I Learn There Is More To Love

As soon as the wheels touched down in Salt Lake City, I was in the app store on my iPhone and downloading Tinder. I was in town for a three day conference and I was not going to waste my two nights of freedom watching porn on my iPad in my hotel room.

By the time I deplaned I had my profile locked and loaded and was already swiping. I knew I wasn't in a position to be overly picky so I was generously swiping right. While I was basically happy in my marriage, I have to be honest, there wasn't a lot of sex. When there was sex, there wasn't much variety. And I like variety!

We would have sex once or twice a month. Always with her riding me so she could cum which I didn't mind because I got to look at her small but perky tits. On my birthday and Valentine's I would get a little head. Never until completion, but a little dick sucking.

So you see why my right index finger was going numb from swiping.

I was fortunate that I usually traveled a half dozen times a year. This was perfect for me. I would usually hook up with some fun adventurous woman on the trip to satisfy my sexual needs which allowed me to behave when I was home. This made it safer.

I had a look that I always tried for. Tall, dark hair, usually shorter like a bob, and small to medium tits. Think beach volleyball player and you have a pretty good idea what I liked.

But on my business trip trysts, i didn't have the luxury of being too strict on my ideal and usually ended up with a pretty cute divorced woman with a mom bod that just needed a little excitement away from the three kids that her ex never followed through on his visitation rights. This worked out for both of us. They typically had a lot of pent up sexual energy and well, you know I certainly did as well.

56 year old brunette with glasses and a little mousey. Right swipe.

45 year old dirty blonde, recently divorced and looking for a partner in crime.

Why are they always looking for partners in crime? I asked myself. Who care's? I decided. Right swipe.

51 year old, black woman with great eyes. Right swipe.

46 year old, attractive blonde, looking for a good Christian and father material. Left swipe.

I darted my way in and out of other travelers as I made it through the airport pushing my suitcase with reckless determination in one hand and swiping with equal determination in the other. By the time I finished at Hertz, I wanted to be engaged in chats with at least two potential rendezvous.

And there she was just as I was about to get to the counter, SunshineSmiles, a moderately attractive woman. 58, raven hair with a pronounced streak of gray that she somehow pulled off. And looking for adventure, nothing serious. Sounded perfect.

The Hertz agent was asking me way more questions that one should ever need to be asked renting a car and I was just nodding saying 'yea, yea', with all my attention focused on trying to hook SunshineSmiles in.

When I got to my car, I had somehow upgraded to a luxury SUV and paid for the GPS and Sirius radio. My work was never going to reimburse this. Damn SunshineSmiles better like anal for all the money she just cost me.

Fortunately for me my hotel was only about 20 minutes from the airport and by the time I had checked in, SunshineSmiles or Betty as I learned, and I had graduated to texting. As soon as I got to my room, I was ready to start sexting.

'So Betty, what are you into? I am very open minded.' I texted.

'So am I. Should I tell you or show you?' she replied with a little devil face emoji.

'How about you tell me, then show me?'

'I don't want to scare you off, I may be a little kinky.' she dared.

'I am a big boy, I think I can handle it.' I confidently responded.

'How about I send you a pic? But only if you are sure you won't run for the hills?'

Mmmm, This was getting good. How could I refuse an offer?

'Promise, and I will send one back', I replied with my mind racing with thoughts of this mature woman sending some naughty librarian pic of something.

In a few moments her pic hit my text box. It wasn't a naughty librarian or leather clad dominatrix, but rather a pic of her in a diaper and frilly white top and hair hidden in a bonnet, sucking a pacifier.

I am pretty open minded and definitely into some pretty kinky stuff, but infantilism? My dick which had been pulsing with excitement, instantly deflated as I scrambled to figure out how to reply. I mean, Betty took a chance and was allowing herself to be vulnerable in sharing a picture like that. I didn't want to be an asshole and slut shame her, but I also could not unsee it.

I decided on the slow ghost. I told her that it looked like it might be interesting and we had to talk about it some more, but right now I had to get to a meeting with the rest of my team. This of course was a lie as I was the only one from my office that was attending the conference.

I quickly opened Tinder and went back to swiping. Right, Right, Right, Right, Left, Right, Right...

Hmmm, She looks cute. DelishDish, was an attractive blonde. She was a foodie and looked to be a little overweight. That never bothered me. Of course I liked that thin, muscular, athletic body, but I couldn't lie, some of the best lovers I ever had were a tad plump.

She has a couple pictures posted which were all of angles and crops that definitely concealing her body so I assumed she had to be on the fuller side of plump. But looking at her pictures, it really didn't matter. This woman was beautiful.

Her blonde hair was full with loose curls which gave me flashbacks of puberty and jacking off to my poster of Cheryl Tiegs. She had these big incredible brown eyes with hints of cinnamon splashed throughout them topped with natural lashes so thick they put any Kardashian to shame. Somehow her lips formed a sweet, endearing smile and yet looked perfect for sucking a cock into oblivion. DelishDish was so fucking pretty that what the fuck did I care if she had a little extra fluff.

I swiped right with such enthusiasm I almost swiped my phone right out of my hand. No sooner had I regained control, when I noticed the notification.

DelishDish already replied, 'Hey there cutie, what are you doing tonight?'

'Nothing much, just bored in my hotel room. I am here for a conference. What about you?' I typed, trying not to sound too eager, but my mind was racing to thoughts of 69'iing with this fair-haired beauty.

'Oh I am just looking for any excuse not to do some work I took home. Are you up for chatting and distracting me for a while?' she asked in a way that I couldn't tell if she was merely being factual or flirting.

Of course in my mind, I was like "want me to send you a pic of what I would distract you with?" followed by sending my favorite dick pic that was taken at an angle that made me look a full two inches longer than the respectable seven inches that I was.

Instead, I flubbed 'Sure, why not?' which I am sure came across with way more attitude than I intended. 'I am sorry, that sounded rude, I am just tired from a day's worth of travel.' I lied in an attempt to cover my blunder.

'Oh, that is ok, why don't I let you get some rest and we can chat another time., she replied.

That was certainly not the response I was hoping for so I went into full recovery mode. I didn't want to lose this woman. Hell, she was so hot, I would even probably toss on a pair of diapers and be burped if it meant I had a chance to fuck her.

'It's ok, there is nothing else I would rather be doing than chatting with you. So what do you do?'

I also took this moment to call home. It was 7:30 now, the perfect time to knock the call out. I would fulfill my husbandly duty and I knew she wouldn't be in a chatty mood as she would be into The Bachelor and wouldn't want to talk for more than a couple of minutes.

With my call taken care of I quickly opened Tinder and to my delight, I saw a message, 'It would be easier to text if you are up for it. My number is 425.867.5309. My name is Sharyn btw.'

I was so excited that I actually let out a squeal. I had no idea where that sound came from, and I was glad that she was not able to hear it. It would probably have been as much of a passion killer as a picture of me in a diaper sucking a pacifier.

I didn't bother replying to her message, I just copy and pasted her number right into a text and sent an unfortunate 'Sup!'.

'What the fuck was that?' I admonished myself. 'What next, call her bruh?'

I swallowed hard and typed as fast as I could, 'I don't know why I did that, you just make me nervous. You are so pretty, that my brain just doesn't work as it should. I am Jeff.'

'Hi Jeff, I am a boring CPA, what do you do?' Sharyn inquired.

I wanted to reply, 'I eat pussy and fuck. Want to come over for an interview?' but rather I simply replied, 'I am a dentist, here for an exciting conference on new materials for crowns and inlays.' There it was, the most boring text ever sent, was just delivered to Sharyn.

I could not believe her reply. In fact I had to read it three times to make sure I was reading it correctly.

'A dentist huh? I heard dentists are closet pervs' she said with a little winky emoji.

Then there were the three dots. She was typing more. What was her follow up going to be? What could it be?

I was patiently waiting to see if she was going to push the flirtation further or pull back before I replied.

Still three dots.

Damn it. Send something!

Then in an instant they were gone. I stared at my phone, waiting for them to come back, but after two or three minutes nothing. Now my mind raced. What do I send? Do I respond with a casual joke or do I test out how interested she actually is?

Before I had an answer as to the direction I would go, my phone chimed and I saw her reply 'I am sorry, that was inappropriate. Sometimes I just don't have a filter. Please don't be mad.' with a sad face emoji this time.

Damn, I missed my window. I was typing my reply to let her know I was not offended when another text popped up, 'I am just a flirtatious person and I have scared more than one guy off with my forwardness. Forgive me?' and this time ended with the praying hands emoji.

What the hell, She likes emojis, she likes being forward. I responded with a simple eggplant emoji.

I figured it would go one of two ways. Either it would get our conversation jump started into graphic sexual chatting or I would play it off as a joke. The ball was in her court as to which road our conversation was going to go.

'Oh, is that for me? I haven't eaten dinner and am just starving!' came an answer even better than I hoped.

'Well if you really are hungry, you could come over and have a full course meal.' testing her interest.

'As lovely as that sounds, Jeff, it is getting late and I work in the morning, you are 20 minutes away. Maybe next time?' she said, smashing my hopes like an egg falling to the ground. Any chance of getting laid was just a mess of shattered shells and yolks splattered across the kitchen floor.

This woman was so beautiful, seemed totally normal, but also had a little naughty side to her and she was slipping away. In the classic 'too good to be true' tale, she sent a final text, 'This was fun, have a good night, and hope you have a naughty dream or two about me'.

'Fuck I could not lose this one!' I internally yelled to myself and then as in some out-of-body moment, my fingers typed, 'Well you could always just spend the night.' and hit send before my brain returned to my body.

What did I just do? I have always had a firm rule against overnight visits at either my or my tryst's place. It was too risky.

First, it greatly increased my chances of getting caught. Secondly, there was always that inevitable feeling of guilt and need to flee that seemed to arrive an instant after the last rope of cum burst from my cock.

If I spent the night at her place, I could still leave. Sure I would be an asshole, but I could still make an escape. But if she stayed at my room, I was a prisoner until the morning when I could shuffle her out somehow. What had I done?

'Are you sure that would be ok? I have never done that, but I just feel really comfortable with you. You make me feel so good about myself and I haven't felt like that for a while. You know I am not a tiny girl and well my ex would just say the meanest things. But you make me feel beautiful and sexy again.' Sharyn confided.

There it was. This was my out. I could make an excuse that maybe we were rushing and I wanted to get to know her better. That way I would come across as caring and not an ass.

So I typed 'Of course I want you to' and hit send.

Wait, what did I type? That wasn't a gentle letdown. Why were my fingers not communicating with my brain?

Before my mind regained control of my body, I had sent Sharyn the address to my hotel and my room number.

I then sat on my bed, wondering what the hell I just did and stayed at the black screen of the TV in a daze as I awaited Sharyn's arrival. Every scenario from her being a psychotic serial murder that catfished his way into my hotel room, to a bunny-boiling Glenn Close (who despite being crazy, was sexy as hell), to being held captive staring at the clock consumed by guilt for 6 hours to every other doom and gloom situation.

Just as I was convincing myself to just turn off the light and pretend I wasn't there, came a light tapping on the door. I sat frozen, unsure what to do. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to even chit chat with her. I just didn't want her spending the night.

Then came another, but this time it was a deliberate knock. A knock with such authority, I am sure the entire wing of the 8th floor of the Westin heard it. I got up and opened the door.

There she was. Sharyn, the woman I had been texting with for the past three hours. Sharyn, the woman who looked like the poster of Chery Tiegs. Sharyn, this beautiful, yet slightly overweight woman.

Yet, that wasn't the Sharyn that stood at the door. There stood Sharyn. This Sharyn was dressed in black yoga pants and a baggy maroon sweatshirt. Hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. This Sharyn's face, despite being in the minimal dab of makeup and just north of 50 years old, was every bit as beautiful as the Cheryl Tiegs I conjured in my mind.

But this Sharyn stood around five foot six inches and had to weigh at least 270 pounds!

I knew she was not skinny. In fact, I was expecting her to be on the heavier side, but I was not expecting her to be, well there was no other way to say it, but fat.

I tried my best not to show the astonishment in my face, but I obviously failed when she looked at me and said 'You are disappointed aren't you? I knew I should have shared a picture or at least told you that I was not just a big girl but a BIG girl.' she said with a hard long emphasis on the second big.

'But we had such good chemistry talking and I just hoped that it wouldn't matter. I am sorry, I should go.' she said with sadness in her eyes.

I had never been attracted to BBWs as I had seen heavy women labeled in PornHub. I certainly had never been with a woman that weighed more than me, much less a lot more than me. Yet, somehow it didn't bother me.

I couldn't say it turned me on, but it surprisingly also didn't turn me off. I guess I had just never really contemplated it before and as this beautiful woman stood in the doorway, I quickly realized I wanted to spend more time with her. I was still attracted to her. Hell, I still wanted to fuck her!

'No, no, no, Sharyn. I am so sorry, yes, I admit, I was a little surprised that you don't look exactly as I imagined, but that is on me. You are very beautiful, and yes we do seem to have amazing chemistry, and I would love for you to come in.' I said with an honest conviction.

She cracked a smile that was one part cute, one part scandalous, and two parts relief as she walked into the room.

As I walked behind her, I was amazed at her ass. It was clearly testing the integrity of her black lululemon yoga pants pulled so tautly that her red bikini panties were totally visible as she walked past me. I was also amazed at its size. Her ass was at least twice the size of mine. I found myself wanting to just grab it.

She pulled herself on the queen bed closest to the door. I always get a room with two beds: one for fucking and one for sleeping. I mean, who wants to sleep in the wet spot?

I hopped on the bed next to her and we sat with our backs propped up against the headboard. We started talking and the conversation flowed effortlessly as we discussed everything from our favorite music and movies, to destinations on our bucket lists. She told me about her ex. He had been emotionally abusive for most of their marriage but when he crossed the line and became physically abusive. I was surprisingly candid and honest when I told her about my marriage. Usually I would fabricate some story to try and make myself seem sympathetic. I am not sure if it did this for my conquest's conscience or my own. But with Sharyn I was just honest, telling her I was happy but just had a wanderlust that I needed to satisfy on my trips.

By now, Sharyn was leaning on my shoulder with my arm around her with my hand stroking her thick hair. Her hand was caressing my thigh, dangerously close to my cock, but at the same time well safe from any incidental contact.

And of course the conversation turned sexual as well started sharing our likes and things we didn't like, as well as a fantasy or two. It turned out we were both very fond of anal which immediately had me thinking back to images of her thick ass as she walked into my hotel room.

Thinking of her ass and the sensations of her hand massaging my thigh with just the right amount of pressure became too much for my cock. It began swelling. I was wearing running tights so there was absolutely no concealing the fact that my cock was completely hard just inches from her face which by now was resting on my chest.

I felt Sharyn's hand grasp my cock through the thin material. She lightly let her fingers wrap around my shaft which didn't need any additional coaxing and was throbbing hard. I could feel my pulse through my cock as she let her hand run up and down my hardness.

'I guess you aren't disappointed I am fat.' she said in the most seductive voice I have ever heard in my life. Her voice magically dropped an octave and developed a Demi Moore rasp.

'Sharyn, you aren't fat!' I started to protest.

'It is ok Jeff. I am, and I know it. Of course I would love to be a size 6 but I am also comfortable with who I am. So it is ok to say it. There is a factual way to say it and a derogatory way. I know you wouldn't say it in the bad way.'

'Sharyn, I am serious, you are gorgeous.' I stammered as she was now looking up at me.

She was looking at me with those chestnut eyes so full of lust while continuing to stroke my cock. The look was just devastating and I couldn't resist and leaned forward and kissed her.

Her lips were soft, her tongue darted around my mouth in an authoritative way that let me know she was ready for whatever I wanted.

I tried wrapping my arms around her the best I could as we began making out like two horny teenagers whose parents left them alone in the basement. She was a master at kissing. She knew exactly the right amount of pressure, the perfect pace to let her tongue dance around mine, and her lips were so full and soft. I started feeling content just making out since it was so intense and satisfying. But Sharyn obviously wasn't content as she repositioned herself until she was straddling on me.

As she mounted me, I could feel all her weight now. While I couldn't say she was squashing me, I could say I definitely wasn't able to move as she had me pinned against the bed. I now felt the full force of her weight and it was something I had never experienced.