Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is a stand-alone story. However, the character of Beryl appeared previously in "BBW Birthday Reunion." Its focus is on the admiration of big, beautiful women and also includes some light anal play. Enjoy!
***
What was she thinking?
Beryl's whole evening was planned out. Room service. Settling in with her current spy thriller and a bottle of wine. A long, hot bath afterwards. Maybe laying back and fingering herself to a little relief from her usual horniness.
Or work on her manuscript. Not that she's been making much headway with it
.
Why did she ever think that because she loves
reading
spy novels she has what it takes to
write
one?
Whatever. Here she is. Grabbing a seat at the hotel bar. Waiting to meet a total stranger for drinks.
All thanks to Amanda. She called an hour ago while Beryl was walking back to the hotel. Amanda's been a bad influence since they were teens. Nothing's changed, apparently.
"Colin's his name," Amanda said. "He lives around the corner from your hotel. I sent him your picture and he said you're hot."
"What picture?"
"The one from Rose's barbecue," Amanda said.
Beryl shakes her head. Of all pictures, why did Amanda send that one? Beryl was in a white tanktop and jeans shorts. Hair in a ponytail and a beer in hand. Real classy.
The bartender comes over. He's tall with wavy blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a charming smile. "What'll it be?"
A vodka martini to ease her nerves, perhaps? Maybe not on an empty stomach. No need to be drunk before this so-called date even begins. She glances at the wine list printed on a card set up on the bar. "The sauvignon blanc, please."
Their eyes meet. Beryl detects a spark aimed her way. Into bigger ladies, is he?.
"Whatever you like," he says.
Yeah, I'm sure.
A shiver runs down her back. Damn. She
is
horny tonight. That's what she gets for failing to pack her vibrator on a business trip.
Beryl picks up her phone and opens the picture of Colin Amanda sent her. The one of them in Aruba.
Colin is tall with short brown hair and dark blue eyes. He's bare chested in the photo, his lean muscles evident. One arm is around Amanda, who leans against him. She's in a bikini, her BBW proportions nearly identical to Beryl's.
Beryl sighs. Why's she doing this? Agreeing to meet Amanda's vacation hook-up from last year for drinks. It's nuts.
But Amanda sang his praises and insisted. Beryl gave in, as usual.
"Fine," Beryl said. "But it won't wind up anything more. That's not my style."
"What about David last December?" Amanda asked.
That
was completely different, of course. Beryl and David had a history. They'd worked together, been friends. Even made-out that one time. Colin, however, is a stranger. Even if he is vouched for by Amanda.
Besides, it's only drinks.
Maybe
dinner. That's all.
"You won't regret it," Amanda assured her.
Yeah, right. We'll see.
The bartender returns with her drink. Smiling broadly. Eye contact again "Here you go. Enjoy."
A shiver runs down her back. "Thank you."
The bartender turns away. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a man across the bar glancing her way. He's subtle, checking her out when he thinks she doesn't notice.
She returns the favor, looking him over. He's cute. No doubt. An exceptionally fit build. Vivid gray eyes and tight blonde hair starting to turn white.
He looks her way again. Yup, he's clearly into her. Same as the bartender. She's gotten better at spotting the lingering looks aimed her way. Guys into BBWs are everywhere.
Mr. Gray Eyes would certainly do if her date falls through. Beryl sips her wine, scenarios playing out in her imagination. Mr. Gray Eyes coming over, buying her a drink.
Talk follows. Turns out he's a diplomat. Yeah. Speaks five languages, too. Of course he does. Connections to the intelligence community, as well. An expert in fine art as well as, she'll learn later, cunnilingus.
He looks like a Bruce. Beryl and Bruce, vibing instantly. Laughing and finishing each other's sentences by the end of their drink.
"Another?" Bruce might ask.
Then what? Maybe Beryl places her hand atop his, looking deep into his eyes. "I've a better idea."
They rush upstairs to his suite. Crazed fucking following, Bruce enjoying every inch of her big, beautiful body.
Yeah, that's how it would all go down. Maybe if she was more adventurous, that is. Maybe if she was Amanda.
Beryl takes another sip of wine, her cheeks warm with arousal. Had to leave her vibrator back in Binghamton, didn't she? Some good it's doing her there.
"Alas," Beryl mutters.
Another glance at her gray-eyed back-up plan. His face lights up and he stands. For a moment Beryl expects him to approach her.
Then she sees the woman he's been waiting for. A gorgeous BBW about Beryl's age and measurements. Long, curly blonde hair. A bountiful ass and big tits. Bruce greets her with a kiss.
Oh, well.
Beryl's phone buzzes. A text from Colin. "Running fifteen minutes late. I'm really sorry."
Great start to the evening, huh? Maybe she should have stuck with reading her spy novel or masturbating. Well, at least Colin's courteous enough to let her know he'll be late.
"No worries," she texts back.
Beryl sips more wine and watches Bruce and his new companion. Blondie laughs at Bruce's jokes, swatting his forearm. They'll probably head up to his room before long. Blondie on her hands and knees, her big ass thrust into the air. Bruce nailing her from behind.
Beryl inserts herself into the scenario. Receiving oral sex from Blondie while Bruce pounds that blonde BBW pussy. Then Beryl and Blondie switch places.
Dang
. What's gotten into her?
"Another white wine?" the bartender asks.
Beryl glances down. She hadn't realized she'd finished her drink.
She shrugs. "Sure. Why the heck not?"
***
Colin glances at the time again.
Ten minutes late and counting. Damn it.
The red light turns to green after what feels like an eternity.
Thank goodness.
If the Air Force has taught him anything, it's punctuality. Now here he is showing up late to a blind date. He must seem like a real winner.
He pulls into the parking garage, searching for a spot. Growing later with every passing second. Of all Wednesdays, why is it so crowded tonight?
An empty spot at last. He parks, taking the elevator down to the street. He heads along The Wharf towards her hotel. Willing himself to walk normally.
Calm down
. It's a two minute walk. Don't want to arrive sweaty and flustered, do you? What kind of first impression is that? Especially after showing up late.
Relax. Enjoy the walk.
The Wharf is definitely busier than usual for midweek. Tons of people enjoying the perfect weather. A party onboard one of the yachts in the marina. Several boats out on the water.
A pair of women walking the other direction glance his way. They're cute enough, sure, but far too skinny for his tastes. He smiles at them anyway.
Colin arrives at the hotel. It's sleek and modern with an entrance facing the Wharf. He goes in and spots the entrance to the bar on the far side of the lobby.
His stomach tightens.
Here we go.
He spots Beryl at once. Her head turns at his entry, smiling. She's even hotter than in her photo. And her photo was
hot.
There's no doubt Beryl's Amanda's cousin, either. Same heart-shaped face and plump lips. Identical figures, too. A true BBW.
She's in a short-sleeved bright blue dress with a plunging neckline. It highlights her ample curves perfectly. And, boy, does she have them. In fucking abundance.
Her hair flows down dark and lustrous over her shoulders. Framing her pretty face. Oversized glasses and bright green eyes complete the picture.
He plays it cool, smiling as he approaches. So much for an ordinary evening at home.
Beryl. Wow.
***
Beryl checks her phone.
A quarter past six.
Colin will be here any moment.
Butterflies flutter in her stomach. How odd. Why should she be nervous?
She glances at the door again. She recognizes the man walking in from his photo.
Oh, my.
Perhaps her spy novel can wait till later, after all.
The things a picture can't convey. His chiseled physique, sure. But not the way he moves with such catlike grace. Or the casual confidence he emits in gray pants and light blue sweater.
Or the in-person magnetism of his grin. What a man! Tightly cropped haircut, classic good looks. Deep blue eyes.
Amanda left out the biggest detail about him, though. The one Beryl should've noticed from the photo: He looks a full decade younger than Beryl.
He offers his hand. "Hello, Beryl."
His handshake is firm. She his hands are strong, yet oddly soft. Capable of being as rough or gentle as the situation warrants, she imagines.
Excitement quivers up her back. "That's me."
She winces.
That's me? God, I sound like an idiot.
"Sorry I'm late," he says. "DC traffic is bad already. Throw in a road closure and forget it."
"I understand," Beryl says.
He sits. "Thanks. I feel bad keeping you waiting."
"Not a problem."
The bartender returns.
Colin glances at Beryl's drink. "I'll take whatever she's having."
The bartender nods curtly and leaves.
Colin meets her gaze. His blue eyes hold her in their grip. "Amanda said you were in town for a conference."
Amanda sips her drink, nodding. "A seminar at the Department of Energy."
"Anything exciting?"
"Let's see? Three days exploring the tax incentives surrounding the installation of renewable energy infrastructure."
"Important stuff," Colin says. "Is that what you do, work in renewables?"
Beryl shrugs. "The money part. I'm the CFO for a company that installs wind turbines."
"Wow," Colin says. "You're a high-powered business lady."
"That OK? I've met a few guys who are thrown off by it."
"Sounds like you've met the wrong guys," he says.
Quick on his feet, isn't he?
"Good answer."
The bartender places down Colin's glass of wine and leaves. He really is into Beryl, isn't he? Where might things have gone if she'd stopped by the hotel bar before tonight? This could've been an interesting trip indeed.
Colin takes a sip. "I gotta say, you don't look like a CFO."
Time to have a little fun.
"Why's that? Because I'm a woman?"
He leans forward, a smile forming on his lips. "I was gonna say you look way too
