I have to thank Literotica for making this story happen. Unlike my fiction stories which contain sex which spans thirty years of my life, strategically placed into developed story lines, this story is 95% true. The names have been changed, and "Sara" and I only ended up having one day and four nights together. I actually met "Sara" in the pool the day before, and again at breakfast the following morning. In the interest of brevity I am simply addressing our hot tub experience. (I honestly did not know she was going to be there.) Everything else about the story is true.
Note to "Sara": Thank you for an absolutely wonderful time. I know you still were left wondering whether you were truly desirous or just a "conquest". You were one of the most exciting women I've ever been with. My vacation was supposed to be a visit with family and, a rest period from the rigors of work. YOU made it ever so much more than that. Don't judge all men by ex-husbands or guys who only want "trophy" girls. There are plenty of guys out there, like me, who love a big, beautiful package with the personality to make the physical attractions fun, and not a chore. I truly hope that you know, and I mean REALLY, REALLY know, that you are someone special and unbelievably desirous. Thank you from a guy who will always look forward to hearing from you and sincerely hopes that our time together was as memorable for you as it was for me. Take care!!
A BBW VACATION STORY
I guess the term "it's a small world" really is true. You never know where you might meet people who know you. A reality which I confirmed on my recent vacation in Colorado.
After a long day of sightseeing in Colorado Springs and the Denver area I headed back to my hotel for some much-needed rest.
I seem to remember stumbling towards the bed but not much after that. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke up at 11:52pm, surprised at how downright chilly the room had gotten with only a small window fan.
Sleeping nude on the East Coast during the summer months is an, almost, necessity. Sleeping nude in the mountains of Colorado, without the blankets, was proving to be a bit nippy to say the least.
I figured I'd take a quick hot shower to bring my body temperature back up before I went back to sleep. Moments later I discarded that idea when a trickle of water dripped from the showerhead.
(Reminder to self – Change rooms in the morning or hurl obscenities at the hotel maintenance person. Maybe both.)
I thought momentarily, and then wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out the front door of my room. Three floors below me was the community hot tub. Empty. Devoid of people. All to myself and my freezing body.
I looked back at the clock. 12:02.
I had no bathing suit and a pair of boxers would be next to nothing when it was wet.
I looked back outside. I saw and heard no one.
I went back and grabbed my room key and then headed for the elevator. A minute or so later I was standing next to the hot tub.
I quickly scanned for the controls and the water temperature.
104°. I normally like it a tad hotter but right about then I didn't care.
Punching the button for the jets I heard the satifying "WHOOSH!!" as the pulsating streams came to life.
Dropping my towel near the tub I quickly entered and found a seat where multiple jets massaged my body and restored my lost heat.
I was only in the tub about two minutes when I heard the padding of feet coming towards the tub deck and up the steps. A moment later a woman's startled voice said, "Oh excuse me. I didn't expect anyone to be here."
Fortunately the jets had formed a bubbling carpet over the water's surface or she would have been even more startled.
She hesitated at the top of the stairs as if unsure of whether to proceed. She had obviously been swimming, and even coming from the hotel's indoor pool, she had to be cold.
The slight shiver in her body was a dead giveaway but the fully defined nipples pressing against her bathing suit was what had drawn my full attention.
"Don't worry about it. That's why it's called a community hot tub", I laughed cheerily. "More than one person gets to use it at the same time."
Relieved she quickly walked into the tub and sat directly across from me.
As she bent to step into the tub I had a chance to quickly look her over. Early to mid-40's. Medium brown hair. 5'6". Maybe 5'7".
A black one piece bathing suit neatly wrapped an excellent cleavage, large belly, wide hips and an expansive ass that I'd have sold an arm and a leg to rock my cock against.
A tattoo of a rose on her ankle, crossed by an ankle bracelet, completed the vision.
I was actually sorry to see her sit. Just watching her get into the tub had hardened me considerably.
We did the usual small talk thing. Her name was Sara. She was visiting a brother in Bailey. She was just as amazed as I was at how cold it gets in a hotel with no air conditioning.
I could see she was warming up. Not just from the tub but to the conversation.
When I told her my name was Don she looked at me quizzically and asked if she knew me from somewhere. As much as I would have liked to say yes, I couldn't place her at all. After a brief litany of people and places, with no connections, we decided that we must not know each other.
I could tell though that it was still bothering her as she was sure she knew me from somewhere. I figured the old Oklahoma City joke might be worth a try.
"Wait a minute", I piped up deadly seriously. "Have you ever been to the airport hotel in Oklahoma City?"
"No", she sighed. "I've never been to Oklahoma City. Ever."
I looked at her momentarily as if I was trying to remember where we could have met.
"Hmm", I said. "Neither have I. Must have been two different people."
She paused momentarily and then laughed heartily.
"Don't quit your day job", she laughed.
She looked a bit flushed.
"Wow. I know I haven't been in here long but I'm hot", she said as she looked over at the thermometer.
"I know", I chuckled. "I thought that the moment I saw you".
Sara was definitely taken aback. Her head snapped back and she leveled her gaze directly at me, studying my face.
I could see the moment of recognition as it exploded onto her face. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and her mouth did a double "fish-flop" as she tried to speak.
"I do know you", she finally said. "You're Don Stone. I've seen your picture."
Now it was my turn to register shock. I wasn't sure if her knowing me was a good thing or a bad thing. I didn't know if she was going to run screaming from the tub, or drown me if I got any closer to her.
"Where would you have seen my picture?", I asked innocently.
If it was possible her face flushed even redder and despite her claims of being hot she was shivering like a trout on a hook.
"I've seen your picture on the… ummm… internet. I've read your stories. I've ummm…" She was at a loss for words.
I was tempted to look over at the thermometer. With a face as red as hers she had to be driving the temperature up. She was certainly driving mine up as I realized where she would have seen me and read my stories.
I decided not to make any move towards her. I figured that if I moved a muscle she was going to bolt like a rabbit. I figured talking was the best course of action for now.
"You've read my stories", I softly said as I attempted to lock her eyes on mine. "Did you like them?"
Sara seemed to calm down a bit as she saw that I was not moving towards her. Her eyes finally found mine and I could see, even before she answered, that she had enjoyed the stories.
"Were they all true?", she asked incredulously.
"I write fiction for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others", I explained to her. "There are scenes and real-life instances that I use to make the story fun and believable. I have a great deal of fun writing them. I hope you've had a great deal of fun reading them."
Sara looked deep into my eyes to see if I was telling her the truth or if I was "pulling her chain".
"Do you really like women like…", she stammered and took a deep breath. "…like me?"
Sara had folded her arms across her breasts in an obviously defensive move. I figured it was now or never.
"Do you mind if I move over next to you?", I said; my eyes never losing their lock on hers. "I can prove to you what I like, and don't like, if you'll let me."
Sara shivered a bit more but she never uttered a sound. I began to slowly move my way over towards her, sliding my butt across the smooth tub seats. I knew if I stood and exposed myself to her she would be out of the tub like a shot.
Sara shivered almost uncontrollably but I could see excitement building in her eyes as I inched closer to her.
Excitement, yes, but also apprehension. She still wasn't sure about me.
Finally I had moved to the other side of the tub. I sat about a foot from her. My left knee was against her right knee. If we had been out of the water her knee knocking against mine would have sounded like machine gun fire.
I placed my hand on her knee and gave it a brief squeeze.
"Don't be scared", I said as soothingly as I could despite my rising excitement. "You asked whether I like women like you and I told you I'd prove it to you. You have to trust me though."
"I'm sorry", Sara finally managed to squeak out.
"Nothing to be sorry about", I reassured her. "You don't know me from Adam. I just want you to relax. You and I will get to know each other at your pace."
Sara smiled at me and spoke a bit stronger.
"Okay. It's just that its' been a long time since any man has acted like he wanted to be with me."
"Sara", I said as I looked straight into her eyes. "I'm not acting. I really want to be with you."
With that I stood up and turned towards her, leaning across to kiss her fully on the lips. Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
Sara's arms uncrossed from her chest and I felt her hands slide across my sides and across my back as I moved closer to her.
Bent over as I was, my lips contacted hers, just as my cock and balls contacted the top of her right thigh. I could feel the jolt through her body as she tightened her body.
"You're naked!!", she exclaimed with a mix of surprise and amazement.
