I have written most of my stories with a heavy fetish angle. In this story I concentrate more on the Mature BBW genre. I hope this story appeals to more readers than my past stories. I write for the audience. Please leave me a score and comments after you read this short story.
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My name is Darrell and I am a 22 year old sexually inexperienced man. I am 5' 10" tall and weigh 200 pounds. I have brown hair, blue eyes and am heavily muscled. I work as a computer tech for a large company in San Diego.
My girlfriend Cindy and I broke up recently over our troubled relationship. We had major issues that made us unhappy. She was an average cook and didn't do her part around the house. Her grooming was haphazard, her hygiene was lacking and she didn't want to have sex very frequently.
I am not sure why I had a relationship with Cindy in the first place. We had similar interests like music and literature. We were friends and became lovers after several dates where heavy drinking influenced our attraction. During my young life I have been attracted to large thick women in sexy clothing. Cindy was very thin and wore a size 2 dress. I also like women to be clean and attractive in every way. Plucked eyebrows, manicured and pedicured nails, smooth hairless arms and legs, soft hands and feet are things that I desire in my fantasy woman.
In one of my recent trips to the mall I notice a large BBW with long blond hair walking out of the main entrance. I am mesmerized by her voluptuous body. A tight yellow very short dress barely covers her thick body. Her massive hips move seductively as she walks. Her huge breasts are on display by the low cut front of her dress. She is a very large woman, but pretty. Her face is smooth and her neck thin. I think she is about six feet tall. I estimate she weighs about 220 pounds. She is not fat. She is large with some fat. Her breast size is hard to determine due to her thick round tummy. She moves like a smaller woman on her mid length high heel sandals. She carries huge bags in each of her arms. I see her struggling with her load.
"Do you need some help maim?" I ask.
She turns and smiles at me. "Yes I do. The mall refuses to buy shopping carts and shopping addicts like me often overdue it."
I move toward her and hold out my hand. She gives me three or four heavy plastic shopping bags with one of her large sexy manicured hands. Her nails are long and blood red.
"Thank you for helping me. You are so kind. I think I was about to drop something when you stopped me." She replies.
We walk to her white Mercedes sedan and load her bags into her car. She turns and hugs me and thanks me again.
I went into the mall and shopped for some summer clothing that I needed. I was off from work today so I went home and thought about my pretty BBW blonde. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I fantasized about sucking her tits and fucking her succulent body. My excitement gave me an erection and I jacked off thinking about her naked voluptuous body. I soon shot thick bolts of cum into the air as I hollered in orgasm.
Later that week I drove my car several blocks down my street. I noticed a white Mercedes in the driveway of a luxurious brick home. I wonder if that was her car? There are lots of darker Mercedes in San Diego. White ones are not as common. The window drapes were closed and she was not outside.
About a week later I drove by the house and she was there in the front of her house. I turned around and drove by again. Her eyes made contact with me and she walked toward the street and she waved. I pulled over and rolled my widow down.
"It is nice to see you again. Thank you so much for helping me the other day. Are you busy?"
"No I am not doing anything right now." I respond.
"Are you any good at putting furniture together?" She asks.
"Yes I am. I would be glad to help a beautiful woman in distress." I say with a smile as I look at her perfect body. Her body is barely covered by a thin blue blouse and khaki shorts. Her nipples are erect through her minimal bra. She has a prominent camel toe in her tight shorts. On her feet she wears black thong sandals that reveal her thick red toes.
"I am Veronica. It is so nice of you to help me. My brother bought a nice china cabinet for me. The damn thing is in a box and it is not assembled. I am not very good at putting things together."
She offers her firm hand and I noticed how strong she is as we shake. "My name is Darrell and I am practically your neighbor. I live only two blocks from her on this street."
