I was 25, and had gotten in pretty good shape after ending a long term relationship. 6’1″ and probably 210, built like an ex football player, and was doing great at work, dressing sharp. Short trimmed beard and broad shoulders with a little belly, and a perfectly average 6 inches, not too wide or too slender, that past partners have described as Goldilocks’ “just right” dick. They could have been being nice, but I took it as a compliment and ran with it.
I met her at a wedding, boozy and frantic. She was tall, 5’10”, but I didn’t notice until later, which is probably what made me get lost in her eyes all night. She was also very curvy, probably 155ish, and she too had just shed a bunch of weight after spending too much time at the library and not enough at the gym during undergrad. I think she was 23, just young enough that she was more innocent than me, but she had a great sense of humor and was so direct in conversation. She looked great in a dress, which is how I met her, with the cleavage of her naturally round C cups teasing me, and my hands on her soft sides and wide hips all night. We were hot and I could could smell her perfume and her hair and the sweat that was making her dress moist under my touch.