~BBW, flirtation, imagery– Lust at first sight during Happy Hour
We first met, strangely enough, at a bar. It must have been fate, as I don't usually like to go to bars. On that occasion, though, I was there to console a friend from work who had been passed up for a promotion. After I'd offered to buy him "all the drinks he could drink" in an effort to help put the disappointment out of his mind, my fate for the rest of the evening was sealed...
Securing our first round of drinks, we headed out to the patio carrying plates full of "happy hour food," stuff like nacho chips, little tiny bean burritos, celery, carrots, and radishes. My friend, Frank, selected a table and sat down. I sat across from him, then immediately found myself looking right into the eyes of the sexiest, most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
I must have been pretty obvious, because Frank immediately turned around to see who I was looking at. He was none too subtle, either, which alerted the woman to my staring. Blushing, I quickly turned away, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, but I thought I saw the barest hint of a smile dance across her adorable face. Trying hard to act natural, I continued watching her out of the corner of my eye periodically when I thought she wasn't looking. I tried not to be too obvious, but I really couldn't help myself.
The very first thing that I noticed about her was her skin. It was wonderfully white and looked incredibly smooth. I'll admit that a nice tan can be very attractive, but there is something about nice, smooth, creamy white skin that has always been a passion of mine. I also happen to think that brunettes are the sexiest women, and her shoulder length brown hair looked simply incredible hanging down and contrasting sharply against the white skin on her face and arms.
She was wearing a white, silky top that added to the contrast and looked simply amazing on her. Her eyes were a deep, sexy brown color, and her full lips were a marvelous shade of bright red. From where I was sitting, I wasn't able to spot any makeup on her, just a warm, natural beauty that emanated from her. I couldn't help watching her, practically staring at her, as she and her friend, a skinny blond that Frank was drooling over, laughed and talked conspiratorially with each other.
The way she was sitting at the table, I couldn't see the rest of her body, but I guessed that she weighed at least 220 pounds, and probably more. When it comes to "big" women, I have a tendency to underestimate their weight, which always comes as a pleasant surprise later on when (if) I'm allowed to know their real weight. The only women I am ever attracted to are fat, and she was the sexiest and hottest woman I'd ever seen, although I'm sure that most "normal" guys would probably have never given her the time of day. Her face was knockout beautiful and had a sexy rounded look from the extra weight on it, and the white flesh of her arms jiggled sexily as she gestured while talking with her friend.
My heart sank as she and her friend both stood up and walked inside. I wondered if they had left for good, but it was also my first view of her magnificent body. It was perfect. I realized that my earlier guess HAD been on the low side. I guessed she was closer to 250, and probably more, but more importantly, not a pound was out of place. She was the most perfectly shaped woman I'd ever laid eyes on. After what felt like an eternity while I debated if I should run after her and try to get her phone number, she reappeared with her friend. They were both carrying plates of happy hour food. I heaved a sigh of relief, and vowed not to let her out of my sight again until I'd spoken with her.
My thoughts were interrupted though, as out of the corner of my eye, I saw her moving again. Glancing back in her direction, I looked at her just in time to see one of those little burritos entering her gorgeous mouth. I actually saw her tongue dart out underneath it, as if to coax it further in, and with a deft push with one of her fingers, she slid the burrito into her mouth whole and began chewing. It must have been just little bigger of a bite than she thought, as I saw her cheeks bulge a little bit as she began eating. I couldn't believe it, but the flesh on her face actually jiggled a tiny bit while she ate her food. I was in heaven.
Just as she was about to eat another burrito, she glanced in my direction and caught me red-handed staring at her. I blushed but didn't turn away, and then she smiled. Her eyes twinkled, and as I watched, unable to take my eyes off of her, she put the second burrito in her mouth and began chewing, never taking her eyes off of mine.
It was then that Frank decided to leave. I belatedly realized that I was being quite rude to him, but he was very understanding. He knew about my passion for big women, and he knew I'd be miserable if I didn't at least talk to this wonderful woman I'd found. I apologized as he left, promising to make it up to him.
Turning back to check on the woman, I was startled to see that her friend was gone, too. (It was only later that I learned that Frank and her had met in the lobby on their way out and had gone together to another bar for the rest of the evening, but that is another story.) The fat woman and I were both sitting alone now, trying to watch each other without looking like we were watching each other. It was now or never.
Walking over to her table, I nervously broke the ice. "My friend had to leave," I fibbed. "May I join you?" It was lame, I hated saying it, and I'm sure I sounded terrified, after all, I didn't usually do things like this, especially in bars, but it was the best I could think of at the moment.
She smiled and said, "I seem to be in the same situation. Please, join me."
I sat next to her, accidentally brushing against her arm as I did so. A jolt of electricity shot through me; she felt as wonderful as she looked. I introduced myself and learned that her name was Jacci, "spelled J-a-c-c-i," she added. I grinned and said something silly about the unusual spelling, and she laughed. She liked my jokes!
I ordered another round of drinks for us, a strawberry daiquiri for her with whipped cream on top, and another margarita for me. Since her plate was empty now, I offered to get her another tray of food. Still chewing her last mouthful of food, she just smiled and nodded.
Returning to the table, we began to talk, getting to know each other. Her voice was wonderful, just like everything else about her. She worked at a major local company and had been employed for 13 years. She was now thirty-five. I looked shocked at that, and assured her she didn't look a day over 28 (and she didn't, either). While she was eating, it was my turn to tell her about me, and getting a little carried away with how good I was feeling, I think I started to gab a little too much.
Before long, we realized that we'd been there drinking and chatting for almost two hours, and that neither one of us really wanted anything else to drink or eat. We decided to leave and I asked her for her phone number, which she gave to me, and then she wanted mine. I walked her out to the parking lot, and then she asked me how I was getting home. I told her that Frank had left with the car, but that I'd call for a cab or something. "Nonsense," she said. "I'm taking you home." I didn't put up much of a fight.
We got in the car. She turned to me and said, "You know. I really enjoyed tonight. I'm so glad we met." I started to reply, but then, somehow, we were kissing. It was the perfect kiss. Her lips felt electric against mine, not pressing too hard or too soft. Very slowly, she slid her lips over mine, the most sensuous thing I'd ever felt, and then I felt her tongue run along my upper lip. I think I involuntarily moaned right into her mouth then, and then my tongue found hers.
After five wonderful minutes of this heaven, we broke our kiss, both of us practically panting. "I guess I'd better get you home," she grinned.
Before I knew it, we were parked in my driveway and she turned the engine off. We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments, and then she said, "Well. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
I responded with a kiss, this time much harder and more passionate than the first, and it was just as wonderful. Her tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, probing forcefully as her lips ground against mine. Suddenly, I felt her hand rubbing me on my chest through my shirt and I gasped. Breaking the kiss, I hugged her tightly to me and whispered in her ear, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I know it sounded corny, but it was true.
"You mean I'm not too fat for you?" she asked.
"Oh no! You are gorgeous. You are perfect, I really mean it."
She almost seemed surprised at my response, but she didn't fight it. "Take me inside," she said.
Jacci
By Anonymous
We first met, strangely enough, at a bar. It must have been fate, as I don't usually like to go to bars. On that occasion, though, I was there to console a friend from work who had been passed up for a promotion. After I'd offered to buy him "all the drinks he could drink" in an effort to help put the disappointment out of his mind, my fate for the rest of the evening was sealed...
Securing our first round of drinks, we headed out to the patio carrying plates full of "happy hour food," stuff like nacho chips, little tiny bean burritos, celery, carrots, and radishes.
My friend, Frank, selected a table and sat down. I sat across from him, then immediately found myself looking right into the eyes of the sexiest, most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I must have been pretty obvious, because Frank immediately turned around to see who I was looking at. He was none too subtle, either, which alerted the woman to my staring. Blushing, I quickly turned away, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, but I thought I saw the barest hint of a smile dance across her adorable face. Trying hard to act natural, I continued watching her out of the corner of my eye periodically when I thought she wasn't looking. I tried not to be too obvious, but I really couldn't help myself.
The very first thing that I noticed about her was her skin. It was wonderfully white and looked incredibly smooth. I'll admit that a nice tan can be very attractive, but there is something about nice, smooth, creamy white skin that has always been a passion of mine. I also happen to think that brunettes are the sexiest women, and her shoulder length brown hair looked simply incredible hanging down and contrasting sharply against the white skin on her face and arms.
She was wearing a white, silky top that added to the contrast and looked simply amazing on her. Her eyes were a deep, sexy brown color, and her full lips were a marvelous shade of bright red. From where I was sitting, I wasn't able to spot any makeup on her, just a warm, natural beauty that emanated from her. I couldn't help watching her, practically staring at her, as she and her friend, a skinny blond that Frank was drooling over, laughed and talked conspiratorially with each other.
The way she was sitting at the table, I couldn't see the rest of her body, but I guessed that she weighed at least 220 pounds, and probably more. When it comes to "big" women, I have a tendency to underestimate their weight, which always comes as a pleasant surprise later on when (if) I'm allowed to know their real weight. The only women I am ever attracted to are fat, and she was the sexiest and hottest woman I'd ever seen, although I'm sure that most "normal" guys would probably have never given her the time of day. Her face was knockout beautiful and had a sexy rounded look from the extra weight on it, and the white flesh of her arms jiggled sexily as she gestured while talking with her friend.
My heart sank as she and her friend both stood up and walked inside. I wondered if they had left for good, but it was also my first view of her magnificent body. It was perfect. I realized that my earlier guess HAD been on the low side. I guessed she was closer to 250, and probably more, but more importantly, not a pound was out of place. She was the most perfectly shaped woman I'd ever laid eyes on. After what felt like an eternity while I debated if I should run after her and try to get her phone number, she reappeared with her friend. They were both carrying plates of happy hour food. I heaved a sigh of relief, and vowed not to let her out of my sight again until I'd spoken with her.
My thoughts were interrupted though, as out of the corner of my eye, I saw her moving again. Glancing back in her direction, I looked at her just in time to see one of those little burritos entering her gorgeous mouth. I actually saw her tongue dart out underneath it, as if to coax it further in, and with a deft push with one of her fingers, she slid the burrito into her mouth whole and began chewing. It must have been just little bigger of a bite than she thought, as I saw her cheeks bulge a little bit as she began eating. I couldn't believe it, but the flesh on her face actually jiggled a tiny bit while she ate her food. I was in heaven.
Just as she was about to eat another burrito, she glanced in my direction and caught me red-handed staring at her. I blushed but didn't turn away, and then she smiled. Her eyes twinkled, and as I watched, unable to take my eyes off of her, she put the second burrito in her mouth and began chewing, never taking her eyes off of mine.
It was then that Frank decided to leave. I belatedly realized that I was being quite rude to him, but he was very understanding. He knew about my passion for big women, and he knew I'd be miserable if I didn't at least talk to this wonderful woman I'd found. I apologized as he left, promising to make it up to him.
Turning back to check on the woman, I was startled to see that her friend was gone, too. (It was only later that I learned that Frank and her had met in the lobby on their way out and had gone together to another bar for the rest of the evening, but that is another story.) The fat woman and I were both sitting alone now, trying to watch each other without looking like we were watching each other. It was now or never.
Walking over to her table, I nervously broke the ice. "My friend had to leave," I fibbed. "May I join you?" It was lame, I hated saying it, and I'm sure I sounded terrified, after all, I didn't usually do things like this, especially in bars, but it was the best I could think of at the moment.
She smiled and said, "I seem to be in the same situation. Please, join me."
I sat next to her, accidentally brushing against her arm as I did so. A jolt of electricity shot through me; she felt as wonderful as she looked. I introduced myself and learned that her name was Jacci, "spelled J-a-c-c-i," she added. I grinned and said something silly about the unusual spelling, and she laughed. She liked my jokes!
I ordered another round of drinks for us, a strawberry daiquiri for her with whipped cream on top, and another margarita for me. Since her plate was empty now, I offered to get her another tray of food. Still chewing her last mouthful of food, she just smiled and nodded.
Returning to the table, we began to talk, getting to know each other. Her voice was wonderful, just like everything else about her. She worked at a major local company and had been employed for 13 years. She was now thirty-five. I looked shocked at that, and assured her she didn't look a day over 28 (and she didn't, either). While she was eating, it was my turn to tell her about me, and getting a little carried away with how good I was feeling, I think I started to gab a little too much.
Before long, we realized that we'd been there drinking and chatting for almost two hours, and that neither one of us really wanted anything else to drink or eat. We decided to leave and I asked her for her phone number, which she gave to me, and then she wanted mine. I walked her out to the parking lot, and then she asked me how I was getting home. I told her that Frank had left with the car, but that I'd call for a cab or something. "Nonsense," she said. "I'm taking you home." I didn't put up much of a fight.
We got in the car. She turned to me and said, "You know. I really enjoyed tonight. I'm so glad we met." I started to reply, but then, somehow, we were kissing. It was the perfect kiss. Her lips felt electric against mine, not pressing too hard or too soft. Very slowly, she slid her lips over mine, the most sensuous thing I'd ever felt, and then I felt her tongue run along my upper lip. I think I involuntarily moaned right into her mouth then, and then my tongue found hers.
After five wonderful minutes of this heaven, we broke our kiss, both of us practically panting. "I guess I'd better get you home," she grinned.
Before I knew it, we were parked in my driveway and she turned the engine off. We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments, and then she said, "Well. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
I responded with a kiss, this time much harder and more passionate than the first, and it was just as wonderful. Her tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, probing forcefully as her lips ground against mine. Suddenly, I felt her hand rubbing me on my chest through my shirt and I gasped. Breaking the kiss, I hugged her tightly to me and whispered in her ear, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I know it sounded corny, but it was true.
"You mean I'm not too fat for you?" she asked.
"Oh no! You are gorgeous. You are perfect, I really mean it."
She almost seemed surprised at my response, but she didn't fight it. "Take me inside," she said.
