So here I was in the car with the woman of my dreams, all 350 or more pounds of her. All watermelon sized breasts of her. All ass bigger then basketballs of her. And she just finished telling me about her first lesbian experience. And she asked to hear a story from me of the kinkiest woman I ever fucked. I had to figure out how I could move this from a ride that would fill my nights with jerk-off fantasies to a day I would never forget. I figured I'd start with buying Fanny lunch.
"Look, before I tell you about my kinky sex I need to stop for gas. Would you like some McDonald's?"
"Sure, but I don't have much money."
"I figured as much. I'll find a gas station next to McDonald's and I'll give you some cash for lunch. How does that sound?"
"Like I said before,thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus for answering my prayers."
"My name is Ed, not Jesus but let's look for a place to stop."
I knew that there was just the place I described at the next exit and pulled up to the pump. She got out of the car and I handed her a tenner. She walked away from me. I stared at her ass as it moved side to side and bounced beneath her thin dress. It was a beautiful sight. I wondered if Fanny was walking with more of a wiggle then usual to entice me. I sure hoped so. When she came back with the bag of burger and fries in one hand and her drink in the other, her breasts swayed from side to side. She was doing this on purpose and my cock got chubby.
"Can you help me get back in the car and with my seat belt?"
"Sure. Just let me go inside to pay for the gas." I went in paid for the gas and bought some condoms. I hoped I could use them with Fanny but if I didn't have them I'd be out of luck.
"Hand me the food after I get in the car." Fanny reached down to hand me the food and gave me a glimpse of her enormous breasts. Fanny got in and handed the seat belt to me. Again, I had to reach across her belly to pull the belt into the buckle. She seemed to push back into my hand as I reached across. I headed back to the freeway and still traffic was terrible.
"OK. Here is the story. I went to a bar that was well known as a place where older women went to meet younger men. My friend asked me to go with him as the designated driver and his wingman, The bar was as advertised and it was not long before my friend was buying drinks for a 35 year old with dyed blond hair. As wingman it was my job to chat up her friend, a skinny woman in her mid-thirties with large fake boobs. This woman, let's call her Abby, was drinking hard. She was leaning against me and pushing her tits into my arm."
"It looks like my friend left with your friend. Do you have a car?"
"No, we came in his car and he drove off with your friend."