Lizzie is a big girl. I don't use the term BBW. I understand where it came from, I like a bigger girl. The problem is how it gets used all the time. Without question you will find any woman that had to shop in the big women's stores will refer to her as a BBW. The problem is, some of them are just plain ugly.
Lizzie isn't ugly at all. She has a beautiful face. The first pictures I saw of her were old ones and she was a strikingly beautiful woman. I have mentioned to her she needs new pictures that are more recent. I know she won't put any up because she thinks she is fat. Really though, She is beautiful and she can show people that without hiding how big she is.
We were at a pool party. She stayed dressed most of the night but then things started to get a little wild. Bikini tops were coming off. She was hiding. I sought her out.
Her interest was plain. I found her hiding behind the bar. She was pretending to be pouring drinks but no one was there. I asked her to come outside. She smiled, her steel gray eyes were penetrating but there was sadness in it. She was afraid to show herself in front of the other women.
I told her I found her delicious.
She told me she thought the same thing.
I kissed her and it was delightful. Her lips were soft and moist and welcoming. As I kissed her she reached out to me and pulled my close to her. I felt myself pressed against her and kissed her more deeply. We paused a moment and parted and I gazed into her eyes. I suddenly needed to have her.
"Want a drink?" she whispered.
"Not at all." I whispered back. She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom.
She undressed me first. I had been in the pool so there wasn't much other than to tug loose my towel and untie my trunks. She worked at it slowly taking full advantage. First her fingers wrestled their way in pulling the drawstring, then a full hand; she took my cock in her hand. I was already "interested" and he had started to respond but with her warm hand on me, my cock swelled steadily. She looked up at me once and smiled but then focused her attention; she tugged my trunks off my hips and lowered them to the floor. Her hands moved over my entire body, her eyes never leaving my cock. Her tongue slowly slipped out of her mouth and she ran it along the full shaft, circled my head and then took me completely into her wide open mouth.
"Wait." I whispered, she stopped suddenly as if something were wrong. She looked up at me. "You have too many clothes on."