"A girl with a big round ass, big fluffy titties and a slightly bulging tummy," I was saying to some friends of mine. "That's what it takes to get my attention."
My friends were giving me the usual yada yada about my liking big girls. Joe was making the most fun. His girl was about 5' 5" and weighed maybe 92 pounds with rocks in her pockets. I told him, "Your girl can turn sideways, stick her tongue out and look like a zipper." That elicited more laughter from group.
"My girl can give shade in the summer and heat in the winter. Your girl can give splinters and sharp elbows."
Guffaws rang out around the room, including Joe.
What they didn't know was that I had a girl like that. I grew up around white kids. Went to school with them and played ball with them and even fucked some of the girls. But until I met this girl, it was just something to do. I mean, I fucked black girls too. My philosophy is if you limit yourself to certain girls, you eliminate half or more of the fuckable girls.
Anyway, this girl, her name is Melissa, is built just like I like them. She is very tall, almost 6'. She is outsized to say the least. Her chest measurements are 40D. Her waist is 28 and her hips are 44. So wide she has to slide through the door. She won't tell her weight but I would guess it to be 200lbs easily.
When I first met her, she was bent over placing groceries into her car. All I could see was ass. Brother, I mean ass! I was so busy looking at that sweet, fine round ass that I almost got ran over by a car moving down the lane. When the driver blew the horn to get my attention, I skipped out of the way. Melissa looked up to see about the horn and saw me staring at her. She gave me one of those looks that you give people whom you suspect are mentally slow.
All I could do was to give her a shit-eating grin. A friend of mine says you can't make no sales if you don't knock on no doors. Taking him at his word, I said to her, "I know I am being very forward but, girl, you look so damned good from behind. And now! You look so damned good from the front too."
She looked at me and then burst out laughing. "That is the lamest line I have heard in years."
"Looking at you will make a man lame baby," I told her. "Lame, speechless and if he has a weak heart, it'll kill him."
She laughed again. Her laughter tinkled like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. The more I looked at her, the more I knew I was being drawn into her blue eyes and as I looked into them, I knew I didn't care. I tried to look away but I couldn't. Her face was a perfect oval. Besides the eyes, it framed a nose that was just right. And lips that were full and perfect and so delicious looking, I knew I had to taste them. Her hair was brown and shoulder length.
As I tore my eyes from her's, I looked at the rest of her body. She was wearing a small halter top that left her shoulders bare. Her breasts jiggled beneath the halter. Her midriff was bare and bulging slightly with an "innie" navel. Her hips flared out. And I mean flared. I knew I was going to drool on myself if I wasn't careful.
"I bet your body soap bill is high," I said.
She looked puzzled. "Why do you think that?" she asked.
"Because you have to wash all of those eyeball marks off every day."
She laughed that laugh again. "Do you always approach girls with lines like those?"
"No," I said. "I can't remember when I approached a girl that looks like you. You look like a glazed doughnut on Sunday morning. Downright delicious."
"Oh, I look like a doughnut," she said with a pout.
"Baby, you look positively damned delicious. I'd munch on you like a starving man at a buffet," I said.
"You are a nut," she said. "A nice nut, but a nut."
"Does that mean you'll have dinner with me tonight?" I asked. "We can go grab a bite to eat and I can stare at your rare good looks."
She told me, "I don't usually go out with men I don't know. You might be a sex maniac or something."
"Oh yeah, I love sex," I said with a leer. "But I am too timid to be a maniac."
"Timid my ass," she snorted. But she laughed while she said it, giving me hope. "Okay, let's meet." She suggested a local pub. I agreed.
"Why don't you let me pick you up, that way we can get there at the same time," I suggested.
"Maybe another time, but not now," she said.
We agreed on a time to meet. I was anxious for the day to progress. It seemed as though time was standing still.
Finally, that night we met at the restaurant. She looked even better than at the store. Now, she had an off-the-shoulder blouse that accentuated her unbound tits. Her skirt was modest, maybe 2 inches above her knees. It accentuated her hips. And brother, her hips were alluring.
As we were shown to our table, I noticed the sway of her hips. A hypnotist could do no better than her hips to hypnotize a man.
Dinner was a normal affair for that restaurant. Later, as we had an after dinner drink, I asked her if she had a boyfriend. Meeting me at a place raised a flag so I had to ask.
She said, "I had a boyfriend but he doesn't want to let go. He moved but he comes around. I wanted to enjoy dinner without the stress of him showing up while you were there."
"I see," I said. "Well, what you like to do now?"
She looked at me and said, "What would you like to do?"
