**I must start this story off with an explanation. One this was written predominantly for women, from a males perspective on our thought processes around sex. Two, for those who really do appreciate BBW’s.**
We had made arrangements to meet at her place. For whatever reason, i was late. It was around an hour plus from mine to hers, I think i over estimated the time it would take me to get to her place. I knew i was going to be in shit when i got there. She had a minor go at me, telling me how me coming late had ruined the amount of time we had together for this evening. Explaining by time we’ve eaten we wouldn’t be able to wind-down and chill. To be fair she had a meal planned; some bbq place, but as i was late we could no longer go.