Ugh, fine...

His hands in his longcoat's pockets, Robin shrugged and nodded.

"Yay!" She jumped, causing those massive tits to lag behind on the way up, then rebound up on the way down, then recoil up as she landed. Shit, those were dangerous... "Follow me!"

Matilda grabbed the novelist's arm, causing him to stiffen at the contact. She pulled him along to the left side of the lobby, to the door in the back and into the hallway.

Robin ran his other hand over his face. This crazy girl would be the **** of him, he was sure. Already she was forcing him way out of his comfort zone. Though now that he was behind her, he couldn't deny it... That was a seriously thick ass and some nicely wide, childbearing hips. She wasn't anywhere close to thin, but... Damn. Dem curves, doe. And he could even see her tits from behind her, they were so stupid huge.

She pulled him into the Lake Shore restaurant, an in-hotel dining environment. Recognizing her as the innkeeper's granddaughter, a waiter waved at the two.

"Matilda! You're back!" he called over, running to the entrance. The restaurant didn't look to have any customers.

"Sure am! Good to be back, in fact!" she said, grinning. "Mind settin' us up with a table for two?"

"Oh? Who's the lucky guy?" the waiter asked, smiling at the brooding man with his hands in his pockets next to the sunny co-ed.

"This's Mr. Carter!" Wait, how'd she- Oh, right, she heard the innkeeper call him that. "He helped me out outside! Thought I'd treat 'em to some cookin'!"

"Well then, have a seat by the screen door so you can have a view!"

"Awful kind a ya!" How so? There was no one else here... Not like he was busy or it was packed.

Groaning, Robin followed the waiter and Matilda to a table by the screen door, taking a seat opposite the southern belle. The novelist sat with his hands in his coat's pockets, slouching a bit, while the girl across from him had her arms on the table... and her tits, too. Damn, they were so huge, she could rest them on the table. And the way she was leaning forward, interest on her face, he could see down her deep cleavage...

With only the thin, skimpy tank top on, her breasts were spilling out onto the tabletop. Shit, that cleavage must've been a foot long and a foot deep... She brought her hands over her mouth, giving Robin a playful smile and meaningful look. What? Did he have something on his face?