I grumbled into my nonalcoholic beer. (I wasn't drinking alcohol because I had driven myself to the bar and would presumably have to drive myself back. The bar was one of those ID-at-the-entrance types, ensuring no one gets let in who's under 21.) I had come here hoping to break my streak of bad luck with the ladies, but I hadn't found a single one so much as willing to talk to me, let alone come home with me.
I looked around the bar again, hoping to see someone who hadn't been there when I last looked five minutes ago. There was one new arrival. A heavyset woman in a black dress. She was sitting alone, over near a dark corner.
What the heck. I'd never banged a fat chick before, but anything to get my rocks off, right?
I took my cup with me and walked over to her table. I sat in the seat next to her.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Scott."
"I'm Beth."
"I'm guessing you came here to hook up."
"Your guess is correct."
"So did I. Shall we?"
"Very direct, I see. But I'm fine with skipping the game playing."
We rose and headed for the entrance. Beth even agreed to come to my place. She followed me home and parked right behind me.
I gave her the dime tour, we both stopped in the restroom, then we stripped and climbed onto my bed. Beth was huge all around. What had to be F-cup breasts, a giant belly, thighs the size of a small tree, and an ass so big you could see it from space. I had to admit her face was pretty, framed by straight, shoulder-length brown hair.
"50G-46-62," Beth informed me. Like she had been reading my mind. I had almost guessed her cup size correctly. "And I weigh 414 pounds. Have you ever been with a BBW before?"
I shook my head.
"I guarantee you'll never want to go back to a twiggy woman again."
"Sounds like a challenge."
"I prefer to call it a promise. Now lie on your back and enjoy being kissed."
Beth leaned down and her lips met mine. Her kiss was soft and tender. I had to admit it was enjoyable.
"Now slip me some tongue."
She kissed me again, with more intensity, and we twined tongues.
"I'm good with my hands. Turn over and let me massage you."
I rotated onto my stomach. Beth's strong hands began rubbing my shoulders and neck. True to her word, it did feel good. And very relaxing.
She slowly moved her hands further down my back, loosening the knots in my muscles. i hadn't realized just how much tension I had accumulated. I guess I had been pretty stressed out.
Beth then massaged my legs. Her skilled hands on my flesh made me moan. And I shifted a bit as my stiffening cock pressed against the bed. Beth worked my legs all the way down, and I did feel considerably better.
"Turn over."