Candy met Martha at a friend's party. She had noticed Martha moving around the room. Everyone else seemed to notice Martha too. It was, she mused, not only because of Martha's generous proportions -- but also because of her easy laugh, booming voice and the animated way she flung her arms and head when chatting. You could see Martha was accustomed to being noticed and she did nothing to make herself any less the centre of attention by her style of dress, which was a loud floral clingy number that only just contained her boobs, which threatened to burst out every time she laughed. Martha was enjoying herself immensely with so many captive to her abundant charms.
Candy was keeping a low profile as she had to be at work the following morning. She was sitting in a very comfortable chair out of harm's way watching the guests become intoxicated and louder and raunchier as the night progressed. It was getting too noisy to hold a meaningful conversation so she picked up a magazine on women's health and leafed through it. She started to read a "how to" article on becoming multi-orgasmic, and managed to tune out enough of the surroundings to concentrated on reading it.
She was halfway through the second page when she heard a loud voice: "What are you doing! Reading at a party! I'm having a damn good time and so should you!"
Candy looked up, startled. It was Martha, who was now bending over to see what Candy was reading. Candy couldn't help but notice Martha's mammoth tits straining under the floral fabric.
"Jesus, isn't every woman just born multi-orgasmic? God help those poor souls who aren't," laughed Martha, snatching the magazine from Candy. "Hmm," she said, "Maybe some just haven't met the right man...No," she pondered, "Let me correct that: they probably just haven't met the right woman!"
Candy could feel herself blushing and was thankful it was too dark for anyone to see her face clearly. She felt small sitting in the low chair all huddled up with this big woman standing over her rocking her hips to the music with the magazine now in hand.
"Come on now girl," said Martha. "Get up and shake that arse of yours. You look like you could do with some fun! Jeez."
Martha grabbed Candy by the wrist and nearly launched her into the air. Candy had a slight build and although she was somewhat reluctant to get up and dance, her blonde good looks were starting to light up at the prospect of being in close proximity to the effervescent Martha, who had now ditched the magazine on a nearby sofa and was grinding her hips intently to the beat.
Martha introduced Ed, a man of about 35, tall with dark hair, who did not waste any time planting himself behind Martha and gyrating in rhythm with her to the music. He locked himself into her body in what looked to be a familiar way and began to run his hands over her breasts, waist, hips and arse. His eyes were closed as he relished the curves. Suddenly Martha grabbed Candy around the waist and the three of them were wedged together. Candy was somewhat stunned at this move but did not resist Martha, who was now hotly kissing the back of her neck.
After a few slow minutes passed with the three of them feeling and kissing and dancing, Candy pulled away and said, "Look. I'm sorry but I really have to go. I have an early start tomorrow and as I've just started this job, I can't be late. It's already midnight..."
"Oh sweet pea, that's too bad. We were just starting to have a bit of fun, weren't we?" She looked at Ed who nodded but did not relinquish his grip on Martha and nuzzled further into her neck.
Martha slowly removed Ed's hands and mouth and said, "I'll be back in a sec," and followed Candy to the front door. "Look. I'd really like to get to know you a little better."
Candy nodded. She was a little shocked at the public display in which she'd just participated but on the other hand was in awe of Martha. One thing was for certain: she was extremely turned on.
"Do you have a pen and paper? I'll give you my number. I'll leave it up to you to call. No obligation, right?" Martha said matter-of-factly, with all the nonchalance of someone who had a good response rate. Candy got out a scrap of paper and Martha quickly scrawled on it.
"Bye now. I really hope you call. We could have fun together."
"Yes," replied Candy. "Yes, I think we could. But I have never been with a woman before."
"Hmm, no problem," said Martha, slowing guiding Candy's hand under the material of her dress. Martha's tits felt so soft and lovely that Candy could not help but have a good feel around. Martha's nipples hardened. "I really hope you give me a call," said Martha.
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Candy knocked on the door. It was Sunday and very warm for early spring. She waited a minute and then knocked again. She waited another minute or so but still no one came to the door. She looked at her watch and saw she was a few minutes early.
Maybe she's stood me up and it was all just a joke and a tease, thought Candy. However, when she turned to walk back to her car, the front door opened.
"So there you are," said Martha loudly. "I was worried you would chicken out."
"Oh, hi Martha," said Candy, walking towards the house again. "No, if I say I am going to do something I very rarely go back on my word." Candy entered the house through the heavy wooden door.
"Would you like a drink? Wine, beer, spirits?" Martha asked.
"Yes. Scotch and coke thanks," Candy placed herself on a red lounge chair. She heard some clinking in the kitchen and Martha returned with two large icy glasses.
"There you are. It's so bloody hot. We deserve something big and wet," laughed Martha as she handed a glass to Candy.
Martha reclined on a lounge opposite Candy. She had on a short see-through sarong, which was slung low on the hips. Martha's large but surprisingly firm stomach rose over the flimsy material. Underneath there looked to be a pair of g-string briefs consumed in folds flesh. On top Martha wore a loose midriff singlet that allowed her breasts to move freely. Candy thought back to the party and the feel of those tits.
