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Sara walked into the bar, she hadn't been in one in years. After her eyes adjusted to the smoky dimness, she found her way to the bar. There was one stool open between two men. She politely asked if the seat was taken and settled onto it after the guys looked at her dumbly.
Now she remembered why she quit going to bars and sitting at the bar itself, the stools just didn't fit her ample ass comfortably. She shifted around until she was relatively comfortable and equally spread over the small seat and ordered an Apricot Sour. She looked around, surveying the room full of men, women and couples. Here she was a middle-aged woman looking over a room of junior Barbie and Ken dolls, she knew she was crazy.
Sara was 45 with red hair and captivating hazel eyes. She stood 5'5 barefoot and was a perfect size 24, no not the original line by a long shot. Her hair fell gently over her broad shoulders, her open blouse exposing the black tank top her ample breasts threatened to spill out of and her black jeans hugged her full hips, broad ass and thick thighs like a second skin. The 4 inch stiletto heels gave definition to her thick calves when she walked, barely looking like they could support the weight they did. She had a bubbling personality and no it wasn't a line to cover an ugly woman fro she was beautiful and had an alluringly sexy air about her. She was confident and content with her being and sexuality although tonight might be the downfall of that.
She was in the bar because she had argued to meet her online friend here. Sara knew he was younger than her which wasn't her style but he was a sweet man and very persuasive. She wasn't sure how much younger or even what he looked like as he said he had no picture of himself. She was unsure who she was looking for as she scanned the crowd except for the signal they had agreed on. She continued to look for the man in the blue shirt with the rose pi on the collar. She was nervous and wondered how she could have let him talk her into meting him finally, they had been talking for 6 months, 45 year old women didn't meet younger men in bars. Hell she hadn't met a man in a bar when she was young enough to.
She turned back around and lit a cigarette and sipped her drink. Turning back to the crowd she again looked around for TJ. She watched the couples talk and dance and tried to remember a time when she had been so young and carefree but she couldn't remember a time that fit. She sipped her drink and looked blankly over the crowd reflecting her life. She had always been a 'big' girl, a 'growing girl'. Her life was spent with adults because none of the kids wanted her age wanted to play or hang out with the 'fat girl'. She never felt sorry for herself for being different because she knew she was special and she had her adult friends. She accepted herself even if no one else wanted to.
She signaled the bartender for another drink and paid him. She pulled another cigarette from her case and went to light it but the lighter was taken from her hand. She started to say something but looked into the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. She couldn't see anything but those deep drawing eyes, her mouth opened but no words of protest came out, just a silly schoolgirl sigh. She felt the warmth of his hand as it brushed hers taking the lighter, her heart melted. Soddenly she felt a shyness she hadn't felt in years, if ever.
"Here Sara, allow me," the captivating man said in his husky voice that melted her further. "I'm TJ, remember me?"
"AHHH" was all that she could get out.
He lit her cigarette and watched her. She took a deep drag and inhaled the acrid smoke, trying to regain her composure. Slowly she let it escape her lungs, nostrils and lips. He took the cigarette from her hand, laid it in the ashtray, leaned towards her and gently kissed her. It was a short soft kiss, a friendly greeting really, but her lips burned from it. Sara felt a shiver run through her, a warmth spread over her in places she'd long since forgotten. She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality and picked her cigarette back up as he sat back down beside her. He had been right there beside her the whole time.
"Well, hello TJ," she said with as much calm as she could muster. "I guess I was looking in the wrong places for you."
"I'm sorry Sara I was just so captivated watching you and then you looked so reflective I hated to interrupt your thoughts," he apologized.
They began chatting as the room around them seemed to vanish. Time stood still and soon the bartender was giving last call, the music and noise was dying out. He suggested they go get coffee or maybe go to his place for a nightcap. He explained he didn't want to push her but he wanted her all to himself with no interruption so they could continue to talk and either way he would be a 'perfect gentleman'. She had had several drinks and was feeling a little giddy and knew she should go home but she was enjoying being with this man, she felt the heat between them. She wanted to be alone with this handsome young hunk but wasn't sure she trusted herself let alone him.
They took a taxi to his apartment. The ride was short and she glanced at this 6'4, dark haired hunk. She thought about what she knew about him; he was a businessman with his own photography studio, 24, took great care of his personal and physical appearance and was so sweet. He was articulate, intelligent, funny, very open and honest, both of which were very important to her.
The taxi pulled in front of a condo and he came around to open her door for her. They walked arm-in-arm to the door which he opened. He clicked a button on his keyring as the door opened and a small lamp lit the hall as they entered. He showed her into the living room, leading her to the large black sofa. He turned on several lamps and she looked around the room. She was impressed, he had god taste. The room was a deep Chinese red and the furniture was covered in a black fabric. The lamps looked like candles and the tables were black lacquered. The room had an Amerasian feel and look. The room was bold and yet had a calming effect. Fungi si, she thought.
TJ walked to a lacquered cabinet, opened it to a bar and fixed them a drink. He came back across the room and handed her her drink, sat down beside her, loosened her tie and kicked off his shoes. "make yourself at home and get comfortable" he said as he gently lifted first one foot and then the other removing her heels.
"TJ, I shouldn't. I shouldn't be here either. I'm sorry, I've enjoyed the evening and you've made me feel like I've never felt before but I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm sorry I know we've done well, and we have so much in common but I'm having trouble getting past our age difference." Sara said sadly.
"Sara, we've been friends online for several months now haven't we?" he asked. when she only nodded he continued. "I have no problem with our age difference, I've even gotten past the fact that I had deluded myself about your size. Don't look at me like that. I know you said you were a BBW and I knew I liked you and even though size has always been an issue for me I got past it. I got past it because I like you and I feel we have something worth exploring. Can't we just relax together and take things slow and see how it goes? Please?" he asked with those puppy dog eyes that melt every woman.