Ahh the continuing saga of Angel’s stories. Yes, it is I, Angel, dear readers, back to tell another fabulous tale. Which one this time? Also, I thank whoever of you took the time to respond to my last story. I love feedback, feel free to send me more. As with all my stories, these are mostly true, with names changed to protect the guilty. All parties involved are over 18 and consenting adults. Do not read if explicit sex acts described offend you or if you are not 18.
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As I mentioned before, I work in the kind of field that doesn’t take lightly to people having an open mind towards sex. I enjoy sex. I find it relaxing, exhilarating and downright mind blowing if done right. I don’t believe that the narrow minded dictates of a patriarchal society should dictate how I enjoy and lead my life. I have a web cam, I chat on Yahoo (Ooo wouldn’t you like to know the ID heehee), Msn, and a few other naughty places, but I don’t necessarily do it just to meet men to have sex with. I like talking to other people. I have found that it takes more than “Hey baby I lick pussy good” to get me going nowadays. I like a man who can talk to me, turn me on with his words first, and then tell me more about his sexual prowess.
I started talking to James several months after my last major relationship. He was tall, (6’9!!) and broad shouldered, something I love in a man. He also wasn’t sure where he was going and had just gotten out of a relationship with someone he really had been hurt by. I wasn’t looking for anything too serious, just some fun and entertainment, maybe some dating. We had children the same age, so I figured at least my son would have a potential playmate too. God was I in for a big surprise.
We had gone out a few times for dinner and what not when I picked him up for shopping the weekend before Christmas. His son was with his ex wife, mine was with his aunt, and we were going to Shop Till We Dropped. At this point, I still just considered us friends. We’d kissed once, but never had he said one thing about being really interested in me. We were out shopping and I noticed that he kept staring at my breasts. At first I thought I was imagining things, but it happened over and over. As I have mentioned before, I’m rather well endowed in that area. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a size two with 38F tits, but more a real sized woman, plus sized, with large full breasts and thick milky thighs. I finally decided to corner him on it.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked innocently.
“What? What do you mean?” I saw him look away quickly.
”You’re staring at my tits! Geez, why don’t you cop a feel if it is that big a deal,” I laughed when I said this, thinking he wouldn’t. Well, I was mistaken. He leaned over quickly and copped a feel. I was shocked. I just stared at him. Mind you, I was still driving my car!
“Um, excuse me” I said, and moved his hand. He sort of laughed.