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I would like to relate an odd but pleasant incident that happened to me a few years ago. There is of course a lovely lady involved. That is the best part of the story.
I met Joyce a few years before this happened and was immediately in lust with her. She was a chunky, beautiful woman. To those of you who don't love big girl's thank you, that leaves them to guys like me. There was something about her that absolutely turned me on. I guess it was her smile and impish attitude and her lush chunky body that screamed sex is what got to me. She wasn't quite a BBW but very close. Strangely, her attitude toward me at first was reserved for some reason.
Joy's husband James was a good friend and coworker. Messing with a married woman is a good way to wake up in the morning with a bullet hole in your forehead. However, I digress.
Joyce was two years younger than I was and her husband the same age. When James died from a heart attack, it was a total shock. Luckily or from good management, their house was paid off and both of their sons were plebes in armed forces Military Academies. James's life insurance picked up all the incidentals with a fat sum left over.
Shortly after that, my wife and I split. It turned out she was fucking the owners of the business where she worked and several other guys for the fun of it I suppose. She had always been a cock hound. I didn't realize how big a one she was.
Surprisingly the whole thing was amicable; Olivia got the house in the suburbs, the larger one of the two we owned. I got the slightly smaller one just outside of town, and the five acres around it. Her boy friend and his brother both must've been giving her lots of big meat. She liked big ones. I'm not bragging mind you but she liked mine.
She was happy enough to let me have the lion's share of the bank account. Her boy friends were much better off than I was. They were shooting porn moves on the sly or so I heard. Olivia was reputed to be one of the stars. I can only imagine how much bread that brings in per film. I think that's why they were decent about the whole thing.
James's death and my divorce were with in three months of each other. During this time, my lust for Joyce was turning into love as well. The way things were I put my feelings away in the deep recesses of my mind. I was reminded of my feelings by Joyce in a most peculiar fashion.
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The city owned considerable acreage right next to my place. A large section of it was converted to jogging and hiking trails. One of their hiking trails ran close to my back fence. I took advantage of that two or thee time a week I would take a couple of mile hike to a fishing pond I was fond of, usually just for the walk, the fish could wait. The trails wandered through several tight stands of oaks and pines. I found that there were several clearings hidden in the thickets. A few couples had also found them. That was evident by the used condoms and empty wrappers littering the clearings.
One day Saturday after lunch, I was walking along a trail near my house when I saw Joyce sitting on a bench resting. Deep in thought, she apparently didn't see me when I came up to her.
"Dogs barking," I asked stopping next to her.
She gave a little squeak and jumped up as if to run. "Oh, it's you Alex." She gasped, her face flushed. "I thought you might be the rapist who has been lurking around this area.
"Just little old me." I said thinking her remark was a little odd. "They caught that bastard two days ago. It was in the paper yesterday."
"Thank you Alex" She said leaning against me panting a little. Her lustrous brown hair tickled my nose. "You frightened me so much I thought I was going to jump out of my clothes."
"Oh I wish." I thought.
Joyce smelled of female sweat and perfume, it was an intoxicating mixture. What she was wearing didn't help any. A flimsy tank top with spaghetti straps that did nothing to hid her lacy bra. Her tight walking shorts showing her other assets to perfection. Then I noted she had made some changes to her appearance as well. No wedding band, rings festooned some of her fingers. Her nails were panted a glossy pink and had designs on them. Her lips were colored with the same shade of pink. The eye shadow cried with the rest of her new accouterments, they shouted 'fuck me'. Or was that just my wish?
"When did you start using the trials out here?" I asked.
"A few days ago. The house is so empty." She sniffed. "After work sometimes I can't stand it being there alone. I had to do something before I went crazy. Then I remembered the walking trails by your place." Joy said. Batting her baby blues at me.
"I can understand that." I remarked, thinking how nice it would be the get her in my bed. "Why didn't you stop by the house? I'd buy you a cup of coffee."
"I thought of that. I didn't want to intrude with your divorce and all." Joyce paused for a few seconds looking both ways up and down the trail. Nobody was in sight. She looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. Then she pressed her tits against my chest and started rubbing my crotch. "Please don't take me in brush and make me take my clothes off." She said rubbing my crotch looking me straight in the eye.
Needless to say, it startled me. My pulse went up just a tad.
I reached down cupped her soft ass and pulled her lush body tighter to me. "Which way don't you want to go?" I asked surmising what was going on, that was still a guess. I was determined to play along. If she had in mind, what I hoped, I was in for the kill.
I think she was a little surprised at the size of my root as she rubbed my stiffing cock.
Joyce nodded toward an almost indistinct gap in the brush. She turned and pressed her soft ass against me. Then put her hands behind her back. "Please don't Hold my arms and make me go that way."
I picked up her sweatshirt and large fanny pack before gripping her wrists with one of my hands. I guided her off the path into the brush. I guessed correctly, she wanted me to hold them there in a parody of being forced. In no more than a few steps into the brush, the walking trail vanished from view. We were on a barely defined narrow trail. I knew were it headed. If we stayed on it for about two hundred yards, we would find a small clearing I discovered a few weeks ago. There was a large smooth log there perfect for sitting and contemplating the Whichness of the Why.
After we were out of sight down the trail, she stopped and rubbed her ass against me. "Please don't use the cuffs in my pack." She panted. A flush was on her face and neck.
I found a pair of nylon cuffs with Velcro fasters in the pack. And of all things a leash, a collar, some rope, and other odds and ends. She kept her arms behind her back while I put the restraints on her wrists then hooked them together. The restraints surprised me, still I was game. By now, my cock was so hard it was almost painful. We continued down the narrow trail with me leading her by the leash.
We walked for a while until Joyce stopped and stood in the middle of the trail trembling. Her voice shaky when she said. "Please don't pull my top over my head and let it dangle on my arms...My bra too." She added. With a small twitch of her shoulders.
Shortly in the dappled shade of the trees surrounding us, I beheld her twin treasures for the first time. Joyce's flush now spread to the tops her shoulders and her incredible breasts. They were perfect for her body type. I all but salivated when they came in to view. Her areoles were light brown centered with large very hard pinkish nipples.
I kissed each magnificent mound in turn. A sheen of perspiration formed on her trembling body and tits. Joyce whimpered and thrust them against my mouth. "Please don't do that. Oh! Oh!" Slightly out of character, she gasped. "Oh, Alex bite my nipples! Pinch them...slap my tits!"
I didn't want to damage her orbs of perfection in any way I bit her nipples lightly...then a little harder causing her to squeak a little. I sensed that wasn't enough. So I slapped her hard enough to leave a handprint on one of her tits.
"Please don't hit me harder...please Alex don't hurt me!" Then I slapped them hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Both my hands stung. Unbelievably she smiled and pressed her breasts to my chest and offered her lip for a kiss. I did tongue and all.
When we came to a wider place on the trail about half way to the small clearing Joyce stopped again. I looked back taking in the beauty of her swaying breasts. By now, I was almost convinced I would end up with the ultimate prize before this was over. I also remembered that nothing is a sure thing.
Things happen; I knew the game Joyce was playing could turn out a total bust. The chance that I could get my wick wet made me determined to play her game for all it was worth. What a man will do for a woman still amazes me.
She looked at me her wide mouth in a little moue. "Please Alex." She said in a firm voice. "Don't take my shorts and panties off...please don't."
For drama, I tied the leash to a low hanging branch. Then slowly peeled her shorts over her wide hips and down until she could step out of them. I folded them and stuffed them into the fanny pack that I carried over my shoulder. Before I pulled Joyce's panties off I paused to enjoy the view.