Let me see if I can give you an idea of how things came to be, before you decide I'm crazy! About six months ago, my husband of six years decided I no longer made him excited. He said that whatever it was that had made him love me, no longer was there. He filed for divorce sighting, irreconcilable differences. All of which came as a complete surprise to me at the time. He stated that I had not lived up to my side of the marriage, because in his opinion, I no longer provided sex! It was only after looking back at the past two years that I realized I had gained a considerable amount of weight, about thirty pounds, and had let myself go. I guess I thought that Ron still loved me, but I never really gave it any thought, being satisfied that he would always be there for me.
Needless to say, when the paperwork arrived, I knew that that was not the truth! It was at that point that I took a long hard look at whom I had become, both inside and out, and decided a major change was needed. Ron agreed to pay me a small amount of alimony until I could get back on my feet. I had never really wanted, or needed to find a job while we were together, as Ron had a very lucrative business. It wasn't until I found myself looking for a place to live with no means of support myself that I realized some of the things that Ron had sighted.
I found a modest one-bedroom apartment not far from downtown. It afforded a nice view of the riverside skyline and was very close to all the nightlife of our small city. I never really noticed that people around town were so friendly as I had always depended on Ron for everything; a mistake I only now was realizing had been a mistake! I guess I am a bit of a homebody, because I had never really wanted to go out and mingle unless Ron had a party or meeting at which he wanted me to attend. Now I found myself looking at an empty apartment, looking at the small amount of personal items I had accumulated in our six years together. My entire life fit into a small packing box and one overnight bag!
Ron had taken me out to a furniture store and bought enough furniture to make it seem quite homey. He made sure that I had enough money to get by for a few months, and had left me a small amount of money to start a bank account. I guess I should have been outraged at the amount, being used to total access to our account for all those years, but in my mind I was satisfied at him giving me anything at all. That just went to show where my head had been at the time. I was still blaming myself for allowing things to get to the point where he had felt it necessary to leave me.
After about three weeks of feeling sorry for myself, I found a job waiting tables at a local sports club. The clientele was a mixture of older people during the day and the occasional couple or two, but for the most part it was usually empty. That was fine with me to start, I had never really had any experience doing waitressing work and the owner said that I would get the hang of it soon enough.
Arlund, the owner, was a nice guy, tall about six foot five, nicely proportion. He had graying brown hair that he kept cut short, and a nicely trimmed mustache, also graying. He had a way about him that immediately made me feel comfortable and welcome. Arlund seemed to be decidedly upset at the description my ex had used to describe me.
"Your not fat Connie! Most guys would call you nicely padded! I myself like a woman who's not all skin and bones." he said nicely. I could see that he was sincere, but looking at my five foot three frame, I decided that the weight I had put on was not at all attractive. I could remember looking a lot better when Ron and I had met ten years earlier. The reflection in the mirror no longer looked like anyone I ever thought I'd be.
"Well Arlund, I guess I see something completely different. There was a time when I could turn a few heads with the way I looked!" I murmured at my reflection.
"I'll tell you what Con, why don't you join me for a little get together I'm attending with some friends of mine? You needn't feel uncomfortable about meeting them; they're all just plain ordinary folks, and no super-models in the bunch I promise you. If after the party you still feel the way you do, I'd be happy to help you out anyway I can OK?" he smiled.
The warmth and genuine concern for my well-being was more than I had seen in quite a long time. Arlund's smile was warm and not at all what I had originally thought of the gruff exterior he projected. I decided that a night out might be just what I needed. Arlund seemed to take my far off look as an agreement to the date. "Good, then pack an overnight bag, and I'll pick you up at seven, we have a long way to drive tonight!" he snickered as I looked up in surprise.
"But, but, I don't know what to take with me. Where are we going? Is it a formal thing or what?" I stammered, not realizing I had indeed just agreed to accompany him.
"Just relax Con", he said beginning to massage my shoulders in a more than familiar way. "Everyone you'll meet tonight will be dressed the same, casual! You don't need to put on any airs around them I promise." he said.
I guess I just took his word for it and started getting excited about meeting a new circle of friends. Little did I realize at the time how much that decision would change my life so completely! Arlund's smile took on a more possessive look whenever he mentioned us going to the weekend gathering. I guess in my excitement, I hadn't seen the gleam in his eyes, then!
We closed early that day, because Arlund wanted to give me time to get ready. There wasn't any real need to keep it open, as no one had been in in over an hour. So, I rushed home to shower and put a small overnight bag together. With a somewhat distasteful look at my reflection, I dressed in what I thought would be "casual" clothing. I had decided on jeans and a warm pullover sweater, which hid the bulges that I no longer wanted anyone seeing. I teased out my hair a little so that I didn't look too demure, and applied some modest make-up. I looked at my image and realized maybe I wasn't so bad after all!
Around six thirty, the phone rang, it was Arlund letting me know he was on his way to pick me up. I felt a chill of excitement as he said, "Hope your wearing next to nothing Con, I like to play on my long drives!"
As I hung up the phone, it occurred to me what he might have meant. I looked back at my image and found myself wondering if he had meant something else? It also occurred to me that it had been quite a long time since I had had any intimate contact with a man, and if Arlund was indeed interested, I could do a lot worse!
I quickly found myself changing into a more drastically revealing top. The sweater was no longer an option, if I wanted to impress Arlund. I have a rather large breasts, to be honest, since I gained the weight, you could say they are huge! I wear a forty DD, and they are all mine, nothing phony about them. I guess of all the things that I am proud of, they are the most impressive attributes I can still see. I chose the one top that Ron had always said looked great on me, then decided to let my hair down, so to speak, and went braless! I hoped that it wasn't too much me showing, but after all, he had said he liked to play, didn't he? Just in case I was wrong, I threw on a button down denim shirt, in case I had misunderstood!
Within about fifteen minutes I heard a knock on my door. I checked my look again in the mirror, one last time, before opening the door to let Arlund in. He quickly took in the humble surroundings, my state of dress and said, "I think the shirt is a bit much for tonight Connie, it doesn't go with the rest of the outfit!"
Before I had a chance to say a word, he began to unbutton the shirt and pulled it off. I was speechless at his, seeming easiness with the way he assumed I wouldn't mind. At first I wanted to ask whom the hell he thought he was to just take off my shirt? Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice, just told me to let it go, and I let him take it off and deposit it on the arm of the chair.
"There, that's much better!" he said with a gleam in his eye.
Arlund was now plainly staring at my unrestrained tits pressing out against the silky fabric of my blouse. He made no attempt to hide the fact that they were the sole objects of his attention. I felt a bit embarrassed at his obvious stare and tried to cover myself a bit by reaching for my overnight bag.
"You know Con, I think I am a good judge of people's character. You don't get where I am by second-guessing a first impression. Do you believe I have any ill will towards your safety this weekend?" he asked.
"Well, of course not Arlund." I stammered as his deep blue eyes locked on mine. "I'm just not really very comfortable with myself since my divorce. Ron made it very plain to me, that I was not the woman I once was!"
"Fuck Ron", Arlund groaned, "He's no longer in the picture. As soon as you admit to that, the sooner you can go on!"
I looked at him for a minute and knew, somehow, that he was right! I was still living in the past, and this was my chance to start putting that part of my life behind me! With a shrug and a smile, I nodded my head and said, "OK, what is it you want me to do?"
I still do not know why I said that. It was like another person's voice from deep inside just took over, and I found myself just wanting to agree to whatever Arlund wanted of me. I guess it was at that point that the old Connie, just gave up and let the new one break out.
"OK, first you have to tell me that you trust me to not allow anything bad happen to you! Second, you must do exactly as I say, without hesitation", he said in a more serious voice.
I don't understand what happened to the old me, but the new one readily agreed. I found myself wondering what I had just given up, and agreed to? It didn't take long for me to find out either.
"Are you ready to go then?" he asked.