I am one of these people that has never had any luck with men. When I was in high school I never had a date for the prom, in fact, I was never asked for a date at all. I suppose I never learned how to use make up like most girls. It was always too much trouble to put on and I felt it wouldn't help me that much anyway. I am 5" 7" and admit I do have a weight problem. I've always been too large. Some might describe me as voluptuous but when I look in the mirror I see this fat girl with a plain face looking back. I have big boobs, a big butt, and a chubby belly. I wear baggy clothes to try and hide my body.
After leaving high school I attended a junior college for 2 years learning office management. I am very active in my church, so upon graduation, I was hired by our pastor to work in the office there. I needed work and this job fell in my lap. After working there for four years he offered me a job in a new program for inner city youth he had gotten funded. I was to manage the office of this program for inner city youth who are at risk. Most of them are gang members. Our office was in an old school building in a very rough part of the city. I often wondered if my pastor didn't select me for the job because I was unattractive. He never told me that but it crossed my mind. I was told I was selected because I was more mature.
Working in this program was quite a challenge. By now I was in my late twenties and wanted to get married and have a family like any normal woman. The pastor hired a young social worker who had just graduated from college. His name was Eric. Eric wasn't bad looking and seemed like a very nice person. I decided I would do my best to get him to ask me out. I even convinced myself I would marry him if he asked me. Did I love him? Who knows? He was nice and I had decided I was ready to settle down. I had never even been kissed by a male of any age. The more I thought about it the more I decided I would sleep with him on the first date if he wanted me to. I wouldn't rule anything out. I was that disparate.
I set my plan in motion by making a concerted effort to dress a little more provocatively. I stopped wearing slacks and baggy shirts and switched to skirts and tops that showed some cleavage. I didn't dress too wild but I was doing my best. I was not used to men paying much attention to me but I noticed Eric didn't pass up a chance to look at my tits when he could. I would wear a sweater so I could button it when our clients, the gang members, were around. I shortened a few of my skirts to just above the knee. Often I would go in Eric's office to talk to him. When I did I would sit in front of his desk with my legs crossed. This was all new to me and it took me sometime to fully get my nerve up but I was determined to try. Eric and I began eating lunch together so I felt I might be making some progress. I decided to turn up the heat a bit by wearing colored panties instead of my usual white ones. I made sure Eric got a good view every day so he knew the color I had selected. He never said anything but he kept coming up with excuses to get me in his office. If I left my skirt alone it almost slipped up to my waist. I got to the point where I left it alone. Eric's eyes were glued to my chubby thighs. Did he like them? All I knew was he kept looking. It was time to turn up the heat some more.
I began going to his office without wearing panties. This just had to work. I was 28 years old and felt it was time for me to start a family. In the far back of my mind I had made the decision that if Eric fucked me I would not have him use any protection. I was not on the pill since there was no need for it. If Eric got me pregnant, and my relationship with him did not work out, I would at least have the baby. I was desperate for this to work. My biological clock was ticking and that worried me. My fear was that I would go through life just being this lonely person with no one to care about me.
I was doing all I could to attract Eric. I had switched to thin bras that gave my 40DD's lots of cleavage and let my nipples protrude in our air conditioned office. I could not help but notice other men were more aware of me too, including our clients. It was hard to dress like that and not give others a peek. One day I was going up some metal stairs when I heard a noise under them. I glanced down and saw three black gang members under there. I did not acknowledge them but I knew that they knew I was not wearing panties. Then I wondered if that was the first time they had done that. From that day on I paid attention and there was someone under the stairs, looking up my skirt, nearly every time I used them. I had to talk with them on occasion and no one had ever hinted at anything inappropriate, so I dismissed it. I'm entitled to not wear panties if I choose to. I was aware of some "looks" I received but I decided it was no big deal.
My efforts to seduce Eric continued. Gradually I could tell men, total strangers, seemed to notice me. This had never happened before and I liked it. It was nice for men to acknowledge I exist after being ignored for so long. I began to wear bras that supported my breasts but left more of them uncovered. This was not lost on Eric. I would type something for him and take it to get it signed. As I bent over to show him where to sign there were occasions my nipple was visible to him. He no longer made any attempt to hide the fact he was looking at my tits and I made little effort to hide them from him. I knew it was just a matter of time until his cock was in me and I would be having his baby.
My new style of dress had not gone unnoticed by the pastor either. One day he called me in and subtly suggested I might dress a bit more conservatively. He said he could see how attractive I am and he admitted he had enjoyed looking at me, but he thought it best if I toned my dress down a bit. He really surprised me. I found it amusing that, while he was telling me this, he was looking up my skirt all the time.
I was honest with him and told him I had been this wall flower all my life and now I liked the attention I was getting. The pastor told me I obviously had no idea what a sexy body I have and he thought I needed to be more careful.
He whispered saying, "Angie, there isn't a male around here, including me, that hasn't undressed you with his eyes a thousand times." He said, "You bring out the Adam in all of us."
Somehow that statement turned me on more than I can put into words. I wanted to strip all my clothes off so the preacher could see me naked. I would have let him fuck me at that moment and I would have gladly had his baby. After all, he had done so much for me, I would love to repay him somehow. I shared with him how flattered I was by his admission and how much I appreciated all he had done for me.
Then we just sat there and looked at each other. It was like we both knew but neither could say anything. Thirty seconds must have passed, and then, never saying a word, I uncrossed my legs and spread them for the pastor. He said nothing and did not move. He just looked straight at my pussy. This was the very first time I had ever exposed it to a man like this. I spread my legs farther apart and pulled my skirt to my waist.
Finally he said, "Angie, you are beautiful down there."
I wanted him so badly. I had never been in such an intimate situation with a man before but he didn't move. I began to unbutton my blouse when he held his hand up.
He said, "Stop, I want to but I can't...you understand."
I paused but didn't stop unfastening my blouse. Then I said, "I know, but just stay there, OK?" The pastor only nodded.
I finished unbuttoning my blouse, stood up, and slipped it off. Then I unhooked my bra and let them fall to the floor. It was cool in there and my nipples were hard. When I rubbed them they only got harder. The pastor never spoke and neither did I. Now I unbuttoned my skirt and let it drop. I was totally naked, except for my heels, in front of my pastor. I turned around so he could get a good look at my body and then sat back down. We both knew there was nothing else to say. As I sat there I put my feet on the edge of his desk and spread my legs as wide as I could. Then, using both hands, I spread my pussy open so he could see inside. No other man had seen me like this before and I was thrilled he was the first. I was consumed with lust by now. The pastor watched intently as I pushed my fingers up inside my cunt. I was a virgin as far as sex with a man goes but my hymen had succumbed to my dildo years ago. My fingers had never felt better in me. I never took my eyes off the pastor as I began rubbing my clit. My it felt wonderful! He had leaned back in his chair and I could tell he was masturbating too. I rubbed my clit with one hand and my nipples with the other. I can't describe how turned on I was to see his eyes glued to my dripping pussy. Soon my legs jerked each time I touched my clit in that certain place. My orgasm was approaching.
As I reached that point of no return I felt a spurt of fluid come out of me and hit the side of his desk. Before it had run down there was another, and another, and another...then my pastor watched me have the most intense orgasm of my life. I shuddered as wave after wave passed over me and spurt after spurt hit his desk. I looked at him and told him I wanted to do that for him.
He smiled and said, "Thank you." "It was beautiful."
