I am 26 year old, 135lbs 5'8", decent looking, a hard working guy with my life in order. At work I am assertive and ambitious but in my personal life I am very submissive and get off sexually on humiliation. This does not mean that I am not horny. I think about sex all the time!
At the time I did not have a girlfriend, so I would hit the dive bars on a regular basis after work. "Blue Collar" was a place close to my apartment that I loved to frequent. It had $2 beers and I could walk home in less than 15 minutes. I was a regular there. I knew the owner and all the other regulars, who were for the most part cool blue-collar workers who lived in the area.
This one time when I was there an older black lady sat down next to me at the bar. She was out of place because not too many blacks come into the Blue Collar, and there are not too many women patrons of the place. She was in her early fifties, weighed about 250 pounds and was about 5'6". She was wearing a spaghetti strapped shirt and had shorts on. She was fat and at least half of her weight was cellulite! I could see the dimples and ripples all over her upper arms and thighs. Her tits were huge! She was one round woman. To her credit though she carried her obesity well and her flesh did not sag. She seemed to be more bursting at the seams and was nice and round. I could not stop sneaking looks at her huge thigh.
I struck up a conversation with her since I had nothing better to do than play on my phone. I learned that her name was Tonya and that she was celebrating the finalization of her divorce.
When Austin the bartender asked her what she was having she ordered a Budweiser and I told him that it was on me and paid for it.
Tonya was so easy going that we continued to talk. She told me that she was married at the age of eighteen to a lazy bum, but she stuck with him because she was pregnant and then had another two kids with him. Two years ago, her last kid moved out of the house and she started the divorce proceedings to get rid of him. He made it hard and contested so it took almost two years to finally get it done. She told me that this was the best day of her life now that the divorce was finalized. She said that the second best day of her life was when her ex was forced to move out about a year and a half ago.
This was the first time that she was in a bar in over ten years! I welcomed her and bought us another round of beers. I found out that Tonya was 53 years old and worked as a lunch lady in a local elementary school cafeteria. She had been working there for 21 years and loved the kids. In the divorce they had sold their home and she was now renting a small place down the block.
As the evening progressed Tonya laughed at my jokes and I genuinely enjoyed talking to her. Soon she started slapping and grabbing my knee as she laughed at my jokes. I popped a serious boner and I could tell that she noticed. I also put my hand on her huge dimpled thigh and she just glanced at it and smiled.
At about ten in the evening after 5 rounds of beer, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place for some coffee to sober up a bit. Tonya readily agreed, and we left. I could not help but to put a hand on the small of her back as she got up. It was dimply but firm, all I could ever wish for!