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“You see,” he said, “I’ve never been to a BBW bar before. In fact, I have never been with a BBW. I didn’t know what I should do or how I should act.” He went on about how he had always lusted after bigger women but was afraid to act on it out of fear of what his friends would think. He was a closet FA (fat admirer). I felt for him, knowing that society makes it difficult for most men to admit that they prefer a woman with meat on her bones instead of the size 2 super model types out there. I knew from experience that men who dated big women sometimes are ridiculed by their peers. It took a lot of courage in this day and age for a man to come out of the closet and admit to the world he preferred an ample woman to the stereotypical ‘beautiful’ woman by society’s standards. I actually felt sorry for him, denying himself the opportunity to be with a woman he truly wanted versus what he thought everyone else wanted him to do.

It was then and there I decided I was going to give Eddie a taste of what he was missing. There ain’t nothing like the loving you get from a big woman! He craved a woman with big hips, big tits, soft supple thighs and an ample round tummy. A soft curvy woman just as we were intended to be and I was that woman. As luck would have it, the bar was relatively close to a motel and I suggested we get a room and get to know each other better in private. He was more than agreeable. Within 15 minutes we were alone in the motel room sitting on the edge if the bed talking again.

I edged my way closer, dealing with him as if he were a delicate piece of china between my fingers. I had no idea how he would react to me so I took it slow and easy. I placed my hand on his leg and brushed his cheek, playing the casual aggressor in this encounter…giving him subtle hints that I wanted him to kiss me.
His first kiss was soft and lingering as if he was savoring the moment. Then, he pulled back looked at me and smiled. He kissed me again, this time first bringing his hand to my face and lifting my chin towards him. He opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to probe mine as he held my face close to his. His hands then wandered down as he continued kissing me and hugged me close, no doubt to feel my plush body up against his. He was surprisingly muscular when I finally felt him against me. In the darkness of the bar, he looked rather thin. He seemed to rather enjoy this so his hands wandered all over me as we kissed.
I then decided to show him what he was missing. I stood up in front of him and removed pulled my form fitting tank dress over my head. The only thing between complete nudity and me at that point was a thin black G-string, a black garter belt and stockings, pumps and of course, a black lace bra. I could have sworn I heard him gasp but I gave him a moment to drink it all in. I then walked towards him, took his hand and placed it on my tummy.

“It’s ok to touch me,” I cooed at him, “I’m not going to break!” So he did. He touched me all over. His hands explored every inch of me so gently I thought I was going to explode from desire. He caressed every fold; every curve, every bit of my voluptuous figure then drew me close again….

View the last steamy installment tomorrow!!!