Chapter 2 - later on

I was still trying to make a good impression on this interesting man and remembered the advice of a big friend of mine. "If you ever meet a very fat man anywhere, tell him that you like his look. He will appreciate it."
So I took all my courage and told him that I was very happy to spend the evening in such a charming and handsome company.
"Sorry", he nearly choked. "You don't need to make jokes on my expense"
"But I didn't joke.", I stuttered wanting desperately to disappear. So much about the advice of my friend...
After an uncomfortable silence I tried to change the subject asking loudly "I wonder what's in that vinaigrette? It really has a unique taste."
I didn't expect any answer and was quite surprised to hear a soft "If you really like to know. It's sherry, rasberry vinegar, maple syrup, a very good olive oil, raisins and pink peppercorn."

"Can you taste this?" I doubted.

"No, I know it", he seemed to tease me.
"How.. ?" I started cluelessly.

"I made it," he explained, clearly enjoying my astonishment.

"So you are....?" "Yes I'm the cook" he finished my sentence. "As there was a free place this evening I decided to join the party. I seldom have the possibility to eat in company. And as you can see I like to try my creations." he said while patting his belly.

I praised his cooking skills and when we had finished the 2nd course he stated "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the kitchen. The main course needs my attention."

My eyes dreamingly followed him, as he slowly made his way across the room. He looked so cute and I had noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring. How I wished I could have such a man in my life.

Soon my thoughts were distracted by the other patrons. They wanted to know where I lived and so on. So it was kind of diverting and it seemed as no time until Jon returned, followed by the waitress with the main course.
He was panting and sighed when he sat down. "It's really exhausting when you're at my size" he answered to my questioning look.
Without thinking I stated "I 'm really impressed that you're able to stand in the kitchen so long."."That's meant to be a compliment" I quicky added, remembering his earlier reaction.

"Oh no, I'm not standing, I wasn't able to do that for a long time. I'm sitting. A friend of mine built a nice sturdy, but comfortable chair for me and put it on wheels, so I don't have to get up in the kitchen."

The plates were set in front of us and he told me "It's lamb fillet roasted with a coating of mustard, fresh herbs and spiced crumbs on a bed of blackberry sauce."
There were bowls with pommes dauphinoise and green beans on the table to serve ourselves. We silently enjoyed the first bites of the dish until I praised again his creation. It was truely perfect.
Suddenly he asked hesitantly, "Did you honestly mean what you said before"
I didn't knew what he meant so he explained "About me being handsome?"
"Of course I meant it. I would never make jokes about that." I declared, relieved that I got the chance to clear up everything.
"Because I had the impression that you were shocked and disgusted by my size" he told me. "You were either staring at my belly or looking in another direction."
I was really embarrassed that he had noticed my futile attempt to hide my attraction to him. So I confessed. "On the contrary, I tried to hide that I was so impressed with your look. You see. I have a faible for very big men"
"You have to mean very fat men, if you speak about me" was his dry response.
"If you say so.Yes, but I didn't want to sound disrespectful" I affirmed.
After a short silence he added "I was really disappointed when I thought you were disgusted like every other woman I ever met. Because I found you very attractive, too. I would be glad to know more about you."
So we continued our conversation until he had to take care of the dessert.

"I really have a sweet tooth, So dessert is my favorite dish," he confided to me before he pushed himself up with the help of the table.  "Me too," I said, patting my not so small tummy.  "I can tell" Jon said, "but your appetite pales next to mine!"  "Not if I keep enjoying your big meals," I said with a wink of my eye and Jon winked back at me, sending my heart aflutter.
It took him not long to come back. As he had explained earlier he had a help in the kitchen, so that he only had to put a last touch to the different courses he had prepared as far as possible during the day.
Dessert was a variety of chocolate and vanilla, consisting of a warm chocolate muffin with a heart of melted chocolate, a small form with creme brulée, as well as some white and black mousse au chocolat.
I couldn't resist to watch his belly when he leaned back after polishing of his plate. It seems as if his trousers were getting a little bit tight around his middle. They were starting to cut into the soft flesh.
"You're doing it again", he stated with a soft smile.
"Hmm" I uttered still distracted seeing him slowly stroking his belly.
"You're staring at my belly" he teased me "Would you like to touch?"
"I take you by your word" I declared and before loosing my courage I leaned over and softly rubbed his belly. "You know that it's said to bring luck, if you rub a Buddha belly" I joked, whilst enjoying the feeling of his vastness.
I thought I heard him moaning silently when we were suddenly interupted by the calls of the other patrons. It seemed that it was usual practice to put all the tables together to relish the last course in a big round.
The last course was a big plate of all kind of different cheeses decoratively arranged with grapes and slices of cantaloupe melons. I was quite full after the opulent meal, but I noticed that the others, especially Jon, seemed to have greater capacities than me.
It was a nice end to a beautiful evening and I really didn't want to leave. So me and Jon were the last ones to leave. When we get to the car he asked me to take a seat in the back and to my great surprise squeezed himself besides me, while the driver took us back down the mountain. It was a big car, but still it was a tight fit. I was in heaven. Even more when the car slowly started to rock over the bumpy way throwing us around in the back. I was constantly smashed into his soft mass until he put his arm around me to steady me.
Out of the blue he asked me "Would you like to have a picnic with me tomorrow?"
I happily agreed and he asked to meet him at the station at 1 o'clock.