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.
As we had waited for our dinner, we made small talk and laughed heartily over inside jokes. The night had moved along smoothly and could not have been dreamt up any better. The waiter had came somewhere between jokes and had filled our glasses with the red wine. We finished half the bottle before dinner.
We ate our meals quickly and paid the bill. Excitement raced through me as we left the restaurant and headed to his suite at the hotel. My body had prepared itself to bring this man as much pleasure as possible by throbbing softly. We climbed out of the car when he parked in the parking area and strolled towards the lobby doors, hand in hand.
We entered the lobby and made a bee line for the elevator. We quietly crossed into the small elevator and turned towards one another. As the doors slid closed, we grabbed each other desperately. His body pressing me against the cold wall. His warm lips lowered to mine achingly slow and claimed my plump lips passionately. The warm, wet kiss left me breathless and craving more. I grasped onto his broad shoulders and returned the kiss just as passionately. The elevator doors slid open as we reached his level and both of us hurried down the hallway like a couple of teenagers getting ready to fuck for the first time.
We rushed into his room and immediately kissed again. His arms held me close; our hearts beating hard and fast. He slid the zipper on my dress down slowly and kissed down my neck. I shrugged my shoulders slightly and felt the dress float down my body until it pooled around my feet. At the sudden abundance of naked flesh, he groaned and grasped my hips roughly. As his mouth devoured my neck, I quickly undid my bra and threw it somewhere in the room. He then hungrily moved his hot kisses down across my neck and shoulder to my ample tits. The second his mouth closed around my hardened nipple and suckled it gently, I went wild with desire. Sharp stabs of lightening raced through my veins and pooled in the apex of my womanhood.
His mumbled words gasped out around my aroused flesh, "God, you taste just as I imagined, just like spun sugar." I could only moan and throw my head back as he sucked on my tits, alternating between them, never neglecting.
As his mouth drove me wild, I walked backwards towards the bed. I felt the edge of the bed graze the back of my thick thighs, so I pulled away. I lay myself down on the bed, gazing lustfully up to John utterly naked except for a pair of sheer black panties, and these needed to disappear soon. My eyes locked onto his as I raise my hips and slowly slide the last barrier down my thighs. Johns eyes flashed to my pussy and glazed over as he saw how wet he had gotten me.
