I get to the place and as I enter you greet me with a glass of wine. Then you start to undress me kissing me on the neck , ears and cheeks. Finally I’m naked just as you are. I love to watch your nude body move as you walk. As you already know I love a plumper. I want my women to have substance. Something to grab onto and ample flesh to caress.
Your grin tells me your up to something. Slowly stroking my penis you tell me that some old friends of yours will be dropping by for the evening. “I think you’re really going to like them James. They’re really your type of women. ”
I swallow the remaining wine. “That’s great. Do they know this is a clothing free zone here?”
“Of course , silly. They both think it’s a terrific idea and want to participate. ”
I hadn’t met many of Mona’s friends yet so this would be a real first.
We sat around and relaxed for the next twenty minutes or so drinking some wine while we waited for our guest. The door bell rang and I ran over to answer it.
I opened the door and was greeted by the sight of two wonderful full fleshed matrons. I smiled and stood there.
“You must be James. Can we come in?” asked the dark-haired woman.
Recovering from my awkwardness I stammered, “Please, by all means, come in”
“Here let me help you with your coat. ” I offered.
“Thanks!”, replied the brunette.
As I slipped off the coat I was pleased to see that she was stark naked under it. She had shoulder length dark brown hair streaked with gray that framed a pleasant but not a beautiful face. When she turned around to face me I saw that she was the classic pear-shaped female: small breast, perhaps a B-cup, with a thick waist that swelled to at least a 46 to 48 inch hipline. In addition she had fully developed thighs that flowed into these incredibly shaped heavy calves. Her pussy was covered by a thick forest of dark hair that wisped towards her navel and swept towards her inner thighs. I figured that she was around 55 years old. Prime Stuff, Man! She was a chubby-chasers dream.
“Mona has told me so much about you. ” She then kissed me fully on the mouth letting her tongue lightly flick against my lips. Her hand fondled the length of my stiffening dick ... “Hmmm, nice tool. By the way my name’s Pam. ”
“Nice to make your acquaintance. ”
“Hey! Don’t forget me. ” Exclaimed the ash blonde BBW standing next to Pam.
She dropped her coat to the floor and approached me. This Scandinavian looking women in her early fifties smiled and introduced her self as Nell. This woman was equally appealing just in a different way. Full floppy breast somewhere in the neighborhood of 42-Ds with large pink areolas. They hung heavy over her round belly that was sensually situated above a nest of blonde pubes. She had a big ass and wore black nylons and pumps that set off her shapely legs. Grabbing me around the waist she hugged me grinding her breast into my chest while kissing me deeply.
God how I adore older women. They know what they want and have no false modesty about obtaining it.
Mona said, “Well now that we all know each other let’s go into the other room. ”And with that we sauntered towards the room down the hall.
The room was subtlety lit with some candles. Mona escorted us to our comfort zone: four overstuffed chairs that had been set up to form a cross. I sat directly across from Pam. Mona on my left sat opposite Nell. I pour wine for our guest. A fire crackled in the fireplace adding to the intimacy of the atmosphere. Light strains of an Indian sitar raga filled the background. While the gentle fragrance of incense wafted to and fro.
Everyone spread their legs far apart so their genitalia were fully exposed to each other.
Pam’s labia had dark edges that pushed their way through the thick carpet of brown curls. She had hair that ran around the crack of her ass, went down her legs just below her groin area with a little spiral that grew towards her navel. She explained that she had always been hairy and had even been ashamed of it at one time. A former lover convinced her that he truly loved it, so she stopped trimming it and even let her armpit hair grow. If you like hirsute women you would have adored Pam. With a pussy like that set between those tremendous thighs, I was in hog’s heaven.