I have written a few times about my Internet Dream Girl. She’s a sexy BBW I met here on Reddit, and we have had a lot of fun together. (Check my history to see.) We aren’t fashion models or porn stars, but we enjoy our time together and she likes to know that others are reading about what we have done.
We don’t get to see each other very often, so when she was able to fly to the city where I was attending a conference, I bought her a ticket immediately. We both arrived in St. Louis on Wednesday afternoon, caught a rideshare to the hotel, and checked in. It was relatively decent in public – a big hug and kiss when we met in the terminal. Holding hands in the car. Longing looks while waiting to check in. But as soon as the elevator doors closed, I was on top of her. My hands in her hair, my tongue in her mouth, her arms around my back. Thankfully no one joined us on the ride to the 13th floor. And thankfully, the room was just a short walk down the hallway once the doors opened.