I met him in the bar, right away I knew, I knew this one was special and that he was what I was looking for, which is strange because until that moment I had no idea I was looking.
The music was blasting but at that moment I couldn't have told you if it was The Cruxshadows or Rammstein, every bit of my attention was on him. He was tall, I could tell he was a good deal taller then my 5'8 and slender but even from across the room I could tell he was strong, something about the way he moved. He had short dark hair and an eyebrow ring as well as a pointed labret below his lip and all I could wonder was how would it feel to kiss him with that small spike in the way.
He was wearing black like most of the people in the place but his outfit was simple, black jeans and a black t-shirt, simple boots and a belt where the only leather on him and he had no frills or make up on like so many of the others. I probably couldn't tell you what it was that was so special about him but I couldn't take my eyes off of him long enough to pay attention to my drink and nearly spilled it.
I figured there was no way with all the dainty, scantily clad girls in the room he would look at me, a BBW in a long dress, huge tits or not. I am pretty comfortable with who I am, I know a lot of men out there find me sexy, unfortunately they are all Out There and never Here. I looked at myself in the mirror, the smoky glass showed my image back at me, round and soft everywhere, curves upon curves and cleavage to die for. Dark red hair thanks to Manic Panic and dark brown eyes thanks to my dad. I was easily twice the size most of the girls in the club, 400 pounds to be exact, all hips and tits and ass.
So you could have knocked me over with a feather when a deep voice asked me if I wanted a drink and looking up I saw it was him. Even over the smoke I could smell him as he stood close to me a mixture of some good quality cologne and warm skin. I was almost too stunned to speak but managed to stutter out a "yes please."
"What can I get you?" he asked, his voice going through me like fire.
I found my voice, "A rum and coke please."
He came back with a double rum and coke for me and a glass of Guinness for himself and we started talking, if you tried to ask me now what we had talked about I probably couldn't tell you, but after an hour I felt like he knew everything about me and I only knew he was a Goth dream.
When he suggested we go up to the roof of the parking garage next to the building we are in I said yes without even thinking about it, I barely thought to grab my purse. He held my hand in his, lacing his fingers with mine and guided me to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed he pulled me close and kissed me, I was sure the labret was going to poke me but it just grazed my skin. I felt the long thick barbell in his tongue and wondered if the stories I had heard about them was true.
When the elevator reached the top floor he pulled me out and drew me to the railing that looked down over the street and pressed me against it, standing behind me. I felt his hands on my hips as he leaned forward and nuzzled the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me?"
"Oh god yes." I moaned as his breath teased my ears.
He pushed himself against me and I could feel how much he wanted me. "But do you really want me, would you do anything for me? With me?"
I could only imagine what he meant, I had done a lot of things in my life but what did he have in mind? The logical grown up part of me said I should ask, but the wild part of me was in control and I couldn't have stopped myself from saying "Anything you want." if my life had depended on it.
"Will you give yourself over to me and trust me?" His hands had moved from my hips to my chest and they began to tease my nipples through my bra. I would gladly have done just about anything at that moment to feel his fingers, his mouth, on my bare nipples.
"Yes, anything you say."
He leaned forward and bit my neck, hard and as I was gasping he said, "Be damn sure you mean that girl, cause there is no turning back if you come with me."
I arched my back and sighed, "Harder, bite me harder."
His teeth sunk into my neck, bruising the tender skin and through the pain I felt a release of pleasure and started to squirm against him.
"Follow me." he said and lead the way to the only car on the roof of the garage, a large fast looking black muscle car with tinted windows. I followed him and suddenly remembered how I had got to the club.
"I came with friends, they will worry about me." I stammered, never stopping as I followed him.
"Let them," he said, "They will figure out that you are alright, if you plan to be with me you have to learn not to worry about other people." Doing something selfish as that was so unlike me, I never kept people waiting or failed to show up, I never left my friends hanging and yet I couldn't have told him no if I had tried.
He opened the door for me then blocked it. "Take off your panties and put them in your purse." He ordered. "You are never to be in my car with underwear on."
"Yes Sir." The words slipped out.
"I like that, when ever we are alone you will call me that." he informed me.
I knew there were cameras all over the garage but I did what he said, I reached under my long skirt and drew it up past my knees and pulled off the black lace panties I was wearing and quickly stuffed them in my purse. I then sat in the front seat of his car waiting for him come around to his side but first he reached in and pulled my skirt up to my waist and told me to sit like that so that he could see my "luscious" thighs. I couldn't think of the last person who had called any part of me luscious.
