We chatted on a dating/messaging app. She had face pics only with only a hit that she was a bigger girl. Latina, a couple years older than me, and I could tell she was married. I didn’t care. After an uneventful first meeting I asked for her to come back. During that period of time when we waited for a good oportunity I asked her what was wrong and she jsut said that her husband barely touched her and when she wanted it she didn’t get it. Fair enough.
When she entered the second time I could tell she was primed. Yoga leggings on the bottom, and a flimsy comfy sweatshirt on top. We make small talk until I close the distance between us and I move in for a kiss. What happens then is like a record skip, a volcanic eruption, and a change in tone of the entire course of events. Her lips lock with mine in a way that speaks of someone dying of dehydration finding water. If she could have unhinged her jaw, I’m sur eshe would have swallowed my entire head *wait isnt’ that oral?* She doesn’t want to unlock form our embrace so we make our way, awkwardly kissing and fondling each other, to the bedroom. We can finally break and start to undress each other.