The story from Paul's view:
I've been in the wrestling field since I was nineteen (I'm now 25), so naturally in this business, I've met more than my share of women and younger girls in the last six years. I'm 5'11 and go around 195-205 pounds and have hazel eyes and dark brown/blackish hair and been told many times I was "cute," though I don't see what the attraction is myself.
I did have a couple of "normal size" steady girlfriends in the past, but with my schedule, things didn't really work out either time.
On the road, I've taken quite a few women to dinner afterwards, most of them also 'average' size, and a couple more I'd fucked, but there seemed to be a void there too, since it meant nothing more than sex. Along with these women, there have been "women of size" also mixed in the crowd, many of them with very nice personalities, but aside from the women I did take out, there was never much time to meet the kind I would find myself really drawn to.
One night last February, we had a show in one of the towns in Pennsylvania. That's when I saw her the first time. Anne Marie.
She really stood out; among the crowd of people in wrestling promotion shirts, sweats, T-shirts, jeans and the like, Anne Marie was dressed in black slacks and a long black blazer that she'd worn as a top, which did nothing to hide those rounded hips and beautiful, natural 48DD tits I'd found myself drawn to. She was about 5'4 and weighed around 250 pounds, but carried herself well. She had straight, very short, very sexy red hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a fair complexion. I would later find out she was 43, but that didn't bother me much; she looked much younger.
From that first time I'd spotted her, I'd see her often over the past year at the shows when we'd stop in her city, but I had never really spoken to her until this past show except to say hi, make some small talk in the hotel bar and pose for a few pictures (and got a peek of the cleavage of those nice mounds of hers, which was a bonus to me)until I finally got up the balls to really talk to her. Now that I look back on the whole thing, I may have gone out with the smaller girls, but it was Anne Marie's type I found myself totally attracted to.
The night we did stop over in PA again, I got more interested in her after spending more time being hypnotized by her lovely eyes. Her low cut blouse showing off the creamy white skin of her ample cleavage really got me going. I found her to be friendly and fun-loving, if a little shy.
I had a tight schedule and had to get back to my room, since we were leaving for the next town around 4AM that morning. I ended up having to jack off to the memory of Anne Marie's full body and that sexy cleavage really bad before I went to sleep.
That summer when we returned, though, I had better luck. And what luck it was!
After the show and we we all went to the lounge, lo and behold, there was Anne Marie, looking a little thinner, but wearing jeans and a white, low cut T-shirt, giving me a view of her sexy cleavage. I was already getting a bit of a hard-on, but somehow managed to control myself.
I went over and said hi, and Anne Marie gave me a broad smile back, looking at me with those eyes of hers, and we began to talk. After about half an hour of chit-chat, the conversation turned to love, lust and sex. We talked about our past relationships and how we both seemed to lack find ing anyone decent, in my case, anything outside of the slutty "ring rats" that would get in any of my fellow wrestlers' pants at the drop of a hat. That wasn't what I was looking for.
We were still talking when we went outside to a spot where I could be alone with her, away from the noise inside.
"It's harder for women like me to find good men though," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Look at me," she respnded with a small laugh. "I'm forty-three and I'm hardly a twenty-year-old supermodel."
"You're beautiful," I said, hardly believing no man would find someone like her so sexy.
"Mmm hmm. And how many other women have you said that too this week?" she appeared to be teasing, but I wondered if she thought I was a 'player' like the other guys.
"Just one," I said, meaning it, then added, "I can say your face is certainly beautiful. But the times I've seen you, I never really got more than glimpses of your body. And I have to admit those leave me wanting more."
"Is that so?" she asked, turning pink.
I told her about how I'd felt when I'd spotted her earlier tonight, the desire for her that had overwhelmed me. She still looked at me as if I was giving a line of bullshit, so I leaned over, took her in my arms and kissed her. Not one of those friendly, peck on the cheek on a quick on on dry lips, but a full kiss, my tongue licking the corners of her lovely mouth before I found her own tongue.
We kissed hungrily, tasting lips and tongues for a few minutes before she pulled away.
"You know, you could have anyone," she said shyly, seeming embarrassed about enjoying our kiss.
I took her back and kissed her again.
"I want you," I said in her ear, "I've always wanted you."
My hands found themselves fondling her breasts outside her shirt. They were enormous. I'd never seen anything so sexy.
"Let's go inside," I said. "I don't have to leave until morning and I'd like you to come upstairs with me."
It was all I could do not to cum in my pants, as we took the elevator up to my room, thinking about that it wouldn't be long before I going to make love to my dream girl. Who cared if she was eighteen years older than I? At least this time, the sex would mean something.
We were still kissing off and on when we got into the room, but I quickly broke the kiss to lick and nibble my way down to her neck as I undressed her and gotten naked myself, heading eagerly for her beautiful breasts. I sucked her pink nipples, my hands roamed all over them touching and licking every inch of their natural beauty.
I kept all this up as I slipped one hand down the front of her panties and found her mound shaved silky smooth and my fingers pressed against her opening. She was already sopping wet.
"It's been a long time for me since I been with a man," she explained. "And I've never been with a younger one."
I kissed her again. "I'll make it worth your while, baby. I want to take care of this sweet pussy of yours."
I peeled down her panties and she stepped out of them. I then traced my fingertips along her thighs, brushing against her pussy lips and put two fingers gently in her wet slit to tease over her clitoris. She moaned, bucking her hips against my touch; she wanted me as much as I did her.
I lay her down on the bed, kissing and licking my way down the ample body of my lovely goddess, until I reached her pussy, then delved my tongue right in. I was alternating between rubbing the flat of my tongue over her clit and vigorously fucking her with my tongue as her hips squirmed above me and I could feel her cumming.
After she had come, she pushed my head from between my legs, not seeming so shy anymore.
