The Welding Society had a show and convention each year. As many such groups did, the society moved its focus city each year. This year it was in Philadelphia, the home of liberty.
David was a man who'd just turned forty, and had been in the profession of machine building for more than a few years. He had become an expert, on welding, by chance. A best friend was a metallurgist -- a good one -- and had asked him about the possibility of his designing a new machine.
After a few hours of study, a few witness sessions with other machines where he was free to ask questions, and he was hooked. He found out that "welder loads" as he called them, varied with whether the arc medium was a gas or a fluid (he knew that a gas is a type of fluid, but he chose to separate them in his mind). His machines varied from TIG (Tungsten Inert Gas) through arc, resistive and MIG (Metal Inert Gas) types. They could be large and they could be small -- he now knew them all.
The show had ended early today and most of the attendees were being bused to one of a series of preplanned events for their pleasure. David had little use for these events and so had reelected to walk around town. After all, his ample frame could use the exercise and he always needed to control his weight -- or try to.
He'd been walking in the same direction, more or less, for several miles when he saw a local library. His interest in books and reading, when combined with something novel he'd seen at the show today, caused him to go in. It had been a few years since his last visit to a public library and he marveled over the change he saw. Even the book numbering system had changed, and when he looked for a card catalog, all he found was computers.
He went up to the desk to ask a librarian for help but no one was around. He saw a little sign and a small bell that said "ring me". He did, and a lady came from where she'd been talking with another member of the staff and asked how she could help. She, like him, was 'generously' proportioned. She had a pleasant personality and a cute smile. Her eyes and lips were her strongest features. She was pleasant, or was he repeating himself. Pleasantness and a warm smile had always been treasures to him. His own mother was a perfect example of unending pleasantness, and a measure of all women in his eyes.
As she talked, his eyes took in the rest of her. He'd never been a person to look askance at a large person -- heck, if he did he'd hate himself. Besides, she was definitely what he'd always wanted. What is the more politically correct term these days? BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. She was dressed conservatively, but he could tell that her ample hips and bust would be fun exploring -- if he was given half a chance. She directed him, and tutored him on the latest library techniques and asked if there was anything else.
He wanted to continue the conversation, but his inexperience with ladies made him somewhat bashful. He sat at the computer and watched her go back to the desk, and then busied himself. He did research and printed several items before the printer stopped printing. Perplexed, he went back to the desk and the same lady, and asked for help. This time she'd been sitting, and he watched with fascination as she stood. She must get a lot of exercise walking around the stacks he thought as he watched the grace of her movement.
She went to the printer, slid open a tray, and found the paper supply gone. She returned to the desk, picked up a ream of paper and returned to fill the machine. When she bent over the machine, he got a good look at her ample thighs, and the way her hips hugged the fabric at the rear of her dress. As she turned, he noticed that one of the widely spaced buttons had popped loose at the top of her dress, and he could see a hint of the soft, white flesh of her breasts.
She looked at what he'd printed and asked what he did for a living. As he explained it, his eyes kept returning to her breasts. She didn't appear to notice, and surely didn't know the view she was giving him. Again, he almost moaned as she excused herself and returned to the checkout desk. He hurried to take a seat before other visitors noticed the 'tent' forming in front of him. Once seated, he pushed it down and squirmed in his seat a little to quiet it and tried to get his mind on something else.
Something else, right! He wondered what she did when not at work. Wondered what she enjoyed, wondered where she lived, wondered if she was married or engaged. He wondered if she lived alone or with a long term relationship.
At ten minutes to five, he walked back to the counter and asked her if she knew where he could mail his work home, back to himself. Again she stood, and then bent over and pulled a large mailing envelope from below the desk. That same button was still unbuttoned and he could see the cleavage and through it almost to her navel. She wore a black bra that had trouble doing its job. He wished it too, would have a fastener failure -- no such luck.
She handed him the envelope and helped him 'pack' the papers and insert them into the envelope. She suggested that it might be expensive to mail them first class. But, told him there was a large post office a few blocks away that was open until late. He could weigh them there and have the clerk apply the proper postage.
When she'd tried to give him directions, she became frustrated at her direction giving abilities and told him that she was off work in a minute, and if he wanted she could show him. He protested that he didn't want to drag her away from work or out of her way. She said that it would be a pleasure because it was on her way home.
They left the library and walked several blocks down, turned for two short blocks and then turned again. Half way down the block they found the post office. He thanked her and she turned to leave. He only had three more days of the show, was lonely at the prospect of eating alone, and enchanted by her. He hollered after her, and then ran to her. Out of breath, he explained that he would like to thank her in some small way. He said that he had to eat alone and hated it, was from out of town and knew no one else in the area, and asked if she wasn't busy would she have dinner with him.
She thought for a minute before surprising him by saying yes. She said she didn't want to eat in a fancy place; a simple dinner was what she wanted. She also said she wanted to change before dinner if he'd wait. He definitely wanted to wait. She even allowed him to walk her home and invited him inside. She said that, indeed, she lived alone and then left the room to change.
He busied himself at a sofa, looking through magazines and even a bookcase filled to overflowing with books. When she returned ten minutes later, she'd showered and changed into a beautiful, full-skirted blue dress that accented her blond hair and the blue of her eyes -- those gorgeous eyes. She smelled of an allusive, but light, fragrance. He'd always hated the smell of rose water and heavy scents. This was perfect to him.
He asked to call a cab, but she wanted to walk. She took his arm and moved close to him as they walked to a small place she knew. Throughout dinner he stared. Her dress was conservatively cut low in front and loose around those fascinating breasts. A light material was 'gathered' across the front. Her hem was even with the knee, and he managed several glances at her firm calves and thighs. Where do those thighs end?" he asked himself and his imagination ran wild at the thought. He gave the waiter a credit card and they waited for its return. He added a generous tip, signed the slip, and then removed the duplicate with his card and returned them to his wallet.
As they started to leave, he got up and assisted her to rise. As she did, the chair caught her skirt and lifted it to expose a generous thigh all the way to the hip. The waiter's mouth was agape and he stepped to shield her from his eyes. Once outside she thanked him... Teasingly, he said that he did it only to preserve it for his own eyes, and the view was much better up close. She smiled and leaned into him to push him with a shoulder. Again his eyes, like a strong magnet, were drawn to her breasts. She looked up into his face and noticed his attraction to them. She smiled and he turned red.
She told him not to be embarrassed, that it had been a long time since a man had looked at her that way, and that she was pleased by the attention. As he walked her home, he enjoyed her company. He even asked her to walk around the block with him before going in. They made five slow trips around the block, and as they approached her home again, she asked him if he'd come in for coffee. He didn't want to have her bother making coffee, and she said that she had some ice cream and cold coke in the refrigerator. He asked what flavor of ice cream -- ha!! As if he'd ever say no for any flavor.
They sat at the table in the kitchen eating, sipping and talking. She left and returned a few moments later in a soft robe. The robe was bunched and tied around her waist. The top was a nearly transparent veil sewed onto the body of the robe. She had loosened her hair and it fell loosely around her shoulders. Her skin was creamy and delicious looking. As she sat sideways on the straight backed wooden chair, she crossed her legs and the robe fell open. She hurriedly grabbed, and closed it, but not before he saw that she was still wearing a matching black panty. He was sitting back from the table when it happened, but instantly his embarrassment was back. His trousers literally leaped under the pressure.
Now it was his turn to be embarrassed -- and it showed. His face was a vivid red as he tried to scoot the chair forward. She smiled and looked at him, and then she held out her hand. As the fingers closed, she reminded him that he'd been her knight at the restaurant when the waiter was so intrigued.
