Men are from mars (mutual)

Chapter 2 - our first night

"Hi", I called, exaggerating the mouthing to try and communicate over the filtered drone of the music.
"Hey there." she responded, her eyes sultry. With an air of dominance she repeated her earlier gesture for me to sit at her side.
I began to introduce myself, "I'm...",
"The guy from Mars?", She interrupted. Her pun amused her and broke the ice enough for me to feel comfortable.
"You recognised me?" I must've turned somewhat goofy or forward enough to attract the attention of her companions at the table.
"Are you going to introduce us?" The shorter of the two interrupted, seeming relieved to have an excuse to turn his back on the three helping themselves to his liquor.
"I'm Richard Sinclair, from Mars Capital" I stuck out my hand toward him.
"Ah cool, so this is who Kate was with earlier? Good to meet someone who we've entrusted to gamble our money!" He seemed jovial but stern.
Kate interjected, "Richard isn't one of the smilers; he's one of the thinkers"
"Traders. Well, head of equities" I continued.
The conversation went on, they motioned for Kate and I to keep talking and went back to their vodka fueled business.
Gazing at her, it was like she glowed as she spoke. I found out she had just started working for their office, having finished studying chemistry and falling into the financial industry trap. I detected an American or Canadian accent. She was 29, "Loved London" and was enjoying the night life.
Three drinks later we found ourselves in the back of the same black cab on the way to my place. Buzzed and a little excited I lead her up the stairs and in to the apartment where I offered her another drink. She accepted and asked where the bathroom was. The two glasses of wine I poured were never left the living room but we found ourselves in bed.
I'd never seen a woman like this. So feminine. Her full figure oozed sex. I worked my way down from her mouth kissing her slim neck then progressing to the warm billowing flesh of her breasts. They sat on a globular belly that hid her lips. I dived in like a teenager feeling her belly rest on top of my head, it cushioning her writhing and I explored her moist sex.
When I mounted her, her flesh rippled and sloshed with every thrust. Never had I felt so in tune with a woman's body. Her femininity was exaggerated by her fat. And I wanted more.
Her breasts, belly and thighs, like an ocean, undulated our rhythm. Never had I understood what erotica was until I was looking down on her fat body moving. She was a goddess. She climaxed with a guttural moan that sent me in to a frenzy. I grabbed her massive behind and pulled myself in for my finish. I could feel her tighten around me as I thrusted harder and harder at her soft mound.
Finally it was all too much and we erupted together, sweating and panting. I lay on top of her feeling our hearts beating. The salty smell of sex engulfed our space.

When I pulled out I rolled on to my back and helped her in to a seated position on the bed.
"That was..." She looked shy, as though the dominance she started the evening with was tamed for that moment by our passion.
"Life changing?" I breathed in a light hearted manner.
She nuzzled my cheek. "Cute. Cute but accurate" Her warm glow was now flushed. "So,"
"So". I didn't want to ruin anything by saying the wrong thing. "Would you like to stay the night?". I quickly thought myself too forward, "I have a spare room that I can make up or here and I can go in the spare room or"
"Here, with you?" She lowered her chin and looked up at me.
"Here with me." I was relieved.
I slept a rested dreamless sleep. No thoughts of numbers, no recalling the day. Saturday AM arrived with me spooning her ample form. My fingers teasing their way between her folds, exploring this new sensation.
I was a convert. I had gone fat and I was not going back.