Chapter 2

And so, their relationship progressed from that evening onwards. The two decided to take things at a slower pace from their initial incendiary flirtation. Wisely, they opted to keep their meetings on a low profile until they were on a more stable footing with one another. There were some benefits to this besides privacy, Sarah discovered. One memorable afternoon Sarah had been lusting after James all morning as he was squeezed into a particularly tight shirt. The buttons protested in vain at the apex of his gut and his paunch extended beautifully a few inches over his jeans. He made a particularly attractive sight from a side view, she noted with pleasure. The conversation amongst her friends at lunchtime did nothing to abate her particularly excited disposition that day.

“Really someone should tell him those clothes are miles too tight” her friend Jane commented as she scrutinized James in the canteen.

“In all seriousness, he sat down beside me today and I heard the buttons on his shirt creak with the strain. I think he must have piled on weight recently, because nothing he wears seems to fit him.” she added smugly.

Sarah could only sit silently for several minutes afterwards. If there was anything more a turn on than your fantasies, it was hearing people voice them aloud. She knew that Jane would certainly have been more judicious with her comments if she realised that he and Sarah were dating. Personally she was delighted to have her desires fuelled by others remarks.

Several perfectly well behaved dates later, and she was growing increasingly restless. Five, admittedly enjoyable, evenings spent together, but not once had they approached the fervour of their first encounter two weeks previously. To date, their rendezvous had been polite, characterised by good conversation and maybe the odd reserved kiss here and there, at this point, she was dying to once more sink her hands into his soft flesh or perhaps seeing him shirtless would not be too much to hope for. She reasoned that this evening could be different because, this time around he’d invited her for dinner at his house. Perhaps a little privacy was all that was needed to spark off a little more sexual tension?

Well, good things come to those who wait (or as Sarah like to say to herself; good things come to those with weight). She arrived at James’ in a simple black dress, understated, but tastefully showing some alluring décolletage, though she was brazenly braless. He answered the door, looking as handsome as ever, sporting one of his many inadequately sized polo shirts. ‘Yum!’ she thought to herself.

After dinner was finished, James cleared the table and headed to the kitchen to warm up desert. He rejoined Sarah at the dining table and she decided it was time to step up this game a notch

“So beside chocolate and strawberries, is there anything else for desert” she purred, arching one eyebrow suggestively. Simealtaneously, she stroked his ankles gently with her foot and progressed steadily upwards, where she rested it in between his legs. He considered her for a moment.

“Why don’t you come over and sit on my lap - then we can talk about he first thing that pops up?” he joked.