Big Beautiful Dreamer
ridiculously contented
~BHM, Touching, ~Sex - A shy guy finally takes the plunge with an online FFA
[Co-author's note: I found this orphan in the Discard Room and took it in for a hot bath and a good meal. The material after the row of asterisks is mine, anything before it is the anonymous originator. --Big Beautiful Dreamer.
Original note: ~BHM, Touching, and ???? -- truly a story with a lot of erotic build up and not even a named author that then goes absolutely nowhere. (Can't someone please adopt this little gem and do something romantic with it?)]
Nancy saw his personal ad on a dating Web site. Big Hearted Big Guy Searching. She skimmed the description a few times and then took a good look at his picture. He had broad shoulders, a cute smile and dark brown eyes.
Nice. But what she really wanted to see was him in person. Sometimes pictures were deceiving. She looked over the picture one more time, and she could see his round belly pushing his shirt a little bit, but it looked like he was trying to hide its true roundness. She went ahead and bit the bullet. He was only a few miles from where she lived.
It took a few days before he answered, and even then it was a few cryptic one-liners. She had to know more about him so she was persistent. She even sent him one of those silly getting to know you surveys that people love to send out.
She gained a little more insight, but, still, he didn't send any more pictures; she began to feel a bit frightened that maybe he wasn't as confident as he should be. Many times big men just don't have the confidence they should have. Nothing is sexier than a guy with a confident stride and a round belly, waiting for someone to come up and caress.
She found out that he used to do power lifting until he pulled a back muscle. All those guys had nice broad shoulders, rounded tight buttocks, and firm arms. Add a cute pot belly . She really liked fantasizing about going home with one of them, feeding him, taking him to bed, and riding him so that she could feel his belly and watch his eyes.
Nancy was 5'6 and a beautifully distributed 145 pounds. She wore a 40 D bra, and her nipples looked like half dollars with little marbles in the center.
She liked wearing scoop-necked shirts so that men could see. What they didn't notice is that when they stopped to stare, they usually stopped sucking in their guts; when she saw the roundness of their bellies show, she could feel her nipples tingle as they rubbed against the inside of her shirt and came to full attention.
She got more than her share of wolf calls, but the only ones that interested her were the quiet pudgy guys who just looked. She couldn't get enough of them. But now, just turned 30, she was ready to find just one quiet pudgy guy to have sex with every night.
Finally, there was a small breakthrough as her Big Hearted Big Guy, Pete, gave her his telephone number. She wanted to rush to the phone right away and call him, but she waited a day and a half before trying it. She got his voice mail. She left him a message with her number. She waited a few more days, tried again, voice mail again.
He had a deep voice; she could just imagine him moaning her name. She left Pete another message, hoping again for him to contact her. She got an e-mail from him saying that he'd been unusually busy at work, and when would be a good time to contact her. She told him to try her after 6 on most weeknights.
On Thursday night, the phone rang. Nancy's heart leapt into her throat. Hello?
Hi, can I speak to Nancy?
Speaking.
This is Pete, you know, from the dating site
Hey, Pete, how are you?
Doing just fine, I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. I've just been having a busier period at work. So you, ummm, you're, uhhh, really interested in me, eh? If you don't mind me asking: why?
Pause.
Well you seem like a really nice guy and Id like to get to know you better. And truthfully youre very handsome.
Me? Not many people say that, Pete said, with a self-deprecating chuckle. There was a pause. Im uh self-conscious about my my hair thing.
Hair thing? What hair thing? She couldn't remember much about his hair, her attention had been elsewhere.
Come on, its so curly.
Well, I guess I couldn't get past the warm eyes and charming smile.
If you say so! Well, I saw your picture, too, is that really you?
Thats me. Except the red comes from a bottle
She couldn't help but chuckle at that one. Here they were talking about hair; she couldn't help but feel that they were both avoiding something.
Fair enough. You look pretty cute yourself; actually, you look really hot in that picture. That's why I've been so hesitant. I have to be up front about something. The picture I have in the ad, that was taken a little over a year ago. I was around 175 then. But now, well I've packed on a little bit more, well, not really a little bit, about 50 more. So I guess I'm a little bigger now than I was in that picture. I'm working on losing it; it's just with work and stuff I haven't had the time to work out like I used to, and my back .
Nancy couldn't believe her ears - 50 pounds more. In her minds eye, the majority of that weight went right to his belly. She imagined him a broad-shouldered man hiding a basketball under his shirt. Well, at least now she had an image to go to bed with. She let out a soft moan.
Nancy? Are you okay?
Me, I'm fine, I was just trying to picture what you look like now. Do you like coffee?
Sometimes, why?
I'd love to meet you up at a coffee shop for a cup. I would love to see those dark brown eyes in person.
When? Like tonight?
If you're free, I'm free.
Why don't I come to your neck of the woods? Do you know Java Jim's up on Main Street?
Sure do.
Okay, what time?
How about in an hour, so that'd be um 7:30?
Ok, I'll meet you there, now is your hair still red?
Yep, but right now it's curly; I didn't want to fight the humidity.
Ok, so I'll be looking for the little red haired girl. He laughed.
Yeah, yeah, well, I'll see you in a little bit, Charlie Brown!
She got off the phone and went straight to the shower. While in the shower, her mind wandered to the picture of him and she painted on the extra 50 lbs. She made his face a little softer, but other than that, she added it all to his belly.
She felt tingly again; while the hot water ran over her back and down her bare breasts, she ran her hands along her body, soaping up everywhere. She took her large, soft yet firm breasts into her own hands and closed her eyes. She thought of him, of his mouth, his lips sucking on her nipples, his teeth slightly grazing them.
She slid her soapy hands over her stomach, down between her legs; she reached her clit and slowly began to massage it. Thinking it was his tongue. She wanted to spread chocolate onto her clean shaved pussy and have him lick it off; she'd make sure she'd have a whole lot right there by her clit, so he'd have to work to get it all off. Finally, she felt herself give way to a great wave of orgasm. Better than she'd had in a long time. She turned off the water and stood with her back against the shower wall for a few minutes to regroup.
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After a few moments she realized she was wasting time idly daydreaming. She quickly got out of the shower and got ready to go. She had taken much longer in the shower than she had planned so she had less time to get ready to meet Pete.
She toweled her hair and threw on clean underwear and a pencil-cut skirt, one that accentuated the curves of her behind. She hooked up a low-cut, chocolate-brown bra and pulled on a scoop-neck shirt. She added a diamond-cut necklace and earrings that looked like silver stars and a splash of perfume. Brown pumps with cork heels and she was ready to go. She quickly brushed her teeth and grabbed her purse.
Entering the coffee shop, she looked around slowly. There were a dozen or so people in the place and no one who looked as though he might be Pete.
Excuse me, She was still standing right in the doorway. She moved aside automatically, then glanced over her shoulder.
Hi, Im Pete.
Hi, Pete.
Are you Nancy?
Oh, duh. Yes, yes I am, she said firmly, a smile spreading across her face.
They ordered, Nancy still blushing a little. Nancy added a huge blueberry muffin to her order and when they sat, she pushed it aside.
Pete raised his eyebrows. You dont want that?
Nancy pouted. I guess Im not hungry after all. You have it.
Pete demurred.
No, really, she insisted, and slid it toward him. He ignored it at first, but as the conversation wore on, he surreptitiously began to take small nibbles of it. Periodically, though, he would push the plate away.
I should stop. Really. I need to lose weight, not pack it on.
Nancy would demur. I think you look really nice. A belly on a well-built guy is very sexy.
That one made Pete choke on his macchiato, but he didnt say anything, just spluttered.
Otherwise, the conversation flowed smoothly and quickly became loaded with hints and double entendres. Neither one made a protest about how they didnt usually just go to bed on a first date. Neither one hung back. Pete simply followed Nancy to her place.
Once they got there, she put on some music and, without being instructed, Pete slowly very slowly undressed her top half. His eyes wide, he gently traced her areolae, then leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth. Just as she had fantasized in the shower, his teeth were ever so gently grazing it. She moaned as a tingle rocketed through her body, a charge of arousal making her tremble pleasurably. He moved to the other nipple. Mmmmm. He straightened up and lightly traced his fingers around to her waistband, undoing the clasp and zip. Down came the skirt, down came the chocolate brown bikini panties. He started to trace her vagina, but she stopped him and slowly began tugging off his polo shirt.
Wait, Ill turn off the lights, he said.
No, leave them on.
I I its cold in here, let me leave my shirt on.
Nancy took Petes face in her hands. Pete. Dont be shy. I told you, you have a fabulous body and a darling tummy. Dont hide it from me. Please?
Pete sighed and she felt his body relax. Gently she tugged off the shirt.
Ooh, she said admiringly. A firm chest with a thin layer of flab descended to a simply gorgeous pot belly. Soft and round, it rested on his belt and love handles protruded over the sides. Before he could be self-deprecating, she gently ran a finger down his tummy, burrowing into the belly button, and gently squeezed the flab, feeling as she did the firm abs that lay below.
Oh, Pete, she murmured. So gorgeous. Mmm. She embraced him then and they were kissing, her hands squeezing his thickening waistline. Her nipples were by now so erect you could scale them like tiny mountain peaks and she could feel his erection as well.
Lets free that puppy, she murmured, and undid his belt. She felt his belly soften as she did, relaxing into the space. Off with the pants and underwear and his erection sprang to attention. Her arousal, though, was equally focused on his liberated midriff. His gut was simply perfect, just as shed imagined in the shower, retaining its roundness and accentuating his erection. She shivered.
Silently, he tipped her onto the bed and she flopped back, letting her head loll on the pillows. He climbed in next to her and they turned toward each other. Moaning and grunting, they tried to continue the foreplay but neither could stand it for much longer. Nancy reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup.
Pour this on me, she purred, and lick it off.
Pete hesitated only for a moment. He grinned and squirted it over her breasts, down her torso, pooled it into her navel, then traced a squiggle down to her shaved vee, scribbling a thick layer. He set the bottle aside and began licking like a puppy at a water bowl. Nancy moaned and arched her back as Pete licked her clean very clean.
Then he handed her the bottle and grinned. His turn. She carefully traced a thick line along his erection and tip, then began to suck enthusiastically. Now it was Petes turn to moan, and Nancys to make eager snuffling noises, as both came close to ecstasy without even coupling.
Hurry, Nancy moaned.
Pete got them aligned and entered her. In seconds, Nancy felt orgasm shoot through her entire body, arching her back. She touched her nipples, which felt like diamonds. Pete took the hint and began suckling them. Ahhh! Her sustained orgasm actually went up a notch as he climaxed as well. They both shuddered so violently that Nancy feared the bed might come apart. For what seemed like a long time afterward, they lay, holding each other, afraid to speak.
Finally Pete said, Nancy?
Mmm?
Tell me why you find this attractive.
She knew what he meant. It just is. Its incredibly sexy.
Theres nothing sexy about a fat belly.
Nancy shook with laughter. Wanna bet? Was what we just did not sexy? Trust me, pal, this was not sympathy sex.
The phrase made Pete laugh. But why?
I keep telling you, Nancy said. I dont know why. But it is. Id like to see it stay nice and round, maybe even get rounder. Theres something about a combination of a fit body and a round tummy that
She shivered involuntarily.
Just then, Petes stomach growled loudly. Pete blushed crimson.
Dont move, Nancy ordered. She hopped out of bed. I know just the ticket.
She phoned for pizza, then came back to bed and picked up the chocolate syrup.
[Co-author's note: I found this orphan in the Discard Room and took it in for a hot bath and a good meal. The material after the row of asterisks is mine, anything before it is the anonymous originator. --Big Beautiful Dreamer.
Original note: ~BHM, Touching, and ???? -- truly a story with a lot of erotic build up and not even a named author that then goes absolutely nowhere. (Can't someone please adopt this little gem and do something romantic with it?)]
Chocolate Syrup
by Anonymous/Big Beautiful Dreamer
by Anonymous/Big Beautiful Dreamer
Nancy saw his personal ad on a dating Web site. Big Hearted Big Guy Searching. She skimmed the description a few times and then took a good look at his picture. He had broad shoulders, a cute smile and dark brown eyes.
Nice. But what she really wanted to see was him in person. Sometimes pictures were deceiving. She looked over the picture one more time, and she could see his round belly pushing his shirt a little bit, but it looked like he was trying to hide its true roundness. She went ahead and bit the bullet. He was only a few miles from where she lived.
It took a few days before he answered, and even then it was a few cryptic one-liners. She had to know more about him so she was persistent. She even sent him one of those silly getting to know you surveys that people love to send out.
She gained a little more insight, but, still, he didn't send any more pictures; she began to feel a bit frightened that maybe he wasn't as confident as he should be. Many times big men just don't have the confidence they should have. Nothing is sexier than a guy with a confident stride and a round belly, waiting for someone to come up and caress.
She found out that he used to do power lifting until he pulled a back muscle. All those guys had nice broad shoulders, rounded tight buttocks, and firm arms. Add a cute pot belly . She really liked fantasizing about going home with one of them, feeding him, taking him to bed, and riding him so that she could feel his belly and watch his eyes.
Nancy was 5'6 and a beautifully distributed 145 pounds. She wore a 40 D bra, and her nipples looked like half dollars with little marbles in the center.
She liked wearing scoop-necked shirts so that men could see. What they didn't notice is that when they stopped to stare, they usually stopped sucking in their guts; when she saw the roundness of their bellies show, she could feel her nipples tingle as they rubbed against the inside of her shirt and came to full attention.
She got more than her share of wolf calls, but the only ones that interested her were the quiet pudgy guys who just looked. She couldn't get enough of them. But now, just turned 30, she was ready to find just one quiet pudgy guy to have sex with every night.
Finally, there was a small breakthrough as her Big Hearted Big Guy, Pete, gave her his telephone number. She wanted to rush to the phone right away and call him, but she waited a day and a half before trying it. She got his voice mail. She left him a message with her number. She waited a few more days, tried again, voice mail again.
He had a deep voice; she could just imagine him moaning her name. She left Pete another message, hoping again for him to contact her. She got an e-mail from him saying that he'd been unusually busy at work, and when would be a good time to contact her. She told him to try her after 6 on most weeknights.
On Thursday night, the phone rang. Nancy's heart leapt into her throat. Hello?
Hi, can I speak to Nancy?
Speaking.
This is Pete, you know, from the dating site
Hey, Pete, how are you?
Doing just fine, I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. I've just been having a busier period at work. So you, ummm, you're, uhhh, really interested in me, eh? If you don't mind me asking: why?
Pause.
Well you seem like a really nice guy and Id like to get to know you better. And truthfully youre very handsome.
Me? Not many people say that, Pete said, with a self-deprecating chuckle. There was a pause. Im uh self-conscious about my my hair thing.
Hair thing? What hair thing? She couldn't remember much about his hair, her attention had been elsewhere.
Come on, its so curly.
Well, I guess I couldn't get past the warm eyes and charming smile.
If you say so! Well, I saw your picture, too, is that really you?
Thats me. Except the red comes from a bottle
She couldn't help but chuckle at that one. Here they were talking about hair; she couldn't help but feel that they were both avoiding something.
Fair enough. You look pretty cute yourself; actually, you look really hot in that picture. That's why I've been so hesitant. I have to be up front about something. The picture I have in the ad, that was taken a little over a year ago. I was around 175 then. But now, well I've packed on a little bit more, well, not really a little bit, about 50 more. So I guess I'm a little bigger now than I was in that picture. I'm working on losing it; it's just with work and stuff I haven't had the time to work out like I used to, and my back .
Nancy couldn't believe her ears - 50 pounds more. In her minds eye, the majority of that weight went right to his belly. She imagined him a broad-shouldered man hiding a basketball under his shirt. Well, at least now she had an image to go to bed with. She let out a soft moan.
Nancy? Are you okay?
Me, I'm fine, I was just trying to picture what you look like now. Do you like coffee?
Sometimes, why?
I'd love to meet you up at a coffee shop for a cup. I would love to see those dark brown eyes in person.
When? Like tonight?
If you're free, I'm free.
Why don't I come to your neck of the woods? Do you know Java Jim's up on Main Street?
Sure do.
Okay, what time?
How about in an hour, so that'd be um 7:30?
Ok, I'll meet you there, now is your hair still red?
Yep, but right now it's curly; I didn't want to fight the humidity.
Ok, so I'll be looking for the little red haired girl. He laughed.
Yeah, yeah, well, I'll see you in a little bit, Charlie Brown!
She got off the phone and went straight to the shower. While in the shower, her mind wandered to the picture of him and she painted on the extra 50 lbs. She made his face a little softer, but other than that, she added it all to his belly.
She felt tingly again; while the hot water ran over her back and down her bare breasts, she ran her hands along her body, soaping up everywhere. She took her large, soft yet firm breasts into her own hands and closed her eyes. She thought of him, of his mouth, his lips sucking on her nipples, his teeth slightly grazing them.
She slid her soapy hands over her stomach, down between her legs; she reached her clit and slowly began to massage it. Thinking it was his tongue. She wanted to spread chocolate onto her clean shaved pussy and have him lick it off; she'd make sure she'd have a whole lot right there by her clit, so he'd have to work to get it all off. Finally, she felt herself give way to a great wave of orgasm. Better than she'd had in a long time. She turned off the water and stood with her back against the shower wall for a few minutes to regroup.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After a few moments she realized she was wasting time idly daydreaming. She quickly got out of the shower and got ready to go. She had taken much longer in the shower than she had planned so she had less time to get ready to meet Pete.
She toweled her hair and threw on clean underwear and a pencil-cut skirt, one that accentuated the curves of her behind. She hooked up a low-cut, chocolate-brown bra and pulled on a scoop-neck shirt. She added a diamond-cut necklace and earrings that looked like silver stars and a splash of perfume. Brown pumps with cork heels and she was ready to go. She quickly brushed her teeth and grabbed her purse.
Entering the coffee shop, she looked around slowly. There were a dozen or so people in the place and no one who looked as though he might be Pete.
Excuse me, She was still standing right in the doorway. She moved aside automatically, then glanced over her shoulder.
Hi, Im Pete.
Hi, Pete.
Are you Nancy?
Oh, duh. Yes, yes I am, she said firmly, a smile spreading across her face.
They ordered, Nancy still blushing a little. Nancy added a huge blueberry muffin to her order and when they sat, she pushed it aside.
Pete raised his eyebrows. You dont want that?
Nancy pouted. I guess Im not hungry after all. You have it.
Pete demurred.
No, really, she insisted, and slid it toward him. He ignored it at first, but as the conversation wore on, he surreptitiously began to take small nibbles of it. Periodically, though, he would push the plate away.
I should stop. Really. I need to lose weight, not pack it on.
Nancy would demur. I think you look really nice. A belly on a well-built guy is very sexy.
That one made Pete choke on his macchiato, but he didnt say anything, just spluttered.
Otherwise, the conversation flowed smoothly and quickly became loaded with hints and double entendres. Neither one made a protest about how they didnt usually just go to bed on a first date. Neither one hung back. Pete simply followed Nancy to her place.
Once they got there, she put on some music and, without being instructed, Pete slowly very slowly undressed her top half. His eyes wide, he gently traced her areolae, then leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth. Just as she had fantasized in the shower, his teeth were ever so gently grazing it. She moaned as a tingle rocketed through her body, a charge of arousal making her tremble pleasurably. He moved to the other nipple. Mmmmm. He straightened up and lightly traced his fingers around to her waistband, undoing the clasp and zip. Down came the skirt, down came the chocolate brown bikini panties. He started to trace her vagina, but she stopped him and slowly began tugging off his polo shirt.
Wait, Ill turn off the lights, he said.
No, leave them on.
I I its cold in here, let me leave my shirt on.
Nancy took Petes face in her hands. Pete. Dont be shy. I told you, you have a fabulous body and a darling tummy. Dont hide it from me. Please?
Pete sighed and she felt his body relax. Gently she tugged off the shirt.
Ooh, she said admiringly. A firm chest with a thin layer of flab descended to a simply gorgeous pot belly. Soft and round, it rested on his belt and love handles protruded over the sides. Before he could be self-deprecating, she gently ran a finger down his tummy, burrowing into the belly button, and gently squeezed the flab, feeling as she did the firm abs that lay below.
Oh, Pete, she murmured. So gorgeous. Mmm. She embraced him then and they were kissing, her hands squeezing his thickening waistline. Her nipples were by now so erect you could scale them like tiny mountain peaks and she could feel his erection as well.
Lets free that puppy, she murmured, and undid his belt. She felt his belly soften as she did, relaxing into the space. Off with the pants and underwear and his erection sprang to attention. Her arousal, though, was equally focused on his liberated midriff. His gut was simply perfect, just as shed imagined in the shower, retaining its roundness and accentuating his erection. She shivered.
Silently, he tipped her onto the bed and she flopped back, letting her head loll on the pillows. He climbed in next to her and they turned toward each other. Moaning and grunting, they tried to continue the foreplay but neither could stand it for much longer. Nancy reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup.
Pour this on me, she purred, and lick it off.
Pete hesitated only for a moment. He grinned and squirted it over her breasts, down her torso, pooled it into her navel, then traced a squiggle down to her shaved vee, scribbling a thick layer. He set the bottle aside and began licking like a puppy at a water bowl. Nancy moaned and arched her back as Pete licked her clean very clean.
Then he handed her the bottle and grinned. His turn. She carefully traced a thick line along his erection and tip, then began to suck enthusiastically. Now it was Petes turn to moan, and Nancys to make eager snuffling noises, as both came close to ecstasy without even coupling.
Hurry, Nancy moaned.
Pete got them aligned and entered her. In seconds, Nancy felt orgasm shoot through her entire body, arching her back. She touched her nipples, which felt like diamonds. Pete took the hint and began suckling them. Ahhh! Her sustained orgasm actually went up a notch as he climaxed as well. They both shuddered so violently that Nancy feared the bed might come apart. For what seemed like a long time afterward, they lay, holding each other, afraid to speak.
Finally Pete said, Nancy?
Mmm?
Tell me why you find this attractive.
She knew what he meant. It just is. Its incredibly sexy.
Theres nothing sexy about a fat belly.
Nancy shook with laughter. Wanna bet? Was what we just did not sexy? Trust me, pal, this was not sympathy sex.
The phrase made Pete laugh. But why?
I keep telling you, Nancy said. I dont know why. But it is. Id like to see it stay nice and round, maybe even get rounder. Theres something about a combination of a fit body and a round tummy that
She shivered involuntarily.
Just then, Petes stomach growled loudly. Pete blushed crimson.
Dont move, Nancy ordered. She hopped out of bed. I know just the ticket.
She phoned for pizza, then came back to bed and picked up the chocolate syrup.
