I was taken with her from the first e-mail I received. This woman, who responded to my ad on an adult personals site, was everything i was looking for: An intelligent, professional, attached woman who, like me, was completely dissatisfied with her sex life at home and looking for an escape from the everyday.
We e-mailed each other constantly with lengthy e-mails and we talked about our education, our spouses, our likes and dislikes and what we wanted in bed.
After a few more days, we exchanged photos. I was petrified that she wouldn't find me attractive. I'm no George Clooney, after all. But I knew before I saw her picture that I had to have her. The pic was just the icing on the cake. A former BBW, but still very curvy and about a size 16. For some that's still a BBW, but for me, a bit on the slimmer side. She had lost a lot of weight and had had some surgery to tighten up her skin. Haunting green eyes and straight dark hair framed a soft, oval face with a broad nose that led down to thin lips and a warm, friendly smile. I was elated when she agreed to meet me.
We met at the bar of an Italian restaurant I like around lunch time. I figured with a crowd, we could resort to people watching if the conversation fizzled. I got there a few minutes early, and told the hostess that I would just wait. It wasn't a minute or two later that I saw her walk in the door. Our eyes locked immediately and I stood and walked over to her. We kissed lightly and I took her hands in mine.
"My hands are freezing, must be nerves."
"Me, too, I'm nervous, too"
Opting for a seat at a high top near the bar, we ordered two sodas and began talking. I was really worried that we'd spend more time people watching than talking. Quite the opposite, we found we had even more in common than we thought and we laughed as we talked and talked. I felt like I had known Christine for years.
Because of our shared nervousness, we chose to pass on lunch, engaging in animated conversation about a range of subjects. I was mesmerized by Christine's haunting green eyes. I knew I had to have her. It seemed like she was feeling it too.
As we chatted, I placed my hand on her thigh. She immediately covered my hand with hers and squeezed it tight. This was going to be great, I thought to myself. I asked her again if she wanted lunch and she confessed to me that she had something at home because she knew she would be so nervous she couldn't muster more than the Diet Cokes we were drinking. I admitted that I probably couldn't eat either.
"Want to just go out to your car and make out?" I asked.
"Sure"
So we went to her car, which she had parked in an isolated stall in the parking garage, affording us a pretty good amount of privacy, especially as the lunch crowd had started to thin out. Clearly, she had prepared for this possibility. I reached around and placed my arm lightly on her hip as we walked toward the car. I could feel my excitement building in anticipation of our being alone. It had literally been years since I made out in a car. I couldn't wait!
Her car was a small SUV and as soon as we climbed in, we began kissing. First lightly, then deeply and more intensively. Each of her kisses encouraging me to kiss her more deeply. Soon our hands began to travel and explore each other's body. I reached down under her sweater and began massaging her breasts. They were large, pendulous breasts, easily a D --cup or larger. They felt good as I could feel her nipples becoming erect through her lacy bra. I reached around, leaning her into me and as I kissed her deeply, I unhooked her bra allowing me unfettered access to her breasts
And they were beautiful, creamy white, full and heavy, capped by small, dark areola and small, but erect nipples. I took each into my mouth. Gently at first, then with more force teased the nipples with my tongue, and sucked each harder and harder, as Christine moaned with pleasure.
I broke off long enough to ask: "Is this OK?"
"Yes."
"Don't want to hurt you."
"No, keep doing it. You can pull my hair, too, if you want."
"You like that?" I said, taking her left breast into my mouth.
"Mmmmm"
I moved my right hand down toward her thighs, working my way up toward her core. I could feel the heat through her jeans and her growing excitement as I rubbed her through her jeans. She rearranged herself so that her legs were now spread, and I gazed down at Christine's ample thighs. I unbuttoned her jeans, slowly unzipped her zipper and gently slid my hand down toward her womanhood. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was shaved, and as my fingers reached her labia, I noticed how wet and ready she was. I stroked her a bit as she spread her legs wider, and then began rubbing her, allowing my hands to be lubricated by her wetness before inserting one, then a second finger into her hot, shaved pussy. She lifted her hips to give me easier access and spread her legs wider as I stroked her pussy. Her wetness soaked my fingers as I played with her womanhood. She moaned into my mouth.
"I've never done this in a car before."
"Really?" I replied as I continued massaging her pussy.
"No, but its fun" she sighed into my ear. "Now I want to taste you"
