I love to sit around my apartment complex, at one of the pools, the gym, the mailroom⦠I love looking for a guy to satisfy me for the night. I like them all, White, Black, Hispanic; you name it and I will fuck it. And despite my larger size (bbw) many men find me attractive and unbelievably not sluttish. Must be my innocent face,
Today I saw the one I have wanted for over a week. He is tall 6'8 and very muscular. He is a stark contrast to my usual sex partners. I made my mind up and decided to seduce him.
I walked toward him and immediately fell over a tree root breaking through the pavement. Assuming my seduction was over I started to leak a few tears when a huge hand reached forward and lifted my chin. He wiped away the small tear and asked if I was alright. With the largest pout in the neighborhood on my face I replied that I was alright but my ankle was in pain. Sure enough we looked down and saw some blood trickling from a small but distinct gash on my foot.
To my sheer amazement and luck he picked me up and carried me to my apartment. (It never occurred to me that I never told him where I lived.) He took my keys from my still clenched fist and opened the door. He sat me gently on the sofa and went to the kitchen to get some paper towels. As he was away I began to wonder if I would get lucky anyway even after my embarrassing fall.
He came back with the paper towels and peroxide and a gauze bandage from the first aid kit above the fridge. He cleaned my cut and bandaged it and then asked if it felt better. I replied that it did and I immediately blushed because I realized I had been breathing heavily to fight off tears from the pain. He noticed my flushed face and just nodded. I realized he was about to leave when I made up my mind to try to seduce him anyway.
I asked him to sit and offered him a drink. Since I was injured he went to the bar and got himself a drink and asked what I wanted. I was planning on replying, "you" but got flustered. Something about this guy was making my usual take-charge attitude and throwing it out the window.
He did sit, and I was dying to ask him a thousand questions when I realized he looked uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked down and answered in such a quiet voice I may have imagined the answer entirely. "I want to know why you never let anyone take care of you." I was shocked and slightly pissed. Who was this guy to come and ask me a personal question like that? And then as suddenly as my anger came it went and with it. I realized he had a real interest in me and it was not just to fuck my round fleshy body.
I guess it all came flooding out at once, but the basic gist was that I did not like to depend on people. It was something I had learned when I was young and it did no good to be dependable on anyone but myself. I had just been let down too many times. When I had finished my story I looked over and saw a single tear slipping down his cheek. He gave me the most comforting words ever to come my way. "When you cannot depend on anyone but yourself, you are stronger than the rest of the world." I started bawling and he came over to me and said, that if I was willing; he would take care of me. I took a moment to think about this idea and finally nodded yes.
He introduced himself as Paul and said that he had been watching me for months when I was outside around the gym and the pool. He took notice of my exploits and always wondered why I wasn't in a steady relationship. I then had to explain to him that I worked full-time and often took extra shifts that were not mine. I had bills to pay and those bills left little time for anything else.
He just nodded and we sat silently for a while. It was not an uncomfortable silence by any means. I guess I must have dozed off due to my pain or the extra shift I had worked earlier that day. When I woke I was in my bed and covered with a blanket. I was wondering what had happened to Paul when he came in with a tray and sat it down on my chair. I murmured his name and he came over and gave me an award-winning smile. Well, hello sunshine. I asked how long I had been asleep and he said two hours. I looked over at the chair and he had sat down a cup and a tea bag with some fresh cut fruit. Since I know I had none of these things in my house I assumed he had gone and purchased them. When I started to protest he quickly took his very large hand and covered my mouth and then said softly, "You promised to let me take care of you." And I had; so I just sat in bed while he put the water on to boil and came and sat with me.
We drank tea and talked of insignificant things. I made to get up to clean up the dishes but I was again told to sit still. Paul cleared everything away and then came back and asked me what I wanted now. "You" was what I was thinking but for some reason this time I just wanted to get to know him more. So I said nothing, he asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him at his apartment. "Sure, I'd love to." My reply was obvious.
As I went to get up from my bed my ankle gave way. Paul looked really concerned. He again lifted me up and carried me (a big feat that he made look simple). It was then that I realized my knees were aching from my fall. Paul brought me to the living room and helped me steady myself. As we walked the short distance to his place he told me he lived by himself and that he actually was often lonely. I asked him about his love life and he just said that he does not date often because of his size.