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."