“Hey, what are you doing Friday night?” my friend Leo texted me. I was always up for an adventure. I am a 25 year old woman with a good job in public relations that took up way too much of my time so any opportunity to socialize with friends I got, I took it. In fact, I barely had time for BBW dating. Leo had been quite busy lately too so we had kept missing each other. Because we were both so busy, Leo and I had hung out a handful of times over the past few months, but mostly it was lunch or a weeknight movie. A Friday night suggestion was new so did he want some BBW dating? That meant it was one of his few free weekend nights. I felt a little flattered. "No plans,” I responded back. “What did you have in mind?” He suggested coming over to my house to cook dinner, and offered to bring a bottle of wine.
That was surprising to me because it was starting to sound suspiciously like BBW dating. Not that I minded but I didn’t think that Leo would ever be into BBW dating. We were just friends and had been for nearly five years now. I’d met Leo because he was the brother of one of my best friends in high school. She and I had lost touch but Leo and I had stayed in touch, clicking the instant we met. He had been dating someone at the time so we didn’t pursue anything and it didn’t feel right to be in his life. But when he broke up with his girlfriend, we got back in touch. I agreed that he should come over, secretly thinking of some BBW sex. He responded enthusiastically and said he'd be over at 6pm on Friday night.
The next evening I raced home after work and tidied the house. Then I tidied myself: I took a nice shower, and went for a waxing appointment. I wore my best blouse that showed off all my curves and my ample cleavage. BBW dating is not everyone’s cuppa but I had a good feeling about being in the company of an attractive man like Leo might end up leading to some BBW sex. I did my makeup, accentuating my bright blue eyes and full lips while styling my hair in soft waves that framed my face. I stood in front of the full length mirror and examined my reflection. I wasn't trim by any means. Hips, boobs and a full ass. Quite a few extra pounds for sure. But I knew I was sexy and the perfect candidate for BBW dating. I ran my hands up and down my body, enjoying the feel of my curves under the soft fabric. As my fingers grazed the tips of my breasts, a tiny twinge shot down to my groin. I bit my lip and began to imagine having some BBW sex.
I found myself imagining Leo pressing me up against the wall, his face buried in my neck, his knee pressed between my legs and his hands sliding up under my shirt, fingers working my skin, moving slowly across my stomach to graze the undersides of my breasts. I imagined feeling the muscles in his back, pulling him into me further and the heat between our bodies causing us to gasp as the hardness of his… "FOCUS!" I said out loud. I shook my head and came back to reality. As I moved toward my bedroom door I realized that brief fantasy left me slightly wet. I exhaled slowly and went downstairs to the kitchen. If I didn't keep my thoughts in check I wouldn't be ready when he arrived.
I was pretty distracted all through dinner. Leo and I prepped dinner while we sank into an easy conversation, full of laughter and jokes. Once I had calmed down, our witty banter filled the room. banter flew back and forth. Although, it was getting really difficult to keep thinking of him that way. I tried to ignore my attraction to him, but it wasn't easy. He made his way around my kitchen as if he'd cooked there a thousand times, closing drawers with his hip and rummaging in the fridge. Trying not to stare, I watched the small muscles in his hands and forearms ripple as he tore lettuce and chopped tomatoes. And when he reached for a bowl on a high shelf, his shirt raised, showing a glimpse of his flat stomach and a line of dark hair that disappeared at his belt line. The attraction and comfort I felt with him was becoming a distraction. I decided to solve it temporarily with more wine.
We began talking, as friends usually do. “So how long has it been?” Leo asked. I blushed. “What do you mean?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant but not thinking he would want to go there. Leo’s arm was lightly touching mine as we leaned against the couch. I began to wonder how hot it would be to have some hot BBW sex right here on this carpet. I was very aware of his presence and he smelled really nice. “I mean…” he said, drawing out his next words. “How long has it been since you were last with a man?” “Well,” I said, my breath slightly hitching in my throat. Why was Leo asking me all this? “It’s been about two years since I was with Andrew,” I said, counting my ex-boyfriend. “So…you do the math.” Leo looked sideways at me and smiled his easy smile. “Do you miss it?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Of course I do,” I stammered, nervously. Where was he going with all this?
All of a sudden, Leo launched himself at me and we were kissing. He hadn't shaved in a few days and his stubble rasped my face. He tasted of wine and garlic and something else musky that I couldn't pinpoint. It was insanely hot. Pressing me against the arm of the couch, his hands roamed my body as we made out, and I managed to gasp between kisses "This is a surprise." He moved his lips to my neck, biting and sending shivers directly to my core. "I told you I was bringing wine and I was touching your knee," as if that was an explanation. It was good enough for me. He was a fantastic kisser, our lips and tongues meshing in a perfect mix that made me insanely wet and filled with a raging desire I hadn't felt in a very long time. "Can we go upstairs?" I asked after I was dizzy. He grabbed my hand and I pulled him behind me up the staircase. At the landing he pressed himself behind me and I felt his hard dick against my ass. "Do you want me to eat your pussy? I’m in the mood for some BBW sex, baby,” he half murmured, half growled into my ear. My mouth fell slack and I could only nod. In my bedroom I pulled off my shirt and took off my bra so I stood in front of him in only my leggings. It was dark, but in the moonlight coming through the window, I saw the look in his eye as he pulled me to him. He kissed me again while weighing and squeezing my right breast in his hand. "Gaawwwd," he moaned into my mouth. "I've wanted to feel your tits for so long." Gently moving me backward we fell on my bed where he massaged and sucked my boobs til I groaned and pushed him off me.
"Do you want me to make you come?" he said. "Yes," I whispered. "I can't hear you," he said, a note of teasing in his voice. "Unless you tell me what you want I can't do anything.” "Fuuuuck," I groaned. "Please, Leo, make me come!" And so he did, beginning to lick my clit, suck on it, stick his tongue inside me, applying a myriad of strokes and rhythms to my clit until I came in a sharp explosion that made me arch my back and let out a long, plaintive wail.
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