NANCY AND PETE
Nancy saw his personal ad on a dating website. “Big Hearted Big Guy Searching.” She scanned over the description a few times and then took a good look at his picture. He had broad shoulders, a cute smile and dark brown eyes. But what she really wanted to see was him in person. Sometimes pictures were deceiving. She looked over the picture one more time, and she could see his round belly pushing his shirt a little bit, but it looked like he was trying to hide its true roundness. She went ahead and bit the bullet; she had to contact him! He was only a few miles from where she lived.
It took a few days before he answered, and even then it was a few cryptic one liners. She had to know more about him so she was persistent. She even sent him one of those silly getting to know you surveys that people love to send out. She gained a little more insight, but, still, he didn't send any more pictures; she began to feel a bit frightened that maybe he wasn't as confident as he should be. Many times big men just don't have the confidence they should have. Nothing is sexier than a guy with a confident stride and a round protruding belly, waiting for someone to come up and caress.
Through their slight emailing she found out that he used to be into power lifting, which was one of her favorite sports to watch on TV. All those guys had nice broad shoulders, rounded tight buttocks and a cute pot belly. She really liked fantasizing about going home with one of them, feeding them, taking them to bed, and riding them so that she could feel their belly and watch their eyes as she brought them to orgasm. Or instead of riding them, she really enjoyed fantasizing about teasing them, making their cocks as hard as possible, and them putting it between her tits and sucking their dicks till they exploded in ecstasy.
Nancy was 5'6” 145 lbs with killer curves. She sported a DD cup bra and her nipples looked like half dollars with a marble set in the middle. She always liked wearing low cut tops so that every guy could take a good look at her cleavage. But what they didn't notice is when they stopped to stare, they usually stopped sucking in their guts; when she saw the roundness of their bellies show, she could feel her nipples tingle as they rubbed against the inside of her t-shirt and then come to full attention. She got more than her share of wolf calls, but the only ones that interested her were the quiet pudgy guys who just looked. She couldn't get enough of them. But now, she was getting older, just turned 30, and was ready to find just one quiet pudgy guy to have sex with every night.
Finally, a breakthrough as her “Big Hearted Big Guy,” Pete, gave her his telephone number. She wanted to rush to the phone right away and call him, but she waited a day before trying it. She got his voicemail. She left him a message with her number. Hoping that he'd call her soon, but she had no such luck. She waited a few more days, tried again, but just voicemail again. He had a deep voice; she could just imagine him moaning her name. She left Pete another message, hoping again for him to contact her. She got an email from him saying that he's been unusually busy at work, and when would be a good time to contact her. She told him to try her after 6 on most week nights.
It was Thursday night, the phone rang, Nancy's heart leap up into her throat, she checked the caller ID and sure enough it was Pete. She did best to calmly answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Hi, can I speak to Nancy?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Pete, you know, from the dating site…”
“Hey, Pete, how are you?”
“Doing just fine, I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. I've just been having a busier period at work. So you, ummm, you're, uhhh, really interested in me, eh? If you don't mind me asking - why?” As Pete asked the question, Nancy was unsure of how she should reply.
“Well, Pete, you and I have a lot of things in common; you're not from a foreign country like many others on the site, and, well, you truthfully look pretty hot to me.”
“Me? Sorry but I've not had many people say I'm hot. I guess I'm kinda self conscious about the hair thing.”
“Hair thing? What hair thing? “ She couldn't remember much about his hair, her whole attention was based everywhere else, his eyes, his shoulders, his belly.
“Come on, you can tell I'm losing it a lot up top.”
“You are? Well, I guess I couldn't get past the warm eyes and charming smile.”
“If you say so! Well, I saw your picture, too, is that really you? Or is it a pic of someone else?”
“Nope, that's me! Well, except you do realize my hair is not naturally red, and I do change colors pretty often. Sometimes I go back to my roots, at least until the grey comes back! “ She couldn't help but chuckle at that one. Here they were talking about hair; she couldn't help but feel that they were both avoiding something.
“Fair enough. You look pretty cute yourself; actually, you look really hot in that picture. That's why I've been so hesitant. I have to be up front about something. The picture I have in the ad, that was taken a little over a year ago. I was around 300 lbs then. But now, well I've packed on a little bit more, well, not really a little bit, about 50 more. So I guess I'm a little bigger now than I was in that pic. I'm working on losing it; it's just with work and stuff I haven't had the time to work out like I used to.
Nancy couldn't believe her ears - 50 lbs more - she started to tingle with excitement, in her minds eye the majority of that weight went right to his belly. She imagined him looking like a broad shouldered man hiding a half of a large beach ball under his shirt. Well, at least now she had an image to go to bed with. She unknowingly let out a soft moan.
“Nancy? Are you ok?”
“Me, I'm fine, I was just trying to picture what you look like now. Do you like coffee?”
“Sometimes, why?”
“I'd love to meet you up at a coffee shop for a cup. I would love to see those dark brown eyes in person.”
“When? Like tonight?”
“If you're free, I'm free.”
“Well, alright, why don't I come to your neck of the woods, do you know Java Jim's up on Main Street?”
“Sure do!”
“Ok, what time do you want to meet up there?”
“How about in an hour, so that'd be…ummm..7:30?”
“Ok, I'll meet you there, now is your hair still red?”
“Yep, red as it was in the pic, but right now it's curly; I didn't want to fight the humidity.”
“Ok, so I'll be looking for the little red haired girl.” He laughed.
“Yeah yeah yeah, well, I'll see you in a little bit, Charlie Brown!”
She got of the phone and couldn't believe the breakthrough she had. She went straight from the phone to the shower. While in the shower, her mind wandered to the picture of him and she painted on the extra 50 lbs. She made his face a little softer, but other than that, she added it all to his belly. There he stood in her mind, arms on the side, smiling, with his rounded belly. She felt tingly again; while the hot water ran over her back and down her bare breasts, she ran her hands along her body, soaping up everywhere. She took her large, soft yet firm breasts into her own hands and closed her eyes. She thought of him, of his mouth, his lips sucking on her nipples, his teeth slightly grazing them. She slid her soapy hands over her stomach, down between her legs; she reached her clit and slowly began to massage it. Thinking it was his tongue. She wanted to spread warm chocolate onto her clean shaved pussy and have him lick it off; she'd make sure she'd have a whole lot right there by her clit, so he'd have to work to get it all off. Finally, she felt herself give way to a great wave of orgasm. Better than she'd had in a long time, she turned off the water and stood with her back against the shower wall for a few minutes to regroup.
Then she quickly got out of the shower and got ready to go. She had taken much longer in the shower than she had planned so she had less time to get ready to meet Pete.