These stories are based on a series of emails and text messages shared with a very special friend and fan. Thank you Penny for your encouragement and for sharing your fantasies and dreams with me. I hope these stories prove to be worthy...
We first met at a museum fund raiser. Everything was tres elegant and I was feeling slightly out of place once I'd given my donation, but the buffet table beckoned and the bar was free and open, so I stayed. I had a drink in one hand and a full plate in the other and was backing away from the buffet when I literally ran into her. I turned, apologizing even before I saw her.
"I'm dreadfully sorry. I didn't mean to mash you!"
And I stopped open mouthed. I was eye to nipple with the most glorious set of breasts I'd seen in a good many years and the owner was laughing merrily. I continued to look up. She had to be at least a good 6 inches taller than me, not counting the addition caused by her three inch heels. Tall, and brunette she gave new meaning to the term BBW. She was a goddess in every way.
"Mash ME?" She was still laughing. "Nothing personal but I doubt your ability to actually MASH me."
Her laugh was infectious and I had to admit, despite my own status as a BBW, that standing next to her and comparing our relative height differences made the idea of ME mashing HER ludicrous. We were both laughing as we introduced ourselves and she invited me back to her table. We got on, in her words, 'like a house a fire', talking and laughing non-stop for several hours. Her husband passed by, talking with another couple, at one point and she interrupted them long enough to introduce me around. I had noticed her rings but even after the introduction I wasn't a hundred per cent certain of her sexual orientation. We'd made more than one trip back to the bar and under the impetus of too much wine our conversation had gotten increasingly flirtatious -- on both our parts. She seemed as avid as I was to reach out and touch and it seemed to me that a lot of sexual innuendo was being passed between us.
Before the fete was over we had made plans to meet for coffee in the morning and when her husband came to the table, jingling his car keys, she kissed me goodnight. Not a quick peck on the cheek mind you but a full on the lips, slightly open mouth, very breathy and not overly brief, kiss. I enjoyed it immensely. Bi or straight, the girl knew how to put her heart and soul into a kiss. I did sneak a quick peek at her husband and he was examining his cuticles and smiling to himself. His reaction didn't tell me anything more than I already knew, which was nothing really and I went home, horny and frustrated. Masturbating until I came twice before I could relax enough to sleep and then I dreamed about making love to the Mother Goddess.
As eager and early as I was arriving to the coffee shop the next morning, Penny was already there and waiting with that radiant smile of hers. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss just two degrees cooler and more sober than last night's goodnight. She was even prettier in the daylight in a short and breezy sundress that displayed her cleavage to advantage. I hoped I wasn't drooling overtly but she did have the most beautiful, full, round figure. I wanted to bury myself between her breasts, suckle at her nipples and feast between her thighs. We talked quietly but with gentle touches, leaning into each other's space and with occasional blushes on her part. Finally I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I had to know what she wanted.
"So tell me Penny, honestly please. I know that you're married so you're probably not lesbian. Are you bi?"
She ducked her head slightly and blushed, sipping her coffee to stall for time.
"No...not really...at least...."
I put my hand over hers, "At least not yet, but you're curious aren't you sweetheart?"
Her eyes filled with gratitude at being understood as she answered, "Oh God yes! I want to...try...but I don't know what to do, how to start."
I scooted closer to her in the booth, my hand slipping under the loose skirt of her sundress and creeping between her thighs. She sat up straighter for a moment but her nipples tightened with excitement, and I realized she'd come braless today. I smiled in reassurance and moved my hand a little further up -- far enough to feel her heat and moisture. Moving her sodden panty aside I gently stroked her velvet folds. She trembled a little but she was plucky -- she leaned back and spread her thighs more, giving a pleased half moaning sigh.
"So tell me, Penny, what are your plans for tomorrow? Doing anything?"
Her eyes flew open, glancing around quickly to see if anyone was watching. No one could overtly see me playing with her, but anyone walking by and paying close attention would have known what was going on. I smiled to myself enjoying the thought of showing her off.
"Umm, tomorrow? No plans. Nothing really important anyway -- I usually have lunch and go shopping with my sister on Thursdays but I can do that any time."
"Good! How would you like to be my plus one at a pool party tomorrow? Plan for plenty of food, wine and other happy making substances and I'll pick you up early. Don't plan to get home until very late if at all. Tell your hubby if we get too drunk we won't risk driving we'll just all grab pillows and blankets and sleep over like a grown up slumber party."
"Your plus one? Won't that seem a little odd Ali? I mean normally..."
I interrupted her laughing, "The term normal does NOT apply to this pool party, Goddess, you'll see."
I slid my finger deep into her wet depths before removing my hand and pointedly licking my fingers, winking at her as she tried to pull herself together. I ambushed her again while saying goodbye, pushing her up against the side of her car. This time I pulled her skirt to her waist but embraced her so closely that not much could be seen. Still, her head rolled back on her shoulders and she sighed happily when I began to finger fuck her, nibbling on her neck and cleavage. She was surprisingly docile. The first time I'd seen her I'd expected an Amazon, but she wanted...no she needed me to lead her and guide her. And I was more than happy to indulge her. Before saying goodbye for the afternoon I instructed her to dress sexy, if not outright slutty for the pool party, because I wanted to show her off and I wanted everyone there to want her.
She was as radiant as the sunrise the next morning in a neon orange cutaway that revealed more than it covered, and a gauzy pink...something....it looked like it may have started out life as a negligee. Her nails were the perfect coral to complement both colors. High wedge sandals had her topping six feet plus and meant that she would draw attention, willingly or not, wherever she was. I really wanted to stop for coffee and send her in but I'd already stopped and coffee and bagels were nestled in the center console. Damn my OCD, I thought.
I kissed her thoroughly, taking care not to muss her but sliding my eager hands over her taut nipples. She was hugely excited, despite her anxiety about what might or might not occur and she trembled but responded eagerly with her own explorations. She was rewarded fairly quickly since I was wearing a long boldly floral halter dress and only string bikini bottoms. Her inquisitive fingers touched my nipples and I groaned happily, nibbling on her bottom lip. I leaned closer to her, kissing along her jaw to her ear lobe. I nibbled and sucked it enough to raise some gooseflesh before I pulled away regretfully.
"If we don't leave now, we're going to be very late arriving, and as tempting as you are here, I can't wait to see you with the sun reflecting off your...bits..."
I winked and started the engine.
"Fortunately though, this is an automatic, so I have a hand free. At least until the road starts to get tricky."
I did actually concentrate on the driving but managed to tease and tickle and stroke her enough that her nipples stayed taut and her pussy grew increasingly damp. At the party I introduced her around, got us situated with lounges -- positioned in the sun now but they would be in shade later in the day as it grew hotter. I made sure she knew where cold drinks, hot and cold food and all the necessary facilities were. Once everyone had arrived and been introduced it didn't take long for someone to suggest we all go bare, 'since it's just us girls'. The idea was roundly applauded and immediately acted on. Penny seemed a little body shy, even though she was not the only BBW there -- counting myself too of course. I offered to help her apply sunscreen to her back and she accepted.
I took a generous amount of sunscreen in my hands and rubbed them together to warm the lotion before beginning with long slow strokes, over her shoulders and down her back. My hands circling back to repeat the motion again and again as I felt her begin to relax -- her muscles losing some of their tension. Applying more lotion to my hands I began slow circular stroking of her shoulders, continuing that motion down her back -- around her sides and over the side swell of her breasts -- further down, circling around her hips and the cleft of her ass. I thought I heard a quiet moan. If she was watching, other members of the group were pairing up...or whatever multiples they desired....and starting to kiss and stroke and fondle. Leaning forward I murmured into her ear.
