A Night That Changed My Type

This is a story that’s been on my mind a little recently, from back when I was 24, about 10 years ago.

So some context, I’m a guy, and I was about 6’3, rail thin. I was working at a bank, in a small town. Single, not really looking for something. One day I take a client to a meal at a local restaurant, and over comes our waitress.

She’s a big girl, with a smile that lights up the whole room. I did some stupid joke, and she laughed. When she brought us our food she had to squeeze between the isles, and her ass pressed up against my shoulder.

I remember her, and her laugh. Fast forward a week, and her name pops up in a group chat with a mutual friend (it was a small town).

I message her directly and say hey, with the joke that I had made earlier. We chat for a bit, and she asks if I wanna get some coffee.

We go to a shop, and it’s by her apartment. We have fun, and she invites me inside.

Shes wearing jeans, and a nice cropped white shirt. She turns on a movie, and sits on the couch.

I sit next to her, and put my arm around her. She kinda acts surprised, and goes “hey, do you wanna, get more comfortable?”

I go “absolutely” but I’m not sure what she means. She stands up, undoes the top button of her jeans, and her belly kinda eases a little. She unzips her jeans, and she has these nice black laces peaking out now.

She pauses, and kinda blushes. She sits back down without taking anything off. My arm is still behind her, she takes it, and moves it to her waist. She looks at me and goes “so like, I’m 310. You’re gonna have a tough time.”

And I don’t know what came over me. I’m not the most confident, or the most passionate. I’m not a savant communicator, and at this point in my life, I was NOT an experienced lover.

But I assertively say “I absolutely will not.” And I grab her jeans, and wiggle them off her hips. I start making out on top of her, and letting my hands go wild.

I love that she’s soft. I love that she’s sturdy and can take my weight on her. She smells like lemonade and pine trees.

I get up and take off my shirt, but she stands up and takes off her shirt, pants, everything but a lace thing that is BARELY containing her. So off my pants go, and it’s on.

I lose myself in her, getting as much of her in my hands and mouth as I can. I run my hands all over her, holding her ass and breasts and belly and hips, my hands disappearing and reappearing.

She motions for me to sit back on the couch, she puts me in her mouth, and then runs my shaft up and down her huge breasts, the head barely visible.

She takes me to her bed and bends over. Now resting on her hips, her ass is full and round and fucking electrifies me.

I start probably too fast, and I’m super excited. She can tell, and while she’s moaning she’s also being super playful: “oh, there’s my guy” and “you like that big ass, sweetie?” and “can you handle it?”

I’m getting louder, and having a blast. She looks back at me and locks eyes; “you gonna show me you like me?” And does a little fake pout, and arches back at me.

Evidently I was going to, cause in like one second I’m moaning “ohmygod holyfuckimgonna- . . . hhnnnngh” and I cum hard in her.

It’s only at this exact moment that I realize I have finished in someone I do not know, without a condom on.

I slump onto the bed, and she giggles and gets up next to me. “Uhm, uhm that was” I babble. My mind is racing. I wasn’t really a hookup guy? I’d never had amazing success with the ladies, and at 24 I was NOT some stud.

“That was very nice” she says, and strokes my hair. She nestles my head, and props it up on her belly as she’s laying there.

I kinda just huff and lay there. We talk for a second. She re-assures me it was fine to finish in her, she had a IUD and no partners for a long time (I had had no partners for longer lol). She says she knew it was bound to happen, she could tell I wanted it bad.

I ask her what we should do now, it’s getting late. It’s Friday, she says she doesn’t work tomorrow. I say I don’t either, and she laughs and says “well you can certainly just stay right here” and she gathers up my clothes, and TUCKS THEM IN A DRAWER.

I must have had sex with that woman 8 times that night and the following day. All over her apartment, all over her body, all over mine. We ran each other ragged. At one point she asked me if I was gonna run out of steam and I responded by burying my face in her ass and running my tongue all over her groin and thighs. It was AWESOME.

I was exhausted Saturday night, and slept like a baby at my own place. We stayed friends, and she eventually married and moved out of state. But WOW was that night/day after amazing.

I can get into more detail if you guys want but I just want to re-iterate: it was an awesome experience, and I learned through it that I LOVE big women.