This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...
It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.
We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.
As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.
One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.
I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.
As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.
We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.
As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.
"Heading into town now are we?" she asked.
"Yeah, looks like it," I said.
"Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit," she replied.
I laughed. "You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!"
"Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley," she said.
"That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type," I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. "I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of."
"Ladies not girls eh?" she said.
"Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley."
"Is that right?" she laughed. "It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?" And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.
"Who was that you were talking to?" my mate asked when I got back to the group.
"No-one," I lied. "Just one of my mum's mates from work."
We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.
For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.
As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.
As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.
I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.