A BBW Saturday Night
The clock read 7:20pm as she sat down to write to her would-be lover. Ach, she deleted that line and started over again, then deleted and re-wrote it yet again. After all, there was a strong possibility that he would be the one she would decide to cross the line with and "bed." "Hmm," she thought amusingly to herself, "does anyone write: "bed with" anymore? Oh well. SHE does.
To her right is a young boy involved with his video games. Behind her in the living room the man she lives with is reading a car magazine. Her daughter is at a school dance and won't be home until later. A fire crackles in the fireplace; the Christmas tree is up and lit. Two cats lounge around the house in their own safe places. It's very cold out and almost feels like snow.
A few hundred miles away he reclines on the motel bed enjoying the time he's been spending with his son this weekend. He and his boy, just the two of them doing guy things. He glances over and sees his son finishing off the pizza they had ordered earlier, and then watches him flip through the TV stations until he settles on something that captured his attention. His father smiles in affection but his mind begins to drift. "What is she doing now?" he wonders.
The room where the woman is typing has finally warmed up and she takes off her old comfy white sweater and wraps it around her waist. Underneath she is wearing a black short sleeve top and plaid blue-and-black pajama bottoms. Her feet are bare; her hair long and damp from her shower; her skin radiates a light scent from a favorite oil. Nothing particularly sexy but she looks good.
She pictures sitting typing away when she feels him coming up behind her. Lifting some strands of her hair he bends down and nuzzles the right side of her neck; she smiles and responds like a soft kitten as she continues to type away. She is trying to work, create; and he is distracting her; but this is what they had planned for tonight: a seduction that included her recording the events as they happened.
He moves his lips with the lightest touch further up and down her neck, starting the dance of desire within her; recognizing this, he pulls away for a brief moment, grabs a chair and places it next to her. She glances over at him for a second and throws him a smile, then continues with her writing. He smiles in return and without warning leans over and lifts up her top and releases her full right breast into his waiting hand. She takes a deep breath as her nipple hardens as he strokes it back and forth with his fingertips; but when he dips his head and his mouth starts pulling at the nipple with evident enjoyment, a low moan escapes unchecked from her lips. She is fighting to remain focused on the screen in front of her and refuses to look at him; he smiles secretly, enjoying this power.
He scoops her left breast into his other hand and cups it as he is the other; she gasps as he moves and is now standing behind her, stroking and teasing her nipples by moving his hands in a circular motion. Both breasts are exposed now and hanging like full ripe melons on the vine; slowly she leans back and rests her head against his chest as his hands speak for him. The wetness between her legs has started and she is finding it impossible to write a single word.
Mutely she spins her chair around and faces him and her hands reach out to unbutton the top of his jeans. His stiff cock jumps out at her and is waiting to greet her: leaning forward ever so slightly, she opens her lips and takes him in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his penis every so softly; he groans as warmth flows over him. She smiles and pulls back gently and looking up at him, almost shyly, places one fingertip on the "v" between her legs. It took only a moment for him to pull her to her feet, unzipped her pants, turned her around and plunge into her. Her warmth and honey began to saturate his penis as she flowed over him; and when she leaned forward a bit more to accept him into her deeper and more fully, he set his feet firm upon the floor and gave her the good fucking that she needed to receive and he needed to give. God, these BBW's...