I sat at my computer waiting for John to sign on, daydreaming about the weekend that had just passed. His hot breath against my inner thighs, the wet caress of his tongue along my body, and the long, slow thrusting of his hips against me filled my mind. I was fighting to keep my hands from wandering over my soft, curvy body as thoughts of John and what he had awakened inside me surfaced. Normally, I am the shy, awkward fat girl, but he had brought out the sensual, seductive part of me. I wanted more of his passionate touches and I wanted them now.
Sadly, that was not in the plans. He lived far away but had sacrificed his time and money. I reluctantly resigned myself to my imagination and memory, reclining in my seat and resting my legs over the padded arms of the chair. My thick thighs spread wide and my hands wandered as the memory of how we had met and the night of passion we had shared took over my senses.
I had been chatting with John through the computer for awhile now, but the relationship never progressed past a few wicked pictures and a few sinful words. About a month after we had begun chatting, he had sent me an email explaining that he had finally been approved for some vacation time. He asked if I wanted him to come and see me. I enthusiastically jumped at the opportunity and told him of one of my favorite restaurants in my area, deciding to have our first meeting there.
I arrived early and saw that he had also arrived already. Trying to look my best, I chose a fitted red dress that hugged my curves in just the right way. With each movement, the thin fabric moved across my sensitive skin. I gazed at John secretly, looking him up and down. He was standing near the bar and looking remarkably sexy. He took my breath away with his quiet dominance of the room. His eyes finally landing on me as he turned towards the door, moving immediately towards me. Pulling me into his strong arms; kissing me for the first time. I hoped his thoughts were along the same lines as mine. His lips delivering heaven to me personally, one bit of sweetness at a time.
John reluctantly broke the kiss. "Hello Kelley, you look even more beautiful than your pictures. I am so glad I finally get the chance meet you."
"You look great, John. In fact, your pictures did you no justice at all."
We had flagged the hostess down to let her know we had a reservation. She checked the ledger and smiled warmly. She showed us to our table quickly and let us know our waiter would be with us shortly. We made small talk as we waited to order, our impatience quite evident in our heated glances at each other. I could not handle the absence of his body against mine, so I had slowly placed my hand upon his knee, and began to rub. My fingers slowly moving up his leg until they had reached his hard cock. I took delight in the fact that one simple kiss had done this to him, Slowly, I rubbed his cock under the table. A small moan escaped his parted lips as he moved his strong hand to my thigh. With my sigh of trust, he began caressing my thigh. His long fingers creeping up my tender flesh to disappear beneath my dress. My eyes fluttered closed as his calloused fingers traced the edge of my panties. John slipped his fingers into my panties and began to tremble against my swollen clit. I could not suppress the moan that escaped my plump lips as he gently teased it.
Our little foray in public sex came to an abrupt end as the waiter appeared. Our roaming hands snapped back into our own laps and we immediately ordered dinner and a bottle of wine. Like a gentleman, he blushed softly as our eyes met across the table.
"I am sorry, Kelley. I should have waited until I could finish without interruption." He murmured his apology.
"Oh John, I am not sorry at all. We can consider that our appetizer, a build up to what is to come later." I cooed.
