Plus Size Pursuit

Chapter 1

From the moment she waved hello, to the second she left the car to walk back into her home, she jiggled. Arms, tits, belly, thighs and ass.. it was a struggle keeping my hands to my self, let alone my eyes. She was heavy set, more then the typical small waist and big hips that had become the envy of my friend circle. Every time we met, she would catch me stealing glances, but say nothing. She would only offer a coy smile with those glossy lips, that made her round face and cheeks seem all the more enticing. Throughout our dates she got a little more courageous, unbuttoning her shirt a bit more to show the top line of fine cleavage.. a pencil skirt and heels rather then comfortable pants. I loved knowing she felt agreeable enough to offer little bits of herself to the eyes public. (Myself included) She charmed me with her modesty and class.. soft jokes laced throughout our conversation hinted that there were unfulfilled desires that she wanted met. I was crawling in my skin to dive into her. I would constantly lose my train of thought whenever she came into mind. Ohh to be pressed between those weighty breasts, captive of soft fleshy surroundings that made every part of me throb in carnal desire. It was consuming my patience at a faster rate then I could provide it. The smallest things she did sent flashes of heated need through me. Brushing her foot against my leg during a public meal, putting a hand high on my thigh as she kissed me goodbye, bumping her ass against my lap when we were looking at displays. My head was spinning, and each time she wanted to see me I would come crawling like a love drunk fool.
This meal was different.. I could see the way she looked at me with heavy lidded eyes. The thick lashes and make up did nothing but accentuate that piercing gaze that seemed to look past my skin to amuse itself with this horny caged thing she had been leaving a bread trail for. Every pose she took was meant to show off her uncompromised thickness that was exposed more and more with each date. Fuck me.. I'd forget we were in public. The sounds of the diner and its inhabitance became mute, but that throbbing in my body was sending the blood to my ears and face. I could only hear my heart beat, struggling to concentrate. The uncomfortable heat on my skin was driving me wild. Even making small talk was becoming more and more of a struggle. One thing. I had one thing on my mind. The semi innocent lip-gloss from the first date had evolved to a deep wine red, that demanded attention anytime the dim glow of the over head lights found it. What started out as a nice button up and pants had shifted to a painfully short red scoop neck dress that teased with every step that I would see lethal curves and addictive summits. It somehow always remained just a hair shy of giving me the satisfaction. That's when it hit me..
She wasn't getting confident.. she was playing meek and waiting for the tipping point. She wanted me this way. I was being groomed from the start. How long had I been breathing so ragged and heavy? I've been thinking about this girl every time I wanted a quick release; it devolved into hours off thinking about the sound of her in my bed, the feeling of her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips, the satisfaction in the way she would grip me with her desire and those lips murmuring my name. I'd lost myself so many times thinking about her. My body was hooked. Addicted before she even set hands to me. I didn't have enough sense in my head to be ashamed I'd played right into her well manicured hands. I'd cover the bill. I knew it's what she wanted. My sinfully delighted date looked at me like a predator when I asked if she was ready to go. She saw through the guise of my double entendre. Please.. please be ready to go. Her voice hit like the first smooth sip of a rum and coke after a long day. "I think I am." I didn't even care that my body's reaction to her sweet tender torments would be on display when I stood and she didn't hide the way she outlined what I was offering. The time for class and tact had finally come to a breaking point. "Your place or mine?"