I hate the term BBW, but I guess it fits. I like to think that I've got a full figure with great curves. I've never been able to look at those rag mags and think that the models are beautiful. I cannot believe that anyone finds those girls attractive. Or maybe it is me being me, not finding acceptance in something that doesn't represent me or the millions of women who share my size. Is there men out there that can appreciate plus size women?
As Krissy sat staring at her computer screen, trying to find the will to continue her article, a smile graced her full lips. Well, she thought, that wasn't exactly true. She had found someone who appreciates her. They had been seeing each other for about a year now, and every time they were together, she wasn't sure it could get any better than the time before.
They had met thru an internet dating site and after a few months of chatting, she got the courage to finally meet him in person. The met at a local restaurant and ended up talking for hours. The talked of family and friends and things they had in common. They laughed as if no one could hear them and didn't care that people were watching them.
As they walked to their cars, she got nervous. Ok, Kris, this is where he blows you off now. Thank him for lunch and the nice afternoon and go home. As they reached his truck he turned to her and said, "Thank you for meeting me. I cannot remember the last time I had such a wonderful afternoon!" Now the line where he can't see me again is coming she thought.
"Can we see each other again?" He asked. Krissy was certain her mouth fell open at his request. "Absolutely, I would love to!" She replied. The next thing she knew, he had backed her back up to his truck and lowered his head. The first touch of his lips to hers were like a whisper, so gentle and oh so sweet. Her purse dropped to the ground as her hands came up to cradle his face.
He deepened the kiss as he slid his hands up her arms to her neck. His tongue stroked hers and she heard herself moan in response. He ran his hands faintly down her neck, sending a shiver up her spine. She tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen her kiss. She could feel herself get wet in response to him.
His lips left hers and ran down to the hollow between her neck and shoulders. Her head dropped back against the cab of his truck and her eyes fluttered closed. If he hadn't had her pinned against the side of the truck, she was sure she would have fallen. His lips worked their way back to hers, his tongue dueling with hers, making her cry out.
Her hands inched their way under his shirt. She could feel his arms shaking and she wanted him to know it was ok to let loose with her. He moved his hands from her waist and pushed her harder against the truck, grinding himself into her. With a groan, he pulled away from her. "Hun, we have to stop, otherwise someone is going to get a show." It took her a second to realize where they were, and when she remembered she flushed bright red and dropped her head on his shoulder.
"Oh my God! I cannot believe I just did that!" She was so embarrassed. What must he think of her damn near jumping his bones in the parking lot?!
"I believe we both just did that, and I have no regrets, other than we aren't alone." He tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. "In no way am I ashamed or embarrassed by what just happened. I want it to continue. Somewhere private though." He leaned in and kissed her slowly and gently.
She looked him in the eyes and could see that he meant what he said. "Let's take a drive." She replied.
He helped her into his truck and they headed to one of the local walking trails in the area. As they pulled out of the parking lot, he reached across the seat for her hand and grasped it tightly, bringing it to his lips and kissing her hand gently.
Within minutes they had reached their destination. He parked the truck and hopped out, running around to her door to open it for her. Damn, she thought, a man that opens doors for a woman! He's one of the good ones.
He helped her down from the truck and they headed for one of the trails. They talked about the weather, their jobs, their friends. They held hands as they walked and he made sure to help her over any rough patches. They reached the lookout spot within a few minutes.
"Oh my! It's beautiful up here. I've never been here before." She looked out over the lake and marveled at the beauty of it. "How did you know it was here?" She asked him.
"My buddies and I used to come up here as kids and do some hunting. Well, that's what we said we were doing. I don't think we did much hunting, to be honest with you." A smiled graced his face, almost sheepishly. He was really handsome when he smiled, she thought. Almost as if there is a glint of the devil in his eye.
They sat on the picnic table, side by side, and talked for awhile. Krissy found she was constantly touching him in some way. Bumping his leg with hers, running her hands on his arm, touching his face, brushing his hair from his eyes. He grabbed the hand that was touching his arm and brought her palm to his lips and kissed it, making her hand sizzle from the spark.
