Tad
Dimensions' loiterer
~BBW, ~BHM, Romance, Sex, ~SWG - what starts out as a strenuous hike turns into a sensual explosion
As we approached yet another hill I fought my ancient Jetta down into second gear, and made sure to glance sideways to watch Jenny's chubby thighs jiggle and dance as we passed over an especially rough patch of the gravel road.
It took an effort to wrench my eyes back to the road afterwards. The sight of those soft thighs really put me into a tizzy. She was wearing olive green shorts that didn't cover much of her thighs where they met the seat, but reached forward to dig into the top of her thighs halfway down to her knees.
What was left exposed was all delightfully soft looking pale pinkish flesh. Her two thighs met in the middle, and ran together down to pudgy rolls surrounding rounded knees. We topped the hill, and I threw the car back into third and accelerated slightly just as we hit a stretch of washboard. I was only able to steal a quick glance at my lovely passenger as I held tight to the wheel.
As we cleared the washboard I glanced over, to see Jenny just looking away, with slightly lowered eyes. I realized with a grin that she must have been watching the gyrations of my belly and or breasts while I was watching her thighs. My belly hung over the seatbelt, and I knew from lightly touching it when driving over rough roads that it bounced and flounced with the slightest jolt to the car. I suspect that my male breasts bounced even more, and I briefly envied women their bras, before once again recalling all the complaints about how uncomfortable they are.
We sat in awkward silence as the tape deck reversed, and started Dire Strait's "Alchemy" for the second time this trip. Mentally, I cursed myself for forgetting to bring along any other tapes. I glanced at the odometer again, just another three and a half miles to the turn off, and then only a few minute drive to the where we were supposed to park. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. The day was hot, sticky, and oppressive, and with the windows rolled up to keep the dust out the car was getting even hotter, despite the heavy overcast.
"I am going to sweat to death climbing this stupid trail" I lamented to myself. Why had I been so foolish as to nod and agree that hiking up to a large hill to a see a stupid spring fed pond sounded like fun? Mike had described the trail as easy, but he jogged three miles every day. I like walking, but hauling my bulk up a hill would be tough at the best of times, and in the heat and humidity I just knew that I was going to flounder like a beached whale.
I'd hoped that Jenny wouldn't be interested. After all while she wasn't as large as I was, she wasn't thin either. I really hadn't expected her to volunteer to take her short and well padded legs up a steep dirt trail.
Although I'd seen, and admired, Jenny at work for a couple of years, it was only at the year end party that night that we'd really talked and hit it off, so I really didn't know her very well. I'd assumed she wasn't very athletic, but when she said it sounded like fun I hadn't dared to ask if she was sure she was up to it, for fear of sounding either desperate or condescending.
In the eight days since then we had talked during lunch break at work, and for hours on the phone in the evening, we'd even been out to a movie and for supper, but the conversation never came near our physical condition.
Lost in my gloomy thoughts, I almost missed the turn-off. I had to hit the brakes hard, and fight the Jetta's tendency to fishtail on the gravel. I eased the car around the corner, and continued carefully. We were now driving down what was in truth just a dirt track, not much wider than the car, bordered on both sides by large trees. Between the ever darker clouds and the interlaced branches overhead I had to turn on the head lights to properly follow the ruts that were our course.
Jenny rolled down her window and sighed with relief as a gust of cooler air circled around the inside of the car. Then she sniffed the air, and said "You know what? It smells like rain."
I glanced up at what I could see of the sky.
"The clouds have gotten pretty dark." I agreed, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. We returned to silence as we each considered the implication, then we pulled into a small clearing just as the first fat rain drops hit the windshield.
Jenny quickly cranked up her window. Within seconds the storm hit in full, and we could barely see the trees ten feet from the car.
"Wow."
"No kidding." Pause. Finally I ventured "I guess we're not going hiking today after all?"
"I guess not, we'd get washed down the hill side." Pause. "Unless, I guess, it ends really quickly." she said slowly, then quickly added "Not that we will want to sit here and watch it rain for too long, or anything."
"The trail will be really muddy afterwards too, I imagine."
"Yeah, and that could be dangerous. It would be silly, really, to go up now."
Jenny looked at me for a long minute, but I my mind froze, and I could only think how relieved I was. She finally turned to watch the rain. We sat in silence, staring out at the rain. Probably only for a minute, but it seemed much longer. Finally, I had to say it. I turned to her and asked: "Are you as relieved as I am?"
She turned to me with a relieved expression, and I was smiling even before she spoke. "Hell yes! I was worried I'd get half way up and get stuck. If you didn't want to do it, why did you say that we should?"
"It was Mike that said that we should, not me! and uh, well, I didn't want to seem like a wimp, you know."
"I only agreed because I didn't want you to think I was a total couch potato."
"I didn't want you to think I was a total blob."
We sat there with incredulous smiles on our faces for a few seconds, then both broke down laughing. Finally Jenny caught her breath and said "Man we are pathetic. Like anyone thinks that normally hike up hills for fun! I mean..."
She slapped her thigh, setting it jiggling, to show what she meant, and started giggling again.
"Oh sure, I LOVE to hike up mountains," I said in my best sarcastic voice, grabbing the roll of fat hanging out over my shorts "just so that I can roll back down them."
Jenny broke down laughing again, which started me guffawing again.
Just as we were slowing down, Jenny puffed out her cheeks, held out her arms at her sides to suggest being even fatter, and said in a low voice "Just set the pins up at the bottom of the trail and roll me over the edge."
And we totally lost it again.
By the time we had ourselves fully under control, our breath back and our eyes dried, the rain was tapering off.
"You know," mused Jenny, "now that we are here, it would be a shame not to go see the spring. We could take it easy, and agree to take breaks every few minutes whether we need them or not, so neither of us has to call it quits first."
"Yeah, it would sound kind of lame at work on Monday to say we drove out here for an hour and half, to be stopped by a little rain."
We ended up sitting in the car, waiting for the rain to stop, listening to Dire Straits and talking, for another half hour. When we finally got out of the car the air was a little cooler, but more humid than ever. I grabbed the small cooler chest that we'd brought along, and Jenny hoisted a knapsack with other odds and ends, and I led the way between the trees and onto the trail.
The trail was somewhat muddy, but contained enough rocks, tree roots, and gravel to provide decent footing, and was narrow enough that we could always grab trees and bushes along the side if we began to slip. It almost immediately headed upwards, and within a couple of minutes I was puffing heavily and starting to sweat, and Jenny was beginning to drop back. I topped a particularly steep section, gasping for breath, and stopped. I offered Jenny the cooler chest to sit on when she made it up beside me.
"Better yet, why don't you sit on the cooler, and I'll sit on your lap?"
"I don't think the cooler will support THAT much weight, I'm afraid. Besides, it is too low for me to sit on comfortably"
"Oh, good point." She sat, and I leaned up against a tree, as we played city-slickers-trying-to-identify-plants. Eventually she hauled herself to her feet, and said wryly, "We'd better get going or we'll still be here come dark."
She headed up the trail at a good pace.
I picked up the cooler and followed. The view from behind was spectacular. Jenny wasn't all that big in the upper body, but she made up for it in the lower body. She did have a nice double chin, and her t-shirt did arc across a reasonably wide and well padded back, and bulged over rolls formed by her bra strap, but if she was sitting behind a desk you'd say she was only plump.
From a relatively narrow waist her hips and bum seemed to launch straight out however, providing her with wonderfully full and round cheeks. Supporting them were equally full thighs that were almost as wide where they formed rolls above her knees as where they dimpled under the weight of her ass. Her knees were visible mostly as a crease in the middle of her legs, as her calves were also full and fleshy, until they tapered dramatically to ankles that seemed dangerously slight for having to support the rest of her. Her sockless feet were clad in a pair of canvas sneakers. As she pushed her way up each step, the flesh all over her backside and legs would shift, forming and re-forming into folds and rolls. I had plenty of incentive to keep up with her brisk pace.
This portion of the trail was somewhat flatter, and I was able to keep going without quite getting winded. I'm sure you could have heard my breathing a hundred paces away, and I began to sweat copiously. I noticed that Jenny's t-shirt was beginning to show sweaty spots down her back as well, but she kept going.
Finally, as the trail angled more steeply upwards again, she stopped. When she turned around I could see that she was breathing hard also, and her pale face was flushed. I mutely offered her the cooler chest, and she gratefully dropped down onto it. I stood bent over, leaning my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath and cool down.
"Why don't you take your t-shirt off?" she suggested. "It would help you stay cooler."
I desperately wracked my brain for some excuse, and when that failed, tried for a diversion. "How about you? The same things applies."
"The backpack straps would chafe too much, but when we get to the top I might." she riposted with a wink. "You should do it now though, I love to watch half naked sweaty guys."
What could I say to that? I dutifully untucked my t-shirt from my shorts, and pulled it off over my head, letting my belly hang unobscured. Jenny stood up, and ran her fingers under the love handles bulging out over the waist of my shorts. Despite the heat I felt a cold shiver run down my back.
"I especially like to watch half naked sweaty guys with bellies like this."
While I stood there, dumb with shock, she headed up the trail again. I'd been attracted to her since I first saw her, and when I realized that she hadn't had a boyfriend in the two years that we'd worked in the same company, I'd dared to dream that she'd look beyond my weight and consider going out with me. It had been too much to even hope that in reality she'd be as attracted to big people as I am.
I'd known that I should have been going to the gym more regularly, spending more time on the cardio machines, cutting back on snacks, slimming down, but instead I'd done the opposite. I was forty pounds heavier than when I'd started, and while I liked to tell myself it was a normal part of getting older, I knew that it was at least partially so that I'd be so fat that I'd never have to wonder if she was repulsed by me. When we had started talking and getting along so well, I'd figured that she had trouble getting dates too, and was willing to overlook my size because of my personality. Now she was saying she liked me like this?
When I finally shook off my amazement she was already at the top of the first steep section, and watched me struggle up it with a huge smile on her face. When I had almost reached her she turned around and headed off again, and I'd swear she put an extra waggle in tail.
She set a punishing pace for several minutes, never quite allowing me to catch up. The cooler seemed to be getting heavier by the step, and I was soon panting for breath and running with rivers of sweat. I came to the bottom of what looked to me like almost a cliff, to see Jenny scramble over the top on all fours. I simply didn't have the energy to try and make it up with only one free hand and burdened with the cooler.
"I have to take a break." I puffed, ashamed that I couldn't keep up with her, but annoyed that after suggesting frequent breaks and an easy pace she had done the opposite.
"Good, my legs are just burning from that last climb." She panted back.
"Why didn't you stop earlier then?"
"I wanted to see how much I could take" Although I couldn't see her from where I stood, I could hear her smile.
"Nice of you to warn me ahead of time! I think I'm half way to a heart attack."
"You could have called a stop earlier too, you know."
I didn't have an answer to that, so I said nothing. Instead, I pulled a coke out of the cooler and gratefully drained it.
Eventually I offered "Ready to go?" although I still felt tired.
"Sure!"
I picked up the cooler, and carefully made my way up the rocks. They weren't as steep as they had looked at first, but it was a little tricky to get the cooler up. I had to lift it up, brace it on a ledge, take a step or two up myself while still bracing it, then lift it up again to the next little ledge. It only took a minute or so, but by the time I made it up my right arm feeling pretty wiped out.
Jenny was standing at the next turning in the trail, maybe a hundred feet ahead.
"This next part seems flatter," she called back, "but it is really narrow."
I switched the cooler to my left hand, and trudged forward, after her receding back.
The vegetation was different here, with less pine trees, and more underbrush. The trail was indeed narrow, with bushes encroaching from each side, with some branches reaching right out onto the trail. Although Jenny set a sedate pace, I never got closer than about ten feet back from her, to avoid being whipped by branches she had pushed out of the way.
My concentration was mostly taken up with avoiding branches and keeping the cooler from getting tangled in the bushes, as the trail wasn't really wide enough for both me and it at the same time. It took me a couple of minutes, therefore, to notice that something was different about Jenny.
Finally I realized what it was: no bra straps cutting into her back. I swallowed hard, missed seeing a stone, and tripped over it. I kept my feet only by dropping the cooler and then jumping over it. The cooler made quite a bit of noise when I dropped it, and Jenny turned around and walked back.
"Are you OK?" she asked as I goggled at the extra bounciness on her front that confirmed what I had just seen on her back..
"I, that is, uhh, I tripped. On a rock." I stammered.
"I dropped the cooler." I finished lamely. I suddenly realized that I had been watching her chest to within a foot of me, and I wrenched my gaze up to her face.
"Sorry." I wasn't sure if I was apologizing for dropping the cooler or staring at her chest.
"No problem." I wasn't sure which she was accepting the apology for at first, then a sudden sly smile answered my question. Then I realized how close to me she was standing, and it just seemed natural to reach my arms out to gather her in for a kiss.
She stepped forward until she was plastered against my bare belly and tilted her head up as I tilted mine down. I became aware of the pliant warmth of her body against mine, the softness of her hips under my hands, and the gentle pressure of her lips against mine all at the same time. Soon the pressure of our lips was much more urgent, and I felt her hands massaging my love handles, sliding slickly over the sweaty flesh. I slid my hands down to the swell of her backside, and began kneading the soft flesh there through her shorts.
Finally she broke away and said "OK, now I'm weak at the knees, and it isn't just my thighs that are burning" in a voice that had become deep and husky.
She continued "and I pray that if we keep this up you are going to be finding it hard to walk comfortably."
She gave me a meaningful look.
"Right." Pause. "The spring can't be all that far now, we can probably make it without any more breaks."
I picked up the cooler, and followed right behind her. She handed me branches rather than letting them lash me. Just incidentally, this gave us opportunities to let our lips brush, and for me playfully rub her bottom.
"You know," she said after a couple of minutes of this sort of charming progress up the path, "It would have been a lot easier if you'd just made a move on me in the car while it was raining out. I was beginning to worry that you weren't really all that interested in me."
"I guess maybe I'm a little shy. When I saw that you'd taken your bra off though, I figured that was a pretty good signal that you were interested in me."
"I hate to say this, I actually took my bra off because the underwire was chafing me. If I'd known that was all it took to get you to want to kiss me though, I would have done it ages ago!"
"Actually, I've wanted to kiss you since I first stood behind you in the cafeteria line at work, the third day I was there. I just never had a good chance to talk to you though."
She sighed, then was silent for perhaps thirty seconds. "That's OK, you caught my eye the first time I saw you in the hallway, and I didn't say anything either."
She paused for the length of a few ragged breaths "I really don't want to risk scaring you off here, but I really love your belly, and as it has gotten bigger I've just found you to be better and better looking."
She suddenly stopped and turned, staring me in the eye, searching for my response.
I put down the cooler, took her head between my hands, and brought her close, and kissed her lips as gently and sweetly as I could. When I pulled away I could see excitement and relief and ecstasy welling up in her eyes. I'm sure she could see the same in mine. We stood there, silently. Words seemed pointless; our eyes and our lips spoke volumes. Finally I reached for the cooler as she turned around. We carried on down the path, my load seeming effortless as my unfettered heart sang joy into every footstep.
I don't know how long it took to reach the spring from there, I truly don't. In my memory that moment lasted hours, although I can't swear that it was more than a few steps until we came out into the rough clearing.
We came out of the woods at the high side of the clearing, on a flat shelf of rock. The shelf dropped several feet, in broken layers, towards a steep and wooded slope at the far side of the clearing. It was perhaps twenty paces long by ten wide, and a ragged pool averaging only two or three paces wide ran two thirds of the length of the clearing. The pool was partially natural, but someone had cemented broken off pieces of rock onto the lower side, letting it build up to a depth of perhaps four feet in places. We'd been told that the water was safe to drink, being acidic enough where if emerged from the rock that it was essentially sterile.
It was a magical place, and of an instant I forgave Mike for his enthusiasm about it. It seemed only natural that we had arrived at such a perfect place at such a perfect moment. I needed a moment to absorb it all, as perhaps did Jenny, since she pulled a blanket out of her backpack and spread it on the ledge as I took several drinks out of the cooler and placed them in a shallow portion of the pool.
These minor chores completed, we melted into each other's arms again. We explored the explosive joy of kissing for some timeless period. Finally we broke apart, shy smiles on each of our faces.
"You were going to take off your shirt." I teased.
"Right." Her smile stretched wide, then she quickly and simply pulled her t-shirt over her head. I studied her naked torso with greedy eyes. Her breasts were bigger than I'd ever realized, but more full than protruding. A shallow valley, damp with sweat, separated them at her sternum. On the outer edges of her slight chest they merged into rolls under her arms. Their weight left a small hollow between her collar bone and the swell of flesh. They compressed the fat on the top of her belly into a small roll, which lay on top of a much thicker roll that ran from her hips across her front, over which were buckled her shorts. Her skin was a creamy white, with undertones of blue and pink.
I finished my inspection, and looked her in the face. She stared me straight in the eye, holding my gaze. My peripheral vision and my hearing together told me that she had unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and skimmed them over her hips and to the ground. Still with our gazes locked, I did likewise, breathing a small sigh of relief as my belly was set free to sag in its natural position.
"Shall we skinny dip?" she inquired with a half smile.
By way of response I pulled my briefs past what was now an achingly hard erection, and slipped them to the ground, then finally broke off our stare to untie my shoes and take off my socks. When I stood up, Jenny was still wearing her waist to upper thigh black panties, and she seemed occupied in watching me. Then slowly and gravely she too stripped naked.
The lower roll of her belly sagged downward just a shade as it launched out almost horizontally from above her pubic hair. Her upper thighs squished together lumpily. She had faint stretch marks down each hip.
"You're beautiful." I breathed.
"So are you." She whispered back, as much with her smile as with words. I took a moment to absorb that. I've stood in front of enough mirrors to know what she was looking at. A triple chin, breasts I always considered unmanly large, with a red and sweaty crease between them and my belly. A belly that was wider than my chest, with a belly button that was mostly just a crevice in a hill of flab that had grown slowly thicker year by year. That hill of flab had gradually begun to sag as it grew, and now hid any view of my pubic hair, and was almost brushing my erection. Faint stretch marks bore witness to the stresses my skin had seen as I grew. This she found beautiful. I almost cried.
I led the way to the pool, then jumped into the deepest part, and promptly broke the moment.
"OOOWAAA that is chilly!"
Jenny jumped in with me, and let her breath out all in a gasp, but managed not to shout.
"Oh come on, we have lots of insulation, it isn't THAT bad." She proclaimed, once she had caught her breath.
Actually, after the initial shock, it wasn't that bad. I ducked my head down under the water and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling instantly more refreshed. I brought up my head at the same instant as Jenny did, and we laughed at each other's exotic hair styles. Then of course we came close and hugged again. Soft flesh slid and pressed against soft flesh, and I felt something that had flagged return to attention. Our kisses were deep and passionate, hot explorations of each other's mouth, as if to counter the chill of the water.
I slid one hand up to squeeze and stroke one of her breasts, and I felt one of her hands trace the meeting of our bellies until it came to my erection, where it started squeezing and stroking of her own. Jenny began to push me backwards then, until I felt rock behind my knees, and she pushed me downwards, trying to make me sit. Before I could bring my fundament to the rock, however, I began to float. Jenny put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me down, so that I was sitting with the water lapping at my chin. She then pulled herself forward, until she was straddling my lap.
She reached down and grabbed handfuls of love handles, then whispered in my ear "I'm protected."
She used her hold on my fat to slide herself up and down against my belly, then quickly trapped my erection between her crotch and my belly, and lightly and slowly rubbed up and down. I reached down and grabbed handfuls of flabby hips, and pulled her harder against me, forming my belly to her belly and thighs. Each stroke caused mounds of fat to form and disappear as our corpulent forms molded their softness to each other, and ground one hardness against another. We let out little whimpers of pleasure at the same time. After some time of that she suddenly flexed her back, and I slid inside of her.
"Oh wow," I winced in pleasure.
"Oh yes," she mumbled in response.
It was hard to get her all the way down on me. Between the inches of my gut, and the lesser roll of her own, she couldn't slide down more than a couple of inches sitting as we were. We each leaned back, and she gradually wiggled down until she was fully embracing me. We were leaned back at nearly ninety degrees to each other, and she had to shift her grip to the front of my belly.
She dug her fingers in to get a grip against the pressure of my fat, nails stabbing little stars of painful pleasure into my skin. My own grip I had to lower until I was holding onto almost her upper thigh, but I still found no shortage of flesh to grab. She shot me a smile that was almost feral in its intensity, and I suddenly realized that she was as happy as I was to find handholds of fat, and to have her own gripped. Somehow I became even more engorged by this thought.
Leaned back as we were, we were almost collectively floating, and with only a slight flexing of my legs and buttocks I was able to cause small surges of tighter contact, and then the pressure of our fat would return us to equilibrium. It was a subtle pleasure, intense but maddeningly slow. I was desperate for longer, faster, thrusts, but when I tried to push Jenny up and down more quickly, my grip on wet flesh began to slip.
Jenny began to do something wonderful with her vaginal muscles, and I stopped being so silly. Both of our breathing was ragged and harsh, but we were able to keep at it. I gently surged, she gripped and relaxed, we pushed slightly back. Jenny leaned her head back, and began to pant with a low moaning noise. My hands and feet began to go numb, and my thigh muscles began to cramp up. I didn't want to break the position, but as I felt the long muscles along the back of my thighs slowly and agonizingly clamp up I let out little "Ahs" of pain, and I could feel myself approach the threshold. Finally, just as my thighs locked tightly up, bucking me forward and driving Jenny up and across the pond I came, and screamed out loud in mingled pleasure and pain.
When Jenny grabbed me and held my head up out of the water I was still mostly incapacitates in aftershocks of pleasure and pain. After several agonizingly painful seconds I was able to assure her that I was OK, and she helped me to stiffly climb out of the pool, then massaged the cramps out of my muscles as I lay on the sun warmed blanket.
We didn't leave the clearing until close to sundown. We ate our lunch, and we explored the wonderful reality of having an adoring and admiring lover. Greedy in our pleasure, we were exhausted as we headed back down the hill in lengthening shadows. Gravity was on our side this time, so much so that reached the bottom jointly sporting several muddy patches and one skinned elbow. Despite these hazards, it only took twenty minutes to retrace the path that changed our lives.
We later found out that having intercourse in water can result in unpleasant aftereffects for women, but we got lucky. Unfortunately, without the support of water we've never managed that position again, although we'd like to try it, if only for nostalgia's sake. Mind you, we've found plenty of other pleasurable positions. I'm not just talking about sexual ones here, mind you. I found getting down on one knee with a ring held high to be very pleasurable, and the excitement and tension of being at the alter certainly compare to anything else we've tried.
I should add, finally, for those who might not be quite clear on the fact, no, we didn't join weight watchers together. In fact, we were each a smidgen heavier when we got married than when we hiked up that stupid trail, and we thought each other was more beautiful than ever. We never deliberately gained weight, but we both love to eat, and we each think that the other's flabby form is truly wonderful, gorgeous, and sexy.
Hike
by edx
by edx
As we approached yet another hill I fought my ancient Jetta down into second gear, and made sure to glance sideways to watch Jenny's chubby thighs jiggle and dance as we passed over an especially rough patch of the gravel road.
It took an effort to wrench my eyes back to the road afterwards. The sight of those soft thighs really put me into a tizzy. She was wearing olive green shorts that didn't cover much of her thighs where they met the seat, but reached forward to dig into the top of her thighs halfway down to her knees.
What was left exposed was all delightfully soft looking pale pinkish flesh. Her two thighs met in the middle, and ran together down to pudgy rolls surrounding rounded knees. We topped the hill, and I threw the car back into third and accelerated slightly just as we hit a stretch of washboard. I was only able to steal a quick glance at my lovely passenger as I held tight to the wheel.
As we cleared the washboard I glanced over, to see Jenny just looking away, with slightly lowered eyes. I realized with a grin that she must have been watching the gyrations of my belly and or breasts while I was watching her thighs. My belly hung over the seatbelt, and I knew from lightly touching it when driving over rough roads that it bounced and flounced with the slightest jolt to the car. I suspect that my male breasts bounced even more, and I briefly envied women their bras, before once again recalling all the complaints about how uncomfortable they are.
We sat in awkward silence as the tape deck reversed, and started Dire Strait's "Alchemy" for the second time this trip. Mentally, I cursed myself for forgetting to bring along any other tapes. I glanced at the odometer again, just another three and a half miles to the turn off, and then only a few minute drive to the where we were supposed to park. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. The day was hot, sticky, and oppressive, and with the windows rolled up to keep the dust out the car was getting even hotter, despite the heavy overcast.
"I am going to sweat to death climbing this stupid trail" I lamented to myself. Why had I been so foolish as to nod and agree that hiking up to a large hill to a see a stupid spring fed pond sounded like fun? Mike had described the trail as easy, but he jogged three miles every day. I like walking, but hauling my bulk up a hill would be tough at the best of times, and in the heat and humidity I just knew that I was going to flounder like a beached whale.
I'd hoped that Jenny wouldn't be interested. After all while she wasn't as large as I was, she wasn't thin either. I really hadn't expected her to volunteer to take her short and well padded legs up a steep dirt trail.
Although I'd seen, and admired, Jenny at work for a couple of years, it was only at the year end party that night that we'd really talked and hit it off, so I really didn't know her very well. I'd assumed she wasn't very athletic, but when she said it sounded like fun I hadn't dared to ask if she was sure she was up to it, for fear of sounding either desperate or condescending.
In the eight days since then we had talked during lunch break at work, and for hours on the phone in the evening, we'd even been out to a movie and for supper, but the conversation never came near our physical condition.
Lost in my gloomy thoughts, I almost missed the turn-off. I had to hit the brakes hard, and fight the Jetta's tendency to fishtail on the gravel. I eased the car around the corner, and continued carefully. We were now driving down what was in truth just a dirt track, not much wider than the car, bordered on both sides by large trees. Between the ever darker clouds and the interlaced branches overhead I had to turn on the head lights to properly follow the ruts that were our course.
Jenny rolled down her window and sighed with relief as a gust of cooler air circled around the inside of the car. Then she sniffed the air, and said "You know what? It smells like rain."
I glanced up at what I could see of the sky.
"The clouds have gotten pretty dark." I agreed, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. We returned to silence as we each considered the implication, then we pulled into a small clearing just as the first fat rain drops hit the windshield.
Jenny quickly cranked up her window. Within seconds the storm hit in full, and we could barely see the trees ten feet from the car.
"Wow."
"No kidding." Pause. Finally I ventured "I guess we're not going hiking today after all?"
"I guess not, we'd get washed down the hill side." Pause. "Unless, I guess, it ends really quickly." she said slowly, then quickly added "Not that we will want to sit here and watch it rain for too long, or anything."
"The trail will be really muddy afterwards too, I imagine."
"Yeah, and that could be dangerous. It would be silly, really, to go up now."
Jenny looked at me for a long minute, but I my mind froze, and I could only think how relieved I was. She finally turned to watch the rain. We sat in silence, staring out at the rain. Probably only for a minute, but it seemed much longer. Finally, I had to say it. I turned to her and asked: "Are you as relieved as I am?"
She turned to me with a relieved expression, and I was smiling even before she spoke. "Hell yes! I was worried I'd get half way up and get stuck. If you didn't want to do it, why did you say that we should?"
"It was Mike that said that we should, not me! and uh, well, I didn't want to seem like a wimp, you know."
"I only agreed because I didn't want you to think I was a total couch potato."
"I didn't want you to think I was a total blob."
We sat there with incredulous smiles on our faces for a few seconds, then both broke down laughing. Finally Jenny caught her breath and said "Man we are pathetic. Like anyone thinks that normally hike up hills for fun! I mean..."
She slapped her thigh, setting it jiggling, to show what she meant, and started giggling again.
"Oh sure, I LOVE to hike up mountains," I said in my best sarcastic voice, grabbing the roll of fat hanging out over my shorts "just so that I can roll back down them."
Jenny broke down laughing again, which started me guffawing again.
Just as we were slowing down, Jenny puffed out her cheeks, held out her arms at her sides to suggest being even fatter, and said in a low voice "Just set the pins up at the bottom of the trail and roll me over the edge."
And we totally lost it again.
By the time we had ourselves fully under control, our breath back and our eyes dried, the rain was tapering off.
"You know," mused Jenny, "now that we are here, it would be a shame not to go see the spring. We could take it easy, and agree to take breaks every few minutes whether we need them or not, so neither of us has to call it quits first."
"Yeah, it would sound kind of lame at work on Monday to say we drove out here for an hour and half, to be stopped by a little rain."
We ended up sitting in the car, waiting for the rain to stop, listening to Dire Straits and talking, for another half hour. When we finally got out of the car the air was a little cooler, but more humid than ever. I grabbed the small cooler chest that we'd brought along, and Jenny hoisted a knapsack with other odds and ends, and I led the way between the trees and onto the trail.
The trail was somewhat muddy, but contained enough rocks, tree roots, and gravel to provide decent footing, and was narrow enough that we could always grab trees and bushes along the side if we began to slip. It almost immediately headed upwards, and within a couple of minutes I was puffing heavily and starting to sweat, and Jenny was beginning to drop back. I topped a particularly steep section, gasping for breath, and stopped. I offered Jenny the cooler chest to sit on when she made it up beside me.
"Better yet, why don't you sit on the cooler, and I'll sit on your lap?"
"I don't think the cooler will support THAT much weight, I'm afraid. Besides, it is too low for me to sit on comfortably"
"Oh, good point." She sat, and I leaned up against a tree, as we played city-slickers-trying-to-identify-plants. Eventually she hauled herself to her feet, and said wryly, "We'd better get going or we'll still be here come dark."
She headed up the trail at a good pace.
I picked up the cooler and followed. The view from behind was spectacular. Jenny wasn't all that big in the upper body, but she made up for it in the lower body. She did have a nice double chin, and her t-shirt did arc across a reasonably wide and well padded back, and bulged over rolls formed by her bra strap, but if she was sitting behind a desk you'd say she was only plump.
From a relatively narrow waist her hips and bum seemed to launch straight out however, providing her with wonderfully full and round cheeks. Supporting them were equally full thighs that were almost as wide where they formed rolls above her knees as where they dimpled under the weight of her ass. Her knees were visible mostly as a crease in the middle of her legs, as her calves were also full and fleshy, until they tapered dramatically to ankles that seemed dangerously slight for having to support the rest of her. Her sockless feet were clad in a pair of canvas sneakers. As she pushed her way up each step, the flesh all over her backside and legs would shift, forming and re-forming into folds and rolls. I had plenty of incentive to keep up with her brisk pace.
This portion of the trail was somewhat flatter, and I was able to keep going without quite getting winded. I'm sure you could have heard my breathing a hundred paces away, and I began to sweat copiously. I noticed that Jenny's t-shirt was beginning to show sweaty spots down her back as well, but she kept going.
Finally, as the trail angled more steeply upwards again, she stopped. When she turned around I could see that she was breathing hard also, and her pale face was flushed. I mutely offered her the cooler chest, and she gratefully dropped down onto it. I stood bent over, leaning my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath and cool down.
"Why don't you take your t-shirt off?" she suggested. "It would help you stay cooler."
I desperately wracked my brain for some excuse, and when that failed, tried for a diversion. "How about you? The same things applies."
"The backpack straps would chafe too much, but when we get to the top I might." she riposted with a wink. "You should do it now though, I love to watch half naked sweaty guys."
What could I say to that? I dutifully untucked my t-shirt from my shorts, and pulled it off over my head, letting my belly hang unobscured. Jenny stood up, and ran her fingers under the love handles bulging out over the waist of my shorts. Despite the heat I felt a cold shiver run down my back.
"I especially like to watch half naked sweaty guys with bellies like this."
While I stood there, dumb with shock, she headed up the trail again. I'd been attracted to her since I first saw her, and when I realized that she hadn't had a boyfriend in the two years that we'd worked in the same company, I'd dared to dream that she'd look beyond my weight and consider going out with me. It had been too much to even hope that in reality she'd be as attracted to big people as I am.
I'd known that I should have been going to the gym more regularly, spending more time on the cardio machines, cutting back on snacks, slimming down, but instead I'd done the opposite. I was forty pounds heavier than when I'd started, and while I liked to tell myself it was a normal part of getting older, I knew that it was at least partially so that I'd be so fat that I'd never have to wonder if she was repulsed by me. When we had started talking and getting along so well, I'd figured that she had trouble getting dates too, and was willing to overlook my size because of my personality. Now she was saying she liked me like this?
When I finally shook off my amazement she was already at the top of the first steep section, and watched me struggle up it with a huge smile on her face. When I had almost reached her she turned around and headed off again, and I'd swear she put an extra waggle in tail.
She set a punishing pace for several minutes, never quite allowing me to catch up. The cooler seemed to be getting heavier by the step, and I was soon panting for breath and running with rivers of sweat. I came to the bottom of what looked to me like almost a cliff, to see Jenny scramble over the top on all fours. I simply didn't have the energy to try and make it up with only one free hand and burdened with the cooler.
"I have to take a break." I puffed, ashamed that I couldn't keep up with her, but annoyed that after suggesting frequent breaks and an easy pace she had done the opposite.
"Good, my legs are just burning from that last climb." She panted back.
"Why didn't you stop earlier then?"
"I wanted to see how much I could take" Although I couldn't see her from where I stood, I could hear her smile.
"Nice of you to warn me ahead of time! I think I'm half way to a heart attack."
"You could have called a stop earlier too, you know."
I didn't have an answer to that, so I said nothing. Instead, I pulled a coke out of the cooler and gratefully drained it.
Eventually I offered "Ready to go?" although I still felt tired.
"Sure!"
I picked up the cooler, and carefully made my way up the rocks. They weren't as steep as they had looked at first, but it was a little tricky to get the cooler up. I had to lift it up, brace it on a ledge, take a step or two up myself while still bracing it, then lift it up again to the next little ledge. It only took a minute or so, but by the time I made it up my right arm feeling pretty wiped out.
Jenny was standing at the next turning in the trail, maybe a hundred feet ahead.
"This next part seems flatter," she called back, "but it is really narrow."
I switched the cooler to my left hand, and trudged forward, after her receding back.
The vegetation was different here, with less pine trees, and more underbrush. The trail was indeed narrow, with bushes encroaching from each side, with some branches reaching right out onto the trail. Although Jenny set a sedate pace, I never got closer than about ten feet back from her, to avoid being whipped by branches she had pushed out of the way.
My concentration was mostly taken up with avoiding branches and keeping the cooler from getting tangled in the bushes, as the trail wasn't really wide enough for both me and it at the same time. It took me a couple of minutes, therefore, to notice that something was different about Jenny.
Finally I realized what it was: no bra straps cutting into her back. I swallowed hard, missed seeing a stone, and tripped over it. I kept my feet only by dropping the cooler and then jumping over it. The cooler made quite a bit of noise when I dropped it, and Jenny turned around and walked back.
"Are you OK?" she asked as I goggled at the extra bounciness on her front that confirmed what I had just seen on her back..
"I, that is, uhh, I tripped. On a rock." I stammered.
"I dropped the cooler." I finished lamely. I suddenly realized that I had been watching her chest to within a foot of me, and I wrenched my gaze up to her face.
"Sorry." I wasn't sure if I was apologizing for dropping the cooler or staring at her chest.
"No problem." I wasn't sure which she was accepting the apology for at first, then a sudden sly smile answered my question. Then I realized how close to me she was standing, and it just seemed natural to reach my arms out to gather her in for a kiss.
She stepped forward until she was plastered against my bare belly and tilted her head up as I tilted mine down. I became aware of the pliant warmth of her body against mine, the softness of her hips under my hands, and the gentle pressure of her lips against mine all at the same time. Soon the pressure of our lips was much more urgent, and I felt her hands massaging my love handles, sliding slickly over the sweaty flesh. I slid my hands down to the swell of her backside, and began kneading the soft flesh there through her shorts.
Finally she broke away and said "OK, now I'm weak at the knees, and it isn't just my thighs that are burning" in a voice that had become deep and husky.
She continued "and I pray that if we keep this up you are going to be finding it hard to walk comfortably."
She gave me a meaningful look.
"Right." Pause. "The spring can't be all that far now, we can probably make it without any more breaks."
I picked up the cooler, and followed right behind her. She handed me branches rather than letting them lash me. Just incidentally, this gave us opportunities to let our lips brush, and for me playfully rub her bottom.
"You know," she said after a couple of minutes of this sort of charming progress up the path, "It would have been a lot easier if you'd just made a move on me in the car while it was raining out. I was beginning to worry that you weren't really all that interested in me."
"I guess maybe I'm a little shy. When I saw that you'd taken your bra off though, I figured that was a pretty good signal that you were interested in me."
"I hate to say this, I actually took my bra off because the underwire was chafing me. If I'd known that was all it took to get you to want to kiss me though, I would have done it ages ago!"
"Actually, I've wanted to kiss you since I first stood behind you in the cafeteria line at work, the third day I was there. I just never had a good chance to talk to you though."
She sighed, then was silent for perhaps thirty seconds. "That's OK, you caught my eye the first time I saw you in the hallway, and I didn't say anything either."
She paused for the length of a few ragged breaths "I really don't want to risk scaring you off here, but I really love your belly, and as it has gotten bigger I've just found you to be better and better looking."
She suddenly stopped and turned, staring me in the eye, searching for my response.
I put down the cooler, took her head between my hands, and brought her close, and kissed her lips as gently and sweetly as I could. When I pulled away I could see excitement and relief and ecstasy welling up in her eyes. I'm sure she could see the same in mine. We stood there, silently. Words seemed pointless; our eyes and our lips spoke volumes. Finally I reached for the cooler as she turned around. We carried on down the path, my load seeming effortless as my unfettered heart sang joy into every footstep.
I don't know how long it took to reach the spring from there, I truly don't. In my memory that moment lasted hours, although I can't swear that it was more than a few steps until we came out into the rough clearing.
We came out of the woods at the high side of the clearing, on a flat shelf of rock. The shelf dropped several feet, in broken layers, towards a steep and wooded slope at the far side of the clearing. It was perhaps twenty paces long by ten wide, and a ragged pool averaging only two or three paces wide ran two thirds of the length of the clearing. The pool was partially natural, but someone had cemented broken off pieces of rock onto the lower side, letting it build up to a depth of perhaps four feet in places. We'd been told that the water was safe to drink, being acidic enough where if emerged from the rock that it was essentially sterile.
It was a magical place, and of an instant I forgave Mike for his enthusiasm about it. It seemed only natural that we had arrived at such a perfect place at such a perfect moment. I needed a moment to absorb it all, as perhaps did Jenny, since she pulled a blanket out of her backpack and spread it on the ledge as I took several drinks out of the cooler and placed them in a shallow portion of the pool.
These minor chores completed, we melted into each other's arms again. We explored the explosive joy of kissing for some timeless period. Finally we broke apart, shy smiles on each of our faces.
"You were going to take off your shirt." I teased.
"Right." Her smile stretched wide, then she quickly and simply pulled her t-shirt over her head. I studied her naked torso with greedy eyes. Her breasts were bigger than I'd ever realized, but more full than protruding. A shallow valley, damp with sweat, separated them at her sternum. On the outer edges of her slight chest they merged into rolls under her arms. Their weight left a small hollow between her collar bone and the swell of flesh. They compressed the fat on the top of her belly into a small roll, which lay on top of a much thicker roll that ran from her hips across her front, over which were buckled her shorts. Her skin was a creamy white, with undertones of blue and pink.
I finished my inspection, and looked her in the face. She stared me straight in the eye, holding my gaze. My peripheral vision and my hearing together told me that she had unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and skimmed them over her hips and to the ground. Still with our gazes locked, I did likewise, breathing a small sigh of relief as my belly was set free to sag in its natural position.
"Shall we skinny dip?" she inquired with a half smile.
By way of response I pulled my briefs past what was now an achingly hard erection, and slipped them to the ground, then finally broke off our stare to untie my shoes and take off my socks. When I stood up, Jenny was still wearing her waist to upper thigh black panties, and she seemed occupied in watching me. Then slowly and gravely she too stripped naked.
The lower roll of her belly sagged downward just a shade as it launched out almost horizontally from above her pubic hair. Her upper thighs squished together lumpily. She had faint stretch marks down each hip.
"You're beautiful." I breathed.
"So are you." She whispered back, as much with her smile as with words. I took a moment to absorb that. I've stood in front of enough mirrors to know what she was looking at. A triple chin, breasts I always considered unmanly large, with a red and sweaty crease between them and my belly. A belly that was wider than my chest, with a belly button that was mostly just a crevice in a hill of flab that had grown slowly thicker year by year. That hill of flab had gradually begun to sag as it grew, and now hid any view of my pubic hair, and was almost brushing my erection. Faint stretch marks bore witness to the stresses my skin had seen as I grew. This she found beautiful. I almost cried.
I led the way to the pool, then jumped into the deepest part, and promptly broke the moment.
"OOOWAAA that is chilly!"
Jenny jumped in with me, and let her breath out all in a gasp, but managed not to shout.
"Oh come on, we have lots of insulation, it isn't THAT bad." She proclaimed, once she had caught her breath.
Actually, after the initial shock, it wasn't that bad. I ducked my head down under the water and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling instantly more refreshed. I brought up my head at the same instant as Jenny did, and we laughed at each other's exotic hair styles. Then of course we came close and hugged again. Soft flesh slid and pressed against soft flesh, and I felt something that had flagged return to attention. Our kisses were deep and passionate, hot explorations of each other's mouth, as if to counter the chill of the water.
I slid one hand up to squeeze and stroke one of her breasts, and I felt one of her hands trace the meeting of our bellies until it came to my erection, where it started squeezing and stroking of her own. Jenny began to push me backwards then, until I felt rock behind my knees, and she pushed me downwards, trying to make me sit. Before I could bring my fundament to the rock, however, I began to float. Jenny put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me down, so that I was sitting with the water lapping at my chin. She then pulled herself forward, until she was straddling my lap.
She reached down and grabbed handfuls of love handles, then whispered in my ear "I'm protected."
She used her hold on my fat to slide herself up and down against my belly, then quickly trapped my erection between her crotch and my belly, and lightly and slowly rubbed up and down. I reached down and grabbed handfuls of flabby hips, and pulled her harder against me, forming my belly to her belly and thighs. Each stroke caused mounds of fat to form and disappear as our corpulent forms molded their softness to each other, and ground one hardness against another. We let out little whimpers of pleasure at the same time. After some time of that she suddenly flexed her back, and I slid inside of her.
"Oh wow," I winced in pleasure.
"Oh yes," she mumbled in response.
It was hard to get her all the way down on me. Between the inches of my gut, and the lesser roll of her own, she couldn't slide down more than a couple of inches sitting as we were. We each leaned back, and she gradually wiggled down until she was fully embracing me. We were leaned back at nearly ninety degrees to each other, and she had to shift her grip to the front of my belly.
She dug her fingers in to get a grip against the pressure of my fat, nails stabbing little stars of painful pleasure into my skin. My own grip I had to lower until I was holding onto almost her upper thigh, but I still found no shortage of flesh to grab. She shot me a smile that was almost feral in its intensity, and I suddenly realized that she was as happy as I was to find handholds of fat, and to have her own gripped. Somehow I became even more engorged by this thought.
Leaned back as we were, we were almost collectively floating, and with only a slight flexing of my legs and buttocks I was able to cause small surges of tighter contact, and then the pressure of our fat would return us to equilibrium. It was a subtle pleasure, intense but maddeningly slow. I was desperate for longer, faster, thrusts, but when I tried to push Jenny up and down more quickly, my grip on wet flesh began to slip.
Jenny began to do something wonderful with her vaginal muscles, and I stopped being so silly. Both of our breathing was ragged and harsh, but we were able to keep at it. I gently surged, she gripped and relaxed, we pushed slightly back. Jenny leaned her head back, and began to pant with a low moaning noise. My hands and feet began to go numb, and my thigh muscles began to cramp up. I didn't want to break the position, but as I felt the long muscles along the back of my thighs slowly and agonizingly clamp up I let out little "Ahs" of pain, and I could feel myself approach the threshold. Finally, just as my thighs locked tightly up, bucking me forward and driving Jenny up and across the pond I came, and screamed out loud in mingled pleasure and pain.
When Jenny grabbed me and held my head up out of the water I was still mostly incapacitates in aftershocks of pleasure and pain. After several agonizingly painful seconds I was able to assure her that I was OK, and she helped me to stiffly climb out of the pool, then massaged the cramps out of my muscles as I lay on the sun warmed blanket.
We didn't leave the clearing until close to sundown. We ate our lunch, and we explored the wonderful reality of having an adoring and admiring lover. Greedy in our pleasure, we were exhausted as we headed back down the hill in lengthening shadows. Gravity was on our side this time, so much so that reached the bottom jointly sporting several muddy patches and one skinned elbow. Despite these hazards, it only took twenty minutes to retrace the path that changed our lives.
We later found out that having intercourse in water can result in unpleasant aftereffects for women, but we got lucky. Unfortunately, without the support of water we've never managed that position again, although we'd like to try it, if only for nostalgia's sake. Mind you, we've found plenty of other pleasurable positions. I'm not just talking about sexual ones here, mind you. I found getting down on one knee with a ring held high to be very pleasurable, and the excitement and tension of being at the alter certainly compare to anything else we've tried.
I should add, finally, for those who might not be quite clear on the fact, no, we didn't join weight watchers together. In fact, we were each a smidgen heavier when we got married than when we hiked up that stupid trail, and we thought each other was more beautiful than ever. We never deliberately gained weight, but we both love to eat, and we each think that the other's flabby form is truly wonderful, gorgeous, and sexy.
