A blackstreetbbw.com candid camera story.
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Remember my recent rants [original rant]on how it seems like the best bbws are always on thier way out so much more often then they’re on thier way in? Well, for once, I so totally got exactly what I always wanted and so totally blew it!
I was outside on my bike on a perfect day and saw an ssbbw across the street at the pharmacy with her dress blowing nicely around her figure in the warm wind wind as she was getting a powerchair off of a rack on the back of a van, most likely for an older, bigger ssbbw. I stared at her from across the open, traffic-free street, wondering if a woman like that would be worth my precious dying rechargeable battery life, and what kind of [most likely a]woman she could be helping out. As she brought the powerchair around, I decided that she wasn’t worth it, the traffic started coming, and the woman she was helping was poised to get out into the waiting chair. Just to make sure that I didn’t turn that choice- one I wasn’t supposed to make, because this is 2009– into one I’d regret, I made a special effort to turn my head as the bigger woman prepared to get out of the car so I’d never know what I was missing. Guess what? It looks like my bbw detection power has finally reached level 99, so I have eyes in the back of my head that allow me to detect big women and security guards even when my head is turned. Pretty soon I’ll be able to see ’em with my eyes shut, kind of like blind men looking for bbw must be able to do. A regular woman would’ve done nothing to me, but when that woman got out of that car, my spider sense went crazy, and my head involuntarily whirled around just in time to catch the ass of the month coming out of that van and I was like “FUCK!!! DAMN!!! And here I am across the street when I should be over there taping that event!” That bulging thing was sticking out for real.
It took longer than I wanted, but I made it to the median. Standing there halfway across the street, I looked at my target woman. There she was, adjusting her position to settle her big ass into that powerchair. With a woman that size in it, that device must really put the ‘power’ in powerchair! Watching her get settled in was a sight to behold- at least to me anyway. You’ll never get to see it because I was out of range, but at least you’ll get to see grandma here when she finally ends up on blackstreetbbw.com. With her being so big, even when she lifted herself up to shift, her booty fat just hung down, so it never stopped making contact with her seat. She was lifting her bones and the rest of her frame up, but she couldn’t get that ass up, so she just had to settle and work her settling with that. There was so much traffic coming by this point that she was inside the pharmacy by the time I got across the street. Of course, when I was being an idiot the street was as clear as the sky that day was. At least you get to see her getting into the car in the end, but not like I wanted you to, because the first woman- that one that was supposed to be the ‘sign woman’ that brought me over and in for the kill- was standing in the way then and a man from the store had the other angle covered, so I couldn’t even really see, let alone my little candid cam. From what I could tell, she had to hold onto the open car door to get up, then she had to turn to the side and stick her butt up a little to get the rear of that big rump over the seat some, then she backed up, hoisted her left leg up, then hefted her huge peary bulk over and in. Gotta love ssbbws. They trult can make something as mundane as getting into the front passenger seat of a minivan into a spectacle!
What’s really fucked up about all this (assuming you don’t think I’m what’s fucked up for wanting to do what I just did) is that that’s really a once in a few years experience. Tracking a woman like that to see her getting into her vehicle is one thing, but to see her get out- the part where I’d’ve had the clear shot had I been prepared- you just have to be there at just the right time. It’s not like with her getting back in where you know it’s coming if you wait long enough. Speaking of waiting- I waited a long time to get that weak but fascinating ending, but I’ll tell you that story in my long-way-off upcoming video description.
Now imagine how good that story would’ve sounded if I’d done that video how I should have, rather than in a manner that’d’ve left me leaving there practically ashamed (Don’t say anything if you think I should be ashamed of myself for videotaping old women with huge spreading behinds that have to keep one armrest up to get into thier powerchair seats), and if I were a better wordsmith.
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A blackstreetbbw.com candid camera story.