I met Katrina in a local bar late one night about two months after my divorce. I was 28, 6'4" and in pretty good shape. We were introduced by a mutual friend that night and seemed to hit it off pretty well after a long conversation about rock bands we both enjoyed, and our recent, relationship failures. She was a really big girl, yet fascinating and unpredictable in that she seemed to say whatever came through her brain, and had a raunchy mouth with no filter! I found her very refreshing compared to the single women I had been encountering recently, who seemed to be into playing stupid mind games. She had been separated all of two weeks, but made a point several times to tell me that her marriage was completely over.
Katrina was a redneck amazon, with broad freckled shoulders and a thick southern Georgia drawl. When you think, 'built like a brick shithouse', you get Katrina. She was the kind of girl who stood up and screamed, "yeah baby, woohoo!" when the jukebox played her favorite country-western song. I know this because she did it twice that night. She told me she was 48, but looked 60 plus in the face. The poor woman had clearly had a tough several years. She was 5'11" and looked around 310lbs, with long, perfect legs and huge saggy tits that I had difficulty avoiding eye contact with, given the thin tight t-shirt she wore that night and the fact that she was clearly going braless.
She wasn't an ugly or unattractive woman, but was a little plain and unremarkable in the face. She had a bit of a horse face, with a large gaping mouth and broad lips. She did however have a smoking hot SSBBW body. For a guy like me, who was secretly turned on by large women I dismissed her facial looks quickly. She had very crooked but white buck teeth with an obvious overbite, but, but seemed oblivious to this as she talked and laughed with me and her younger BBW girlfriend, Cammie. Katrina was out to celebrate her new-found freedom. Her hair was long, straight, and bleach blond, draping half way down her back. Her darker brown true color had started growing back out, apparently several months prior. She had a long torso (like myself) and her excess weight seemed to be centered around her middle, beginning from the waist up. I had seen women with her body type and imagined she undoubtedly had a long massive vulva and perfect vagina. She did indeed have a sweet little round ass that I imagined to be easily accessible to both tongue and penis. To top all this look out, she had gone out bar crawling that night in flip flops, faded blue jean cut-offs, and a threadbare, faded 38 Special t-shirt from the 1980s. She smelled really delicious for some reason, despite not seeming to be wearing any perfume. I attributed my arousal at the time to being able to see the outline of her nipples beneath her t-shirt. She was clearly much older than me, but was apparently fascinated by everything I was saying. At times I caught her looking me over like I was a piece of candy.
Despite her looks I found this big hefty girl strangely arousing and a little needy. Her girlfriend, Cammie, seeing that we seemed to be hitting it off the later the night grew, backed off after awhile and had lit out for home about an hour of chatting. Cammie was pretty cute, and probably 100 lbs lighter than Katrina, and I briefly thought I had missed a chance of getting lucky as she walked her sexy ass out the door. Katrina grabbed my knee at one point soon after, telling me how limber she still was at her age, and had put her huge hand on top of mine several other times while been talking throughout the evening. Her fingernails were all bitten down to the quick, so I supposed she might have anxiety issues.
Close to closing time we stood and began walking out of the bar together, still talking, when she abruptly asked me if I was interested in coming back to her place for another drink. We had been drinking rum and Coke most of the night, and I quickly accepted. My cock had been semi-erect the entire evening as we talked, and I had been seconds away from asking her the same question myself. At some point I guess I had decided I wanted to sleep with her and see what was inside those blue jean shorts. I followed her to her apartment in my car with a raging erection. As it turned out, she lived in my apartment complex, two buildings over. We parked and I followed her upstairs to her door. She made nervous small talk on the way up about me trying to ignore how messy her place was. I told her I was confident I would be completely ignoring any mess she could have because she was much more interesting. We both gave each other a knowing smile and I knew for sure I would be getting laid at that point. Casually, I asked her if she lived alone. "Oh Hell yes. My daughter's grown with a six year old of her own," she replied with a laugh. Mentally, I acknowledged to myself I would be screwing my first grandma that night. As she jiggled her keys in the door lock, my rock hardened cock began to strain inside my pants for release.
Katrina turned the lock and then turned around and grinned a wicked, semi-drunk smile at me, grabbed my hand and led me inside her darkened apartment. She quickly threw her purse and keys over onto the couch, and before I could say a word, she grabbed me by my pants and pushed me hard back against the closed door. She moved in close to me and grabbed my face hard with both of her massive hands and without warning, turned her head slightly to the side and shoved her huge tongue into my mouth as she pulled my face and mouth into hers, inhaling my breath deeply.
She tasted really sexy as I inhaled our mutual breath back into my own lungs and I moaned an approving reply as I grabbed her ass and the back of her head with each hand to hang on. Her natural pheromones now made my body explode with arousal. Her lipstick smeared all over my face as she sloppily sucked my lips and tongue-fucked my face with her big, wide open mouth and powerful tongue. She released my face after awhile and whispered, "Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all night". "Yeah, so have I", I replied, "you don't have to stop".
With this affirmation her hand slipped over the top of my pants as she probed for my cock. I have a solid 8" and was already fully erect, so she found it immediately. Her massive right hand wrapped around my warm penis as she began stroking it up and down, all the while continuing to kiss me deeply. Her eyes opened wide as she felt my size briefly and she grunted her approval. My hands had now slowly run up her t-shirt and were now kneeding her droopy pendulous breasts and lightly pinching her hardened nipples. She moaned loudly, as she pulled her hand out of my pants and began unbuckling my belt and quickly unzipping my pants, all the while still in the darkness. I responded by unzipping her tight ratty jean shorts and forcing both shorts and black panties downward towards her ankles.