On a dating app one night and she catches my eye. She’s taller than average (5’9″) and I can tell from the pictures she has that she is trying to advertise being sexy but demure. I can tell she has a bit of weight but wears it well, but that coy smile she has is what drove me to message her. We talk back and forth and it doesn’t take long for her to come over. She’s plump, Puerto Rican, and everything she has for extra weight is located in her hips and ass. Our first meeting was as PG as they come and I didn’t pick up on the signals. She left and the next couple of days are her dropping less than subtle hints my way. Those I pick up, and I invite her over again.
The next meeting is awkward as she shyly stays away from me. Absurd I thought, so while she’s standing with nowhere to go I just grab her by her waist and pull her in for a short kiss. What follows is her almost eating my lips completely off of my face. I don’t know what set her off, being trapped or just giving in, but her shyness washed away to a ravenous, sex starved, luscious married woman mapping the terrain of my teeth with her tongue while her fake nails on her ring laden fingers grip and scratch my arms.