Though the restaurant was filling up quickly, you still weren’t particularly concerned with how the situation was going. Twiddling your thumbs and pacing around the empty table, you waited for Chelsea to return from the bathroom and Sadie to come back with your meal. Your mouth was already watering at the thought of your delicious food, and the chance to spend some quality time with your awesome, beautiful dormmate.
It was actually by pure coincidence that you happened to glance over near the front desk of the restaurant at the exact moment that the receptionist was chatting with a group of three voluptuous sorority sisters. Mildly intrigued by the eye-catching appearances of the three girls, your heart jumped up into your throat as the receptionist gestured over to your booth with a big smile, and the three girls began strolling over your way. Having thought your booth was empty, the worker had given your table over!
Panicking, you calmed yourself down by reassuring your mind that this was a simple and easily fixable solution. Taking several deep breaths, you walked closer to the edge of the table and cleared your throat, preparing to address the girls as soon as they arrived. All you needed to do was explain what had happened, and everything would work out. Chelsea might even come back before things became more hectic.
The girl in front, and the girl who appeared to be the de-facto leader of their little group, was a busty blonde with short styled hair and almost glimmering white skin. Her stringy crop-top left nothing to the imagination, her boobs seeming to have a mind of their own as they bounced and swayed with her steps. Her behind was nothing to scoff at either, hugged tight in red booty shorts.
Hanging right behind her was a gorgeous, darkly tanned girl with wavy brown hair flowing past her shoulders. Her boobs were held tight by a compression sports bra, and her ensemble was completed by micro compression shorts as well. Her ass was massive, easily viewable even from the front, and her thick, toned thighs glistened with a thin layer of sweat. She must’ve come from a workout.
The last girl lingered a bit, and absentmindedly twirled a strand of her strawberry blonde hair. Freckles lightly dotted her cheeks, and adorable pink glasses made her eyes pop. Though timid appearing in nature, you could hardly believe your eyes at the size of her breasts, ludicrously large orbs of flesh straining against the fabric of her tight t-shirt and stretching the logo to comedic proportions.
The lead blonde reached the table, though her eyes clearly hadn’t locked onto you yet. Raising your hand and beginning to speak, you were cut off by the girl abruptly spinning on her heel to face her friends, presenting her amply sized rear to your face.
“Like, who is sitting where?” She asked, an almost stereotypically college-girl accent to her speech.
“¿De verdad?” The darkly tanned beauty asked, smiling. “Does it matter where we sit, Leslie? Quiero decir, even May doesn’t care.” The Hispanic angel gestured to the shy girl, who nodded meekly.
“I mean, I, like, guess not Helena. Whatever.” Leslie shrugged, leaning onto the table.
Leslie kept talking, but you didn’t catch a word, as what unfolded next enraptured your full attention and panic. By leaning back, Leslie was letting her hefty rear end spill onto the edge of the table, right where you were standing. Screams falling on deaf ears, you ran to the side, just barely avoiding Leslie’s meteoric ass crashing onto the table with an audible slap.
Sadly, your desperate jump led you right off the table, and down onto the seat below. Impacting slightly from the fall, you groaned and tried to reform, weakly looking up. Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the full moon of Helena’s ass filled your entire vision. Beautifully bronzed and globe-sized ass cheeks hovered above you like a full moon as the Hispanic goddess moved to sit down atop you.
Scrambling away, you flipped yourself off the edge of the seat at the last second, banging against the giantess’ meaty thigh before collapsing in a lump on the hard wood floor of the restaurant. In front of you, Helena slid to the back of the booth, allowing space for the buxom shy girl, May, to sit beside her. It dawned on you then that your frantic scenario wasn’t at an end quite yet, as May’s sparkly flip-flop steamrolled across the floor right towards you.
A startled screech left your lips as you backpedaled along the floor in a last-ditch effort. A second too late, the girl’s flip-flop rolled over your legs, squashing them flat but thankfully not sticking you to them. Peeling your crushed appendages free, you scrambled to your feet and carefully observed your surroundings, finally catching your breath.
Helena and May were in front of you, the timid girl’s painted toenails dancing across her flip-flops, and Helena’s worn running sneakers smelling a bit rank. Behind you, Leslie’s manicured toes curled and uncurled in her open toed designer high heels. You grimaced, watching Leslie’s heel grind into Chelsea’s purse, tearing a hole in the side. The three new girls hadn’t even noticed Chelsea’s bag on the floor, and probably passed it off as more hay and sticks scattered on the ground.
You had a hard choice before you now. You could try to get the attention of one of these three girls, but who knew how well that would go over? All of them scared you in their own distinct way, whether it was their personalities, their risqué attire, or their prodigious assets. The only other choice would be to scamper off the bathroom and see what was taking Chelsea so long. She would surely help you vacate these girls from your table.
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