My accountant is what people would call a plus sized woman.
Randi is in her late forties, about five feet four inches tall and weighs, I'm guessing here, about two hundred twenty five pounds. Mildly putting it, she is a big woman. She wears glasses, has shoulder length blond going gray hair and a personality I get along with.
And whenever I'm around her I have a raging hard on.
It started ten years ago. I was looking for a tax person because my previous accountant informed me he was retiring. A friend referred Randi and we immediately clicked. After my initial meeting with her I transferred all my professional and private business to her. Following our third or fourth meeting she surprised me and gave me a hug that felt marvelous as we were parting. I was drawn into her pillowy breasts as my arms went partway around her waist. She smelled like flowers and I was hooked.
I had never embraced a large woman and I was immensely enthralled. My dick immediately responded and I think it pressed into her, but she didn't pull away or react negatively. I loved the way she felt. The hug lingered longer than either one of us expected, but felt like neither of us wanted it to end. After that encounter and each time we met afterward I looked forward to a lingering greeting and good bye embrace with an excitement I couldn't explain if I had to. And I could tell she did too.
I had always dated and slept with 'normal' women that were typically trim or athletic. Randi was none of those things. But after seeing her it would take me a few days to stop thinking about her.
One minor issue that held me back from going balls to the wall after her was that she was married and her husband, Rick, worked with her. I got to know him well and have to admit he was a good guy, but over the years I could tell she wasn't getting the physical touch or attention she needed from him. I was only guessing, but I think they acted more like roommates or business partners than lovers or a married couple. So I finally, after years of longing, I acted on my need to get physical with Randi.
My decision was to set up a late appointment when I knew her husband had his poker night. I called after their business hours, thinking I would leave an innocent message. But to my surprise she answered the phone.
"Hi Randi, this is a crazy request, but could you meet this Thursday at 7:00 p.m.? I could come to your office or we could meet somewhere and maybe have a drink afterwards."
I held my breath thinking my move could be a bust.
After what seemed like a long time she said, "That sounds good. Why don't you meet me up at my house. I can handle your issue in my home office. That way you won't have so far to drive. We can decide on a drink or dinner when we're done." This was working out even better than I hoped. She shared her address and we confirmed our 'appointment.'
The days leading up to our meeting passed slowly, and the tension building up in me was almost unbearable. I wanted to touch and kiss and smell and taste and fuck Randi. But when I came on to her her, if she refused my advances, I didn't want to jeopardize my business relationship. I decided to be subtle, press forward slowly and live with whatever happened.
Finally our day came. I took the day off, went to the gym, took time in the steam room and got a haircut. I shaved and manscaped myself. I decided to wear a sports coat, white dress shirt and jeans. I worn a new set of black Hokas and was set.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
At precisely 7:00 p.m. I rang her doorbell and she greeted me dressed in an emerald green sundress. She looked like she had prepared for our meeting the way I had because she looked better than ever. Light makeup, manicured hands and pedicured feet and she wore a pair of rainbow colored sandals that offset her sundress perfectly.
I stepped inside her house before our traditional hug and kiss because I didn't want nosey neighbors to potentially spy on us.
As she closed her door and turned to me I put my arms around her waist and gently pulled her to me. At the same time her arms went around my neck and we kissed. Not the usual peck we had shared. This was a full on kiss that had our lips parted and tongues playing with the other.
We broke our embrace, both of us surprised by its intensity.
Randi invited me to see her house and it was beautifully furnished in a style I could see was hers.
"Can I get you a drink or something before business?"
"No," I replied.
"What's up?" Randi asked. "What was your urgent problem?"
After explaining the lame excuse of a problem I used as a pretext for seeing her, she laughed.
"We could have handled this over the phone. I'll take care of it first thing tomorrow."
I thanked her and innocently asked where her husband was.
"Oh he's out of town. He flew to Vegas for the weekend to go gamble with his poker buddies."
