My first BBW sexual encounter occurred over 20 years ago now, when I had just finished my second year of University. I was offered summer vacation work experience interstate at a large industrial plant and took the opportunity. I'd fallen in love that year and had had my heart broken (that's another story) and was happy to get away from it all for the summer. The worksite was large and they employed more than 40 vacation students like me every summer, so I was looking forward to meeting some new people and leaving that other stuff behind.
About 30 of the vacation students were staying in dormitory style accommodation at a local University campus which was empty over the summer. I arrived at the dorm at about lunchtime on a beautiful summer's day, and promptly locked my keys in my car...this was not exactly the start I was looking for. I buzzed the dorm manager and she came down to see what was happening. Her name was Jane and she was a grad student who had offered to manage the dorm and keep an eye on the vac students over the summer for cheap rent and the opportunity to continue working on her thesis.
She was a few years older than me, 24 maybe, and about as tall as my shoulder (I'm 6-2). She had longish black hair that was really beautiful, and was the feature that struck me immediately. She wore thick glasses, had a very pale complexion, and a large mouth...kinda wide with big lips that looked very red, but I think that was just the contrast to her pale skin. She was barrel shaped with a big chest that jutted out almost horizontally, like you could set a drink on it. I certainly wasn't attracted to her from the outset, and I assume she thought I was a moron for locking my keys in my car.
She called the local roadside assist for me and an hour later after many embarrassed "thank you"s I was unpacking the contents of my car into my tiny dorm room. It really was small, a single bed along one wall and a tiny desk and chair on the other. Not a lot of storage space which didn't really worry me. We'd be wearing the company uniform and I had tried to travel reasonably light.
A day or so later the dorm was crowded with everyone ready to start the work induction the following Monday. A large group of us decided to go out to a pub on the Saturday evening. After way too many drinks I found myself dancing with Jane and enjoying it. Every now and then we'd brush against each other and I started to get hard. I'm sure she knew this as her brushes against me became more frequent. My memory is slightly hazy due to beer intake but I seem to recall some drunken making out on the dance floor as well...ahh, the things you do when you're 20.
My next memory is a group of us packed into a cab, three of us squeezed into the back seat with Jane's big ass and thigh right up against mine. Her hand was resting on my thigh and I started to get hard again. I put my hand over hers and guided it to my cock which was growing steadily inside my jeans. She gently massaged it and it continued to grow. We arrived back at the dorm and all chipped in for the fare and I stumbled off to my tiny room.
The next thing I know I am waking up in the morning with an enormous hangover...hmmm, what exactly happened last night? I can remember soft lips on mine in the night (or did I dream that), I can remember trying to sit up in bed and seeing Jane standing naked at the foot of the bed (I don't think it was a dream), and then all I know is that I'm awake with a headache that is trying to split my skull in two. The faint morning light through the curtains seems too bright and I closed my eyes again.
That image of a naked Jane returned to my head. In this image she has very pale skin, her breasts are hanging now they're free of her bra, her nipples are pale pink and are hard. Her hips are wide, her belly is large and her thighs are full. Nestled between her thighs and under her belly is a jet black bush, an amazing contrast to her skin. It's a perfect inverted triangle, not an out of control jungle but a natural pubic thatch that seems to be perfect on her body.
"Did I fuck her?" I ask myself.
I roll over, can't see any condoms lying around. I am naked, but there doesn't appear to be a wet spot in the bed. Hmm, what exactly happened? All this thinking was making my brain hurt, so I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. I think I dozed for a little while with the crushing hangover refusing to let me really sleep properly.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in" I said.
It was Jane, she was wearing a huge white bathrobe and fluffy slippers.
"How are you?" she asked and sat down in the desk chair.
I replied that I had a monumental hangover and was about ready to die. She just chuckled and said that she'd had better days.
"So, uhhh, what exactly happened last night?" I asked, feeling more and more embarrassed that I just couldn't remember.
"You don't know?" she asked with her brown eyes widening behind her glasses.
"Umm no" I replied with the hangover and embarrassment now competing to try and kill me.
"Nothing really" she said to my relief. "I came here and we made out, we both got naked and then you feel asleep".
"Ohhhh" I said, sheepishly.
"Anyway," she went on, "I just wanted you to know that I'm not normally like that, and I've only ever been with guys before when we've been in a relationship."
This news made my head ache just a bit worse, I was not interested in a relationship, I was still scarred relationship-wise and I was only here for three months anyway. There was going to be no avoiding each other though, was this going to be really awkward now?
I lay back and folded my hands under my head. I looked across at her, she was sitting demurely on the desk chair. She looked like she was dealing with the impacts of last night's beers much better that I was. I could see her lower legs and there were just a few very fine hairs on her calves to be seen in the dull light. Suddenly that image of her naked returned to me, amazingly, my hangover receded immediately and I suddenly felt extremely horny (which is clearly a much better way to feel).
I could feel my cock starting to throb a little and grow. I stretched and arched my back and the bed sheet half slid off me. She could see my own pubic bush and my slowly thickening cock. She looked away and actually blushed a bit which I found cute despite my overriding sense of horniness. I'm usually very shy with girls but this had obviously dropped away due to my aroused state.
"Hey Jane, are you wearing anything under that robe?" I asked.
She blushed deeper, and the flush spread right across her throat and to the top of her chest. It may have spread even further but the robe was doing a good job covering her up. She looked back towards me from my toes upwards, her gaze lingering on my groin which was continuing to show signs of my arousal, finally meeting my eyes. She blushed again and refused to meet my eyes, then slowly started to spread her thighs which had been tightly together and angled to the side in a very ladylike manner up until then.
