His first mistake was to agree to attend what should have been a two day meeting. But the first day lasted barely three hours, and the second day wasn't supposed to start until 11:00 AM. So Len found himself at loose ends in Omaha. His second mistake was to go back to his hotel and take a nap. Thus by nine that evening he was wide awake and bored to death. At least the Red Lion bar had a decent dejay and an active dance floor.
While Len's marriage was not particularly a happy one, it was not his habit to go searching for pussy when he was on the road. Sometimes he would hang out in the hotel bar and if he got lucky, well he got lucky. In the normal course of events, Len was not a lucky man. He had no reason to believe that this night would be any different.
He was vaguely aware of the young couple at the next table. They seemed to be arguing because she wanted to dance and he didn't. Suddenly the girl stood up and pointed at Len. "He'll be glad to dance with me," she said to her boyfriend. Then she looked at Len and added, "won't you?"
"Uh, sure," he said, getting up. This was not his idea of "getting lucky." Dancing with a skinny young thing while her surly boyfriend watched. As he expected, once on the dance floor the girl gyrated to the music, never touching or even acknowledging Len's presence, never even making eye contact. This gave him time to notice the full-figured woman across from them on the floor. She was swaying with the music, completely involved and completely without a partner. Len thought she was a major BBW, with the emphasis on all three initials. She was certainly big, but also certainly beautiful. And due to the number of buttons she had open on her blouse, she left no doubt that she was a woman. Her tits, most of which were showing, were as big as the rest of her. Len enjoyed watching them bounce and sway as she moved to the the music.
As suddenly as his affair with "Olive Oyl" had started, it was over. Apparently satisfied she'd made her point to her beau, she turned and walked off the dance floor, leaving Len standing alone. More to cover his awkwardness than anything else, Len moved in front of the BBW and began dancing with her. Unlike his previous partner, this one never took her eyes off of his as they coordinated their movement. The dejay segued into a slower song with out a break and the woman stepped closer so their bodies brushed together as they danced. The third song was slower still, and Len took his partner in his arms. She pressed against him and followed his lead around the floor.
As that song was ending, she whispered in Len's ear. "Let's sit the next one out, okay. This is too much exercise for a fat lady."
"Lady, you're not fat. You're just a complete hand-full," he whispered back. "I wouldn't have your body any other way."
"You haven't had my body," she replied. "Not yet, anyway." she added with a wink.
The woman went and sat at a booth she was sharing with another woman. Len grabbed drink and joined them, sliding into the seat next to his dance partner.
"My name's Len," he told the women.
"I'm Astrid," his partner said, "and this is my friend Sharon." Len shook hands with Sharon then, turning to Astrid, said, "I really enjoyed dancing with you. That was fun."
"Yes it was," she agreed.
"I don't think I've ever met anyone named Astrid. It's a pretty name."
"Thanks you. I thought of it myself. My mother named me Estelle and I always hated it. When my husband left me, I decided to change myself, starting with my name. Estelle means 'star' and so does Astrid. But I like it better. Must be the hippy coming out in me."
"Good choice," Len said agreeably. "I like it too."
"Now," said Astrid, "I gotta go the the little girls room. I'll be right back."
"We'll be here," Len told her as she grabbed her oversized purse and headed off.
After Astrid was out of sight, Sharon leaned over and said, "Thank you for dancing with my friend. This is her first time out since her divorce and she's finally coming out of the shell she built around herself. Plus, she saw you when you came in and told me that you were the only guy here she would be interested in."
"Well, I'm glad it was me, because I think she's very nice."
"Just don't do anything to hurt her," Sharon warned. She may be a little fragile. And she's worried about her weight turning guys off."
"That's no problem. I personally think she's a sexy woman."
"Good," Sharon said, and they both went back to their drinks until Astrid returned.
The first thing Len noticed was that she had closed a couple of the buttons on her blouse. "Guess she wants to cool it on the sexy thing," he thought to himself. But when he started to sit down after letting her into the booth he couldn't help but look down her blouse (well, he could have, but he looked anyway) and smiled when he saw that she had removed her bra. "Maybe I am gonna get lucky tonight after all," he thought.
As soon as Astrid had sat down Sharon said, "Honey, I gotta head home. Tommy's expecting me back by ten. Will you be okay getting home."
"Sure, I'll be fine. I'll call you in the morning sometime."
They all exchanged good-byes with Sharon and she headed off.. After she was gone, Astrid slid closer to Len and said, "She's my best friend. But I'm glad she had to leave early."
"Me too," Len said as he dropped his hand to Astrid's knee. Instead of pushing it away, as he'd half expected, she just smiled at him, so he moved it up and began rubbing her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Astrid laid her head on his shoulder, obviously enjoying the attention.
Just then the dejay put on a slow, sexy song. "Let's dance," Astrid said.
As soon as they got on the dance floor, she wrapped her arms around Len's neck and plastered her body against his. Len could feel her rubbing her pussy on his leg and he thought, "She's gotta know she's making me hard." The thought was no sooner in his head when she held her thigh against his hard-on, looked him in the eye, and winked before returning her head to his shoulder. He had his hands on her sides, and he eased his thumbs around until they were rubbing her nipples. He was pleased that they seemed to be as hard as his dick.
When the song ended, Astrid leaned back, pulled Len to her, and kissed him on lips. As he held the kiss, she stuck her tongue into his mouth. They continued sucking lips and tongues until the next song, a much faster one started. Instead of moving away, Astrid leaned her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "Do you have a room here?" When he nodded in reply, she said, "Then if you don't mind getting naked with a full; sized lady, let's go finish this up there."
"Full sized is the best size. Let's go." Then added to himself, "Definitely my lucky night."
Len had hoped they could continue making out on the elevator, but they were joined by two elderly couples. So instead, they stood facing the front, not talking but holding hands. As soon as the elevator door closed behind them on the twelfth floor he pulled Astrid to him and forced his tongue into her mouth. He held her right tit in his hand and his other hand moved to her ass, pulling her against him. She broke the kiss and said, "You've got me so fucking hot. Let's go."
Once in his room, Len unbuttoned her blouse. As he pulled it off he sucked one, then the other nipple into his mouth. She had him straighten up and she removed his shirt. With a smile, she followed his lead, sucking each of his nipples. Len then unfastened her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She kicked it aside. As he kissed her on the lips, his fingers traced her other lips through her panties. Len was not at all surprised to find they were wet.
He then dropped to his knees and pulled the panties down. As he she stepped out of them, he kissed her lower lips, forcing his tongue into her pussy as he had done earlier into her mouth. "Oh fuck yes, baby," she said. "Lick that pussy of mine." He moved his tongue up and began licking around the sides of her clit, teasing it as it began to swell. At the same time, he put two fingers inside her and started working them in and out. "That feel so good, so good," she sighed. Then she took hold of his shoulder and pulled up. But it's your turn first, baby. Stand up here.
Obediently Len stood while Astrid unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. She pushed the pants down to his knees then put a hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was seated on the side of the bed. She dropped to her knees and pulled the jeans off him She reached out and traced his hard cock through his shorts with the back of her finger. Then she hooked her fingers in the top of his shorts and pulled them down, causing his cock to spring up. Forcing his knees apart, she leaned forward and took his cock head between her lips. Slowly she sucked him entirely into her mouth. He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as she moved him in and out, fucking him with her mouth. Len made inarticulate sounds of pleasure, then he pulled her head back until she had released his cock from her lips, although she still held it with one hand.
"If you keep that up, I'm gonna have to cum in your mouth," he said, starting to pull her upright. Instead of standing, Astrid resisted and took him into her mouth again. With increasing speed she worked the top half of his dick in and out between her lips while she stroked the lower half with her hand. With her other hand she began gently squeezing his balls. "Oh shit, Astrid. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." Instead of letting up, she increased her speed until suddenly, "OHMYGOD!" he shouted. Unable to hold back he began shooting off into her eager mouth.
Again again he spurted, and she swallowed it all down, not spilling a drop. When finally she had sucked him empty, she removed him from her mouth. He softened, but hardly shrunk. She sucked gently on his head, as if to get the last drops from him, then looked him in the eye and said, "Did I tell you I love the taste of cum?"
"No, you didn't. But I'm sure glad you do," he responded.
Astrid then stood and kissed him on the lips. As he sucked her tongue he could taste his sex in her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she said, "You must not get that much, huh?"
"I don't get that at all," he replied.
"You mean your wife doesn't suck you off:?"
"Never."
"You poor man. A guy's gotta cum in a woman's mouth occasionally or he'll go crazy. I'll have to do that again later then, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," he said, pulling her onto the bed with him. "But now I believe it's your turn."
"Yes, I believe it is," she said, turning onto her back and spreading her legs. Len positioned himself between her thighs and traced the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, before penetrating her. After licking as deeply inside her as he could get, he pulled his head away and said, "Lady you are so wet and tasty. He then moved his tongue to her clit, now swollen and red, and put two fingers inside her.
"Oh yeah, that's it, that's it. Lick that pussy baby, lick it."
