~BBW, Imagery, Romance - a snapshot chronicle of a promising relationship
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It had been a tumultuous day at work....where nothing seemed to go right. I hadn't had one of those in a long time and was ready to get the hell out of there. Walking out to my car, one of my male co-workers fell into step beside me.
Jim was an okay guy......always pleasant....always persistent....but just not my type.
He told me a joke that made me laugh......it was becoming obvious that he planned on walking me all the way to her car even though his was parked on the other side of the lot.
"Just going home?" Jim asked.
I was, but didn't want to have to refuse another of his invitations to spend time with him...I was uncomfortable always catching his gaze slipping down below my neck.
"No....have to help my Mom with something this evening....." I replied.
"Okay then....have a good night, see ya tomorrow" said Jim.
I smiled politely and said "You too".
Glad to have skated out of that one so easy, I stopped at the market on the way home and bought myself some cut flowers and treats to enjoy after dinner. The frozen microwave meal wasn't bad but I was most looking forward to the cheesecake.....if I felt like it I knew I might indulge in more than one slice.
After dinner, feeling relaxed and appetite sated, I liked how I looked and felt in my new night gown. I stopped in front of the full length mirror, remembering how often I used to avoid my reflection but not now.....I know my full power as a sexy, seductive woman and revel in it.
Running my hands over my many generous curves, enjoying the silkiness of the gown's material under my fingertips, I was again amazed that I had taken so long to see my real self....the woman I always knew I was deep down. Full breasts, soft, protruding stomach. The gown lay upon the shelf of my hips and backside. How I had hated that "fat look" for so long but realized now that my figure is beautiful and feminine. I was glad not to be afraid of cheesecake anymore.......
Looking at the clock, I glanced at my computer console and smiled. I knew he should be on soon.......and I was looking forward to talking to him again.
Not wanting to appear too eager, I managed to wait another 20 minutes before logging onto my messenger.I saw his screen name showing as being online in my list.
I couldn't help but grin when he immediately messaged me with a greeting. I had nothing but good things to share because now I was happy....even after my harrowing day at work. Wow......it had been a long time since I had felt like this.........
Washington, D.C.
I hadn't been there in many years. I had booked a room at the hotel my online friend had suggested, The Hay Adams Hotel, near the White House. I was meeting him for the first time ever to have dinner that evening
Impressed by my accommodations, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. When the time comes, I called for a cab at 7 p.m. that took me to Sam and Harry's...a fine D.C. steak establishment on 19th Street.
I entered nervously, after nearly panicing in the cab, worried that I'd forgotten something.....thinking that I didn't look good enough and he would decide that it was a mistake to meet me.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the rush of nerves and insecurity to the back of my mind.
We were friends first...and I knew I had to stay confident he would be the same person I had grown to know from all the previous times and conversations together.
It wasn't long before a gentleman....a tall, dark haired, sturdily built.....ever so seductive...... walked up to me. I knew it was him but his pictures hadn't prepared me for the raw sexuality that eminated off of him.
He smiled and greeted me before quickly turning as they were led to a corner table by the Maitre'd. I was slightly taken aback by his brusqueness..... but decided not to read into it too heavily. Reminding myself of who he was....and who I was......a beautiful, confident woman..... I kept my cool and followed him at my own pace.
He held my chair out for me and smiled down at me as he did so. This relaxed me and I smiled back at him as he seated himself on the other side of the table. The white linen tablecloth, sparkling silverware, crystal and fine china....everything was perfect.
"Wow, it's so nice to finally meet you in person. I have been looking forward to this for weeks now," I gushed.
The first thing he said was "I'm sorry but I'm having a hard time right now. I am very attracted to you...and you look even better than you do in your pictures. I didn't expect that".
I was taken slightly aback by that comment, measured it for what it was worth and decided he was being honest with me instead of just handing me a line. Was he nervous as to what I would think of him? My earlier worry seemed so silly now...
He started us off with a drink order of red Merlot wine and a sampling of appetizers. I nibbled from each one, delighting in a mesh of flavors, sampling foods I had never tried before tonight. The conversation flowed like wine....so many different interests....new things to learn about one another. .
When asked what I would like for dinner, I told him I really had no idea what was good
and asked him if he minded to order for me. A smiled tugged ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth before he selected filet mignon, tender as butter, with a little horseradish on the side. Sam & Harry's serves perfect garlic mashed potatoes, a specialty, so we had those
and some veggies. Everything was absolutely delicious.....and so was the man sitting across the table from me.
He was doing everything right....
The waiter asked if everything was to our satisfaction....and we simply smiled.
Another bottle of wine? Certainly....
After a satisfying meal, the dessert tray. Again, we took a sampling, wanting to try a taste of everything. Iwas getting a full feeling....but couldn't resist just a bite or two....
We fed each other some of our choices and tried to decide on our favorites.
I met his eyes as he leaned over to let me have my taste of the sweetness on his fingertips.....and I felt a raw stirring inside of me.
Quickly, I broke off from his gaze....feeling a slight heat rush to my cheeks, hoping he didn't notice it.
Oh no.....we've just met....I shouldn't be having such a stir of physical feelings pushing me like this now.
This is something that had never happened to me with other men...and I wasn't sure what to do about it.
I wanted this meeting to go well......and wasn't ready for it to end now....nowhere near ready.......
An after dinner drink was suggested....but he said "not here."
I felt powerless to say otherwise....and liked how he kept taking the lead.
Yes...that was definitely making all of this much easier for me.
We were one of the last couples to leave. He hailed us a cab to take us to the rooftop piano lounge at the Kennedy Center.
There, he enjoyed a cognac while I ordered a kahlua but we end up sipping each other’s drinks anyway.
The view of the city and the monuments was magnificent. We went out to the rooftop patio and basked in the warm spring air.
Standing very close like this....our strong attraction to one another could not be overlooked.
It was all quite intoxicating.....as the whole evening has been so far.
"He smells so good......." I thought and I felt his hand rest gently upon the back of my bare neck.
I feel my spine tingle under his light touch. Butterflies began dancing in my belly again....and I was hoping that he didn't not notice how my breathing has changed.....
He was standing behind me....so near...and my treacherous body could not resist the urge to lean back into him...allowing him to feel my curves and bulges.
I now noticed how his breathing had changed......and it was my turn to feel his slight bulge.
He leaned down and left a light trail of tiny kisses up my bare shoulder, ending up behind my ear. His warm breath in my ear gave me a headrush, making me feel dizzy...intoxicated more by his presence than the alcohol.
I still thought about resistance......but my body was telling my head that what my brain thought it wanted tonight was not important. And part of my brain was concurring with my body.
We took another cab back to my hotel. I kept thinking on the ride there that I needed to cut the night short......but heard my voice invite him up for a nightcap.
"You haven't had enough to drink tonight yet, eh?" I chided myself mentally.
My body spoke up next, sharply reminding me again that it wasn't alcohol that I was after.....and I was starting to ache.
Fresh cut flowers had arrived in the room....their soft, pleasant aroma filled the air. The bed is turned down and a chocolate is on the pillow. I realized that he had arranged this; its why he had picked the hotel. He indeed was taking the lead, but in the gentlest of ways.
I excused myself to the ladies room....looking at myself hard in the mirror. I had to make a decision. I had known him for a while but this was our first meeting....and this was a bad idea.
I'm a much smarter person than this.....I should wait....argued part of my brain.
Breathing in several gulps of resolve, I went back out into the room.
A knock at the door surprised me. Room service arrived with a tray of liquors and, a surprise: some ice cream filled chocolates in a chiller with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.
He smiles at me impishly...and I had to smile back.
I overruled the receding scripts in my brain, deciding to put off until tomorrow thinking up a good excuse for what I'm about to do with him tonight.
We sit on the sofa and I pour the nightcap. We clink our glasses and sip. The warmth of the alcohol radiates through us. We look at each other and he again smiles at me.....a soft, knowing sort of smile.
Slightly unnerved at how adept he is at stripping away my potential resistance, I cannot meet his gaze again and instead look at the food.
“You know, I really cannot eat another bite,” I say. He gets me to agree to at least sample a strawberry.
Delicious, succulent..... the juice dribbling down my chin and his finger.
I leaned down and followed the juicy trail down his hand...nibbling his wrist....looking up at him....not feeling as shy as I just had a moment earlier. His eyes grow darker and he huskily asks me if it's good.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." is the only reply I cared to muster.
Feeling emboldened and meeting his stare full on this time......I run my hand up his strong thigh.
He is mesmerized by my hand and what it is doing.....
I lean in towards him and he quickly captures my soft lips in his strong, adept kiss.
My womanhood stirs again.....wanting to know more about his kiss and that tongue that wields it......
It is hard for me to break off from his kiss and I feel him try to pull me back.
I let my thighs slip widely apart....and that definitely catches his eye.
He looks into my face...and it is my turn to give the knowing smile.
I run my hands up my own full thighs....pulling my skirt up around my ample hips in the process.
Soft, thick thighs are fully exposed....as I reach up and pull my lace black panties down.
"Still hungry?" I ask. "I have a berry you might enjoy..."
He doesn't hesitate dropping to the floor in front of me.
I felt the first flick on my berry...and have to arch my back from the intensity that shot through my body. I could tell this was something he was skilled at....and once again could not believe my luck in meeting this guy. I let my fingers run through his thick hair, arching myself into his tongue. He kept licking up the berry juice...that kept overflowing.
I then stood up and dropped my skirt, pulling my blouse over my head. My shining locks of hair cascaded down my back, my breasts free and heaving from my labored, wanton breaths. I told him to lay down....he did so quickly. Only wearing my high heels, I straddled his face with my big thighs, feeling them jiggle as I positioned myself over him.
He quickly went back to his task while I pushed myself down onto his tongue....setting a rhythm that was causing my head to spin. He gripped my big, soft round hips, pulling me down closer...not wanting me to get away. I reached up and gripped my heavy, round breasts, flicking the nipples to make them rise. Sounds of pleasure arose suddenly and loudly from my throat.
I leaned back, reaching out to touch his swollen, stiff manhood. I delighted in it's thickness and how big it felt in my hand.
He really was too good to be true.....
I told him my desire and he allowed me up to turn, facing his manhood.
As he continued to pleasure me so adeptly, I showed him my own set of skills. Swirling my tongue around the head of it, I then took it partway into my mouth....letting my warm, wet tongue glide it's way down the back of it.
He moaned and bucked up to push it farther into my eager, hungry mouth.
It was sweet, tender yet oh so hard...and I was greedy enough to swallow it whole.
Holding myself down at the base as long as possible, I came up for air. He pushed me off of him, quickly positioning me on the couch.
I leaned forward, my big, heaving breasts resting on the armrest....while my big, soft, round behind was fully up in the air for his pleasure. My thick stomach was crushed beneath me.... padding me easily for the assault about to come.
His head teased my berry with several soft strokes. I looked back at him wantonly....leaving no doubt as to exactly what I wanted him to do.
He pushed the head in so slowly at first....then eagerly plunging all the way in.
My wetness was audible as he moved in and out.....and could be felt on the top of my thighs.
I met each thrust with equal enthusiasm....wanting to feel him all the way up inside of me. My head swarm with intense physical pleasure like I have never known...wanting more of this man with each slam. I couldn't believe I had tried to stop this.....this ecstasy that was meant to be fulfilled between us.
Suddenly, I felt a fierce intensity taking over my womanhood and I knew my climax was near. I told him I was cumming and he groaned with passion. I felt him emptying into me and smiled with satisfaction...knowing we had arrived together.
We awoke to streaming sunlight through the windows.....and he fed me the rest of the strawberries for breakfast.
Strangers
By Green Eyed Fairy
(with location/food ideas given by Unnamed/Anonymous Dimmer )
By Green Eyed Fairy
(with location/food ideas given by Unnamed/Anonymous Dimmer )
Contact
It had been a tumultuous day at work....where nothing seemed to go right. I hadn't had one of those in a long time and was ready to get the hell out of there. Walking out to my car, one of my male co-workers fell into step beside me.
Jim was an okay guy......always pleasant....always persistent....but just not my type.
He told me a joke that made me laugh......it was becoming obvious that he planned on walking me all the way to her car even though his was parked on the other side of the lot.
"Just going home?" Jim asked.
I was, but didn't want to have to refuse another of his invitations to spend time with him...I was uncomfortable always catching his gaze slipping down below my neck.
"No....have to help my Mom with something this evening....." I replied.
"Okay then....have a good night, see ya tomorrow" said Jim.
I smiled politely and said "You too".
Glad to have skated out of that one so easy, I stopped at the market on the way home and bought myself some cut flowers and treats to enjoy after dinner. The frozen microwave meal wasn't bad but I was most looking forward to the cheesecake.....if I felt like it I knew I might indulge in more than one slice.
After dinner, feeling relaxed and appetite sated, I liked how I looked and felt in my new night gown. I stopped in front of the full length mirror, remembering how often I used to avoid my reflection but not now.....I know my full power as a sexy, seductive woman and revel in it.
Running my hands over my many generous curves, enjoying the silkiness of the gown's material under my fingertips, I was again amazed that I had taken so long to see my real self....the woman I always knew I was deep down. Full breasts, soft, protruding stomach. The gown lay upon the shelf of my hips and backside. How I had hated that "fat look" for so long but realized now that my figure is beautiful and feminine. I was glad not to be afraid of cheesecake anymore.......
Looking at the clock, I glanced at my computer console and smiled. I knew he should be on soon.......and I was looking forward to talking to him again.
Not wanting to appear too eager, I managed to wait another 20 minutes before logging onto my messenger.I saw his screen name showing as being online in my list.
I couldn't help but grin when he immediately messaged me with a greeting. I had nothing but good things to share because now I was happy....even after my harrowing day at work. Wow......it had been a long time since I had felt like this.........
Washington, D.C.
I hadn't been there in many years. I had booked a room at the hotel my online friend had suggested, The Hay Adams Hotel, near the White House. I was meeting him for the first time ever to have dinner that evening
Impressed by my accommodations, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. When the time comes, I called for a cab at 7 p.m. that took me to Sam and Harry's...a fine D.C. steak establishment on 19th Street.
I entered nervously, after nearly panicing in the cab, worried that I'd forgotten something.....thinking that I didn't look good enough and he would decide that it was a mistake to meet me.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the rush of nerves and insecurity to the back of my mind.
We were friends first...and I knew I had to stay confident he would be the same person I had grown to know from all the previous times and conversations together.
It wasn't long before a gentleman....a tall, dark haired, sturdily built.....ever so seductive...... walked up to me. I knew it was him but his pictures hadn't prepared me for the raw sexuality that eminated off of him.
He smiled and greeted me before quickly turning as they were led to a corner table by the Maitre'd. I was slightly taken aback by his brusqueness..... but decided not to read into it too heavily. Reminding myself of who he was....and who I was......a beautiful, confident woman..... I kept my cool and followed him at my own pace.
He held my chair out for me and smiled down at me as he did so. This relaxed me and I smiled back at him as he seated himself on the other side of the table. The white linen tablecloth, sparkling silverware, crystal and fine china....everything was perfect.
"Wow, it's so nice to finally meet you in person. I have been looking forward to this for weeks now," I gushed.
The first thing he said was "I'm sorry but I'm having a hard time right now. I am very attracted to you...and you look even better than you do in your pictures. I didn't expect that".
I was taken slightly aback by that comment, measured it for what it was worth and decided he was being honest with me instead of just handing me a line. Was he nervous as to what I would think of him? My earlier worry seemed so silly now...
He started us off with a drink order of red Merlot wine and a sampling of appetizers. I nibbled from each one, delighting in a mesh of flavors, sampling foods I had never tried before tonight. The conversation flowed like wine....so many different interests....new things to learn about one another. .
When asked what I would like for dinner, I told him I really had no idea what was good
and asked him if he minded to order for me. A smiled tugged ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth before he selected filet mignon, tender as butter, with a little horseradish on the side. Sam & Harry's serves perfect garlic mashed potatoes, a specialty, so we had those
and some veggies. Everything was absolutely delicious.....and so was the man sitting across the table from me.
He was doing everything right....
The waiter asked if everything was to our satisfaction....and we simply smiled.
Another bottle of wine? Certainly....
After a satisfying meal, the dessert tray. Again, we took a sampling, wanting to try a taste of everything. Iwas getting a full feeling....but couldn't resist just a bite or two....
We fed each other some of our choices and tried to decide on our favorites.
I met his eyes as he leaned over to let me have my taste of the sweetness on his fingertips.....and I felt a raw stirring inside of me.
Quickly, I broke off from his gaze....feeling a slight heat rush to my cheeks, hoping he didn't notice it.
Oh no.....we've just met....I shouldn't be having such a stir of physical feelings pushing me like this now.
This is something that had never happened to me with other men...and I wasn't sure what to do about it.
I wanted this meeting to go well......and wasn't ready for it to end now....nowhere near ready.......
An after dinner drink was suggested....but he said "not here."
I felt powerless to say otherwise....and liked how he kept taking the lead.
Yes...that was definitely making all of this much easier for me.
We were one of the last couples to leave. He hailed us a cab to take us to the rooftop piano lounge at the Kennedy Center.
There, he enjoyed a cognac while I ordered a kahlua but we end up sipping each other’s drinks anyway.
The view of the city and the monuments was magnificent. We went out to the rooftop patio and basked in the warm spring air.
Standing very close like this....our strong attraction to one another could not be overlooked.
It was all quite intoxicating.....as the whole evening has been so far.
"He smells so good......." I thought and I felt his hand rest gently upon the back of my bare neck.
I feel my spine tingle under his light touch. Butterflies began dancing in my belly again....and I was hoping that he didn't not notice how my breathing has changed.....
He was standing behind me....so near...and my treacherous body could not resist the urge to lean back into him...allowing him to feel my curves and bulges.
I now noticed how his breathing had changed......and it was my turn to feel his slight bulge.
He leaned down and left a light trail of tiny kisses up my bare shoulder, ending up behind my ear. His warm breath in my ear gave me a headrush, making me feel dizzy...intoxicated more by his presence than the alcohol.
I still thought about resistance......but my body was telling my head that what my brain thought it wanted tonight was not important. And part of my brain was concurring with my body.
We took another cab back to my hotel. I kept thinking on the ride there that I needed to cut the night short......but heard my voice invite him up for a nightcap.
"You haven't had enough to drink tonight yet, eh?" I chided myself mentally.
My body spoke up next, sharply reminding me again that it wasn't alcohol that I was after.....and I was starting to ache.
Fresh cut flowers had arrived in the room....their soft, pleasant aroma filled the air. The bed is turned down and a chocolate is on the pillow. I realized that he had arranged this; its why he had picked the hotel. He indeed was taking the lead, but in the gentlest of ways.
I excused myself to the ladies room....looking at myself hard in the mirror. I had to make a decision. I had known him for a while but this was our first meeting....and this was a bad idea.
I'm a much smarter person than this.....I should wait....argued part of my brain.
Breathing in several gulps of resolve, I went back out into the room.
A knock at the door surprised me. Room service arrived with a tray of liquors and, a surprise: some ice cream filled chocolates in a chiller with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.
He smiles at me impishly...and I had to smile back.
I overruled the receding scripts in my brain, deciding to put off until tomorrow thinking up a good excuse for what I'm about to do with him tonight.
We sit on the sofa and I pour the nightcap. We clink our glasses and sip. The warmth of the alcohol radiates through us. We look at each other and he again smiles at me.....a soft, knowing sort of smile.
Slightly unnerved at how adept he is at stripping away my potential resistance, I cannot meet his gaze again and instead look at the food.
“You know, I really cannot eat another bite,” I say. He gets me to agree to at least sample a strawberry.
Delicious, succulent..... the juice dribbling down my chin and his finger.
I leaned down and followed the juicy trail down his hand...nibbling his wrist....looking up at him....not feeling as shy as I just had a moment earlier. His eyes grow darker and he huskily asks me if it's good.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." is the only reply I cared to muster.
Feeling emboldened and meeting his stare full on this time......I run my hand up his strong thigh.
He is mesmerized by my hand and what it is doing.....
I lean in towards him and he quickly captures my soft lips in his strong, adept kiss.
My womanhood stirs again.....wanting to know more about his kiss and that tongue that wields it......
It is hard for me to break off from his kiss and I feel him try to pull me back.
I let my thighs slip widely apart....and that definitely catches his eye.
He looks into my face...and it is my turn to give the knowing smile.
I run my hands up my own full thighs....pulling my skirt up around my ample hips in the process.
Soft, thick thighs are fully exposed....as I reach up and pull my lace black panties down.
"Still hungry?" I ask. "I have a berry you might enjoy..."
He doesn't hesitate dropping to the floor in front of me.
I felt the first flick on my berry...and have to arch my back from the intensity that shot through my body. I could tell this was something he was skilled at....and once again could not believe my luck in meeting this guy. I let my fingers run through his thick hair, arching myself into his tongue. He kept licking up the berry juice...that kept overflowing.
I then stood up and dropped my skirt, pulling my blouse over my head. My shining locks of hair cascaded down my back, my breasts free and heaving from my labored, wanton breaths. I told him to lay down....he did so quickly. Only wearing my high heels, I straddled his face with my big thighs, feeling them jiggle as I positioned myself over him.
He quickly went back to his task while I pushed myself down onto his tongue....setting a rhythm that was causing my head to spin. He gripped my big, soft round hips, pulling me down closer...not wanting me to get away. I reached up and gripped my heavy, round breasts, flicking the nipples to make them rise. Sounds of pleasure arose suddenly and loudly from my throat.
I leaned back, reaching out to touch his swollen, stiff manhood. I delighted in it's thickness and how big it felt in my hand.
He really was too good to be true.....
I told him my desire and he allowed me up to turn, facing his manhood.
As he continued to pleasure me so adeptly, I showed him my own set of skills. Swirling my tongue around the head of it, I then took it partway into my mouth....letting my warm, wet tongue glide it's way down the back of it.
He moaned and bucked up to push it farther into my eager, hungry mouth.
It was sweet, tender yet oh so hard...and I was greedy enough to swallow it whole.
Holding myself down at the base as long as possible, I came up for air. He pushed me off of him, quickly positioning me on the couch.
I leaned forward, my big, heaving breasts resting on the armrest....while my big, soft, round behind was fully up in the air for his pleasure. My thick stomach was crushed beneath me.... padding me easily for the assault about to come.
His head teased my berry with several soft strokes. I looked back at him wantonly....leaving no doubt as to exactly what I wanted him to do.
He pushed the head in so slowly at first....then eagerly plunging all the way in.
My wetness was audible as he moved in and out.....and could be felt on the top of my thighs.
I met each thrust with equal enthusiasm....wanting to feel him all the way up inside of me. My head swarm with intense physical pleasure like I have never known...wanting more of this man with each slam. I couldn't believe I had tried to stop this.....this ecstasy that was meant to be fulfilled between us.
Suddenly, I felt a fierce intensity taking over my womanhood and I knew my climax was near. I told him I was cumming and he groaned with passion. I felt him emptying into me and smiled with satisfaction...knowing we had arrived together.
We awoke to streaming sunlight through the windows.....and he fed me the rest of the strawberries for breakfast.
