I spend most of the morning hours trying to decide what to wear on our date. I choose one outfit and then choose another. The excitement of what is to happen later has my mind in a jumble. I finally decide it is time to take a bath and relax in the bubbles for a while. I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, turning from side to side. I remove my robe and look at my larger size body, amazed that I can turn men on with it. I don't like looking at myself, because growing up, I was told by too many male relatives that I would never attract a man being "FAT".
" Boy, were all those men wrong. I learned this once I was online and searching for friendship in cyberspace. Oh, I had my bad moments at the beginning, thinking that once a person knew me from the inside, they would like the packaging...what a laugh that was...so my ego is still a bit battered. I stand, still looking in the mirror and try to see me as others do. I am 5'8" tall with a very round stomach and large, well formed legs. My long reddish brown hair is given away only when I stand as I am now, all natural. Turning to the side, I can see that although I do not have a big bottom, it is well-rounded.
Sliding into the bubbles, I sigh and let the magic of the hot water seep into my very being. I lean back and close my eyes and try to get a mental image of you to form. You have told me you are 6'2" tall and have an athletic build with large shoulders, and dark brown hair. I can picture you smiling as you look down at me with lust. I tingle all over just picturing you. I slowly lather my body with soap and rinse it away as I stand up. Looking over at the clock, I can see my leisurely bath has eaten into my dressing time.
I dry off and walk into the bedroom and decide on a purple bra and purple panties to wear under my clothes. Purple always makes me feel more passionate and sexy. I rub lotion into my skin as I make the final decision on what to wear, paying particular attention to my legs and tummy. I can feel myself getting more turned on as I slide my panties and bra on. I walk over to the dresser and begin applying my touches of makeup and then finish dressing.
I look again at the clock and realize that I need to be leaving if I hope to make it there before you arrive. Grabbing my purse and keys, I hurry out the door, turning to make sure it is locked and secure. I do a half trot getting to my car and start it...A moment of panic sets in..."What have I gotten myself into"????
We meet in a hotel lobby. We know each other, but have never met face to face before. I am nervous and excited at the same time, hands trembling, knees shaking. You are dressed in black slacks and a grey turtleneck sweater, just as you said you would be. I am wearing a pair of black slacks and a purple button down shirt.
We kiss and begin walking to your room as we had arranged. I know why we are here and am surprised that I actually showed up. We get to the room door and you give me a kiss and a hug and tell me everything will be just like we talked about. That makes me more nervous and I shiver in response.
Once we are in the room, you begin kissing me more fiercely, demanding that my lips open to your tongue. I open my lips and we begin french kissing, heating each other more and more. I can feel your hands on my ass, pulling me to you. I can feel your arousal through your slacks and the warmth starts flowing. You begin unbuttoning my shirt and parting the sides. As you slide it off my shoulders you kiss each in turn and I allow the shirt to fall in a heap at my feet. You back up a step and just stand there looking at me. Your smile grows bigger and you come back toward me, stopping in front of me. You lean down and kiss each breast through my bra and I can feel your hands on my waist, sliding my slacks lower. I lift each leg as you slide them down and step out of them. My knees are shaky at this point.
I reach out for you, but you still my hands, telling me "We have all evening, love". I wonder what you are thinking about, but am afraid to put it into words. You come back to me and begin kissing me again, and I can feel myself melting. I can feel you unhooking and freeing my breasts from the bra and then your lips reaching down and suckling each nipple in turn. They harden as the cool air of the room reaches the moisture left by your mouth and you begin sucking them harder.
I can feel your hands back at my waist again, this time moving under the waistband of my panties. I moan as your mouth continues its assault on my breasts. You move your hands from my waist down to my thighs, urging me to spread my legs for you. You moan when your hand finds the wet spot there. You slide your fingers under the edge and can feel the warmth and moisture. You slide your hand inside my lips and feel my clit, making me tremble. One finger finds my opening and slides inside, bringing another moan from my lips. I whimper as you continue the double assault on my senses.
You finally pull my panties off me and ask me to lay down on the bed. I lay down and you ask me for my hand. I offer it to you and find it tied quickly with the cord you had already set in place. Walking around the bed, you ask for the other hand, and I give it, shaking as I do. I know this is what we had talked about, but I am scared to be finally experiencing it. Once you have both hands secured, you kneel next to me and kiss me more, until you feel me relax. Then you place a blindfold over my eyes. The lack of sight has me trembling again. You place a ball in my hand and tell me to hold onto it until I am ready to call it quits. You explain that unless I drop the ball, I will go along with anything you do. (Since we have talked about this fantasy of mine before I trust you) I nod my head and tell you I understand.
I feel you moving on the bed. Then I feel my foot lifted as a cord is wrapped there, and then on the other leg, spreading me open. I can feel your breath on my leg, moving upward. I can feel you parting my lips and can sense you looking, making me wetter and wetter. You run your fingers up and down my slit, avoiding my clit, which is aching for your touch. I feel you insert one finger in me, then a second, testing the resistance. You take them out of me, and lean forward, pushing them into my mouth so I can taste myself. I lick your fingers clean, liking the taste of myself.