BBW The Remote Tour

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  1. May 16, 2019 #1

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    The Remote Tour
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    Chapter 1


    I had been in the military for about 12 years. Of course, there were some good assignments and not-so-good assignments. Until this point, I had not served a remote tour. A ‘remote’ is usually someplace that’s not particularly attractive to most and/or a place where space is limited and people with families cannot bring them. Normally, these assignments are one year in length and sometimes the cause of divorce for service members. But as I was single, it wasn’t a big deal to me. In fact, I volunteered for the job to get out of crappy assignment in Oklahoma (sorry all you Sooners).

    I arrived at Camp Eagle, ROK (Republic of Korea) in March and let me tell you, it gets cold there! I knew that I had made a grave error as we were driving into the little town of Wonju and I could see that the water had frozen as it cascaded down the hillside. The Army post smack in the middle of the Korean peninsula. It was small by any standard with the only unit an Army Aviation detachment and of course my unit of 5 Air Force guys.

    Unlike my fellow ‘zoomies’ (interservice slang for Air Force personnel), I had been stationed with Army Units before. Therefore I was able to get the lowdown about the post fairly quickly. As spring approached, I was able to get hooked up with the post softball team and they asked me to join. That was pretty cool as the team traveled to tournaments at other Army posts in the country.

    But with so much work and so few players, it was sometimes difficult to get a full team to a tournament. Luckily, there were some American civilians that worked on the base for Lockheed, tabulating data for the Apache helicopters that the Army flew. A few of these guys played softball and were able to bring their families over to Korea on Lockheed’s dime. One guy who played second base was Jack and he brought his 5 year old son, Denny and his wife, Deana.

    Deana was a rather large woman but she was absolutely gorgeous. She stood about 5’8” with golden blonde hair and crisp blue eyes. I never asked but I speculated that she weighed at least 300lbs, huge boobs and a massive shapely and jiggly rump. She had the kind of ass that kept moving for a few seconds even after she stopped walking. She also had beautiful, glowing skin, soft fat hands, and her nails were always immaculate.

    The first time I noticed Deana was at one of our softball games. She was sitting in the stands watching and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. The other thing I noticed was that she was basically sitting alone, apart from all the other civilian family members, only her son sat near her. And for most of the game she was sitting there, rather sullen. She only livened up when Jack came up to bat or made a play in the field.

    After that game, we cracked open a couple cases of beer and grilled out back at the barracks (like after every game). Everybody was there, all the players and family members and several of the fans just laughing and having a good time. I happened to spot Deana, wearing a bright red and blue dress, again sitting alone. I searched for Jack in the big group of people but I didn’t see him. I felt bad for her. Maybe he went to the bathroom inside the barracks. Wanting to be polite, I walked over to her and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Dale. You must be Jack’s wife”, I said. Very shyly she answered, “Yes, I’m Jack’s wife Deana and over there is our son Denny”, pointing over to the group of small boys playing by a blow up pool.

    I was going to leave her it that but I felt bad that Jack wasn’t around so I made small talk with her for a couple minutes. Finally, I blurted out, “I like your dress”. She smiled coyly but said, “You don’t have to say something nice just to make me feel good. I know I’m fat.” This made me pause. I did want to make her feel good but not because of her size. I hadn’t considered that she might take some type of offense at my remark. I assured her that I wasn’t saying it because of her size but because I truly thought the dress looked great on her. And while I was in semi-defensive mode, I let her know that her hands and nails looked excellent.

    At that point, her eyes brightened up and her beautiful beaming smile lit up her face. “You noticed?” Of course I did, I told her. But I assured her, I wasn’t trying to flirt with her, just pointing out a fact. She was gracious in taking the compliment and seemed to loosen up a bit. She started asking questions like who I was and where I’m from. The conversation was going nicely but then behind her, I saw Jack coming out of the barracks side door closely followed by a female army private. I didn’t immediately say anything since I had no idea if anything was going on. As I saw Jack walking toward his wife, I told Deana that I had to use the restroom and excused myself. After I had walked away, I saw Jack, Deana, and Denny head toward their car and drive off.

    Later on that evening, the party was still going strong (we had won the game after all). I happened to on grill duty when the young army private, Connie, came over waiting on a burger. She belonged to our first baseman’s squad and as such, attended many of the games. I asked if she had fun today and she replied with a smile. I noted that on one particular play Jack turned an awesome double play. I said that he must have a lot of energy for an older guy and she laughed out loud, remarking “Maybe the game wore him out.” This made me even more suspicious of what I saw earlier.

    The following Saturday we had a tournament at Camp Page, about an hour’s drive from our post. Most of us piled into a 15-passenger van to head over. Several of the civilians followed in their cars, Jack and Deana among them. During the games, I made sure to see where Deana was sitting. Again, she was sitting alone, this time wearing a pretty blue and white dress with a floral pattern. It reminded me of springtime. A couple times she caught me looking up at her and she smiled that big, bright, inviting smile and it made me feel warm inside.

    While playing in the games, my focus is usually razor sharp and locked in. It was just a coincidence that I looked into the stands after hitting a double. Deana was standing and clapping. I looked around and knew Jack was not up to bat for a while and in fact he was sitting in the dugout waiting his turn. I was the first batter that inning and no one was at the plate yet. Was she cheering for me? I waved and she waved back. Jack didn’t seem to notice.

    After the last game (we took 2nd in the tournament) and the awards ceremony, we all headed back to our vehicles and stopped to make plans for the evening. The general consensus was that we’d all go home, get cleaned up and meet at the small, all-ranks club on post. As the loading of the van and discussions were ongoing, I scanned the area for Deana. Again, she was away from everyone, holding her son’s hand and waiting for Jack. I made it a point to walk over toward her and thank her for her support.

    “Deana, I’m glad you came to the game today. I think your cheering for the team helped us win.” She smiled that lovely, wide smile of hers and said, “Well, I only cheered for Jack and you, but I hope it helped.” I wondered why she only cheered for Jack and me but before I could ask the question, Jack came strolling up. He seemed to ignore his wife but asked me, “You coming out to the club when we get back, Dale? It ought to be a hoot!” I said, “Sure, I’ll see you both there. “ Jack said, “Deana? I ain’t bringing her, she takes up too much room. Ha!” That really made me angry to hear him say that about his wife right in front of her face. What kind of husband was this man? But instead I said, “Well, I think her cheering us on helped today and the team seems to think she’s a good luck charm.” This last part was a bit of an embellishment but I could tell that Deana needed to get out and socialize with people. As I climbed in the van and sat by the window, I could see Deana and Jack getting in their car. Once again, she smiled that big, beautiful smile at me and I felt butterflies.

    Back at post, after showering, eating, and resting, I headed out to the all-ranks club to meet up with the rest of the team. I was hoping that Jack brought Deana just so I could talk with her a bit more. While I had no intentions of hitting her, I did want to talk to her and hopefully make her smile a little bit. It just seemed that Jack was not very kind to her. He treated her like a second-class citizen or something. I dislike it when guys are mean to their spouses or girlfriends.

    When I walked in the door, I could see that the revelry had already started. The whole team and everybody who supports us occupied an entire quarter of the club. Everybody was laughing, joking, and talking about the tournament but Deana was nowhere to be found. I made a quick stop to say hello to everyone, grabbed a beer then proceeded to look for Deana. At first I was disappointed because I could seem to find her in the relatively tiny club. But then, off in a dark corner, there she was. Sitting by herself, nursing a watered down Coke.
     
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  2. May 16, 2019 #2

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    Chapter 2

    As I approached her, she looked up from her drink and that sweet smile shone across her face again. I remembered thinking, “God, her smile is so beautiful. Why does Jack treat her so badly?” When I got to the table her smile seemed to light up the room. “Hello, Deana. Why are you sitting over here by yourself?” Her smile dimmed a bit when she said, “After we got here, Jack told me to go someplace out of the way, so I came and sat here.” I told her, “Nah, that’s not what I had in mind. I wanted you to meet the rest of the team so that they could know your cheering help us spark that rally in that third game.” She said, “That’s okay. I don’t think they like me very much. Especially that Connie girl.” I started to protest when she blurted out, “Jack’s fucking her.” I was momentarily stunned into silence.

    After gathering myself, I made sure to denote that Connie wasn’t even on the team. She was just a private who belonged to one of the Army units of some of our teammates. The look in Deana’s eyes as she spoke of this was a bit disconcerting. “I’d like to ring that scrawny bitch’s neck”, she whispered. I imagined her wrapping her big, soft hands around Connie’s neck and throttling her in the same manner as a Saturday morning cartoon character. She must have recognized the concern in my eyes because she abruptly changed the subject.

    “You had some good hits out there today. You have a lot of power and your stroke is smooth.” The sexual innuendos did not escape me but it was not in my nature to flirt with another man’s wife. “Oh, you play?” I asked. She nodded yes. “Hmm, let me guess, you were a catcher!” She smiled when I guessed that. “How did you know?” I had to take a moment and measure my words because the visual clues I had could make or break the rest of this conversation. So I started with a compliment and hoped for the best.

    “Growing up, my favorite girls’ sports were volleyball and softball. I always loved the strength girls who played softball possessed, especially in their legs. Excuse me for saying this but catchers always had the best backsides. You look like you were a catcher.” I prepared myself to get slapped or at the very least yelled at. But instead she said, “You’re right! It’s from all that squatting. So, you can tell that, even though I’ve gotten so big?” The relief that came over me when she uttered those words must have been visible on my face because she smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’m actually flattered that you think I’ve still got a catcher’s ass. I played in high school and college in Minnesota.” Emboldened, I almost considered carrying the conversation on in this vein, but again thought better of it. Now it was my turn to change the subject.

    “So, you think I have enough power to jack one over the fences?” She said, “Yes, I think so but you need to modify your swing a bit”. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she seemed eager to assuage my concern. She continued, “You hit the ball really hard but your shoulders are pointed in the wrong direction for one thing. Ever notice that you seem to always hit the ball between the five and six holes, between the third baseman and the shortstop? You get on base a lot because you hit the ball so hard and fast. Plus you hustle with your speed, you often beat out throws to first.”

    With that, I began to perk up a bit. She noticed that I run hard and that the ball gets lively off my bat. Her assessment was spot on. It made me wonder how long she had been watching me during games. The entire time she was talking I took measure of her beauty. It did not escape me that she wasn’t wearing much makeup. In fact, I really couldn’t tell that she was wearing any aside from the eye shadow that seemed to make her eyes pop even more than usual.

    I must have been staring, lost in thought because the next thing I remember hearing is, “So what do you think?” The only thing that I could come up with was “Great!” She must have sensed that I zoned out for a moment because her gaze shifted to the table and she began wringing her hands. “You weren’t really listening were you?” she said. As I didn’t want to sound flirty but also didn’t want to lie to this woman, I told her the truth, again hoping for forgiveness. “I was looking at your eyes, your face and just got lost for a moment. I’m sorry.”

    She looked up, smiled, and relaxed her hands. Her cheeks were as red as fresh roses. I felt as though I might have crossed a line and made her feel uncomfortable until she said, “Thank you.” Then she went back to the subject at hand. “I asked you that, if you want, I could meet you at the ballfield sometime tomorrow and give you some pointers.” As the next day was Sunday, I had all day and so we agreed on 10 am. She said Jack would typically sleep until early afternoon and that her son Denny is staying over at a friend’s place until supper.

    Even though it seemed a short time, I realized that I had been talking to her for nearly an hour. I thought that I’d better excuse myself and go mingle with my teammates some more. She understood. I told her I would come back and say goodnight before I left for the evening. As I got up from the table, Deana placed her hands on my hand and said, “Thank you.” Something about the size, shape, beauty, and softness of her hands made me get butterflies in my stomach again. I looked into her icy blue eyes at that moment and an alarm went off in my head. I had to look over and see if Jack saw this small sign of affection.

    As I returned to the area where the team was sitting, they were talking about the big tournament that we were going to next week. Brim (Sgt Brimseth) and Hoss (Spc Hoover) were debating the idea of changing our batting lineup. I had been further down in the lineup (7th or 8th batter) for much of the season. Brim was arguing that I should perhaps go to lead-off since I usually got on base about half the time and was a better base runner than Jack. Hoss wanted to keep Jack at lead-off since that’s what got us where we are and he did okay there. For my two cents, I petitioned to keep Jack at lead-off as he’d done well there in my opinion.

    After a while Jack pulled me aside. I thought he was going to be upset that I was talking to his wife. Instead he said, “Thanks for having my back on that.” He was talking about the batting lineup discussion. I said it was no problem. And then, it came out. “I saw you talking to Deana. What’s all that about?” I told him that she was giving a few pointers about my swing and that he was a lucky man. He said, “Lucky? Do you mean that I’m lucky her fat ass hasn’t rolled over in her sleep and crushed me to death? Or do you mean I’m lucky that she gobbles up all the junk food in the house so I don’t get fat like her?”

    I was appalled at these words but made sure that I did not let it show in my face. “No. I meant that you are so lucky to have such a nice wife who knows about softball and hitting. It must be great to get tips from your own wife.” He said, “I don’t really listen to anything she says anymore. What the hell can she tell me anyway?”

    I really wanted to know what the deal was with this guy. He was cheating on his big, beautiful wife with a much younger woman (more like a girl). That I can understand in some ways. Men (and women) cheat for other things besides looks. Plus, she knew it but obviously wasn’t doing anything about it. So it was like him having a permanent ‘hall pass’. She was caring for their young son. She supports him at his games. She looks her best all the time. And all he can do is talk down to her and bad about her. I thought, “What kind of dickhead was this guy?” I decided to find out. And more importantly, figure what kind of woman Deana was to put up with this jackass’s crap.
     
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  3. May 17, 2019 #3

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    Chapter 3

    When I woke up the next morning, I was a bundle of nervous energy. Part of me was excited to learn some ways that I could become a better hitter. But the other part of me was just anxious to see Deana again. Though she was unlike any woman that I had ever dated, there was so much about her that I liked. Though I had to keep my hormones in check as she was still another man’s wife and I didn’t want to go there. But damn, if she wasn’t the loveliest big girl I could ever remember seeing.

    At about 9:45 am, I lugged my two bats, glove, and a half dozen balls down the four flights of stairs to the back door of the barracks. From there it was about a quarter mile walk up a gravel road to the ball fields. As I made my way around the side of a storage shed, I saw an old Volvo sitting near one of the dugouts. It was Deana, she was early. She was dressed in black spandex sports leggings under sky blue cotton shorts. She also wore a matching sweatshirt that seemed to make her bountiful chest look even bigger than I remembered.

    I was again, probably staring at her boobs when I walked up and she greeted me. She said, “They kinda look bigger?” That snapped my gaze into focus on her face but then I felt really embarrassed. “I’ve noticed that my boobs look bigger when I wear a sports bra. I guess it holds everything in place better. Do you agree?” I felt like I was being put on the spot and it was a spot I was somewhat uncomfortable being in. But I shook off this feeling as it seemed that she really wanted my opinion. So, I let it fly. “Your boobs look great no matter what you wear”, I stated in matter of fact manner. She smiled.

    She had brought her mitt and some balls and a couple of bats. We laughed at the fact that we both brought essentially the same equipment. It was early and no one was around so we decided to play some catch to warm up. Standing 20 to 25 yards apart, I was gently tossing the ball to her but she was putting some zip behind her throws. Each time I caught one of her throws, there was a noticeable ‘pop’ in my glove. After a while, I began to put a little more “pepper” in my throws to her. She seemed to enjoy that.

    While we were tossing the ball around, we engaged in what at first was small talk. We both spoke about where we were from and talked about various travels that we had, looking for similar experiences. We talked about trying new foods and some of our favorite foods. But then, ‘the elephant in the room’ had to come out. I wondered aloud what was up with her husband, Jack. At that point, the floodgates of information were open full.

    Deana began to tell me about how she and Jack had met a few years after she graduated from college. She was especially enamored with Jack because they were both into sports and Jack liked her strong body. But as time went on, Jack’s eye seemed to wander a bit. After Deana became pregnant, Jack was excited at first but became less so after Deana started putting on the pounds. After their son Denny was born, and Deana didn’t seem to lose the weight, Jack became more and more distant with each pound she gained. She tried to accommodate him, tried to lose the weight to satisfy him, and tried to be more sexual with him to no avail.

    She said that she finally gave up trying to please a man that had fallen out of love with her years ago. I asked why she was still putting up with it all. She was reluctant at first to tell me. But I assured her that nothing she told me would ever get back to Jack, I didn’t really like the guy. It was then that she confided in me that as soon as their assignment was up, she was going to divorce him. I let her know that, even though I didn’t know them very well, it was likely the best for the both of them and their son. Nothing worse than growing up in a household where the love was gone.

    As we continued to toss the ball around, we joked a bit at Jack’s and Connie’s expense. And then she asked if we could do some batting practice. I was eager to learn anything that would make me a better hitter and so, she set up at the mound with all of the balls we brought. She began pitching and I hit a few, right where I normally hit them. After about five hits, she stopped and approached me at the plate.

    “Like I told you last night, your swing is great. Very smooth, with lots of power. But your stance could use a little adjusting and your swing angle as well.” She had me get in my stance and then she came up behind me. “Your stance is very open toward left field and your hips don’t move much. It’s a wonder you generate such power with your swing. It must be all in your arms.” At that, she came behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and turned them about 30 degrees so that they were pointing toward center field. Next she placed my feet a few more inches apart, with my right slightly behind my left, instead of parallel.

    The stance felt kind of funny but I was eager to see results. She went back to the mound and tossed a couple balls. I hit them squarely and they shot right passed her over second base. But I still wasn’t getting enough power nor a good launch angle with my bat. Deana walked back over to me and said, “Your hips aren’t coming around. You really have to get your hips in the swing. It provides more torque.” I gave a ‘What do you mean?’ kinda look. Deana strode from the mound with an exasperated expression on her face.

    She told me to get into the modified stance she showed me. Then she came behind me and got very close. So closed that I felt her breasts pressing against my upper back. That feeling was an absolute delight but I kept my composure. She reached up and placed her hands on my forearms. As she did so, I could feel her belly pushing into my lower back. Strangely, this feeling also produced a pleasurable response in my brain. It was not lost on me that she couldn’t quite reach my wrists due to the size of her belly and boobs.

    Once we were in synch in this position, she instructed me to swing in a slow, deliberate motion. After doing so a couple of times, she rested her hands on my hips and said, “I’ve seen you dance! Loosen those hips up!” She was directing my hips in a figure eight motion. Deana told me to put my hips in my swing, to wind up like a top and bring my hips around first and then my bat, as though I were a coiled spring. After a few practice swings, I seemed to get the hand of it. As she sauntered back to the mound, I took note of just how lovely her hips swayed. The movement was smooth and rhythmic, even in cleats.

    The first ball she pitched to me, I whiffed completely and the second one I popped up behind the plate. But the third ball sailed clean out to center field and took one bounce before going over the fence. And I hadn’t really gotten a great swing on it. The next two pitches yielded similar results with line drives straight over second base. The last ball I smacked flew into left-center and hit the fence. Deana was yelling for it to go out the park.

    We had to go find all of the balls so we both walked out into the outfield looking to collect them. I let Deana know that I was grateful for her taking the time to help me with my hitting. She said that she was glad to have something to do, rather than spend the morning at home listen to Jack snore, then to wake up and ignore or berate her. I told her that I was sorry that happens and asked if she wanted me to say something to Jack. “No”, she replied. “He is the way he is and I’ve made up my mind. We are scheduled to go back stateside next February. It won’t take me a week to get the hell away from him. My sister already has a spare room for me to stay in.”

    To lighten the mood a bit, I said, “Well, that gives me plenty of time to learn all I can from you, oh Jedi Master.” She laughed out loud and I found myself smiling at the sound of her laughter. I spotted a ball that had rolled into far left field so I told her I’d be back to get the one that bounced over the fence. She said, “No, I’ll get it” and promptly bounded over the three-foot fence as nimbly as you please. I stood there with my mouth agape. She looked at me and said, “What? You didn’t think this big girl could do that?” I started to wonder what else that big girl could do.

    We repeated the pitch and hit circuit one more time. Again, we both tracked down all the balls. When we walked back over to the dugout, she asked if I needed to hit a few more or if I had the swing down. I told her that I was a quick study and I think I had it. I was a little thirsty so I was going to go back up to my barracks room to bring us something. But Deana just popped open her trunk and had a cooler with some beers in it. We cracked open a couple, leaned against the fence, and just talked small talk.

    After a while (and another beer), Deana asked something that I had been thinking about as well. “Am I too big?” While I was pondering this in my own mind, I really hadn’t been prepared for her to ask me that question. But something about the sadness in her eyes and the fact that I seem to feel really good in her presence prompted me to get a little more info. “Too big for what?” She looked rather coy when I asked that question of her. Then she said, “You know. Too big for… too big to love.”

    “Whaaaaat! Why do you think that?” In reality, I knew or thought I knew why she asked. Jack had really screwed with her mind and she was doubting herself. I think she felt the weight gain made her undesirable. I let her know that everyone deserves to be loved by someone who respects and admires them; that she need not worry about her size and that love will find her when the time is right. I hoped that my ‘wise words’ were not taken as lip service. They seemed to perk her up a bit.
     
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    Chapter 4

    After packing up our stuff, I again told her thank you. As she stood in front of me she seemed to be waiting for something. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries but I hoped a hug would be acceptable. When I hugged her, I felt such a feeling of comfort. I wasn’t able to get my fingers to touch around her back and I think it made her feel self-conscious. So, I went one high and one low around her waist. When my hand encountered a couple of her rolls, she tensed up. I wanted to let her know that I actually liked the way she felt, so I pulled her in even tighter, her large boobs pushing up against my chin. I whispered, “Thank you” in her ear. With that, I could feel her body relax a bit. When we broke the hug, I could see tears in her eyes that she quickly wiped away.

    We said our goodbyes and I started walking back up the gravel road to the barracks. When I was about 20 feet from the door, Deana pulled up in her car and rolled down the window. “Which one is your room?” I pointed up to the top floor and told her that my room was right across from the stairwell door. “That’s quite a haul for an old man like you”, she said laughing. I said, “You have no idea”. Again, I said goodbye and hoped to see her on Tuesday at practice. She smiled that big, radiant smile and drove off.

    The rest of my day was spent relaxing, eating and watching movies. A couple of my Air Force buddies that lived down the hall came by to play some cards. For most of the evening I just chilled in my room.

    My room was unique in that I did not have a roommate like almost everyone else in the junior enlisted barracks. As a result, I had two beds in my room but I made them into one so that I could have more room. On the few occasions when I ‘entertained’ in my room, there was plenty of room for dancing or just socializing. As night fell, I decided to get to bed early because 6 am usually came quickly. By 11 pm, I was fast asleep.

    I was deep in slumber land when I heard someone knocking on my door. My eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on my clock, thinking I had overslept somehow. But I realized that it was 1:03 am. Who was knocking on my door at this hour? Thinking it may have been one of the guys, I shuffled out of bed in my sleeping shorts and went to the door. I opened it and there was Deana, nervously standing there. Her eyes were full of tears and her left cheek was red. I almost didn’t believe my eyes.

    I whispered, “Deana, what are you doing here? What’s wrong?” Agitated, she asked if she could come in. Realizing that this could be a very awkward situation if someone came out into the hall, I stood behind the door as I opened it. Once she was in, I looked down the hall once again and quickly closed the door. Because I was still trying to get my brain to wake up, it took me a moment or two to realize I was standing there practically naked. I speedily grabbed a towel from inside my closet and also a t-shirt.

    The only light in my darkened room was the glow from my stereo. I stepped over and turned on a lamp, hoping to have her sit in the chair by my desk. Yet when I turned around, she had already sat on the edge of my bed. Not wanting to crowd her or send the wrong message. I asked if she needed something to drink. Water would be fine she said. I grabbed a water out of the fried and gave her a moment to compose herself. While she was sipping the water, I noticed that despite whatever had caused her to be so upset, she still looked amazing to me.

    Finally, she seemed ready to talk. I asked again, what was wrong. She told me that Jack had a couple of the Lockheed guys over that evening. They were all drinking and playing poker. Jack got really drunk and so their company left around 10 pm. They went to bed around 11 (they still slept in the same bed). And then she seemed reluctant to tell me the rest. I inferred that Jack abused her in some way while he was drunk, which would make me really mad. But she said that wasn’t it exactly. My mind was searching for an answer that didn’t seem to be forthcoming. I suppose that Deana could see the bewilderment on my face. I wanted to know what happened and why she climbed four flights of stairs to come tell me.

    When she let it all out, I was floored. She started by saying that Jack seemed to be out cold. He was snoring softly and drooling on his pillow. Since they slept on opposite sides of a king sized bed, he seemed far enough away. She told me, “I was really glad that we met at the ball field today. I think the excitement of it stayed with me all day. When we went to bed I was still excited. When you hugged me, something inside me came alive. “

    Even in the wan light I could see that she was feeling a little apprehensive about what came next. “Anyway, when I went to bed, I was still thinking about the day. One thing led to another and I began masturbating right there in bed next to Jack. My eyes were closed and I imagined you running your hands along my inner thighs, all over my body, and inside me. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t realize a couple things: I was whispering your name and that Jack had woken up.”

    Oh Dear Lord, I thought. Yes, Jack was cheating on his wife with a younger, slimmer woman. But if there’s one thing I know about men who were very competitive (and if you are playing softball well into your late 30’s or early 40’s, you are highly competitive), it’s that they don’t like to lose. Anything. Period. And I can imagine in his drunken state, being pissed off that the wife you regard as less than is dreaming about some other guy giving her pleasure. I almost knew what happened after he heard her saying my name.

    “I was so into my little fantasy that I didn’t even notice he was watching me. When he heard me say your name, he slapped me. That shocked me out of my euphoria. When he raised his hand again, I punched him in the face, got up, got dressed, and left. I’d been driving around for almost an hour. I didn’t know where to go. I’m sorry.” She seemed so embarrassed and sounded defeated. I think that she was more worried about telling me she masturbated on thoughts of me and perhaps assumed that I would be repulsed or at least upset. I was neither of those things.

    While the thought of Deana finding me worthy of her amorous musings was intriguing, I was more concerned for her wellbeing and physical safety. I took a look at her face to see if there was any swelling. It was rather red under her eye and on her cheek. I got a face cloth from my sink and some ice from the freezer. When I came to her, her eyes were again filled with tears. I hadn’t commented on what she had just told me and I felt that she was embarrassed and upset at herself.

    As I gently placed the cold compress on her face, I told her what I was feeling. “Deana, I’m not going to stand here and lie to you. I don’t know what it is about you but I am wildly attracted to you. I felt a kindred spirit in you early on. My significant other was cheating on me ever since I got here. I found out through a friend back home. So when I saw that Jack was cheating on you, I instantly felt a connection through our similar circumstances. But this isn’t a case of me being on the rebound and you being in a vulnerable state. You are very different from any woman I have ever dated.”

    Deana looked at me with tears still in her crystal blue eyes. “Different how?” I felt it best to lead with something that wasn’t obvious. “I’ve never been with someone who was as athletic and sports-minded as you. You have a real gift for coaching and I bet playing as well.” She seemed to ponder on that for a moment but then said, “And?” I knew this was coming at some point and this time I was prepared. "And, I’ve never been with anyone who was your size.” Her face seemed to lose all of its sparkle for a moment. “You mean as fat as I am.” She looked so dejected with that statement. But as I said, I was prepared.

    “No”, I said. “I’ve never been with anyone as bodacious as you.” When she heard that, her smile once again brightened her face. “Bodacious? You think I’m bodacious?” I said, “Don’t you? Intellectually, you have the smarts. You’re a college graduate and you can hold your own in a conversation. Emotionally, I can tell that you are loving and loyal, despite how this may all seem to someone else. You put up with Jack and his philandering bullshit for more years than most would. I can tell that you are a passionate person. And I’m more than a little flattered and aroused that you would lay in bed next to that asshole Jack and finger yourself while thinking of me.” That last statement surprised me as I was not meaning to go there just yet.

    It must have relaxed her to the point of opening up fully to me. She walked over and stood right in front of me. While I was sitting on the chair, her breasts were right at my eye level. She put her hands on my shoulders, look down into my eyes and said, “I wasn’t just fingering myself. I was sticking my fingers as far up my pussy as they would go. I was massaging my clit with my thumb and pinching my nipples so hard I damned near came just from that!” She wasn’t just describing what happened. She was also validating my statement about her passion.

    To say that I became rock hard instantly does not accurately describe the situation. Even with the towel over my shorts, she could see my shaft standing straight up at attention. Her giant boobs were staring me in the face; almost daring me to un-house and slobber all over them. My hands rose up from my lap and began following the curves of her upper thighs, her hips, and then making their way around to her backside. I gently felt the fullness of her rear end: how wide, how deep, how massive it was. When I thought I had the full measure of it, I buried my hands into her soft, jiggly flesh and squeezed firmly, pulling her hips toward me as I did so. She let out an audible sigh as I did so.
     
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    Deana was wearing gray sweatpants that were loose fitting and thus the full measure of her ass’s expanse could be discerned. It was nice that it was big and had some roundness to it. There was no hiding the size and no masquerading in ‘shapewear’. I had the full, unfettered largeness of her ass in my hands. All of the fat, all of the dimples, all of the cellulite (which was oddly very little), all of the jiggly, beefy, beautiful flesh. For a moment, I became utterly oblivious to the world outside. It felt like I was intoxicated. I had more booty in my hands than any man had a right to ever desire.

    When I came to my senses, Deana boobs were still staring me in the face. I didn’t think anything could top the sensation of having the biggest, sweetest, juiciest ass ever in my hands. I was wrong. As I reluctantly removed my hands from that beautiful bottom, I moved them up along her sides, stopping to caress her wonderful rolls and even kissing them. I moved my hands up to her chest and was amazed to find that she had pulled down her top, exposing her bare, naked, melons for me to enjoy. I almost went into ‘booby shock’ when they swung into my face.

    But before I sailed off to ‘big cutie nirvana’, I needed to do something I had been desiring for a while now. I stood up and placed one hand behind her neck and one on her face and kissed her ever so gently. I kissed all over her face and neck. I kissed her lips softly. When she parted her lips, our tongues began to dance a Waltz in our mouths. Slow. Deliberate. Gentle. We were exploring each other in this way for what seemed like hours. Taking our measure, each to each was a bonding experience. You could tell that she was loosening the reins on her passion. But there was something that held her back for the moment.

    Deana stopped kissing me and just looked me in the eyes and said, “I have to be honest. I’ve never been with anyone like you before.” I figured this was coming. I just didn’t know it would be so soon. “What do you mean”, I said feigning surprise. This time, she took the not-so-obvious road. “I’ve never been with someone who enjoyed touching my body like you do. Even in my college days, I was still ‘thicker’ than most gals.” Turning the tables, I said, “And?”

    She got quiet for a moment. I could tell that she was wrestling to find the right words; to say it in a gentle manner. For a split second, I started to give voice the words she was struggling for but thought better of it. It would be best to let her find the words on her own, to allow her start things off being open, honest, and able to communicate without fear. Finally, she took a deep breath and said softly, “I’ve never been with a black guy before.”

    I wanted her to feel safe and secure that she could confide anything in me. So to break the tension in the room I said, “Neither have I!” That made her chuckle. I walked over to the bed and sat down and motioned for her to come sit next to me. “There’s no special food you have to eat. No rigorous training regimen. You don’t have to talk or walk differently and there’s no special handshake. Leave any preconceived notions or stereotypes at the door. I’m just a regular guy.”

    The burden lifted from her shoulders, she relaxed again and smiled such a radiant smile, it seemed to make the lamp light pale in comparison. She asked me to stand up and positioned me right in front of her as she sat on the bed. She loosened my towel and let it drop to the floor. My very loose fitting sleeping shorts made one heckuva tent. She looked down and then back up at me and just grinned.

    I stood there as she began to stroke and caress my cock while still in the shorts. It must not have been enough for her because she gently pulled the waistband out, beyond the length of my engorged penis and worked my shorts down to my ankles in no time. Then she wrapped her large, soft, perfectly manicured fingers of her right hand around my shaft and just took the moment in. I could feel my manhood throbbing in her hand and when she whispered, “I want thisssss”, ever so softly, my mind whirled around like a drunk on a merry-go-round.

    To this point, I hadn’t really thought about the consequences of our actions. I hadn’t even considered if what was happening could/would be a long term thing in either of our minds. I hadn’t wondered if she was just using me to get back at Jack or if I was using her (unintentionally) to distract me from my failed previous relationship. And I hadn’t thought of how badly it could go if we got caught! And suddenly, that thought became most prevalent in my mind. Seeing her so readily want to put me inside her mouth was almost more than I could resist. But the thought of being court martialed was a strong deterrent.

    When I backed away from her, the look on her face made me feel terrible. I slowly pulled up my shorts as she pulled her shirt down. I felt terrible for stopping her. And I was doubly saddened when I noticed there was a wet spot between her legs. She was obviously into the moment and I had cut her off abruptly. Without a word she began searching for her keys. She was visibly upset and probably thinking that I didn’t want her at all. But once I put my shirt on, I had to allay her fears.

    She was heading for the door when I stopped her. “Deana, please wait. It’s not what you think.” She started sobbing a little and kept heading for the door. “No. It’s fine”, she said. “I shouldn’t have expected you’d ever want anything to do with me.” My heart was breaking listening to these words. I had to hurry and get in front of her before she opened the door. “Wait, wait, wait, Deana. Please come sit down and let me explain why I stopped. Please?”

    Tears in her eyes, she reluctantly came back and sat down on the chair. She wouldn’t look at me at first. “Deana, sugar babe. Please don’t think that I don’t want you. I do. Maybe more than I should, considering that you are still married to Jack. You are like no one I’ve ever been with and not just because of your size. I’ve been drawn to you almost from day one. And in the heat of the moment I almost forgot where we were and who we were. But if Jack showed up here right now, we’d both be fucked.” The realization started to hit her.

    “Not only would I be heading for a court martial and tossed out of the Air Force, he would have ample ammunition against you in any future divorce proceedings. We have to be smart”, I said. The recognition of what I was saying (and not saying) washed over her face like a tidal wave of relief that was ultimately replaced by a look of fear and embarrassment. “Oh no, did I get you in trouble.” She genuinely felt sorry that she could have potentially brought the UCMJ (Uniform Code of Military Justice) down on my head. She was ready to just get up and run out to protect me when I stopped her.

    I bent down and kissed her softly on the mouth and when she attempted to stand, I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and bade her to stay sitting. Then I straddled her and sat on her lap. Having witnessed her strength, I knew she could handle my weight without any problem. I put my arms around her neck, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, “We have to be smart. At least until you and Jack are divorced.” It felt as though time stopped for a moment. I held my breath waiting for a response from her and then she whispered, “Is it too early to say I love you?”

    I assured her that it was not and that I felt the same way. But we needed to take things slowly and be very careful. If Jack suspected that we were seeing each other, he could really make life difficult for us both. Likewise, if any military folks caught her n my room, chances are that would be our undoing. I assured her that I wanted, no I needed to see her and be with her and please her in all the ways that she desired. This really excited her and she kissed me deeply and passionately. Her mouth tasted so good and I didn’t want to stop but we had to.

    I told Deana to go home and just be chill. If Jack tried to get physical, she needed to get out of the house and call his supervisor. I walked Deana down the stairs and to the back door of the barracks. We kissed again and she let me know that everything would be alright.

    After she left and went back up to my room, I could not sleep a wink. The taste of her mouth was still inside mine. The feeling of her flesh in my hands. Seeing how wet our interaction made her. How wonderful her weight felt to me. All these feelings and emotions were dancing in my mind well into the early morning hours. As the sun rose, I waited for the storm that was sure to come.
     
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    In the morning, I arose as normal: triple S (shit, shower, shave), put on my uniform and walked over to work. I began preparing my pilot briefings as was standard each morning. But I was a bit jumpy. I kept waiting for either my station chief or a crazed Jack to walk through the door. Each time I would hear the outer door to the office open, I had to prepare myself to either verbally or physically defend myself. By the time I closed the office for lunch, I was highly agitated. Instead of eating in the chow hall, I went to my room and caught a nap.

    After lunch, I went back to the office. As the day went on my anxiety subsided a bit, but not completely. By the time dinner was over, I relaxed some. I stayed in my room with my headphones on listening to music. As the night wore on though, my anxiety was replaced by feelings of dread. Did something happen to Deana? Did Jack go crazy and harm her? The suspense was made it hard to concentrate and the fear for Deana made me feel helpless.

    I slept restlessly that evening. Worry and longing equally competing in my mind. Did I put her off with my concerns? Was she alright or was she beaten by Jack’s hands somewhere in the small Korean town? The thought of that made me angry enough to pace the floor at 2 am. I had considered what would happen if Jack ever confronted me or if I confronted him. Either way it would probably end badly for both of us: him physically and me professionally. I had no qualms about kicking Jack’s ass if he laid hands on me or Deana again.

    Tuesday morning came with no resolution to the dilemma: No one approached me about Deana and she had not contacted me. Though my morning felt the same as the day before, by afternoon just a fear that something may have happened to Deana washed over me like cold rain on a late fall evening. I became rather anxious and felt that there was either going to be a showdown this evening at practice or that I was going to have to step up and confront Jack somehow.

    After work, I went to the chow hall but couldn’t eat much; my stomach was in knots. I went back to my room and again, paced the floor for a while. I played every scenario out in my head: how I would react, how I would be smart, how I wouldn’t let Jack get behind and sneak me. I’d keep my bat close at hand if he decided to go there. All these things whirled around my mind as 6:00 pm approached. One way or another, I’d find out what’s what.

    At about a quarter to six, I lugged my gear down the four flights of stairs and out the back door of the barracks and up the gravel road to the ball field. Most of the team was already there, warming up. After I put my cleats on but before I got out on the field, Jack, Deana, and Denny pulled up in their car. This was it, I thought. It’s gonna go down right now I bet. I got out on the grass near the side of the dugout and started stretching. If it was going to be a fight, I wanted to be ready.

    Jack got his stuff from the trunk of the car as Deana sat up on the third tier of the bleachers to watch. Young Denny went over behind the bleachers to play with a couple of the other kids who came with their parents. Deana kept glancing at me but made sure not to prolong her gaze. Once Jack had his cleats on and glove in hand, he began to walk toward me. Alright, let’s get it on, I thought. But when he came up to me, all he said was, “Hey, you wanna warm up, Dale?” What the hell was going on?


    Practice went on as normal. Plenty of fielding, hitting the cutoff man from the outfield, and hitting practice. When I debuted my new swing at practice, most everybody took notice. Most of my shots were good line drives out to center and left center field. A couple bounced over the fence and one hit the fence on the fly. Our team captain was impressed with how hard and how deep I hit the ball. Hoss, one of my teammates, jokingly speculated that I had gotten hold of some steroids. That cracked everyone up and suddenly made me feel at ease.

    The entire practice, Deana barely looked at me and didn’t cheer for any of my hits, even though she’s the one that helped me with my swing. I was all at once confused, relived, and emotionally hurt. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. Had I imagined everything? If so, I needed intensive psychiatric help. Was she punishing me for what I said? Was she being coerced into ignoring me by Jack? I was at loss.

    After practice, a bunch of us went back to the barracks and cracked open a case of Bud Light. Someone brought out a few bags of chips. I made eye contact with Deana several times but she didn’t really acknowledge it. I was getting a bit frustrated and a little sad. But after about 20 minutes, Jack did his disappearing act with Connie again. That’s when Deana gave me the ‘high sign’.

    She came and stood behind me and to my right. I was about to turn around and she whispered, “Don’t!” I took that to mean don’t turn around so I didn’t. I was anxious to find out what was going on. She could tell that I was more than a bit confused. She said, “First I want to tell you that everything is alright. I guess Jack was so fucking drunk that night, he doesn’t remember any of it. He woke up the next morning and wondered why his face hurt. I told him he smacked me in his sleep and I hit him back out of reflex. He doesn’t remember why he hit me, that I hit him back, or that I left the apartment. He even apologized.”

    That came as a pleasant surprise. No wonder Jack hadn’t confronted me. Thank goodness for beer and tequila (Jack’s shot of choice). I told her that I was really worried about her for the last few days. She told me that was sweet and then she said something that made me fall deeper in love with her. She said, “I missed you so much. The way you touched me and kissed me is something I’ve never felt. I want more of that, more of you.” Of course, I was elated to hear that but I was curious, why was she ignoring all afternoon?

    “I took to heart what you said about us being smart. I never want to put you into a bad situation. I don’t want you to have to go to jail or the brig or whatever they call it. I don’t want to get you kicked out of the military.” That she considered my military/professional future and the situation we were in made me want her even more. I had spent many years dating people who, ultimately, didn’t really care much about my military career. It was refreshing to have someone think of me first for once.

    She continued, “So I thought it best if I appeared to ignore you as much as possible. Just in case Jack suddenly remembered what happened that night.” That was a smart course of action considering the circumstances, I thought. Then Deana said something the reminded me of just how intelligent she is. “Jack is a creature of habit. There are certain things he does, he’s predictable. We will have ample opportunity to get together.” I liked the sound of that.

    Just then, Connie came out of the barracks looking disheveled. Jack wasn’t far behind, pulling his shirt out of his shorts. Deana had moved away from me and was going over to engage with Denny and the other kids. I found myself staring at the way she walked and moved. Her large girth had become a thing of beauty to me and I wanted to absorb every moment that I could. I must have been mesmerized by her form because I didn’t notice Jack walking up until he was almost on me. I thought he caught me staring at Deana. But instead he asked, “Hey Dale, me and some of the Lockheed guys do poker night on Wednesdays. You wanna join in?”

    While I was still a little wary of Jack’s motives, I didn’t want to let on that I was. I let him know that I was down with playing poker with the guys but not this week. I had some field training coming up and had to prep some equipment the rest of the week. But I would love to next week or the week after. In truth, I guessed that this was one of those opportunities Deana told me about. I relished the opportunity to spend time with her again.

    As I was leaving the gathering that night, I made sure to make eye contact with Deana when no one was looking. We were able to meet near a trash bin for a moment without anyone too close. She said, “Tomorrow night at 8:00 pm?” I nodded yes. Then she said, “I’ll bring something special, just for you.” My heart was aflutter when she said that. I wondered what it could be. I also wondered how I was going to be able to sleep that night.

    The next day, it was difficult focusing on my work. I kept looking at the clock and wishing time would go by more quickly. Eventually lunch came and went. The last pilot briefing of the day came and I was anxious to close up shop. At 5:00 pm, I ran down to the chow hall and got some dinner to go. I got up to my room, scarfed my food down, tidied up, dusted the furniture, and then took a long, hot shower. By the time I was done with all of that, it was about 7:45 pm. The anticipation was killing me!

    At 8:00 pm I was pacing back and forth in my room. She still hadn’t arrived and I was wondering if something went wrong. I went out into the hallway and shut the light in my end of the hall off. Then I checked the stairwell. I did this twice more by the time 8:15 rolled around. At 8:18 pm I brushed my teeth again as I felt they weren’t as fresh as could be. The clock ticked more and I started to get that weird feeling in my stomach. At 8:20 pm, there was s oft knock at my door. I opened it up and there stood Deana. She was wearing a nice red skirt and a stretchy top that really accentuated her bust line. She was also barefoot and carrying some 4-inch heels.

    She nimbly stepped into my room and I looked down the hall to see if anyone saw her come in. When I finally closed my door and turned around, there she was. Standing in the middle of the floor wearing a blue laced bra, panties, and those 4-inch heels. My mouth felt like it dropped to the floor and my cock seemed to launch like a rocket. Then she said, “You like it?”
     
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    The way you describe Deana I would definitely like her showing up in sexy matching bra and panties.
    Great way of covering over the masturbating, calling out, punch scene. I personally have never been that drunk that I don't remember what happened. But some people have.
    More please.
     
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    Time seemed to slow to a crawl for a moment. There she was, in matching bra, panties, and heels. What was particularly alluring was the fact the bra and panties were mostly see-thru: I could see the pink, aroused nipples and well defined areola of her breasts. As she twirled around slowly showing me the fullness of her body, I was amazed and delighted to see that she had very little pubic hair and that the crack of her ass was long and deep like the Snake River Canyon. The thoughts that swiftly ran through my mind would have made a porn star blush.

    This must have been the third or fourth time that I had been mesmerized by this vision of femininity, because the next thing I remember is her saying, “Dale, are you alright?” I was so distracted by her beauty that all I could say was, “Uh huuuuuh” with the tone of a starving man staring at a 7-course meal. She must have liked the reaction she got from her impromptu fashion show because she sashayed around the room a couple more times. Each time staring into my eyes to see just how much I enjoyed it.

    Now, I was able to take the full measure of her, in all her glory. She was wearing those heels and they helped accentuate her legs. I had noticed before that despite her weight gain, she still had some muscularity in her calves. Those heels helped define them even further. And every curve of her body was on display. Every roll, every fold, every dimple in her pristine flesh was there for me to see. My eyes could not drink it all in fast enough.

    After a moment of me practically drooling, she grabbed my hand, led me over to the bed, and sat me down on the edge. It was a reverse of the positions we last found ourselves in. She wiggled in between my legs and bent down to kiss me. Long, deep, and wet. It seemed so long since we last kissed. I had almost forgotten how wonderfully smooth and sensuous her kisses were. Almost. It was like kissing an angel who had devilish intent. She held my face I her hands, alternately kissing me hard, her tongue filling my mouth with warmth, and then lightly kissing me face, lips, nose, eyes. My face felt covered in sweet goodness.

    During this passionate embrace, my hands were not idle. My fingers were tracing the outline of her form, from as far down as I could reach, all the way up to the nape of her neck; lightly touching, tickling, and exploring. I began to feel a heightened sense of arousal just by touching and feeling her expanse frame. I wondered if I had always been excited by this and if I had been missing something all these years. There was a feeling that something magical was about to happen.

    With the way I was sitting on the bed, Deana’s height, and those 4-inch heels, her boobs were right at my eye level. Instead of greedily fondling them, I just marveled at how exquisite they were. They were large but not overly so. Her pale, untanned bosom seemed to almost glow in the low light of my room. Her breasts were all natural (a plus) and there was a heaviness to them. Yes, there were stretch marks on them but it seemed to make them even more appealing; they were perfectly imperfect. When I finally got the courage to slip her bra off and palm one of her gorgeous globes, I was wonderfully pleased at how her tits fit in my large hands and how the flesh filled the spaces between my fingers.

    As I fondled and suckled her breast, Deana seemed to delight in what I was doing. I made sure to pay equal attention to both of her magnificent melons. Licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling her nipples. She moaned softly. Sometimes you can suck or nibble a little too hard; every person has a different threshold for both pleasure and pain. Deana seemed to enjoy me sucking and gently teasing her nipples. The harder I sucked, the more she moaned. At one point, she reached down into her panties and began to play with her clitoris. I knew then that she really enjoyed this.

    I was enjoying myself as well. While she was pleasuring herself, I could feel the motion of her hand against my crotch. The motions started off slowly but began to gather more speed. The rhythm was very arousing. I felt as though she was bringing herself (with an assist from me) close to climax. That’s when I brought my other hand down inside her panties and rested upon hers. I wanted to feel her come by her own hand. But instead of continuing to rub herself, she took her wet fingers out and placed my hand where hers had been. She restarted her masturbation guiding my hand to bring her pleasure. I felt a little like Inspector Gadget: One hand fondling her breasts, another rubbing her vulva and clitoris, while my mouth sucked hungrily on her nipples.

    I must have been doing something right because all of a sudden, her body stiffened, I felt the muscles in her legs tighten. She arched her back which pulled her titty form my mouth and he let out a low, deep, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk!” She had been holding onto my shoulder and her grip tightened to the point of causing a slight bit of pain (which was well worth it). Once her orgasm subsided, she kicked her shoes off and proceeded to bend down on her knees in front of me. That’s when I stood up and gently guided her to stand and sit on the bed with me.

    She was still breathing heavily and I was as well. She sat on the bed next to me and put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. After a while, she climbed completely onto the bed and laid down beside me. I also laid down next to her and continued to run my hand all along her body while kissing her softly. “Deana”, I said. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way and I don’t want you to feel obligated either. But I don’t want to be a fling or your way to get revenge on Jack. There is something about you that just draws me to you. I like that feeling and I don’t want it to end. Ever. I want to really be with you and see where we can go. And if you want to bring little Denny along, I’m cool with that. I just don’t want to be used. I’ve had enough of that in my life.”

    She just lay there for a minute and then tears welled up in her eyes. I tried to dry them and asked her why she was crying. She said, “When we first began talking, I thought you were just taking pity on me. Then I thought that maybe you just wanted somebody to fuck. And I was happy to have that, considering that Jack and I hadn’t been intimate in more than two years. Really. I would have been okay with that. But the more I got to know you and see with my own eyes that you’re not a jerk or just using me for sex, the more I wanted to be with you. I was unsure where this was all going. What you just said was what my heart truly desired.”

    We both lay there, cuddling and whispering into each other’s ear. It was a liberating moment to know that we both wanted the same thing and that this special relationship wasn’t just a fling. How long we laid there kissing and cuddling, I couldn’t say. It felt as though we were two young lovers discovering each other for the first time. We laughed and giggled. Fondled and caressed. Kissed and tickled. But all the cuddling heated us up again.

    Deana began to massage my penis through my shorts and I returned the favor, moving my hand back into her now soaking wet panties. When she pulled my shorts down and enveloped my cock with her soft, meaty hand, I nearly lost it. The feeling was nearly indescribable! I had never felt such an exquisite feeling from a woman’s hand before. It made me wonder how other parts of her body would feel. It was amazing how she must have known how wonderful the sensations were feeling. Her hand was so big and soft, it enveloped a large portion of my cock.

    I whispered to her, “You feel so good, Sugar Babe.” She giggled with delight and said, “The last time I was here, I told you I want this”, as she gently tugged on dick. Hearing her say those words again excited me beyond what I thought possible. Then she said, “I want you inside me. Deep inside me.” To illustrate the point, she rolled me on top of her as she spread her legs wide. It felt as though I were floating on air, our bellies smooshed together while her large, creamy thighs bracketed my body, steadying me. Then the greatest showing of desire and passion I had ever witnessed took place.
     
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    As I was preparing to enter her, Deana ripped off her panties. She didn’t take them off; she tore her panties off her luscious body and proceeded to guide my hard, thick, throbbing black cock into her extremely warm and wet vagina. Due to the previous lubrication, it slipped in easily. And though I had no real expectations, I was pleasantly surprised at how snugly we fit together. I mentally chided myself for having the preconceived notion that because she was bigger, her vagina would be as well. But there was increased comfort due to all the extra ‘padding’.

    I started slowly, gently; not wanting her to think I was some kind of animal. Being inside her felt the closest to heaven I had ever been. Her soft, supple body seemed to be bigger than life but also made for me. Her large, beautiful white breasts were moving with our shared rhythm; just slightly delayed. Her round soft belly jiggled as well and I found it to be very arousing. I was exploring different strokes to see what would feel best to her. She moaned softly and caressed me throughout.

    I was in full push-up position through most of this intercourse. I didn’t want her to have to bear my full weight (195 lbs) while we were making love. But there came a point where I needed to rest my arms a moment. When I relaxed my arms and laid my full weight on Deana for a few seconds, she must have liked the way it felt because a low rumbling “Fuuuuucckkk” issued from her lips. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, initially. So, after a few moments, I did it again. Again I heard “Yesssssss”.

    That gave me incentive! While I didn’t give her my full weight, I did allow her to bear much of it. With her eyes closed she smiled and then said, “You don’t have to be gentle Mr. Mocha. I’m a big girl and I want to feel all of you. Give me every inch. Hard!” I blinked my eyes in amazement. Was my new gal, my Sugar Babe, asking me to fuck her hard? At the time, because of our combined girth, I was only getting about half of my cock inside her. But after her request, I was trying to think of ways to give her the ‘full measure’. That’s when she reached up, put a hand behind each of her knees and pulled them up to her chest!

    That tightened her bottom and gave me some extra clearance to get deeper. I asked to make sure that she wasn’t being harmed or in any pain. She said, “Nooooooo. Please don’t stop. You feel amazing inside me!” With that, I continued to stroke her as she asked: firm, long, hard strokes. Each time I was going as deep as I was able. With each stroke she began to pant more and more. As the pounding became faster and faster, her breathing also sped up. I must have been hitting it just the way she wanted because she began to growl! “Do it Dale! Do it! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me”, she growled. All of this was bringing me to climax as well.

    Just as I thought she was going to cum, I laid all of my weight upon her while I sunk my hands underneath her big, jiggling ass, giving me leverage I never before had. When I was able to sink almost my full length deeply inside her, I think it surprised her. Her previously closed eyes popped open, staring straight at me. Since my arms had been locked behind her knees, she didn’t really need to hold them any longer and she reached up, wrapped her hands behind my neck and pulled my head down to hers. She growled, “I’m going to come all over you” and then kissed me deeply.

    Suddenly, I exploded inside of her and she, with our mouths still locked in an embraced, let out a scream inside my mouth! Our bodies were contorted in a slightly painful yet satisfying way. We were so tight together that I could feel her pussy convulsing, contracting and relaxing around my shaft. It seemed to make my orgasm last so much longer. Again, I briefly wondered if this was something I had been missing by dating smaller-sized women all my life.

    Afterward, we were both breathing heavily and sweating. I rolled off of her and laid next her trying to grasp the magnitude of what just happened. Was that the most intense, beautiful, sexy, immersive sexual experience I had ever had in my entire life? I think that it was. I know that it was. I laid there on my back just trying to get some air into my lungs; get my breathing to calm down. Deana rolled over on her tummy and put her arm across my chest. She was smiling that big, beautiful, luminous smile that I had fallen in love with. I said, “Mr. Mocha? Where did you get that from?”

    She said, “You are hot, chocolaty, and delicious. How did you come up with Sugar Babe?” I told her that she is adorable, cuddly, and the sweetest thing on this planet. We both giggled and just cuddled for a while; just really feeling happy and content. She was caressing my chest, playing with the hair there, when she grazed my nipple. I squirmed slightly. She said, “Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?” She began to play with them, rubbing and pinching. She propped herself up on one elbow to have greater access and probably to watch my facial expressions but then stopped suddenly.

    “Oh shit!” Deana sat up quickly and began looking around for her clothes. “I didn’t realize the time.” It was a little after 10:33 pm. “Poker night usually ends around 11 o’clock. They’ll be packing up and going home soon!” When she hopped out of the bed, I took special notice of how the frame creaked a bit and how her weight created such a dip in the mattress. It gave me goosebumps. I understood the urgency, turned on a lamp, and helped her gather up her clothes. I didn’t bother to put any on myself. Deana got her bra, shirt and shorts back on. The panties were a lost cause (I was going to keep them anyway). When she had gathered her keys, she headed for the door but stopped short. She stared at my naked body for what seemed like a full minute. She seemed to be struggling with something.

    “Did you come, Dale?” I nodded yes. “Are you sure? Were you satisfied? Did you enjoy it?” What was she going on about, I wondered? “Yes, Deana. It was incredible. My body is still vibrating. Why?” She said, “Well, normally I’d tell you that you have a rocket in your pants but you don’t have any pants on. You’ve still got a huge erection!” She was right; my erection never subsided after my orgasm. It stayed almost totally rock hard and got even more so when she was playing with my nipples. She was worried that I didn’t really enjoy our first love making session.

    “Sugar Babe, you have nothing to worry about. I was totally, utterly, and completely satisfied. But I have to admit, the very thought of you excites me to no end. You are far and away the most beautiful, sexy, alluring, and dangerous woman I have ever known. I simply can’t get enough of you. If you didn’t have to go right now, I would be begging you to come back to bed to allow me to love on you some more.” She smiled that freaking gorgeous smile and said, “I’m so glad.” I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as we made our way to the door.

    At the door, we kissed again, holding each other tightly. She said, “I probably won’t see you until the game on Friday. I agreed. And then I opened the door and made sure no one was in the hallway. Before she ducked of my room and into the stairwell she said, “Think about this Mr. Mocha: I was worried that you weren’t satisfied so I was going to suck you off to make sure. I was going to put your magnificent cock in my mouth, my sticky sweetness all over it, and make sure you were satisfied.” My brain tried to process this information as Deana quickly made her way across the hall and into the stairwell. I followed behind her and kissed her passionately once more. “I love you, Sugar Babe.” “I love you, Mr. Mocha.” I watched as she nimbly went down the stairs and out the back door of the barracks.

    Back in my room, the scent of sex was in the air and it made me pine for my Sugar Babe even more. I looked at my bed, which was a mess, and decided to change the sheets before going to sleep. Then I thought better of it and laid on the bed, sheets wet with our love juices and drifted off to a restful sleep. I wanted to feel closer to her.

    In the morning, I awoke after having very arousing dreams featuring Deana. Luckily, I didn’t have to be at work until noon, so I had time to do some laundry. I gathered up my laundry, detergent and dryer sheets and headed down the stairs to the laundry room on the first floor. Since we had made love on top of the blanket, I was thankful that any sign of our passionate encounter was limited to the blanket and top sheet. There were a couple of specks of something on the bottom sheet but nothing shown on the mattress cover. Not that I minded, but the Army can be picky about stuff like that.

    Once I stuffed my clothes and linen in the two empty washers, I headed over to the chow hall to get some breakfast. I took an extra helping of bacon and hash browns. I even got a side of kimchee. I felt famished and weak form the prior night’s activities. And all the while, the sights, sounds, and scents of last night were recycled through my brain over and over.

    There was so much about spending time with Deana that I’d never experienced before. Admittedly, I had thought that her weight might be a bit of a problem. I was worried that things would be awkward or wouldn’t feel right. Thankfully, I found that mostly, almost nothing was the way I’d imagined it would be. My thoughts dwelled almost exclusively on Deana. What was this spell she put on me? How could we ever top last night? When could we get together again? Would we make it back to the States with our relationship intact?
     
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    After breakfast, I headed back to the barracks laundry room and tossed my now April fresh clothes in the dryer, setting the timer for 45 minutes. Went back to my room, shaved, showered, and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was just before 10:00 am when I headed back down to gather and fold my laundry. Back on my floor with my full laundry basket, I see two men standing in front of my door.

    As I got closer, I recognized both men: One was an Army Specialist that lived down the hall. The other was the 1st Sergeant of Bravo Company, who had most of his young enlisted housed in the barracks I lived in. He was also the 1st Sgt for most of my softball teammates. As I approached them, I greeted the 1st Sgt, “Morning, Top”, I said. He seemed to be all business. “Good morning, Staff Sergeant Mason. Can I speak to you for a moment?” he said. As I opened my door, I was thankful that I had cleaned my room before leaving that morning.

    The 1st Sgt stepped in and looked around. My room was rather Spartan compared to most. I had very few photos since I took my ex-girlfriend’s pictures down. I did have a bunch of stereo equipment but it was also neatly stacked and recently dusted. After I sat my laundry down, I asked the 1st Sgt what was up. He said, “There were some complaints that loud noises were coming out of your room after quiet hours last night.”

    It was true. Deana and I were making love well past 10:00 pm. I didn’t think we were making that much noise but I was so immersed in the moment. The 1st Sgt made it a point to let me know that quiet hours were Sun-Thu 2200 hrs to 0600 hrs and that any violation would be swiftly handled by him. I acknowledged his statement and he turned to leave. The Army Specialist seemed to have a smirk on his face and left out the doorway, headed down the hall. The 1st Sgt stepped out into the hall but then came back in my room when the Specialist had left.

    Smiling, he said, “Dale, are you pumped up and ready for the game tomorrow?” I assured him that I was. “Man, you’ve been hitting the ball really well lately. What did you change?” I told him that I spoke to a batting coach and it helped me refine my swing. He was grateful that I was helping the team out. He also let me know that the noise complaint wasn’t a problem. He just wanted to make a show of it for the Specialist. He said, “You just keep handling your business. Whatever you are doing, its working and we appreciate it.” I was truly relieved to hear that. As he left, I thanked him. I closed the door and felt I had dodged a bullet.

    Our final two games were coming up and if our team won both, we’d be Area 1 East champs and have a first round bye in the championship tournament. It was a big deal for our ragtag team of misfits and a bigger deal for the post leadership. Our little post was basically an afterthought as far as the 501st was concerned and anything that would shed a positive light on us was welcomed. It also helped that the post commander was a very competitive person himself.

    After my encounter with the 1st Sgt, I was left worrying and wondering. I worried that someone may have seen Deana going in or out of my room. Was someone watching? Was I going to need to be extra careful now? I also wondered: Could we maintain our relationship over the next five months? Will we be able to make a go of it after we’re both back stateside? Most of all, I wondered if this was all worth it?

    Five seconds after that last thought, I knew my answer. Deana was my kindred spirit. She was strong, competitive, and giving. Like me, she was tired of being used or having her heart stepped on. She was beautiful and powerful. She knew how to treat the love of her life and from all accounts was a good mother and partner. That Jack ceased to see or value those qualities in her was his loss.

    Deana was unlike any woman I had ever been with. Not only in terms of her size. There were a number of things about her that I found unique and enticing. Her size was a quality that I began to think about more and more. I admit that at first, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it. But as I got to know her, got to watch her move and finally was able to touch her, I became intoxicated by the way she felt. The scent and softness of her skin, the way her flesh felt in my hands, on me, next to me; it was heavenly. And the way her body enveloped me when we made love? I could hardly contain my joy!

    As I started my morning shower, I reflected on our night of love making and how insatiable I was because of her. What particularly intrigued me was that she talked when we were fucking. It was different from what I’d experienced before. Sure, some women said a few things that seemed like prepared responses or standard lines. “Oh baby!” “That feels good.” Or “Big Daddy” (I hate that one) were standard utterances. But Deana seemed to sense what I was feeling or thinking and actually talked to me during our sexual encounter. She addressed what I was wanting and needing. And hearing her growl with satisfaction was a bonus.

    As I got ready for work, I was still contemplating the meaning of all that we had shared up to that point. I thought about how things would continue to unfold over the next half year. How we would continue to see each other secretly? How would we make time to talk without being rushed? Would she still want me once she’s divorced from Jack? What would be the arrangement with little Denny? How would that work?

    I left the barracks, thinking I may be a distraction or revenge of some sort again. A battle raged within my mind and heart. I didn’t want to be someone’s diversion or slept with out of spite. I didn’t want to be an experiment, to see what it was like to be with someone like me. Doubt had a sneaky way of clawing at my brain and it left a festering scar on my psyche.

    As my work day started, I kept going back to the thought that this was all a mistake or my wishful thinking. Pilots came and went. I muddled through the day on cruise control; never too high, never too low. I began to feel as though much of what I had experienced over the last few weeks was a dream and that I was deluding myself that Deana would ever really want to be with me long term. Suddenly, I heard the outer door to the office open. Deana walked into our office.

    “Hello, Sgt Mason”, she said while looking around warily. “I was hoping you could do me a favor.” I was surprised to see her there. She looked a bit afraid herself. Once the shock wore off, I bounded out of my chair and rushed into her awaiting arms. I think she worried that she’d caused some kind of problem. I had to assure her that no one else was in the office at the moment and that she could relax.

    That kiss was probably the sweetest, deepest, longest kiss ever. It’s a good thing that no one came into the office immediately, because I was momentarily oblivious to everything except her. Luckily, I came to my senses in time. I heard the outer door open again and whirled around to the other side of my desk. A pilot walked in and bumped Deana with the door. She was unfazed as she continued her spiel from earlier. “Yes, my son Denny is interested in weather and I was wondering if you had some weather maps or posters that he could have. It would make him so happy.” She was as calm as could be and I fed off of that. I assured her that we did have something that would be of interest to her son, but I needed to take care of the pilot first. Deana stepped back to allow the pilot to come up to the desk. I signed off on his flight briefing and he was on his way.

    When he had left and I was sure no one else was going to come in, I wrapped my arms around her waist and just stared into her eyes. I was enthralled by her beauty and I realized that she had a hold on me that I’d never experienced before. She began kissing my neck and face and whispering to me. “I miss you, Mr. Mocha. Damn, you look so good in your uniform.”

    Finally, I had her sit down and tell me why she was there. “I couldn’t get you out of my head”, she said. “There is something about you. You are a powerful yet gentle man. I just had to see you today. I had to know that it wasn’t all a dream.” I told her that I felt the same way. That I didn’t know how I was going to get through the long periods of not being able to see her. It drives me crazy.

    Deana told me that she has been teaching her son Denny about weather and that he seemed to be very interested in it. So she thought coming up and getting a poster or chart would be a good excuse to see me. She said that Jack thought it was a good idea as well. Thanks Jack!

    After we kissed more, she had to leave. As she turned to walk out the door she stopped, looked over her shoulder and said, “Why don’t you come hug me one more time.” I went to hug her but she didn’t turn around. Instead she stood there with her back to me, looking over her shoulder. As I slipped my hands around her waist, I could feel the flaring of her hips and then my hands rested on her soft, supple belly.

    Deana moaned softly. “Are you sure you don’t mind all of this?” I kissed her neck softly while simultaneously rubbing her jiggly belly and massaging her right breast. “No, Sugar Babe”, I said. “I love all of you. Every bit.” She moaned softly again and thrusts her bottom into my crotch area, gently swaying back and forth. Then she said, “Well I’m going to have to give you some of this very soon.” That sent my brain into overdrive! What did she mean?

    Just then, I heard the outer door swing open, so I flew back behind my desk. Whoever it was, went up the stairs to another office in the building. That fear of getting caught was enough to break her spell on me for the moment. Dean had to leave anyway so, I grabbed an old “27 States of the Sky” chart, rolled it up and secured it with a rubber band. I handed it to her and told her to give it to Denny. Then she said, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Mocha.” And out the door she went.
     
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