I've always been attracted to plus-sized women. They are soft to hold and pleasing to look at and I love to watch them walk from behind, especially going up stairways. I've lusted after large women for years, and I have had affairs with skinny and large girls and the large girls satisfied me more every time. I also love bigger women because I am a masochist and I have a fantasy of a larger woman dominating me while I worship her.
I am a purist in my love for plus-sized women: some people emailed me that they loved chubby women because big women are grateful for the lay or some such nonsense and I find that offensive because I love large women for how they look and feel not because I think they have low self-esteem like some men do. Quite the contrary, there is nothing more sexy than a plus-sized confidant woman who wants to put me over her knee. I thank those of you who gave me nice feedback and encouragement on my first story. Now, here is my second story...
I was 21 and working for the summer away from college as a DHL courier. I raced a yellow cargo van up and down side streets delivering packages while listening to the radio and having fun. I had a plus-sized women's clothing store on my route and one day I rushed into its backroom and handed my clipboard to a woman while I typed into my tracker holding an envelope. I was puzzled why she didn't take the clipboard from me and sign. Instead I heard the woman emit a throaty "Ahem!"
I looked up and a 5'10" blonde with shoulder length straight blonde hair was staring into my eyes. She was a little-larger than average, I'd guess 190 pounds but most of the weight was where I like it: in the thighs, butt, legs, and breasts. I'm not a breast man but I can tell you her breasts were more than a handful and her waist was narrow for her weight. Her butt was round and firm looking. I was drooling over her appearance and then I heard her say: "Young man, this envelope was due two hours ago. Why are you so late?" I winced at the "young man" comment and guessed the woman was in her late twenties.
I didn't see what the big deal was: most customers are just happy to get their packages on the right day. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "It's only a little late it's no big deal."
She put her nose close to mine looking down at me (she had two inches on me) and said, "These are paychecks and I need them on time." She smiled, "if you are late again next week, I am going to spank you."
I felt my cock shooting up in my uniform's shorts and felt my face getting flush, "I think that would be fun."
She winked and said, "You might not think it so fun. Try me." She winked and turned and walked away. I marveled at her round and wide backside while it strolled hypnotically away.
A week later and I had the paychecks for the same store again. I saved the plus-sized store for my last stop. I strolled in six hours late at 4:30 and she was waiting for me in the front of the store. Her hair was pinned back in a ponytail and she glared at me and said, "You must think you are pretty funny showing up at this hour, young man." She signed for the package and handed me a card with an address and phone number on it. She said, "Meet me there tonight at 8. Be prompt for a change. Oh, and wear your little uniform, too."
My heartbeat raced as she strode away and I called out, "Wait! What's your name?"