I am a 33 year old black computer professional living in the Caribbean who has always fantasized about voluptuous women. Unlike in North American and European countries, the Caribbean holds dear the old African standards of beauty; 'girth' and ample helpings of breasts and booty are considered assets above all else when it comes to attractive females. While popular culture in other places exalts the skinny, long-haired blond with jutting cheek and pelvis bones, in the Caribbean, songs are written about women with big butts and thick, busty well shaped women become famous for no other reason than their figure around carnival time.
My story starts one evening when my wife and I are out taking in some local theatre. The show is a raunchy tongue-in-cheek comedy obviously intended for an adult only audience and attracted people with a healthy sense of humor as well as a healthy libido. During intermission two ladies standing behinds us in the line to the concession stand made some rude comments about one of the casts member 'assets' and both my wife and I laughed when we overheard the comments. This starts a conversation between the four of us and I soon learn that the two ladies’ names are Anne and Olivia. We get to the bar and get our drinks and snacks and after some polite conversation we follow the audience back into the theatre hall. Walking behind them I notice for the first time how truly 'talented' our new found friends are: Olivia is a dark-skinned Amazon of about 5'10" with generous amounts of breasts and butt giving her a 'coke bottle on steroids' shape. Her form fitting dress has a split that exposes her taut legs with shapely calves and thick thighs and very well manicured toes. Anne is light skinned and not as tall or large as Olivia, but with equal amounts of voluptuous curves. She is wearing a loose fitting ankle length dress, so its not as easy for me to tell how well built she is, but her excellent shape cannot be hidden. After the show, the four of us exchange phone numbers and promise to 'double-date' sometime, but I never really expected to ever see these two buxom beaus ever again.
Several months later, I am in a bar with a few friends after work and I notice in the restaurant at the other end the bar two women sitting engaged in what seems to be a heated conversation that look a lot like Anne and Olivia. Olivia is dressed in a business skirt suit with a very expensive looking briefcase beside her on the floor and Anne is wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans with a shirt so tight that looks as if she borrowed is from a ten year old girl. I excuse myself and start to make my way over to their table, but before I get there Olivia gets up and storms out of the restaurant without even seeing me, leaving Anne alone at the table with her head in her hands. Not knowing what just expired I approach the table and greet Anne asking her she if remember me. She looked up at me and I can tell she had recently been crying and after a few moments of deep thought she recognizes me and greets me back as cheerfully as she can.
Not wanting to intrude I as if Olivia is returning and begin to make excuses saying I didn't want to interrupt anything. Anne then surprises me by asking be if I mind sitting with her for awhile, I guess so as not to attract to much attention to herself as she composes herself. I gladly comply and ask her if she is alright. At this point Anne completely knocks me for a loop by telling me that she and Olivia are a couple who has been together for almost six years and that they just had a huge fight. The thought of Olivia and Anne together in bed, butt naked making love flashes across my mind, but I quickly dispel the thought trying to give Anne my full attention as she confides in me about what its like to be in a committed relationship with a successful woman who appears to her co-workers and the rest of the world to be a completely eligible bachelorette. Olivia, she said, was getting annoyed with her insecurities and jealous behavior and just made things worse by telling Anne she was going away on a business trip for a few days with a male co-worker. I listened intently to Anne ordering and refilling our drinks for more than an hour before she realized what time it was. She apologized for burdening me with her problems to which I replied that it was an honor that I could help in any way, even if it was just by being someone to talk to. I paid the bill and walked her to her car consoling her by telling her that people don't just throw away a six year relationship and that Olivia just can't instantly transform from a faithfully committed lesbian to a hetro-floozy just like that. She laughed at this comment and gave me a light kiss on my cheek, thank me for listening, got in her car and drove away.
Still amazed at the events that just transpired I went home eager to fantasize about Olivia and Anne that night.
The following day at work I was surprised by a call from Olivia. She had talked to Anne and had gotten my number from the yellow pages and called ask if she really told me all about their relationship. Obviously angry at the fact that Anne had told a complete stranger all about her personal life, Olivia ranted for a few minutes while I tried to calm her and tell her just how upset she had left Anne the evening before. I assured her that she didn't have to worry because I was very discrete and told her I was glad that I could be there to offer Anne even a little support. I made a feeble excuse that I had a meeting and I had to go and offered to meet her for lunch to talk about the situation if she wanted to and, hoping that she would take me up on my offer. After a short pause she told me to meet her at the same restaurant in at 1oclock that afternoon and then hung up. I was ecstatic at the thought of seeing Olivia during daylight hours where I could properly scrutinize her incredible body.
When I arrived at the restaurant Olivia was already seated at a booth in a corner and obviously still fuming mad. I sat and ordered us some drinks and began by asking if Anne is feeling better today. This took her by surprise as if she had planned exactly what she was going to say and I threw her off track. Not giving her the chance to recover I immediately took the offensive by saying that what I did last night I would have done if Anne was with a man instead of a woman and that because their relationship is a lesbian one it doesn't make it anymore private than any other. I finished by saying that I hope she forgives my chivalry but I wasn't trying to pry to take advantage of the situation. This left her speechless. Not wanting to seem to hostile I offered her lunch, my treat, as an apology for any resentment caused and as a peace offering between us, which she graciously accepted.
During lunch we talked about what we did and our families, the usually getting to know you chit chat and it turns out that Olivia was a self made woman who had started at the bottom of her company as a receptionist in a small branch office and had worked her way up to human resources manager of the entire organization in a matter of 9 years at the firm and I could tell by her expensive cloths and BMW car keys that she was well paid as well. After we finished lunch she apologized for misjudging me and said I seemed to be a nice person. I thanked her and after I paid the check and started walking her to her car I said she should cut Anne some slack because if I had a woman as attractive and successful as she was I would be out of my mind with jealousy as well. After saying our goodbyes I get in my car and return to the office with a grin on my face, congratulating myself for scoring charm points with Olivia even if she was a lesbian.
Olivia and Anne and my wife and I went out together a few times over the next couple of months, usually to plays or shows. They would also call me casually when they needed advise about buying a computer or to wish me well on my Birthday and the four of us started to develop a warm friendship. They bought our son Christmas gifts and dropped by every once in a while socially. We would go to their diner parties as well. In fact our relationship was a very normal one until early the following year when my wife and my son went on a camping trip with his scout troop to a neighboring island for two weeks. One evening around 2 o’clock in the morning Olivia and Anne show up at my door half drunk. They had out been drinking at a bar about a half mile from my house and were afraid to drive home in the state they were in so they walked to my house to ask me if I could drive them home. I jumped at the opportunity glad to have a change to be around them without my wife present so I could really check them out.
They were both dressed in short jeans skirts and brown leather high-heeled boots but Olivia had on a much more daring sheer light blue blouse which showed off considerable cleavage while Anne had on a more sedate although still enticing turtle-neck sweater that hugged her large bosom. I invited them in to wait while I got showered and changed cloths. After showering and throwing on some old sweats I returned to the living room and stumbled in on Anne and Olivia making out quietly. They were sitting side by side on the couch and Anne had one arm thrown over the back of the couch and the other up Olivia's skirt and was leaning forward passionately kissing Olivia who was reclined with her legs parted so as to give Anne access to her privates. I stopped just out of sift and stood for a while flabbergasted and raising a huge hard-on at the sight of these two incredible sexy women making out with each other. Realizing what a pervert I was being, I backed up a few step and then entered the room noisily so as to give them due warning so they could compose themselves. This time they both sat looking at me with grins on their faces, hands in their laps like children who had just been caught doing something naughty.