One of my adventures, I met Amber in a bar where she was waitressing and I was having lunch. We flirted off and on for a while. My wife, now ex, decided the grass was indeed greener on the other side of the fence and told me she wanted a divorce. She had career plans and love plans that didn't involve me. So be it. At this point in life, why not live it?
Amber is a chubby short twenty-something bar waitress/student/whatever in Durham. She sometimes goes to college, studying whatever. She mostly waitresses and lives with different people. Sometimes, intimately, usually not. "My bills, my vagina," is frequently heard coming from her lips. The problem for Amber is she's short and overweight. Big tits though. Very big tits and very soft. Big brown areolas cap her tits. Playing with them arouses her almost instantly. She and her latest boyfriend, if you could call him that, parted ways a couple of months ago. So, it had been fingers and toys for sexual pleasure. She had flirted with a few guys, including Walt, who ate at the bar about once a week. She didn't really know him, except as a generous tipper who ate lunch there about once a week. Amber, on a slow Monday was chatting with Walt as they waited for his food to come up. She found out he was divorced, in his 40s and worked at an software startup on Main Street. He had nice eyes, she thought and a pretty good physique for a 40 something guy. Hell, a really good physique. Which probably put him out of reach, she thought. She came out and asked for his number anyway. "What's yours, and I'll text you, that way you'll have mine." he said as he pulled out his iphone. She gave him her number and he texted her.
A few minutes later, she brought his food out and leaned deeply over his table, giving him a nice look at her ample tits. Unfortunately, he thought, encased in a black satin bra. Still, very nice rack, very nice. He texted her a compliment on her tits. He was fond of big tits. He didn't expect a reply, she was working. A few minutes later, she came over to see if his order was alright. Again, she leaned over, but this time she brushed her ample tit on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "anything else?"
"I can think of a couple of things, I'd like." He replied.
"I'd like to make you feel good." she purred in his ear. "Text me and I'll make you feel so good."
He smiled and texted her again. He heard the phone ping in her pocket, and smiled. She smiled back and left to take care of business. He looked at her ample ass, barely contained by a mini skirt. Big thighs, but "damn" he thought, very nice ass and no panty lines. Gotta like that in a girl. He thought she'd look even better without a bra, so he texted her "I bet you' look awesome without a bra."
