Laying in bed on this wet, miserable Sunday morning and my mind turns to ex-lovers.
There have been a few thicker girls on my Tumbler lately and they remind me how much I miss the thick thighs of C. Soft folds of smooth, warm flesh, the most beautifully shaped tits that are like love pillows.
Always slightly conscious of her size, she hides herself beneath black leggings and large tops. Impeccable makeup, nails and hair together with dazzling accessories are always her attempt to distract from the body she does not like.
âHow can anyone think this pile of blubber can be sexyâ she said. Following several conversations she admitted that it had been a while since her last sex episode. Not rewarding in bed, he then suggested it was her fault for not being sexy enough. What an absolute tool. Hiding his own inadequacy and insecurity behind a hurtful mouth.
I suggested that he didnât appreciate her and that I thought her an awesome and very sexy person. She knew I was in a relationship and we chatted about sex for a while. C is submissive in the bedroom. Her stressful job making difficult decisions for others takes it out of her and once away from work, the last thing she wants to do is make another decision that day. We went out together a few times and she simply didnât want to choose anything. I chose what she wore, where we went, what she ate and drank. She simply melted into the role. For the first time in a long while, sheâs relaxed. We went dancing at a local place, teeming with the young and beautiful, all out to show off their wares. C didnât even glance at them with her usual envy and longing to be more âconventionally beautiful â....... driving her home afterwards, I could see she was wriggling in her seat. Asking her if she was okay, she replied that she was soaking wet between her legs, and slightly concerned she would mark the leather. I knew it had been over a year since the ill-performing gobshite she had last let her inside her, and also that sheâd sort of shelved sex as an option since then. Weâd talked about it and she would shrug and say she didnât miss it. But now things were stirring. She openly admitted to feeling more sexy than she could remember...Iâd watched her writhing body on the dance floor and she can certainly move with soul and rhythm. I gently teased her about this wetness saying she should go there more often and grab herself a bloke. She said it was me that made her feel this way like a protective cloak around her. She pulled my hand towards her crotch and sure enough she was absolutely soaking wet. Her leggings were wet through and I know she wasnât wearing panties because Iâd instructed her to remove them earlier in the evening and they were in my pocket already. Back at her flat, I went in for coffee and a smoke, we laughed about the evening and her change of attitude towards the social scene. Then she said, casually and quite quickly , that we should fuck. Just friends with benefits kind of thing, and quickly followed up with âI understand if you donât want toâ
Her insecurities were still holding her back but she had a hungry look in her eyes.
She already knew that Iâm not always the gentlest of lovers.
Of course thereâs room for the sessions of touching, stroking and playing and soft music, mutual masturbation and watching each other come.
But the raw passion and control is more me. I gazed at her for a short while, pondering on the implications, not saying a word and keeping a very blank expression. Meanwhile her cheeks started to glow redder and redder. She shuffled nervously.
Sheâd already changed her leggings due to her earlier wetness and seeing her wriggle I asked if there was a problem again?
âYou know there is. Donât make me beg, itâs humiliating â
She turned away, hiding her discomfort.
âYou do know, I shanât be gentle?
âYou will be humiliated even more.â
I moved over to her side of the sofa and pulled her to me by the neck. Firmly, not aggressively, but there was no option for refusal.
We kissed passionately , her red lipstick smudging onto her top lip. She moaned and arched her back a little.
Of course that just thrust her enormous chest at me. She has extremely large and soft breasts. It was frequently a source of fun to tease her a little about them. She was self conscious of them and had to pay a great deal of money to get custom fitted balconettes. The dreaded back ache of these larger girls.
Well I couldnât refuse them being on offer like this. I groped her through the well built bra and she moaned some more. The heavy lace grazing her nipples.
âYouâre going to have to get this thing offâ, I said. Again, a blush. Her baggy top was very baggy indeed, hiding the beautiful body she was so self conscious of.
She did that thing of removing her bra without taking the top off. Pulling the shoulder straps over her hands and pulling it down the front. Her shape changed. Those soft bags of heaven fell as gravity took over.
I moved on top of her while she sat there. My knees either side of her thighs took the opportunity to get my hands under the top massaging her softly to start with. Kneading them like dough.
I had no idea they were so sensitive. She squirmed beneath me, struggling to shift under my weight. Our lips met again and I took both her wrists and held them crossed above her head against the tall-backed sofa.
Her breathing became less regular and small gasps came from her red lips as I kissed, nibbled and abused her breasts harder and harder. The wriggling continued. Then she twitched. A few times.
âHave you come alreadyâ I asked, a raised eyebrow and a lop-sided grin on my face.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
âI couldnât help itâ, she said.
âWhat youâre doing to me when Iâm so desperate, itâs not surprisingâ
I suggested we should go to bed before we ruined the sofa. I stood and pulled her up standing directly in front of me, face to face. Almost uncomfortably close to each other. She looked up with such an obedient expression on her face. Puppy eyes gazing up seeking instructions. I put my hand down her leggings, instructing now.
She obeyed steadily. Not rushing but never hesitating. She was soaking wet. I could feel her come starting to run down her legs and the musky smell was fabulous.
Her clean shaven state meant that I could easily push my hand backwards towards her soft opening. Two fingers probing either side of her cunt lips, pressing them together. Her clit was swollen and obvious, protruding from her lips like a small beacon of lust. Then I pulled my fingers back towards me, This time parting her lips and feeling her wetness.
She stumbled slightly. Knees quivering a little but said not one word. I pushed my two fingers inside her. They penetrated easily. Heavy breathing again, this time from both of us.
I removed my fingers and pushed both of them into her mouth. She opened up obediently and softly licked her own juices from me.
I took her by the hand and led her to her own large bed. Leggings crumpled around her thighs. Large baggy top hiding her swinging and pendulous tits and the balconette bra behind on the sofa.
