She was a big girl. Not fat per se but tall, thick and curvy with wide hips and big natural breasts. Her waist wasn't thin but it had a nice taper with a surprisingly flat stomach giving her a magnificent hour glass figure. Her legs, sprouting from a devilishly short dress, were strong and shapely with narrow, almost delicate ankles. She had long, shiny dark hair framing an angelic and utterly beautiful face with striking pale blue eyes that contrasted with her dark hair and tan skin to near perfection.
I had spent the better part of two hours casting discrete, furtive glances at her, soaking in every delicious curve of her body. Her dress, dark blue in color and well above mid thigh in length with a plunging neck line, was tight and clung to her curves like velcro. She had caught me looking several times and while I would have loved to approach her she wasn't alone and neither was I. My date, a petite pixie faced woman a dozen years my junior, and I had been set up by a friend. I hadn't been on a blind date in over twenty years but I was newly divorced and it seemed that everyone around me knew the "perfect girl for [me]". My date was nice, sweet and undeniably pretty but we had no chemistry, no spark. She was painfully reserved and her body, though built for sex, appeared to have do not enter written all over it.
I glanced again at the big sexy woman and our eyes met. She held my gaze, her pretty blue eyes dancing with mine as a big smile spread across her gorgeous lips. I had never been that strongly attracted to a full figured women before but there was something about her that had me spellbound. She flashed her left hand at me and showed me her ring. Even from twenty feet away it was an impressive diamond and as my heart sank her smile grew wider and more playful. She was toying with me and we both knew it but I couldn't stop the game.
I continued to make small talk with my date but it was clear that her interest in me was no greater than mine was in her. We were both biding our time until the merciful end of the night where I would drop her off at her apartment and we would say our goodbyes never to see each other again. We would both tell our mutual friend that we had fun but we had nothing in common. It wasn't true. In fact in some ways we had too much in common but there was no chemistry and I was glad the feeling was mutual.
I excused myself to go to the men's room and my date sighed with relief. I walked past the other woman, our eyes sparing and her smile dancing. She was enjoying the game as much as I was. She reached out and brushed her hand against her husband's hand and a pang of jealousy filled the pit of my stomach. I had no reason to be jealous aside from my burning desire to see more of her but that's what I felt as I headed into the men's room.
She stood waiting outside of the men's room when I exited. She had a bright sparkle in her eyes and a devilish smile on her beautiful face.
"I like what I see," she said in a low breathy tone, "do you?" Her hands, nails painted red, slid over her curves and rested on her full hips. She was sassy and confident and I was beyond intrigued.
"Who wouldn't," I replied, feigning confidence, "you're stunning."
She smiled brightly. She liked my answer and she leaned closer. I could smell her perfume, light and airy with a hint of citrus and my heart raced as her long hair brushed across my cheek.
"Do you want to fuck me while my husband watches?" She asked brazenly. Her pretty eyes held mine and my words caught in my throat for a moment. Our lips were just inches apart and I ached to kiss them.
"Yes," I croaked. My throat was dry, as was my mouth, yet I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. The room wasn't warm but I burning up. She exuded confidence and I liked that. She was as sexy and alluring a woman as I had ever seen. She brushed her lips across mine, hinting at what was to come and my heart pounded fiercely in my chest. She stepped back and purred softly. Her hips turned and she gripped my hand. Her skin was impossibility smooth and warm. She moved with a predatory grace as though she was a lioness stalking her prey. Her hungry eyes held mine as she looked at me from over her shoulder.
"Good," she purred as she led us past her husband while he sat, aware of what was happening, and watched us with keen interest. He was a good looking man with strong European features and dark hair that had just begun to grey at the temples. He looked shorter than me with a slim runners build. His clothes were expensive designer brands and he wore a Tag Hauer watch that looked more expensive than a used Japanese sedan.
I followed her like a puppy dog and looked down, watching her big round ass sway enticingly under the thin fabric of her dress as we made our way to my table.
"Please join us," she said to my date as she reached out and helped the young woman to her feet. I felt like I was in a daze, a fog, where I was a mere spectator as the events around me unfolded. Her husband smiled at us as we made our way back to the bar. He stood between me and my date. I could hear him talking to her but I had no idea what he was saying. His wife pulled me close, her big, soft body absorbing mine as her arms, soft and supple yet shockingly strong, circled my waist. Her eyes, those beautiful blue pools of mystery and intrigue, held mine captive and suddenly we were kissing, lightly at first but with a growing passion that consumed me. Our tongues entwined and my body responded to the myriad of stimuli.
Her husband and my date were gone when the kiss ended. I was breathless and my erect cock strained against my pants as I looked to see where they had gone.
"Mmm," she purred as she brazenly rubbed my dick through my pants. "Is that for me?"
"Yes," I sighed. I was still in a daze, overwhelmed by desire and drunk with lust. "Where did they go?" I continued to look around but saw no trace of my date or her husband.
"Don't worry, my husband well get her home safely. Maybe he'll have better luck with her than you did. She was a pretty thing. Not my type or I would have brought you both home with me." Her soft, supple lips grazed my earlobe before descending to the nape of my neck and planting butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
I moaned softly and cradled her head in my arms. Her insistent fingers continued to tease my rock hard cock and I felt a cool wet spot on my underwear as I leaked precum into them.
"Let's get out of here, " she purred in a deep, sultry voice that betrayed the level of her excitement. She turned and led me to the door. I was used to being in control. It was my thing but I was along for the ride with her and it was a very nice change.
We stepped into the muggy, mid Atlantic summer air and she flashed a mischievous smile.
"Where are you parked?" She asked and I motioned to a dimly lit parking lot across the street.
"The blue BMW right in front," I said as I pointed to my car.
We jay walked across the street and hopped inside. I felt a momentary pang of uncertainty as I recalled arriving with my date. Our conversation had been strained even then but at that point I still had hope that I would turn the night around. I hoped she was okay but as my sexy new companion rubbed my still rigid cock through my pants my concerns melted away.
I drove quickly while she navigated and in less than 15 minutes we pulled up to a beautiful Georgetown home surrounded by a tall ivy covered wall.
