I smiled at the girl at the car rental counter as I picked up the keys to the GT350 I had rented, but I was thinking about getting out of the airport and getting to the Vegas BBW Bash. The Mustang's powerful V8 rocketed the car out of the parking lot and toward the strip where the hotel was hosting the bash.
Besides being excited about seeing Las Vegas for the first time, I was excited about meeting Kelli, a woman who liked reading my BBW stories and who would be at the bash, too. I had gotten in too late to catch her while she was modeling for one of the merchandise vendors, but I was looking forward to seeing her dressed as a pirate wench for the party tonight. I parked the car in the hotel garage, walked down to check in, and then up to my room to take a quick shower before heading out to find the party.
The place was a wonderland if you liked big girls. There were all shapes and sizes of women dressed from conservatively to wildly. It didn't take me long to spot my pirate wench in the foyer outside the party. I saw her red, gauzy skirt and black leotard-like top caressing her tall, curvy frame from across the room, and then when I saw her beautiful features in profile, framed by her blond hair, I knew it was her. I took a minute longer to enjoy looking at her, from her painted toes in sandals to her round bottom and soft tummy up to her voluptuous cleavage.
I walked up behind her, smacked her lightly on her sexy, slightly jiggly bottom and said, "where be me rum, wench?" She turned around with a start that turned into a giggle when she realized who I was.
"You're lucky you got the right pirate wench," she said with a smile. "You might have gotten in trouble smacking somebody else on the bottom like that."
"Or it might have been the start of something beautiful," I teased her with a grin as I held the door of the party room open for her and watched her walk gracefully past. I took her hand as we walked over to the bar and ordered drinks and then we found a place to sit where we could see what was happening at the bar and on the dance floor.
We sat and talked about our respective trips there and how we liked the hotel and then I told her what I had been thinking. "You're even sexier and more beautiful than in your pictures. I'm glad I got to meet you."
She smiled at me and we got up and moved out to the dance floor and we held each other as we swayed to the music. I whispered in her ear "did you do what you were supposed to do?" She blushed a little bit and nodded and then put her head back on my chest.
"Can I check?" I asked her and she smiled and nodded, so I ran my hand down from where it rested on her back, slowly over her ass and to the hem of her short skirt. We were dancing in a dark corner as I slid my hand down under her skirt and back up her leg. I could feel the heat and moisture from between her legs and then a trickle of moisture on the inside of her thigh as I slid my hand higher.