This story and everybody in it is a fantasy and over 18. Enjoy.
With nothing better to do that evening, he decided to show up at his friends pool party. He knew many of his old friends would be there and talk of his failed marriage was certain to come up. It was a year ago and although it still was a bit raw, he had to accept it. Both the divorce and the talk. He was glad to see so many of his friends and the party seemed to be a success.
There was a redhead he found himself drawn to. Overweight for certain but so cute and voluptuous that he barely noticed. He felt he was doing a good job of not staring or being obvious. He didn't want to seem like a perv or rude. It was some time after he had first begun watching her that she came over and stood by him.
She held her hand out to him and introduced herself. "I'm Patty."
"I'm Steve". He took her hand and shook it gently. He looked her in the eyes as he held her hand. Her beautiful, expressive, large brown eyes.
"The way you were watching me I wondered if we had met or you thought you knew me".
He was flustered at first. Had he been obvious? She had given him an easy out and he was tempted to take it like a drowning victim clings to their rescuer. "I did at first," He decided that honesty was the better choice. "Once I realized I didn't know you I just kept admiring the scenery. Trying to figure out how I could meet you. I hope I didn't come off as rude."
"Oh, not rude. I like being admired. That's why I wear this bikini. So you're back in the hunt? I hear you had a painful fall so to speak."
It took him a moment to respond. "Surprised as much as hurt."
"Lets get a drink. Go somewhere and talk." She continued to hold his hand and led him to the bar that had been set up. She mixed herself a Rum and Coke then asked him what he wanted.
"Bourbon. Neat."
Oh, one of those types huh?" She giggled and he found it charming. Like her. She had a very cute face. A turned up nose, big brown eyes, full cheeks, and a light complexion with freckles. He thought she looked very nice. She didn't seem to be easily offended or take herself too seriously. She handed him his Solo cup with his spirits in it and they taped them together.
"Cheers" they both responded and smiled at each other.
"So, did you really think you knew me at first?"
"No, I just liked what I saw and wanted to keep looking. Busted." he smiled at her.
"So you like the fatties?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Heavy women." she responded. Again he raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know who considers you fat. I sure don't. I know Dr.s consider us all over weight. Gives them a reason to treat us. Ring their cash registers." He took a sip of his drink and let his eyes roam over her appreciatively. "I don't believe you're fat. I don't see rolls or wrinkles. I do see a voluptuous woman that I enjoy looking at."
"Aren't you the charmer. It must make you popular with a large chunk of the female population." She giggled again.
He grinned at her "I enjoy your giggle. It compliments your looks." He took another drink and looked into her big eyes. "I like voluptuous women. Especially redheads. I would rather a woman be 20 pounds overweight than 10 pounds under. Skinny women are not necessarily a turn on for me. If as you say a large number of women are pudgy, then so much the better for me. You Patty are not fat." He stared into her beautiful eyes for a bit longer. She looked away and when she looked back, he was still looking into her eyes.
"What? Stop staring at me!"
"I'm just looking at your beautiful eyes. They're amazing." He took another drink.
"I'm not used to having a man stare into my eyes. You're supposed to be looking down here!" She motioned to her bust and then giggled.
"I can certainly see why men would." His gaze drifted down to her impressive bust. Her swimsuit top gathered them together giving her impressive cleavage. "Wonderful." She giggled again.
"Your friends tell me your ex was a real bitch."
