Friday Night Magic. Unfortunately, it's not as romantic as it might sound. I actually run a small comic book and gaming shop, and Magic is the biggest selling card game ever. Every Friday night, I would have anywhere from ten to twenty guys in the shop, playing cards until 11:00pm or later. As fun as it was, it didn't leave much as far as time for a social life, and my lack of sex was getting to me. I'm not the bar hopping, club bouncing type, so going out after the shop closed wasn't really an option. I tried the online dating thing, but most of the women backed off after learning what I do for a living. Something about the "geek" factor, I'd imagine.
There was a new set released recently, and I held a larger tournament than normal for it. Usually, when a major set release happens, I have a judge come in and run the show for me, but my usual judge was sick. I contacted the manufacturer, and they promised to send a replacement judge. I had actually planned to run it myself, just in case, since I had never heard back from the company. I was in the middle of setting things up when she walked in.
Her name was Rebecca, and in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman I'd seen in quite a while. My definition of beautiful is completely different than most peoples, as I have much different taste in women. My idea of a beautiful woman is one with extra padding. Some people call them fat girls, some call them BBW's. I just call them sexy. Rebecca was a big girl, weighing over 200 pounds, as I later discovered. She was wearing a long skirt that went to her calves, and a scoop blouse that showed an ample amount of cleavage. Her dark hair hung over her face just a little bit, and just made her look even better.
"Hi, are you Eric? I'm Rebecca, the Magic judge you requested? Sorry I'm late, but traffic sucked coming in. Is there anything I can do to help you get ready?"
I don't know how I managed to resist saying the first thing that popped into my head, which was "take that top off and I'll be ready for anything", but I did. She told me later that she knew instantly that I was a chubby chaser, as she put it, since my eyes lit up just like a spotlight at a movie premiere. She also told me I managed to hide it pretty well, but that she could feel my eyes on her pretty much anywhere she went in the store.
We got things set up, and since there were almost 40 players, she was pretty busy. I did whatever I could to help her out, and make sure I could keep an eye on her. She told me later that she was actually making sure she gave me a view of her cleavage, and bending over a lot more than she usually did, just so I could look at her big ass. She told me she had the instant hots for me as well, and was waiting for the tournament to end so she could talk to me in private.
Finally, the tournament ended, and all of the players left the store. She flipped my door sign for me, and offered to help clean up. I accepted her offer willingly, and locked the door so I could count out the cash drawer. We chatted while we worked, and everything got done pretty quickly. I asked her if she was hungry, and she grinned. Turns out, she was going to ask me the same question. We agreed to meet at the local late night coffee shop for a late dinner, and she beat me there. She was already at the table waiting for me, and I slipped in across from her.
Our conversation was casual, but it slowly led into more personal issues. I found myself telling her about my failed marriage, and she told me about her own relationship issues. She was having a difficult time finding a boyfriend, as most of the men she met were either not interested, or only wanted her for the size of her tits. Without thinking, I promised her I loved the size of her ass too, and then got immediately embarrassed that I had actually said that out loud. She just laughed at me, and told me it was okay, she liked ass men much more anyway. We laughed, and our conversation moved away from relationships. The sexual tension remained, however.
During the conversation, I felt her foot run up the inside of my leg. I looked at her, and she grinned at me, not at all ashamed to be flirting so obviously with me. I reached under the table and caught her foot, and gave it a little tickle. She squirmed, and we laughed. I made the obvious suggestion at that point, and she agreed it was time to get out of there. At her car, I made the offer to come back to my place for dessert, and she smiled.
"Depends on what you're offering for dessert."
"What exactly are you looking for?"
She smiled, and gently caressed my crotch, bringing my cock to life.
