The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman
Chapter Three - First Encounter
Lying in bed that night, I reflected upon the events of that morning. Everything had gone so amazingly well, much better than I had ever imagined. I was exceptionally pleased by Louise's reaction to my fantasy dream. While she may have very well just been playing along for the sake of my feelings, I was reasonably certain from the way she talked that that was not the case at all. It appeared outwardly, and felt inwardly genuine to me, that the subject of my dream was not in any way disgusting, deplorable or abhorrent to her. Surprisingly enough, it had actually seemed as if she was actually even a little flattered that I had such a dream about her.
I wondered what might be the best course of action to pursue after the events of the morning. Obviously, I needed to find innocuous ways of broaching the subject again, without making it appear as if it were my intention to do so, as it had so beautifully happened that morning when Louise herself brought up the subject of dreams. Once again, I didn't have long to wait for such an opportunity.
The next morning, Louise was fussing around the kitchen in her robe and slippers. As I sat down at the kitchen table, she bent over to pour coffee into my cup. As she bent over, she rocked her shoulders back and forth so as to shake her bosom in front of my face. I looked up at her in surprise to see her giggling with mirth.
"Oh, great." I said, rolling my eyes, "I suppose now you'll be forever teasing me like crazy about that damn dream, won't you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Oh, probably." She laughed, flopping into her chair. "You know me."
I laughed softly and shook my head. "See," I said, "This is what I get for telling you about it. I should've just kept my big mouth shut."
"Now, now." She chided, reaching out to pat my arm affectionately, "A little teasing every once in a while won't kill you. And, for what it's worth...I'm glad you told me about your dream."
At that moment, I had a strong sense that, if I were to merely ask her, she might very likely comply. I was contemplating just how I would phrase my words to ask if she might ever entertain the idea of allowing me to fulfill the fantasy of my dream, when her two kids boiled into the kitchen. Louise's attention was immediately upon them as she leapt up to attend to their breakfast and box up their school lunches.
Just as they were about to leave for school, my bass player, Todd, arrived and made himself at home with some coffee. It appeared I wouldn't get an opportunity to speak privately with Louise for quite a while, as Todd needed me to help him move some equipment up a flight of stairs to his apartment.
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I arrived home around mid-afternoon to find Louise and her two kids out in the backyard. The kids were splashing around in the pool and Louise, clad once again in her black bathing suit, was sitting beside the pool in a deck chair reading a magazine.
As I approached, she smiled and put her magazine aside. "Hey," She smiled, "I was just thinking about you...I put a fresh pot of coffee on a little while ago."
"Cool." I said, "Sounds good."
I followed her up the back stairway to the kitchen, admiring the wide sway of her hips, and sat at the table while she fetched the cups and coffeepot. She placed a cup in front of me and filled it up, then sat down and filled her own.
"I hope it doesn't make you too uncomfortable that I'm wearing this bathing suit." She said, sipping her coffee.
"No," I said, "Why should it?"
She shrugged. "Just remembering your dream...and wanted to make sure."
I smiled. "Actually...I still think you look nice in it. It shows off your figure nice."
"My figure?" She gaped in astonishment, "What figure? I used to have a figure once upon a time." She laughed, "Two kids, and forty or fifty pounds ago."
"Well...." I said with a smile, "You might be bigger than you used to be...but you still have a great figure."
She shook her head and dismissed me with a wave of her hand, but I could see the corners of her mouth tilt upward and knew my words pleased her.
"So tell me," She said moments later, "Speaking of your dream..."
I smiled inwardly, trying to keep my face impassive, because it was not I who had brought up the subject of my dream at all.
"I was just curious to know if you've ever really done that sort of thing with a woman before?" She asked, sipping her coffee and looking at me over the rim of her cup.
I shook my head and laughed softly. "I'm afraid that none of the girls I've ever been that close to have been...well, anywhere near endowed enough for anything like that to ever happen."
She laughed softly and nodded. "Hmm," she said, "I see what you mean. Maybe it's just one of those repressed fantasy things...something you always wanted to do but haven't ever been able to...Maybe that's why you dreamed about doing it"
I shrugged. "I suppose there could be some truth in that," I said, "I mean...I guess I have always had kind of a thing for women with big boobs...just never met any so far that were available."
She smiled enigmatically.
"What about you?" I asked. "Have you ever done it?"
She looked at me hesitantly then shook her head. "No...Ross is not exceptionally fond of my boobs in the first place...let alone something like that."
"Not even anybody before Ross?" I asked.
She laughed and shook her head. "Believe it or not," She said, "There's never been anybody before Ross. I was a virgin when I married him."
"Wow." I said, my eyes widening in surprise. "I never knew that."
She nodded. "It's a true fact." She said, laughing softly, "And...when it comes to sex, or even sexual things in general," She said, "Ross is a very conservative kind of guy."
I laughed with her. "I can imagine." I said, knowing very well Ross's conservative values in most things.
