I'm in Disney World with my family. My brother, his wife, my niece, and my mother decide to stay until one of the parks closes to see the fireworks. I take a bus back to the hotel alone. I've seen fireworks before and I want to have some relaxation time. Besides it is 5:00 PM now and the fireworks do not start until 9:00 PM.
I get in line at the resort bus waiting area and there he is again-that man from about four rooms down the hall. (Well it's not really a hall because all the rooms open to the outside, but what else would you call it?) He is a strange man. When he looks at me I feel like he's assessing me. He stares unabashedly. This isn't the first time I have caught the strange man looking at me. Now that I'm alone, I feel like I'm being hunted.
Mr. Staring Problem isn't classically handsome, but he is built like a freight train. He has rippling muscles underneath a tank top and swim shorts. The shorts are a bright neon orange and two sizes too tight. I can see the outline of his huge cock laying against his leg. His wife-beater shows off his too-large arms that are tattooed with a dreamcatcher and a howling wolf.
I stand in wonder why this man is paying so much attention to me. I'm kind of sweaty from walking all day with my family. My cotton skirt and panties are sticking to me a little. I'm a very big girl, which is another reason why it surprises me that I'm garnering so much attention. I do have great tits though. My Mickey blouse barely contains my girls.
I'm at the back of the line, so when I get on the bus there are no seats left. I am left scrunched up against an elderly lady with too many bags. It's standing room only, so it looks like we are holding onto those straps that come out of the ceiling for the entire ride. I can hear some dude from Israel commenting on how wide my ass is. If he has a problem with it he can fuck off.
Mr. Staring Problem sees that the old lady can barely reach the loops, and decides to be chivalrous. They make a polite exchange of words and switch places. Now Mr. Staring Problem is invading my personal space. He looks at me and smiles, "Nice day." I mumble something in response and look away. He is standing too close. I can feel the heat from his body. I can feel his body shaking a little—almost like he is holding in laughter.
The bus shakes and rumbles on the way back to the hotel. I find it difficult to keep my balance. I stumble slightly and Mr. Staring Problem decides to catch me by my left breast. He squeezes hard before he lets go of me. "Be more careful," he says, as his hand snakes up my arm to wrap my wrist in loop hanging from the ceiling. I'm mortified. I look around to see if anyone saw the exchange. My breast feels like there will be a handprint on it tomorrow.
I look back up at him, and it seems Mr. Staring Problem has begun to ignore me. Good. Our stop is next. I'll just get off the bus and forget about this.
When we got off the bus, everybody, including Mr. Staring Problem was going through the cafeteria/gift shop to get back to their rooms. I decided I didn't want all the noise and florescent lights, so I went around the building where the Disney Crew were trimming tall bushes and using large machines to do landscaping. All the workers had gone home for the day apparently. The machines had been left out for tomorrow.
I'm in no hurry to get back to my room. In fact, I can see the room from where I'm standing by this industrial lawn mower. It's nice just being away from all the people.
I hear him a heartbeat before I feel him wrap his hand around my mouth and nose. His other hand goes to the junction between my thighs and brings his erection hard against my backside. I struggle but can't breathe. I try to remember my karate classes from when I was a child, but they never taught me how to handle a behemoth with a raging hard-on. I struggle, kick, and let out muffled screams. However, that only seems to reduce my precious supply of air, and excite him more. When I feel like I'm about to pass out he says, "I will let you breathe again, only, if we agree to one thing-you won't scream." I nod my head quickly. "Good girl," he purred.
I could tell by his voice that this was definitely Mr. Staring Problem, even though I hadn't laid eyes on him yet. He removes his hand from my nose but keeps it over my mouth. His other hand drops my skirt and panties to the ground. My shirt has an elastic neckline, so he pulls it down underneath my tits. He does the same with my bra. I am basically naked where anyone could walk by. I am not going to scream and call attention to myself now. I might still get away though.
I look for ways to escape. My room is just right there. I can see it. I can hear kids playing in the pool nearby. I don't want to go into public in my present state of undress. I decide to make a break for my room. I bring my hand back and grab Mr. Staring Problem's crotch hard and twist. He lets out a grunt and releases me. I begin to run as fast as I can while holding my tits so they don't bounce everywhere.
He catches me within a few feet and slaps me hard across the face. I'm in shock now. Mr. Staring Problem says, "I'll have to punish you later for that bitch." Then he grabs me, and drags me back to the industrial lawnmower.
I begin to sniffle. Mr. Staring Problem laughs loudly. Tears of embarrassment begin to flow down my face. He takes his hand away from my arm where he is holding me, and turns me around. He uses his tongue to lick all of the salty tears from my face. At the same time, he thrusts his fingers into my pussy. He finds it dripping wet. "Now see this tells me you like me at least a little, don't you Sweetie," he almost sang with a saccharine voice.
