Friday had come quickly. It was a challenge not to cum, but I had done it. I got home from work and got dressed wearing panties. Melissa had told me to pick her up at 7. She had not told me where we were going.
I arrived at 7 and went to her door and knocked. She answered the door, and I was a bit speechless. She was wearing a tight white dress that accentuated how big and fat she was. She opened the door like a sexy woman with one arm above her head holding the top of the door and the other on her wide hips. She was proud of being huge. She was wearing very high platform heels. They made her taller than me, but the platform probably meant they were not that uncomfortable for her. With the open toes, I could see that her toenails were very long. The big toes were about an inch past the tip. The smaller toes were also long. She couldn't wear normal shoes with these toenails. Her fingernails were also extreme. They were more than an inch past the fingertips, very thick and flared much wider at the tip than at her nail beds. Both her toenails and fingernails were an extreme style. This combined with the tight dress, high heels, and immense size were going to attract attention.
"I hope you like."
"Yes, mistress. You look fabulous." I meant it. She looked fabulous and I wanted her. I was still mortified at being seen on a date with a huge woman but I could not argue with my arousal. I was ashamed that part of me wanted to leave because of my embarrassment at being seen with with Melissa, especially with the way she was dressed. She was going to attract a lot of attention. I also really wanted her sexually.
"Let's go. You are taking me to a wonderful Italian restaurant."
She held her hand out and I took it and we walked to the car. I opened the door and she put her hand behind my head and brought my lips to hers and kissed. Me.
"Get used to that. You are going to be kissing your fat mistress a lot tonight and always."
I gulped and waited for her to get in the car. Once on the drive she put her left hand on my right thigh and started caressing me and said, "I will keep these nails, but you are going to pay for them. They are expensive and require fills every two weeks. You also owe me some new shoes. I cannot wear normal shoes with these toenails."
"Yes, of course. I will be happy to."
"Good. We are going shopping tomorrow."
When we arrived at the restaurant, I had an erection from her stroking me with her nails. I got out of the car and noticed she was not getting out. I wondered for a second and then realized she was waiting for me to open her door. I ran doubled over around to the other side, trying to conceal my erection from the rest of the world. I opened the door and she smiled up at me. Getting out the car for her in that dress was not an easy exercise. She turned to put both of her legs out of the car. I stared down at the long toenails which did nothing to help relax my erection.
She smiled and said, "Kiss each toenail and tell me how much you appreciate and love each one. Do it quickly while no one can see you."
There was no one close by in the parking lot so with a quick glance around I knelt down and kissed each toe telling her after each kiss how much I love each one and appreciated her for wearing them. I lavished special attention on the glorious nails of her big toes. I stood back up immediately, and she noticed my erection and a little wet spot as my precum soaked through my slacks. She smiled and offered me her hand. The wide flared nails were wonderful to touch as I took her hand and helped her out of the car.
"You are going to walk across the parking lot and into that restaurant and make no attempt to hide that erection. You should never hide the fact that you lust after your fat beautiful Mistress. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress." I could barely speak. We were one hour into the date, and I was already dripping in my pants.
We walked across and into the restaurant. Melissa had grabbed my hand and was fawning over me. I opened the door and followed her in. We were led to a booth on the side and seated. I was hoping for a dark corner. I was getting scared of what she was going to do. She sat on the edge of the booth and pushed me to the back. With this position everyone would see her, her nails, and toenails. She definitely made the impression. I noticed several people looking at her. Standing over 6 ft tall in her heels weighing over 275 in a tight white dress and extremely long nails on every digit, she did scream for attention.
When it was time to order, she ordered for me. She was loud and proud and ordered me a cosmopolitan and a salad. While giving the order, she actually said, "My boyfriend needs to lose a little weight." I felt the heat rise in my face as I colored deeply. The fact that she said it with a straight face at close to 300 lbs. was amazing.
She continued making a scene as she said, "She likes to feed me," as the waiter stood ready to take our order. She then proceeded to order calamari for an appetizer and fettuccine for her main.
I was mortified. I did not and do not approve of involving unwilling bystanders in your scene and this to me was borderline. I was also mortified about the pronoun.
She could tell I was upset and after the waitstaff finished and left she said quietly, "Relax, honey. I am fat. I love to eat, and you love being with me. Feeding me should bring you joy because it makes me happy." She reached up and pulled me into an embarrassing and drawn-out kiss and then whispered in my ear, "You are going to feed every delicious bite to me as you enjoy your salad." She did not mention anything about the pronoun.
I did not know how this made me feel. I was turned on. I was not happy about others being forced into our scene, but I gradually understood that this was minor. She was right. She obviously liked to eat. If I wanted to remain with her, I should enjoy facilitating her eating.
The drinks came and the evening was going normally. She was a bit awkward with her new nails as she tried to do things. Unfolding her napkin was a tricky exercise because not only were the 1+inch long nails flared wide they were very thick. I would learn later that the nail tech did this intentionally because it was the style but also because it helped them not to break. She was also unintentionally playing with her new body parts. She was constantly clicking them together as she talked or tapping them on her glass. Melissa talked a lot with her hands and I was mesmerized by this.
She noticed. "You can't take your eyes off my nails. Are you enjoying this?" She said this as she clicked all the nails together on her right hand directly in front of me.
I blushed a little and replied that I really was enjoying them.
She smiled and said, "Good. I am enjoying the attention from you and everyone else in this restaurant."
With that she excused herself and got up for the restroom. As she walked towards the restroom she was clicking her nails loudly as her heels hit the ground. I could hear it until she passed through the door at the other end of the room. I also noticed that several other people heard it or just noticed her. Most of restaurant at least looked up to watch her walk past. Several stared almost gawking. When she returned it was almost the same spectacle, she was intentionally making the nails clicking noise for me, but many others noticed. She walked back slowly to the table looking around smiling at anyone looking at her and then finally at me as she sat down.
"Do you like what you see? I love the fact that you cannot take your eyes off me."
I was speechless. Luckily the appetizer arrived and I had an interruption. Melissa awkwardly put her napkin back in her lap and told me to feed her. Carefully I began to feed her her calamari, which is a challenging dish to feed to someone else. When I buttered a piece of French bread for myself, Melissa looked at me in surprise and outrage. She said she was shocked that I would delay feeding her to do anything for myself. When I felt her hand on my thigh I gasped; she simply smiled at me and went on seductively stroking my thigh and hard cock. I held her fork in one hand, kept my napkin at the ready for any spills, and tried to concentrate. About halfway through the dinner she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. From then on, she was either stroking me or teasing me with her wide thick flared nails.
