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BBW, Sex: And now a story on how one man came to see the light . . .
Most of my close friends call me Rich. My whole name is not important. Not to be arrogant, but I am the guy everyone wants to be around. Being the life of a party has always come natural to me. Getting people to want to be around me has always been my stock and trade, but that isn’t what this is about. This is about my conversion to the true me. A friend of mine, Andre, helped me look at myself differently and I don’t even think he realized how much.
We graduated a year a part from the same University. I graduated first, and went on to be a business contract specialist. He graduated the following year and got married to this plump law student. Don’t get me wrong she was very nice looking and intelligent as well, but definitely not the kind of girl I would be seen with. I gave him all kinds of friendly grief about it (if you can call it friendly). He never flinched once. He told me, “real women have real curves,” and when he discovered that, he said he has had nothing but happiness ever since.
“Yeah, right, but to each his own,” I told him. (For details see: Encounter - Part Two.)
Okay, jumping forward about five years. I have been in and out of relationships with some of the hottest bombshells on the east coast. Good sex and all the wildest things along with it, but it was always an empty experience in the end. Either, I would get bored and cheat or I would get sick of her and find some half-ass reason to breakup.
I would hear about Andre’s happiness and wonder what I was missing. Then I saw HER at a fundraiser in Vegas. OH MY GOD. She was absolutely magnetic. She was the complete opposite of my usual taste in women. She was three years older than me. Me being 5’11”, she, in heals, was two inches taller than me and was easily 100+ pounds heavier.
Ten years ago I would have ripped apart anyone who even put us in the same room, but I could not take my eyes off her from the first time I saw her. I was taken completely off guard. I had to know who she was, but how? Then fate stepped in. I saw Andre, my old college friend and now co-worker, sitting at the table as she and her friends hurried away. I sat down and we got reacquainted, seeing how we haven’t seen each other since I’d negotiated the contract for his research project over six months ago.
I asked him about the ladies, specifically about the tall one. He knew me well enough to know that she was way out of my character. I confess, he was right, but I wanted to know her, and I couldn’t understand why. He sat back crossed his arms, trying to figure out my angle. Seeing the questions on his face I told him I was not up to anything. I just wanted to understand why I was drawn to that woman. After some persuasion, he relented with a statement that rang more truth than I could have imagined. He told me I was not prepared to handle “a real women.” I don’t blame him for thinking this is one of my schemes, but I continued to reassure him I was only interested in meeting her. Reluctantly, Andre agreed to introduce me to “Cathy.”
At the end of the ceremony, Cathy and her friend came back to the table, and Andre did the introductions. Cathy met me with very well spoken French. I replied in kind, which looked to get her attention. Andre and I got to spend the afternoon with Cathy and her friend Carol. To keep things going in the right direction, I suggested we all go enjoy the Vegas nightlife, see a show, gamble, the usual. Cathy was very excited and said they needed to get cleaned up and changed.
A few hours later, I met Andre in the lobby, and we did some more catching up. He confessed to me that his wife was divorcing him and told me her reasons why. Looking at the situation from my new point of view I just responded flatly, “Her loss.” He just smiled and said he hoped so, as if he wasn’t sure.
I started to tell him what was going on with me, because I could see there were still some questions in his mind, but the elevator door opened and two devastating BBW stepped into the lobby. We all exchanged pleasantries and started discussing what we were going to do next. We settled on a stage show at Caesar’s Palace.
Cathy said she needed to go to the reservation desk. I made eye contact with Andre, and he just shrugged. I smiled and followed her in the direction of the desk where she ordered a limo. She said this was her first time in Vegas, and she had every intention of enjoying every minute of it, as she smiled slyly at me. I just said it would be my pleasure to make sure she had a night to remember, hoping the statement played as well this time as it had in the past. She just smiled at my attempt to be GQ.
We rejoined Andre and Carol only to see them just standing there looking at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Before Cathy or I can ask, Carol told us to go ahead without them because Andre was going to help her take care of something that just came up. Cathy suspiciously responded, “Are you sure?” Then, she told her she had her cell if she needed anything. Andre just nodded his head blankly as he turned to follow her to the elevator. Cathy quickly changed the mood of the situation by saying this was not going to stop her from having a good time. Not missing a beat, she headed for the lobby entrance where a limo would meet us.
I was awestruck at how shapely she was. Her height distributed her weight perfectly. As she strode her imposing frame through the lobby, I could not help but admire the womanly dimensions perched atop the 3-inch heels. I just admired the balancing act. The well-defined calves lead right up to the tremendous thighs. From my view point I could see the material of her dress hugged her every curve from her meaty thigh to her abundantly round rear. Her outfit was well-tailored to caress her hips and accentuate her well-rounded figure. I could only think about her blouse working very hard to contain the soft flesh of her chest and tummy. I couldn’t understand why I had never noticed these types of dimensions until now.
Pushing the thought aside, I hurried to catch up, as the doorman helped her into the back of a long roomy limousine. I tipped him and joined her in the back seat. We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. I could not believe it. I was at a loss for words around her. Then she asked me about Andre. I told her a little about our history, then told her he was a good guy and I was proud he was a friend, because I would have never thought about a women like her had it not been for him. I saw on her face that I’d said too much. Because her next question was: “A women like me? What do you mean?” Sitting so I could see her soft body pressed into leather seats, my brain couldn’t give her one of my patented recovery. My mind couldn’t come up with a snappy comeback because it was still processing all voluptuous curves.
Resolute, she clearly wasn’t going to let me off that easy and she pressed on with her inquiry. Cornered, I confessed the truth to her. She smiled and said, “At least you were honest. I can respect you for that.”
“Okay, shall I have the driver take you back to the hotel?”
“No, because you have some making up to do.”
“What?” I replied.
She continued that I had almost ruined the fun night she had planned, so now I had to make it up to her.
“What do I have to do?”
A sly look came to her face. Smiling, she closed her eyes, as if contemplating her answer. Then she opened them and said, “It seems all of your past girlfriends had more hair than brains. Am I right?”
Insulted, I just sat there thinking, I had never heard it put like that, but I couldn’t really argue with that fact.
Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “So you have never had a real woman with real curves?”
My brain final caught up, and I told her that was the same thing Andre had told me, as the statement echoed in my mind.
“Smart man,” she said. “So that makes you a BBW virgin.”
I guess so…My works trailed out as the smile on her plump face got even bigger. She pulled two crisp 100-dollar bills out of her purse and moved forward to the seat closest to the driver. She handed them to him and told him to never mind our original destination and to just drive around the city until she told him otherwise and not to interrupt us unless the car was on fire. “If you can do that,” she said, “there will be another three bills when we get back to the hotel.” The privacy window went up without a word, and she made her way back to where she was originally sitting.
Most of my close friends call me Rich. My whole name is not important. Not to be arrogant, but I am the guy everyone wants to be around. Being the life of a party has always come natural to me. Getting people to want to be around me has always been my stock and trade, but that isn’t what this is about. This is about my conversion to the true me. A friend of mine, Andre, helped me look at myself differently and I don’t even think he realized how much.
We graduated a year a part from the same University. I graduated first, and went on to be a business contract specialist. He graduated the following year and got married to this plump law student. Don’t get me wrong she was very nice looking and intelligent as well, but definitely not the kind of girl I would be seen with. I gave him all kinds of friendly grief about it (if you can call it friendly). He never flinched once. He told me, “real women have real curves,” and when he discovered that, he said he has had nothing but happiness ever since.
“Yeah, right, but to each his own,” I told him. (For details see: Encounter - Part Two.)
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Okay, jumping forward about five years. I have been in and out of relationships with some of the hottest bombshells on the east coast. Good sex and all the wildest things along with it, but it was always an empty experience in the end. Either, I would get bored and cheat or I would get sick of her and find some half-ass reason to breakup.
I would hear about Andre’s happiness and wonder what I was missing. Then I saw HER at a fundraiser in Vegas. OH MY GOD. She was absolutely magnetic. She was the complete opposite of my usual taste in women. She was three years older than me. Me being 5’11”, she, in heals, was two inches taller than me and was easily 100+ pounds heavier.
Ten years ago I would have ripped apart anyone who even put us in the same room, but I could not take my eyes off her from the first time I saw her. I was taken completely off guard. I had to know who she was, but how? Then fate stepped in. I saw Andre, my old college friend and now co-worker, sitting at the table as she and her friends hurried away. I sat down and we got reacquainted, seeing how we haven’t seen each other since I’d negotiated the contract for his research project over six months ago.
I asked him about the ladies, specifically about the tall one. He knew me well enough to know that she was way out of my character. I confess, he was right, but I wanted to know her, and I couldn’t understand why. He sat back crossed his arms, trying to figure out my angle. Seeing the questions on his face I told him I was not up to anything. I just wanted to understand why I was drawn to that woman. After some persuasion, he relented with a statement that rang more truth than I could have imagined. He told me I was not prepared to handle “a real women.” I don’t blame him for thinking this is one of my schemes, but I continued to reassure him I was only interested in meeting her. Reluctantly, Andre agreed to introduce me to “Cathy.”
At the end of the ceremony, Cathy and her friend came back to the table, and Andre did the introductions. Cathy met me with very well spoken French. I replied in kind, which looked to get her attention. Andre and I got to spend the afternoon with Cathy and her friend Carol. To keep things going in the right direction, I suggested we all go enjoy the Vegas nightlife, see a show, gamble, the usual. Cathy was very excited and said they needed to get cleaned up and changed.
A few hours later, I met Andre in the lobby, and we did some more catching up. He confessed to me that his wife was divorcing him and told me her reasons why. Looking at the situation from my new point of view I just responded flatly, “Her loss.” He just smiled and said he hoped so, as if he wasn’t sure.
I started to tell him what was going on with me, because I could see there were still some questions in his mind, but the elevator door opened and two devastating BBW stepped into the lobby. We all exchanged pleasantries and started discussing what we were going to do next. We settled on a stage show at Caesar’s Palace.
Cathy said she needed to go to the reservation desk. I made eye contact with Andre, and he just shrugged. I smiled and followed her in the direction of the desk where she ordered a limo. She said this was her first time in Vegas, and she had every intention of enjoying every minute of it, as she smiled slyly at me. I just said it would be my pleasure to make sure she had a night to remember, hoping the statement played as well this time as it had in the past. She just smiled at my attempt to be GQ.
We rejoined Andre and Carol only to see them just standing there looking at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Before Cathy or I can ask, Carol told us to go ahead without them because Andre was going to help her take care of something that just came up. Cathy suspiciously responded, “Are you sure?” Then, she told her she had her cell if she needed anything. Andre just nodded his head blankly as he turned to follow her to the elevator. Cathy quickly changed the mood of the situation by saying this was not going to stop her from having a good time. Not missing a beat, she headed for the lobby entrance where a limo would meet us.
I was awestruck at how shapely she was. Her height distributed her weight perfectly. As she strode her imposing frame through the lobby, I could not help but admire the womanly dimensions perched atop the 3-inch heels. I just admired the balancing act. The well-defined calves lead right up to the tremendous thighs. From my view point I could see the material of her dress hugged her every curve from her meaty thigh to her abundantly round rear. Her outfit was well-tailored to caress her hips and accentuate her well-rounded figure. I could only think about her blouse working very hard to contain the soft flesh of her chest and tummy. I couldn’t understand why I had never noticed these types of dimensions until now.
Pushing the thought aside, I hurried to catch up, as the doorman helped her into the back of a long roomy limousine. I tipped him and joined her in the back seat. We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. I could not believe it. I was at a loss for words around her. Then she asked me about Andre. I told her a little about our history, then told her he was a good guy and I was proud he was a friend, because I would have never thought about a women like her had it not been for him. I saw on her face that I’d said too much. Because her next question was: “A women like me? What do you mean?” Sitting so I could see her soft body pressed into leather seats, my brain couldn’t give her one of my patented recovery. My mind couldn’t come up with a snappy comeback because it was still processing all voluptuous curves.
Resolute, she clearly wasn’t going to let me off that easy and she pressed on with her inquiry. Cornered, I confessed the truth to her. She smiled and said, “At least you were honest. I can respect you for that.”
“Okay, shall I have the driver take you back to the hotel?”
“No, because you have some making up to do.”
“What?” I replied.
She continued that I had almost ruined the fun night she had planned, so now I had to make it up to her.
“What do I have to do?”
A sly look came to her face. Smiling, she closed her eyes, as if contemplating her answer. Then she opened them and said, “It seems all of your past girlfriends had more hair than brains. Am I right?”
Insulted, I just sat there thinking, I had never heard it put like that, but I couldn’t really argue with that fact.
Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “So you have never had a real woman with real curves?”
My brain final caught up, and I told her that was the same thing Andre had told me, as the statement echoed in my mind.
“Smart man,” she said. “So that makes you a BBW virgin.”
I guess so…My works trailed out as the smile on her plump face got even bigger. She pulled two crisp 100-dollar bills out of her purse and moved forward to the seat closest to the driver. She handed them to him and told him to never mind our original destination and to just drive around the city until she told him otherwise and not to interrupt us unless the car was on fire. “If you can do that,” she said, “there will be another three bills when we get back to the hotel.” The privacy window went up without a word, and she made her way back to where she was originally sitting.
