For my bigger girls [MF] [First Person]

A brief bit of context- I’m a younger guy and in pretty good shape and have generally dated women of a similar description. I recently had my first experience with a bigger woman and holy shit I was transfixed- it was like discovering a side of me I had never known existed. Suffice it to say it’s all I can think about now.

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I had only been at the bar a few minutes and, to be honest, hadn’t really noticed you. You were sitting surrounded by a few friends and I was waiting to meet someone else. But as I walked up to the bar, I heard you say, probably more loudly than you intended, “Well I’d take him for a test drive!”. I turned in your direction and you and your friends all quickly turned away, a dead-giveaway. I didn’t want to embarrass you so I pretended to scan the room. I then turned to the bartender to get my drink, and walked to another, less crowded corner to wait for my friend. It afforded me time to look at you a bit less obviously. Peering over the top of my glass, I took you in. You were clearly having a good time, smiling, and laughing, and maybe a little more drunk than you realized, because your glances my way were obvious despite your attempts at subtlety. I don’t know what it was, but I was instantly drawn. You weren’t my type, at all. Maybe that was it? Something new?

I got a text from my friend- they had to bail. It was typical behavior on their point but I wasn’t irritated the way I normally would be. I was distracted.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly special or revealing, if anything, the flowy sundress left more to the imagination. But I could tell that you were curvy. Your legs, crossed, were thick and smooth, without definition. Your shoulders were the same, an unbroken curve down from your neck. Your bust was full, and shook as you laughed with your friends. Your face was sweet and soft and inviting, your cheeks flushed from the Cape Cods you were drinking. I finished my drink and walked up to the bar to order a shot and settle my tab.

Knocking down the shot, I signed the check, and then wrote my number on a napkin, along with the words ‘To schedule your test drive’, and in a rush, turned to you, handed it to you with a smile and a brief moment of eye contact, and walked away, out of the bar, and into my car outside.

I sat there for a few minutes, my heart pounding, and then realized I hadn’t even written my name. I felt like an idiot, and thought about going back inside. Then I calmed down, and figured it was unlikely you would call. I hadn’t even noticed if you had a wedding band on or not.

I called my friend from the parking lot letting them know that all was forgiven, and as I was about to start my car, I saw you walk out of the bar, alone. I froze. You pulled out your phone, and looked at the napkin. And then my phone rang.

“… I was hoping you’d call,” I answered.

“How do you know it’s me?” you said.

“… because I haven’t left the parking lot yet.”

“Well then come over here and talk to me, creeper!” you laughed.

I got out of the car and our eyes met. It sounds silly to say, but it was electric. I was hooked.

“I live around the corner- walk me home?” you smiled coyly. My heart was racing. “Just don’t get any ideas,” you continued. “I never do this. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Of course,” I smiled, “I’m not that kind of guy either.”

We started walking, and you took my hand, interlacing my fingers. We both must have been really nervous, because instead of idle chatter, we just walked, holding hands, not saying anything. Like we’d made the trip a hundred times.

We walked up the steps to your apartment, and you let me in, closing the door gently behind you. “Don’t be too loud- my roommate is asleep- she has an early shift tomorr-”

Before you could finish speaking, I took your face in my hands and kissed you deeply. Long, and slow, and sweet. You let out a little whimper and wrapped your arms around me, pulling me close. You smelled like perfume, and vodka, and sweat, and excitement. I couldn’t get enough of you. My hands wandered your body, like I was trying to make a mental map, running over every curve, corner, and crevice. You pressed your hips into mine, feeling the erection in my jeans- and I pressed back, pushing you up against the door.

My hands lifted the back of your dress, and grabbed both of your ass cheeks, squeezing, pulling you closer to me, into me. I reached up and traced the lines of your thong, hearing your breath catch. “Seriously I don’t do this,” you whispered, your eyes searching me.

“We don’t have to,” I said, not wanting to push you.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes we really, really do”. Taking my hand, you pulled me into your bedroom.

You transformed in there. The confidence gave way to vulnerability. Alone, in your room, you were not the cavalier girl in the bar. You were self-conscious, unsure, and shy. But willing. And it drove me wild.

We undressed each other and you quickly jumped on your bed getting under the covers. I ripped them off. I wanted to see you, to see all of you. And I wanted you to know that I wanted your body the way it was. I climbed on top of you and started kissing your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. My fingers gently traced the undersides of your breasts, before starting to massage them more firmly, my thumbs gently starting to rub your erect nipples. I brought my lips to them, and my hands to your hips, to your soft belly, digging itno the flesh as I gently flicked your nipples with my tongue.

I sat up, resting on my knees, between your thick legs. I ran my fingers up and down them, then grabbed them, feeling their heft, their thickness. I delighted in your size. I slid my hands beneath your knees and lifted them, and lowered my mouth to your wet slit, sliding my tongue up and down, and you moaned gently in spite of yourself.

I explored the folds of your lips, swirling the tip of my tongue around your clit, watching as your body gently tremored, taking a thrill in the gentle shakes they sent through your whole body- ripples of pleasure quaking throughout, until your back arched and you groaned desperately, covering your own mouth to suppress the increasing volume of your pleasure.

And then I lay down next to you, letting you recover, my hand resting on your belly, gently stroking it.

“Tonight was all about you,” I whispered, “because I want to show you that I’m different. I want more… I want it all actually. If you’re willing, then we’re only scratching the surface.”

You reached for me, grabbing my erection, and whispering “I want you. I want it now.” I took your hand and brought it to your chest.

“Then you’re going to have to agree to see me again,” I smiled devilishly. “Can’t have you just seducing me and ghosting,” I teased.

And with every ounce of willpower I possess, I got up, put on my jeans and buttoned up my shirt. As I slowly opened the door, I turned and said, “Any night. Any night at all, you want it, and I’m here. And I promise you, I will take you places you’ve never been before. But not tonight.”

And with that, I walked out, gambling with the woman who had just given me the most sexually charged experience of my life.

I hope she calls back.

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