Voodou Barbie

The conversation flowed easily after that. She asked about his apartment, what he missed most about Boston, and teased him again about how blatantly he’d been staring at her back at the stop. Eric laughed, admitting the move had him a little thrown off and that she was impossible to ignore. Kayla’s warm, musical laugh filled the space between them, flirty but relaxed.

A few stops later, she glanced out the window. “This is my stop coming up.” She reached into her small purse, pulled out her phone, and unlocked it. “Look, before I get off… put your number in. We can hang out. You can stop by, I’ll show you the real Little Haiti good spots to eat, where not to go, all that. No more looking lost on buses.”

Eric typed his number in. She called it quickly so hers would save, then stood up as the bus slowed. Her big, round ass was right at eye level for a second, the heavy, plush curves jiggling slightly as she adjusted her shorts.

“Text me, Eric from Boston. Don’t make me wait too long,” she said with a confident smile.

She stepped off the bus, hips swaying with that natural, rhythmic walk. As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk, a couple of guys leaning against a nearby corner store and another sitting on a bench turned their heads in unison. Their eyes locked onto her with unapologetic, lingering stares watching the way her thick, proportionate thighs moved and especially how her big, juicy ass bounced and swayed with every step. One of them muttered something under his breath and nudged his friend, both of them tracking her until she turned the corner.

Kayla didn’t seem to notice or care. She kept walking with the same confident energy, braids swinging, that voluptuous figure commanding attention like it always did in these streets.

Eric stayed seated, watching through the window until the bus pulled away. Her number was already saved in his phone, and the possibilities for his new Miami life suddenly felt a lot more exciting.

The bus ride home felt surreal, like the humid Miami night was wrapping around him tighter than the conversation he’d just had. Eric couldn’t stop replaying it Kayla’s pretty face, that flat stomach, those thick proportionate thighs, and especially the heavy, hypnotic bounce of her massive ass as she stepped off the bus. By the time he got back to his sparsely furnished apartment, his heart was still racing and his cock was half-hard with anticipation.