Yeah, just last minute packing bullshit. You know how women are. They have to have three of everything and rarely use one." Bob said.

"Understood. We we'll meet at the gate, right?" I said.

"That might be a problem since you have the plane tickets." Bob said.

"Oh shit! Sorry, I wasn't thinking." I replied mentally kicking my own ass.

We made arrangements to meet outside the terminal in front of the airline we were using.

"Ronnie wanted me to ask, are you going to reimburse us for the cab when we get to the airport?" Bob asked.

Another stumble. "Oh, sorry. Yes. I meant to give everyone the taxi money at dinner but I was having so much fun I forgot."

Bob lowered his voice, "Listen, if this is some elaborate fuck job against Ronnie I will take it very personally. We have not seen any tickets, reservations, itineraries, nothing. If we get to the airport spending our own money, using our vacation time and you don't show up I will make it my mission to fuck with you." Bob said seriously.

I was stunned but Bob did have a point. They were working totally on faith. I never once thought of sending them their tickets, emailing them any documentation, nothing. The control freak that I am likes to keep everything organized and in one place.

"Bob, you are absolutely right but you don't know me very well. I am an honorable man. Ronnie trusts me, you trust her and we will be fine. I will be there and I will hand over all your paperwork as soon as it's reasonable." I replied.

"Reasonable?" Bob inquired.

"Jesus Bob, lighten up. I meant like once we get inside the terminal. It's windy there. I for one don't want to have to run around picking up things that have blown away." I said feeling frustrated.

"All right. One more thing. Ronnie told me that you popped some wood when you hugged her at dinner. You do realize that she's off limits, even if you are paying for the trip. Right?" Bob asked seriously.

Bob's net worth was quickly loosing points in my book. I'm usually not wrong at first impressions but I think I made an error when I met Bob.

"Bob, as far as I'm concerned you and Ronnie are married. I don't mess with married woman, period. Yes, when *Ronnie hugged me* I got excited but Ronnie always had that effect on me. She's the one who reached under the table to feel me up to confirm that fact."

"You do realize that I am just fucking with you, right?" Bob said cheerfully.