My name is John Hartman and I am a 45 year old man and was recently widowed after a happy twenty year marriage. My wife died after a severe automobile accident last year. It had been fourteen months since her untimely death and I was lonesome. My ex-wife was an amazing creature of oozing sex. She could fuck and suck me to orgasm many times in the course of an evening. She was also a BBW. Most people would call her fat. Amanda was tall as well, wide shoulders, large breasts, big bubble butt and shapely legs. Her hands and feet were small and delicate.
I missed her. I was lonely and yes I was horny as well. I got on my computer and decided to find a club for adult singles club in town. Tucson is about half a million souls so I figured there would be some. The club I found was "Girls Secret" it sounded appealing from the advertisement. The club was billed as a discrete meeting place contacting other single adults. The club features included mingling, dinner, cuddling and dancing. I thought this sounded just perfect for me.
I decided to shower and get cleaned up. I shaved my body smooth from my neck to my toes. I have done that for years. Amanda loved me hairless for oral sex. I always make sure my 8 inch penis and thick ball sack are shaved. Since Amanda has passed away I have neglected my body shaving. Sometimes I have been shaving only once a week or so. I wanted to be smooth for my trip to the club. I even shaved my bushy rectum. Amanda always wanted my anus clean shaven for my G-string cock pouches I wore for her enjoyment. I got out of the shower and looked at my nude body as I dried off. Not bad for an old guy. My cock was stirring and I had a semi erection. I had grown to about 6 inches and my cock was filling with blood. I was between flaccid and erect. I was anticipating meeting a woman tonight. I went back to drying off my body. My heavy muscled legs would like nice in shorts. I am a six feet tall and am 220 pounds. I work out on a regular basis and take care of myself. I went into my bedroom and began dressing.
I found a red thong G-string to hold my cock and balls. Tan khaki shorts would go nicely with my brown polo shirt. On my feet I wore gladiator sandals that laced around my ankles. I dried my hair and put on some after-shave. A light coating of body oil made my tan smooth arms and legs look even more smooth. I combed my short hair and put a light gel in it.
As I stepped outside I noticed it was warm about 80 degrees. Not bad for May at 8 pm. In a few weeks it would still be high 90's at 8 pm. I decided to walk the three blocks to "Girls Secret" I had been right by this place and never realized it was a private club. I noticed a very tall older blonde in a red dress walking toward the entrance. She was very shapely and looked over her shoulder sizing me up. Later in the evening I would see this mature creature again. As I was moved toward the front of the club I noticed a huge doorman who looked like he was an NFL lineman. He stopped me and told me all the details of becoming a member. Men 100 dollars, women free and transsexuals 50 dollars.
I met the pretty blonde manager inside. She had me read the contract before signing. It was three pages long and contained a lot of disclaimers. The club was not responsible for actions between members outside of the building. The normal restrictions on guns, weapons, drugs, violence, nudity and rape were all outlined. Members could be barred from the facility if any of those provisions were violated. After a few questions about the number of men and women who were currently members I was satisfied and paid the membership fee with my credit card. The manager the pretty blonde named Ms. Evans informed me there were currently about 1,000 women who were members as opposed to 600 hundred men. She said there were a handful of transsexual members about 20 if I was interested in that. I thanked her and entered the front reception area for my tour.
The front of the entrance was decorated with Greco-Roman columns and arches. There were numerous nude statues of men and women. Several of the male statues had large penises and low hanging scrotums. One statue was an exotic female with a small penis. I was informed that those statues were all reproductions of actual artwork from ancient Greece and Rome. The statues had cloth decoration around the torsos, but the genitals were totally in view. Some of the figures had garlands on their heads. Most were wearing sandals while some were barefooted. The statues looked very lifelike in appearance.
The young woman that Ms. Evans had assigned to guide me walked me throughout the various parts of the club. We toured the bar, dance floor, dining room, and the game room. She showed me the location of the kitchen, restrooms, ATM machine and the manager's office. After the tour we parted after I thanked her.
I spent about two hours in the bar trying to find a woman that might be in my range. There were only a handful of women that I was interested in. Most of the females were too young for me. I was looking for a lady of about 40 give or take five years. Also since I prefer BBWs I figured that would be easier than finding a thin girl and have her eat her way into a size 20-22 dress. I met several women but they were all too young or too skinny. It was then that I saw the older blonde in the red dress.
"Hello again. Remember me I saw you coming in a couple of hours ago. " She said.
"Yes I certainly do. I am glad to meet you. I am John Hartman."
"Well John Hartman beautiful man I am Rhonda Lee."
Rhonda was about six feet tall and very muscular with a healthy portion of fluff. I would guess about the same weight as myself. She was 48 years old divorced and available. Rhonda was in the real estate business and had flexible hours. She lived in Glendale but had a home in Tucson near here. Rhonda had very high cheek bones that made her look like a cat. She filled out her dress very nicely. I would guess 44-38-44 and had wide shoulders. Rhonda was a large woman and big everywhere. I think her breasts were at least a D cup. Rhonda's face was lightly wrinkled, but she looked a few years younger.
"I love your legs John. I see you shave them. I love smooth men." She grinned.
"Rhonda I like you as well. I love that dress. You look nice." I replied.
"John you are wearing Roman gladiator sandals that is hot. I love them."
"Yes I wear sandals in the summer I like the feel and look." I said.
Rhonda lifted up her leg from the chair and pointed her sandal clad toes in my direction.
"Do you like my sandals John?" She asked.
I noticed that her foot was as large as mine and pretty. Her red toes were in thin strapped high heel thongs. She spread her toes in her thong sandals as she asked.
"Yes my Ex-wife was a sandal girl. I like the look on you. It goes well with your dress." I said.
"I am 5-11 and these are only 3 inch heels so I look 6-2. I wear a ladies size 11 and some styles only go to a 10." She responded. Wow I thought Amanda had a size 6.5 shoe. This Amazon had big pretty feet to match the rest of her.
"Rhonda would you like to dance?" I asked.
"Yes John I would love that."
We danced for over an hour. We tangoed and did some fast dances. The slow dances she did will me were amazing. During our last slow dances I got an erection. I know she felt it. We French kissed on the dance floor for a long time.
"John you are a nice guy. I like you a lot. There is something I want to ask you. Do you think I am pretty?"
"Yes I do Rhonda. Why would you ask?"
