Love of a BBW

Tiffany is a great girl, educated, beautiful, married

to a decent guy, has a beautiful family and a decent job.

On the outside her life is that of a normal middle class woman,

on the inside she was miserable. Depressed, not in love

with her husband, hated her job, struggling financially

and feeling not so beautiful as everyone tells her she is

because she is a large woman, a BBW. She belongs to a couple

of adult chat sites and has friends that she talks to when

she is on in chat rooms. She loves them all and most times

feels better about herself when she gets off the computer,

sometimes she feels more miserable in her life. Tiffany

has a friend that lives in town who has been good to her, he’s

been a great friend to her since they met, he’s very sweet

and they’ve shared several lunches and he’s gotten to feel

what it’s like to have her lips wrapped around his hard member,

told her that her eyes were ‘breathtaking’, but he’s in

a relationship and his girlfriend won’t allow him to talk

to Tiffany so the talk when ever they have a stolen moment

alone. She also has another friend who she met several years

ago and boy the sparks ignited a flame in her for him. They

hadn’t talked after that weekend, even though nothing

happened between them, for a few years, but they have been

writing back and forth for a couple of years now and have

had some pretty hot and heavy conversations. Her sexual

release has been writing erotic stories for him, the occasional

cyber chat and masturbation with her toys when she’s alone.

She hasn’t had sex wither husband in over a year. She had

become so self conscious of her body and so depressed she

couldn’t stand for anyone to see her naked. She used to dress

sexy, sleep naked and shower with her husband. Now all she

wears is baggy shorts or men’s sweat pants, big baggy t-shirts

or tank tops, she never sleeps in less than shorts and a tank

top. Seldom does she do anything with her hair other than

pull it up in a pony tail nor does she wear make-up. She hasn’t

felt sexy in months and feels so lonely.

Tiffany had to take a business trip, one that would have

her crossing paths with the man she had been writing her

stories for. She was so nervous about seeing him, it had

been six years since they’d seen each other-although she’d

sent him some naughty pictures she had taken of herself,

but not too naughty. She pulled into the restaurant parking

lot looking for his truck-spotting it she parked next to

it, taking a deep breath as she turned off her engine. There

was a knock on her window. She turned and smiled at him, still

nervous she could not meet his eyes. She unlocked her door

put her keys in her small purse as he opened her door. She

reached for his hand to help her out of her car, her nerves

making her hands shake. She was dressed in a skirt and jacket

with a white blousy tank top under it and 3 inch heels, as

she had just come from a business meeting, her hair swept

up with curls framing her face. As she slides out of her car

her hand still in his, he says “Hello beautiful.” She smiles,

her eyes hiding behind her sun glasses as she looks down

at the ground-so self conscious of herself, her body. She

hasn’t looked at him yet. He tilts her face up and again says

“Hello beautiful.” Her breath caught n her throat at the

sight of him, he takes her sun glasses off, “Hi stranger.”

She can barely speak. Bringing her hand to his lips he kisses

the back of it, then with the slightest of movements his

hand around her finger tips turning up palm up his other

hand around her wrist as he kisses the palm of her hand. She

feels as though she’s been punched as all the air breathes

back into her and her body ignites with desire as she watches

his lips caress her hand, feeling them against her skin.

Her knees get weak and she leans back against her car, closing

her eyes trying to breathe normal and clear the thoughts

out of her head. ‘There’s no way he could want me that way.

He is so gorgeous he could have his pick of the women. Tiff

stop it you’re just here to meet for dinner with an old friend.

Don’t act stupid you’’ scare him away.’ “Are you hungry?”

he asks “Yes” she replies “I haven’t eaten all day.” “Well

then shall we?” He tucks her hand in the crook of his arm,

feeling his muscles beneath her finger tips, once again

taking her breath away. She coughs just a bit to clear her

throat, he looks at her and smiles. Reaching the door he

pulls it open for her and follows in behind her. She is so

warm as they are standing in the waiting room she decides

to take off her jacket, the tank top she had on stretching

tight across her breasts as she did this. Catching the eye

of several men and she did this, completely oblivious to

her affects on these men-her friend included. This particular

tank top showed off her cleavage nicely. The hostess asked

if they would like a drink while they waited to be seated.

He ordered a beer and she a glass of Zinfandel. Soon they

were seated and their drinks arrived. They chatted a bit

as they looked over the menu, ordered and waited for their

food to arrive. He was so intent on her that she was beginning

to get a little uncomfortable. She leaned back in her chair

and crossed her arms over her chest but when she did this

it more framed her breasts, pushing them closer and lifting

them higher. As their conversation went on he kept moving

in his chair. Tiff excused herself to the restroom, while

she was there she realized to herself that she looked a mess

and thought he was in a hurry to eat and get away from her as

fast as possible. Upset with her assumed realization she

returned to their table after refreshing herself. Their

food had arrived and he had refreshed their drinks. So self

conscious now, she barely picked at her food as she quickly

downed her second drink. Her empty stomach allowing the

wine to make her very tipsy, very quickly. She wouldn’t

look at him as they talked, she ordered another drink. Drinking

it quickly she excused herself again, stumbling in her

heels as she passed him. He was out of his chair catching

her and holding her tight against him. Burying her face

in his chest, breathing in his scent as she tried to steady

herself “Oh God” she moaned against him “Are you okay?”

he asks ”I need to go to my hotel room.” she says “Come on,

I’ll take you.” He pays the bill and helps her out to his truck.

“What are you doing?” she asks, “You’re not safe to drive”

he tells her, “Remember I used to be an MP.” She agrees and

climbs into his truck. He reaches across to buckle her in,

his chest brushing against her sensitive breasts as he

kisses her on the cheek and she moans. She puts her head back

and closes her eyes as he locks her car up and climbs into

the driver seat, thinking to herself ‘He must think I’m

ridiculous.’ He starts the truck and drives to their destination,

shutting off the engine he realizes she is fast asleep.

He carries her inside and lays her down on the bed carefully

removing her shoes, holding her ever so gently as he removes

each article of her clothing, down to her bra and panties.

He unsnaps her bra and her breast so full and soft look so

sweet and tempting, to taste. Her nipples hardening at

the cool air of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed with

both hands on either side of her hips, he reaches down and

captures one nipple into his mouth, she moans and arches

her back. Wanting her sober and wide awake for what he knows

will happen next he quickly sheds his clothes and climbs

into the bed next to her pulling her to him as he puts her head

on his chest and wraps his arms around her, she curls into

him and he pulls her even tighter against him. He reaches

up and pulls the clip from her hair letting it cascade onto

the pillows next to him. He closes his eyes and pulls her

close.

It is about 3 a.m. when she wakes, he feels her stir against

him and smiles. His arms wrapped tightly around her. She

opens her eyes and looks around, realizing that she’s not

in her hotel room, she tries to sit up and feels his arms,

suddenly she realizes she’s naked except for her panties.

“Oh my God Tiff what have you done?” he hears her whisper

to herself, “Nothing.” He whispered into her ear. She screamed

and jumped back her fists hitting his chest, he grabs her

wrists and pulls her so she is lying on top of his body, her

face equal to his so he can easily press his lips to hers.

He puts her hands up behind her head holding them there,

using them to pull her mouth to his. Their lips meet tentatively

at first, slowly deepening. He gently bites her lower lip

urging her to be more playful her tongue darts out and licks

his bottom lip. He kisses her so deep and passionate their

tongues meet and all of her resolve seems to melt away. She

puts her knees on either side of his hips and he releases

her wrists running his hands down her back to her ass pulling

her hard against him. She pulls her mouth away from his putting

her hands on his chest she pushes herself off him and to the

side and covers herself to the neck with the blankets. “I’m

sorry, I can’t do this. You deserve so much better.” “Tiff,

I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you all those

years ago.” “You couldn’t possibly want me like this.”

She looks down at her body. “I’ve never wanted anyone more,

you are the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever known.”

He sits up and takes her in his arms pulling her to lean back

against him softly kissing her shoulder and neck. “Please”

she cried, “Tiff last night at dinner I was trying to come

up with a way to convince you to come here with me. I wanted

to make love to you over and over all night long.” “But you

were so uncomfortable last night you looked like you just

wanted to leave.” “I wanted nothing more than to leave with

you, come here and make love with you. I got so hard just watching

you I had to keep adjusting myself. Tiff the only reason

I didn’t strip you completely last night is because I wanted

you sober the first time we made love, seeing you completely

naked, I would not have been able to control myself. ” She

turned to look back at him. She had never wanted a man more

than she wanted him right now. She put her arm around his

neck and pulled him to her for a kiss she kissed him with everything

that she had. He reached his hand up and caressed her full

breast her nipple hardening at the touch of him, moaning

she arches her back and presses her breast into his hand

he lays her flat on the bed and lies next to her uncovering

her inches at a time kissing her, licking her, caressing

her, loving her body slowly with every little bit that he

uncovers, not wanting to miss any part of her beautiful

body. Her breasts are so big and soft that his hands barely

cover them, licking her nipples, gently pulling them with

his teeth. She cries out in ecstasy. Her hands rubbing his

shaved bald head and pulling it tighter against her breasts,

her thighs part beneath the blanket and he straddles her

leg rubbing his thigh against her through the blankets.

He moves the blanket lower and begins to kiss and caress

her tummy, squeezing it gently as he loves each part of her.

Her breasts so soft as she squeezes and caresses them where

his hands used to be. She pulls one gently to her lips and

softly sucks the nipple into her mouth. His body is on fire

for her and he wants so badly to enter her but is going slow

as to show her how much he wants her. He pulls the blankets

further down her body to bare her hips, gently biting each

one as he works his way back and forth across her body, stopping

to kiss the scar that runs from her belly button to her pelvic

bone, the remnants of child birth. Her hands grab handfuls

of the bed sheets as he kisses lower still, just barely grazing

the top of her womanhood. He pulls the blanket to bare the

tops of her thighs and the v of blonde hair that masks her

femininity. He kisses the inside of her thighs and she begs

him to taste her. He can smell her arousal as he gently parts

her thighs more to open her body to his gaze. His tongue teases

the area just above her clit and she cries out for him. Gently

his hands part her lower lips as his tongue runs the length

of her labia and slowly circles her clit, gently sucking

it into his mouth. She screams as she feels every nerve in

her body explode and cover his face with her juices. “I can’t

take it anymore I want you now, please.” She almost begs

him. He pulls the covers off her legs and raises up on his

knees as he grabs her thighs and pulls her toward him his

cock ready to explode inside her he knows he must take it

slow. He reaches down and presses the head to her wet hole

and watches her face as he enters her, slowly inch by inch

he slides his 9 inches of hardness inside her. She has to

adjust to his size inside her and she pulls him to her and

kisses him, their tongues dancing and playing one another

as he starts to move inside her. She wraps her legs around

his hips and opens herself to him even more. Her hands on

his back pulling her against him as she bites his neck and

begs him not to stop. He slides his arms under her body lifting

her with him as he lies down on his back allowing her the freedom

to take control, she places her hands on his chest enjoying

the feel of the hair against her hands she begins to ride

him slowly, up and down her muscles caress him as she watches

his face. Leaning down to kiss him his hands on her cheeks

she feels his hips rise off the bed as he begins to pound into

her with such a hurried intensity. Her hair falling around

them like a curtain his touch so soft and loving, he has waited

so long to feel her in his arms like this and she is such a better

lover than he had ever fantasized about he can not hold back

any longer. “Tiff I can’t stop, I can’t hold back anymore.

I want to bury myself deep inside of you.” “Oh God” she moaned

and he knew she was close. He reached between their bodies

and found her clit a hard little nub as he began to rub it she

screamed, he pounded into her only a few more times and exploded

as her juices flowed over him. She collapsed on his chest

with him still inside her, his hands running through her

hair as they both began to breathe normally. She pulled

her leg over him as he slid out of her soft but still harder

than completely limp. He wrapped his arms around her and

she again curled into his arms and closed her eyes trying

to make sense of everything. His hands running through

her hair relaxed her even more than the glorious sex they

had just had she felt herself drifting off to sleep with

his name on her lips, him whispering in her ear “Tiff I don’t

want you to ever leave my arms. I love you!”