If you have not read the first story in this series, please read it first for background. It's
Penny's Past
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My relationship with Mark progressed virtually. We talked on the phone a lot and had a good amount of phone sex and I loved all of it. It made me feel special and to a certain extent in control as Mark let me control the pace of everything. Finally, we decided it was time to actually meet in person. We talked about what we wanted from it and both agreed that for right now it would be an easy hookup, no strings attached. And how I wanted that hookup after all of the orgasms from phone sex!
It was a Friday night and Mark had taken a hotel room at one of the nicer hotels in the city. And no, it didn't rent rooms by the hour, it turned out to be very nice. I had wanted to have a bite to eat first, he wanted to eat me. We skipped dinner and I met him in the room. Fortunately, it was raining that night and I wore a longish raincoat which had the added benefit of covering up what I wore underneath. I held my breath and tentatively knocked on the door.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but what I got was a nice-looking man around 5'8" whom I recognized from his pictures (at least he didn't post a picture that looked different than he did!). He was ruggedly handsome and somewhat muscular with a little bit of extra weight around the middle, a full head of hair and a great smile. He had big, rugged hands and a bit of hair on the back of knuckles. I looked up after an awkward pause while I checked him out and said, "Hi Mark, I'm Penny." Duh. Of course, he knew who I was.
"Hi Penny. I kind of guessed."
The ice was broken, and I laughed.
"Please, come in."
I stepped into a rather spacious hotel room with two queen beds and a small sitting area. After stepping in Mark asked, "Can I help you with your coat?"
"Sure, thank you," and I untied the front of the coat and shrugged it off my shoulders. Mark grabbed it and hung it in the closet. Afterwards he turned to me, and I turned around.
I'm sure he did a double and triple take. I stood there in a little black dress (well, for me it was) that was a wraparound. The edges of each side came together where my breasts jutted out and showed a massive expanse of cleavage. The wrap was held together by a simple tie at the front. He stood there for a second looking at me. I saw a bulge start to form and he licked his lips. He finally snapped out of it and stepped up to me and kissed me full on the lips. He pressed himself in, put his hands on each side of my neck and head and held me close. Our tongues explored each other, and I moaned into his mouth.
It was unexpected and highly erotic. He broke the kiss and I had to take a huge breath and exhale from the excitement I was feeling. He pulled me close and held me. My head on his shoulder, breathing into his neck. He put his arms around me, and I felt safe. It was an amazing feeling.
"You look beautiful, and that outfit is... is... hot."
I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Hard. I felt his cock getting hard and gently started grinding against him. His hand moved up to my breast and gently squeezed them through the thin material of my dress. I know he could feel my nipple under his palm. He started moving his hand in circular motions rubbing only my nipple and then he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. I moaned in his mouth, and he pinched harder, and I gasped. My breasts are so sensitive that even cloth running over them gets me aroused. I was wet with excitement.
He moved his mouth to my ears and neck and kissed and licked me. His head moved lower to the front of my neck and my upper chest. He moved his head lower still to my cleavage and ran his tongue between my breasts and again I gasped and pulled his head tighter against me. He reached down between us and pulled the tie that held the dress together and it parted. He put his hands on my waist, under the dress and when he touched me, I shivered. He ran his hands around the outside of my body to part the dress and he stepped back to look at his handiwork.
Underneath I was wearing a lacy blue bra that was semi-opaque with a matching pair of lacy blue underwear. He could clearly see my nipples and areolas through my bra and my clean-shaven pussy through my panties. I could see the look in his eyes, and he was hungry for me. It is such a turn on, as a BBW when someone looks at you with pure lust and desire and it affected me as not many men had looked at me that way before. He came to me again and kissed me passionately, once again his tongue parting my lips and tasting my tongue. He pressed himself against me and I felt a more prominent bulge. Mark reached behind me and undid all the catches on the bra and my breasts dropped. He slid the bra off and began fondling my breasts.