I'd been texting Mike every day since we'd last met. Never too much at once. I was still nervous about giving him the girlfriend flusters. A guy like Mike, getting no attention his whole life and then so much at once, was likely to scare easily. I just gave him the usual flirty emojis: winky face, kissy face, eggplant, honeypot, sweat drops, open mouth. He responded with expectedly lazy and brief responses: lol, sounds good, nice, wat u wearing?. It had been a week and a half since we'd met in the comic shop.
When I'd last been at Mike's and returned from the shower, he'd been sitting upright, fully clothed again. We'd both nodded through a chill farewell and said we'd meet up again later on the weekend. Except one of the flaky bitches at work quit last minute and I got recruited to work double shifts the entire weekend. So I had to postpone returning to Mike and continuing my voyage across his expansive body.
Despite having licked approximately thirty percent of his body, I still hadn't seen him naked, or even topless. I hadn't even really seen his ass. Everything with Mike was somehow in reverse. I was coming on to him and he was the one being shy. I'd sucked his cock without him taking off his clothes. I wanted desperately to go and see him again, to uncover new realms of his body. So when I came over next, I was equipped with ambitions of expedition and spelunking into deep dark caves.
I just suggested pizza and Netflix to keep things simple. I hadn't dressed up, really, but I wore a touch of light makeup, envisioning close up cuddling. My boobs were boosted with one of my sexy bras under a tight, long-sleeved black top, showing a bit of cleavage. And I wore my tight, stretchy, sky blue jeans. Mike proved his devotion to sweatpants, and wore another giant t-shirt that made every effort to cover him. It was dark blue with the Captain America shield in the middle. He wore his black-framed glasses, emphasizing his sexy nerd factor.
"Hey." He stood in the open doorway like a cork stuffed into a bottle neck, his belly pressing between the door and the side wall. I smiled up at him reflexively as he let me in.
"So Aron's out, huh?"
"Yeah, at work for the night. He thinks you're cool, by the way."
I blushed, remembering how I'd awkwardly collected my clothes while he'd politely faced the wall.
"Yeah, he's alright. You can tell him I said that."
We made small talk for a few minutes, standing in the space where his kitchen transitioned into his living room. It didn't last long.
"So can you wait for pizza, or do you need a snack right now?" Mike shifted his feet wider when he said that, his thighs spreading apart. He placed one hand on his hip and tugged gently at the hem of his pants.
My brows bounced up as I realized what he was asking me. I was more surprised at how forward he was rather than at what he was actually offering me. His expression was mostly blank and serious, though there was a hint of a smirk at his lips. I twisted my shoulders to one side and placed a hand over my mouth, making a cute attempt at killing time while I decided what I thought.
My immediate thought was: "Fuck yeah, gimme that fat sausage, daddy." But the part of my brain that handled long term gratification soon rebutted, warning me against becoming his lazy blowjob buddy. I crinkled my nose and squeezed out a few more drops of girlish indecision before responding.
"Mmm, a snack, you say?" I moseyed up to him and placed my hands on his big belly. I started to rub them in little circles around Captain America's shield. "If I crawl under this big belly can I have it?"
Mike smiled down at me over the slope of his abundant chest.
"Oh yeah."
I pressed into his firm boulder gut with my hands and nuzzled my face into the white star of freedom.
"I love being under this belly, daddy. It's so big and sexy. It turns me on so much."
"Hm, yeah? You like this big gut?" Mike placed his big mitts on either side of himself and gave his belly a couple of slaps. I felt the shake vibrate me, and giggled.
"Oh god, your body is so big and powerful, daddy. This belly and these arms and this chest. Before I suck your cock...can I see it all?"
Mike slid his hands around my back and pulled me into him slightly. He looked down with the same smirk on his face, but now he was the one who was hesitating. I kissed his chest and looked up at him, begging with my eyes.
"Well...why don't you get down on your knees and I'll think about it."
He was making me beg for it, which I had to at least somewhat appreciate. I felt some hesitation at being told to suck his dick within five minutes of arriving, but given how badly I wanted him, I chose to blame my indecision on feminist propaganda and drop to my knees before his crotch. So much for looking fresh and perfect.
"Yeah...that's right." Mike smiled big down at me.
I was positioned in such a way that I was barely maintaining eye contact over the mountain of Mike's belly. I looked up at him with flirty and seductive eyes, and pressed my hands into his big round thighs.
"Ooh...so sexy. I loved how hairy your legs were last time, daddy. I've been imagining how hairy the rest of you must be. Every day since then, at home, at work. Just thinking about your big furry belly was making me wet."
Mike looked quite pleased with himself. He curled his fingers around the edge of his shirt, taunting me with the prospect of a full reveal.
"You really want it, huh? You're not scared of all this hair?"
I kneaded his doughy thighs through the cloth of his sweatpants, getting closer to his crotch.
"Mnn...I'm only scared that I'll never get to see all of you. I want it so bad daddy. Please...can you take your shirt off? Please, daddy?"
I started to huff and moan like an amateur on Pornhub, hoping it would do the trick. Mike started inching his shirt up, revealing the slightest bit of himself to me.
"Jeez...I never would've imagine I'd have this beautiful girl on her knees begging to see my body. Heh heh...I like it."
Finally Mike gave me the glorious view that I'd been aching for. Cap's shield disappeared as he raised his shirt up above the huge round boulder of his belly and pulled it back tight so it snugly covered the slopes of his heavy breasts. No nipples yet, but I got to see so much belly and so much hair. I had planned on cooing praises to him with my fake sexy voice, but I said nothing. I was in awe. My mouth hung open as I stared at, even into, the dark expanse of his belly.
It was so big and so damn hairy I could've believe it. As huge and as lined with stretch marks as Mike's belly was, it was still smothered in thick shaggy hair. It was so wide and round, I couldn't even fathom how many times bigger than my waist his was. His sternum down to his crotch was formed by a single massive curve; no roll split his belly in half. A dark hourglass pattern a foot wide of pure black hair covered his olive skin completely. Moving out from there the hair grew sparser around his sides, enough that I could see his skin, but he was still astoundingly hairy. The lovely round spare tires that spilled out over his hips were hairier than the chest of any man I'd been with. And right in the center of his massive gut was a deep furry navel, almost threatening to swallow and crush me like a black hole.
I felt the drool run down my mouth and quickly wiped it away. Mike smiled big.
"You like that, little girl?"
I didn't respond; I couldn't. I felt like a braindead worshipper kneeling at the altar of Cthulu. I wanted that rotund mountain of sasquatch flesh to spill out from the frame of his torso and smother me like an avalanche. I wanted to be absorbed into him and digested, to be made useful for a moment's nourishment. I'd become a grateful, willing sacrifice for the appetite of a living god.
I pressed my glutes down into my heels, aware of the growing moisture within. Like clockwork, Mike had begun to make me wet within minutes of arousal.
"How about this?" Mike began to knead his hands into the sides of his belly. Unlike my kitten paws, his grizzly mitts had the strength to press into his firm flesh with ease. He even plunged his fingers deep into his belly button. Mike squeezed and slapped his belly, showing me both how strong his hands were and how the firmness of a mountain could transform into the softness of an ocean.
I fell down to my hands, now on all fours before him. I huffed and moaned but I didn't feel like an amateur faking it. I felt genuine submission to his size and power, and the trickle of fluid between my thighs was proof of my compliance.
"Yeah, good girl. Seeing you down on all fours like that's getting me hard. Now come get your snack."
I slowly raised up my head, and then my body, to meet his bare flesh. I reached up and touched his round belly, grazing the abundant hair with one hand. Before I could grab a handful, Mike stopped me. One big palm planted on the top of my head, his fingers curling around the top of my head.