He laid on a bed of fresh clean white sheets and a soft comforter to match. On the small table to the side of the bed was a mahogany teakwood candle that sat burning. A scent that would forever take Jake back to Heather. He laid there naked with his cock already at full mast, his heart beating out of his chest in anxious anticipation.
Heather was behind the closed bathroom door that connected to her bedroom getting ready. For what took so long Jake could not answer that. Then again with an imminent sexual encounter, 5 minutes of waiting easily felt like an eternity. Jake imagined how soft her skin would feel. How her fat voluptuous ass would jiggle when he slapped it. How her extraordinarily large breasts would feel in his palms. Or how her warm pussy would feel wrapped around his cock. The prospect and thought of it all made him horny and rock hard.
Relax. Think about baseball, or world of warcraft. She'll laugh at you when you cum in 2 pumps. Jake thought. The last time he had sex 2 years ago was with a big bellied glutton named Jessica who he had matched with on Hinge. He had somehow spent his seed within seconds. Dating apps are definitely not for me. He learned. He didn't intend on making the same mistake with Heather.
Jake was a 24 year old bachelor who lived alone on the second floor of a three tenement. He stood at 6 feet and weighed 200lbs of lean muscle. He worked days stocking shelves at the grocery store that was a mile down the road. Following his shifts he would go to the gym in town and lift weights, his nights consisted of eating food and playing video games. World of Warcraft in particular. After a failed 6 year relationship, he finally learned to enjoy his single life of simplicity. All I need in life is my computer, the gym, food, and Heather's huge tits.
The day they met for the first time was when Jake went downstairs to check the mailbox. While he was sifting through his mail, he heard steps coming up from the basement. He turned and saw the sexiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She stood almost at a height with Jake. She was a tall full bodied woman with hair as black as pitch that was up in a high ponytail. She wore black yoga pants that accentuated her curvy figure, and a tight low-cut black t-shirt that revealed the top of her impressive cleavage. While holding a basket full of folded laundry she smiled a bright white smile and said: "Hi! Im Heather, I just moved in on the first floor."
Keep it cool. He told himself. "Oh hi...my name is Jake, I live on the second. How are you liking the new place so far?" He said, struggling to maintain eye contact.
"Oh I love it. It's a fresh start for me. Moving is tedious work though." She replied.
Jake agreed. "It definitely is. If you ever need any help moving anything, never hesitate to give me a knock."
"I just might take you up on that offer." She smiled. "I have a couch being delivered tomorrow and could definitely use assistance."
"Sounds good. I'm off tomorrow too so I will see you then!" Jake said smiling back as he took his mail and went back up to his apartment.
Oh my god. Those tits. Jake thought of how Heather's huge breasts looked underneath the clothing. He was able to catch a quick glimpse and that was enough to spark his imagination, immediately making him horny. Jake made himself a coffee and found his computer where he browsed the internet looking for videos of big breasted women getting fucked. He settled with a video of his favorite pornstar Siri Suxx and fapped his swollen member.
The next day came and he got home from his morning workout. He was in his kitchen making a protein shake when a knock sounded his door. Still sweating he removed his shirt to expose his pumped chest and answered the door. Heather stood in his doorway wearing a black tank top that struggled to hold the weight of her chest, a bulge of cleavage protruding from the top, with gray leggings that hugged her curvy hips and ass. She silently sized Jake up from head to toe, as Jake once again struggled to not divert his gaze from her eyes.
She likes what she sees as do I. "Oh hey. Need some help with that couch?" He asked her.
"Yes I do. I'm sorry I hope I'm not intruding." She smiled nervously. Jake agreed and followed his buxom neighbor back downstairs.
Jake finally caught a glimpse of Heather's backside. Every step she took sent her beautiful fat ass to movement, her wide hips swaying as she walked. He felt his heart start to thump in his chest, his mouth salivating like a hungry dog waiting for his treat.
They eventually got the gray sofa into her apartment. The summer heat of august was taking a toll on them both. Jake was sweating as was Heather. Her natural tanned skin glistened with sweat, and a bead ran down her neck to be swallowed up by her damp cleavage. Jake imagined how her skin would taste with his face between her tits.
Heather offered him water and they exchanged numbers in case they needed to contact one another for whatever reason, as it was only them that occupied the dwelling, the third floor was vacant. From that point forward, Jake and Heather didn't interact save for the occasional small talk in passing.
Summer ended, autumn came and went and now it was winter, and Christmas was 5 days away. Snow fell peacefully out in the dark night while Jake sat in front of his monitor as usual playing World of Warcraft and was sipping on his second glass of bourbon. An ideal Friday night. A knock on the door startled him before he realized who it could've been. What would Heather need at 7pm on a Friday night? His heart started to flutter with anxiety. Heather always had that effect on him. He drank deep and emptied his glass of bourbon and felt the warmth spread throughout his chest and belly. He got up and answered the door.
"Hey, I hope I didn't interrupt." She stood there holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies, the smell rising up into Jake's nostrils. "I made an extra batch of cookies for you, I hope you like them." She smiled her bright pearly smile. She wore a purple long sleeve shirt, her bust stretching the material beneath, with gray sweatpants and slippers.
"Wow thank you. They smell delicious." Jake took the plate. The sight of her made Jake feel almost dizzy, unless that's the work of the bourbon. "I didn't take you for a baker. I'm surprised you're not out partying on a Friday night." He said jokingly.
Heather laughed. "I'm old! If I'm not working I just like to stay inside and read a book or watch a show or something. I stay busy. I could ask the same of you, a handsome young guy like you staying in on a Friday night?"
Handsome? "You flatter me. I'm more of a homebody though, once in awhile I like to go out and grab a drink or something but most nights I just stay in." He thought of how he should ask her to get a drink.
"Huh. Looks like we have something in common there then!" She smiled.
"Actually....are you busy now? Maybe we could get each other out of the house for a bit. Want to grab a drink?" He blurted out. Liquid courage. He waited anxiously for her response, expecting her to deny his offer.
"Hmmm... It has been awhile." She thought for a moment. "I just need to freshen up. Meet at my door in an hour?"
Jake wanted to scream with excitement, but knew he had to keep his cool. "Perfect. I'll see you soon then." He smiled at her.
She smiled back, said nothing and went back downstairs. Jake shut his door and began to get ready. He showered, trimmed his bush, and got dressed. Jake slipped on his black jeans, wore a white hoodie and a black and gray flannel over it and tied his hi top vans. I wonder if she smokes weed. By the time Jake was finished rolling a fat blunt the hour was upon him.
He knocked on her door and heard her scurrying. "Just a minute!" She called out.
