Yet again I found myself alone in Mike's shower. The hot water hit my lower back and ran down my ass. His semen washed off my thighs and the tenderness of my pussy was becoming easier to ignore. I turned around and let the water run down my chest, around my breasts, down the lines of my abs, and between my thighs. I kept my hair tied up to keep it dry. It was just a quick shower while the pizza was on its way.
As I dried myself off, I imagined what else I wanted to do with Big Mike. I still hadn't seen him totally topless; I wanted to nuzzle into those big heavy pecs and nibble on his man nipples. I wanted to feel his belly smother even more of me. And then there was his gigantic ass; I hasn't even seen it in full view yet. The thought of what I would do if he were asleep, face down in bed, the depths of him that I'd explore...
I snapped myself out of the lustful haze and put my black bra and panties on. I let down my blonde hair and checked my face in the mirror. I still looked presentable, despite the semen and sweat that his pubes had slathered me with. What can I say? I clean up nice.
I returned to the living room, my gait having recovered from the rough ride I'd taken on his cock. When I'd left him, he'd been laying nearly naked in bed; when I returned, he stood with a remote control in hand wearing a massive black bathrobe. The back had a pair of red boxing gloves, and read Champ in gold lettering. As he turned to me, I saw the robe was tied in the front, somehow just barely sung around his mammoth waist. The folds of his robe barely covered his now naked chest; his Captain America shirt was gone.
I was more than a little surprised. It was hard to believe that such a huge robe even existed, and more so that Mike would own one. I also noted the irony that anyone large enough to fill that robe would never have the cardio to get through a boxing match.
"It was a gift. I thought you'd like it." I didn't speak right away; I just smiled big and paced around him, getting a 360 degree look. Mike looked down at me with a furrowed brow.
"Oh, I like it. You look very...majestic." Mike nodded with a semi-scowl, cautious of any sarcasm.
"Uh huh. Pizza should be here soon. I got a pepperoni and a loaded Mediterranean."
"Ooh, let me pay. You paid last time." He grabbed his wallet from the table.
"Nah...I prefer you owing me. That way you can pay me back with your mouth." He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and shoved it into my cleavage, snug from the bra.
"Oh...well...sure thing, big spender." Before his wallet closed I caught a glimpse of the other fifties inside. My eyebrows perked in surprise but I didn't say any more.
It wasn't long before the pizza arrived. Mike got a kick out of me answering the door in my bra and panties. The driver was an Indian dude who also seemed to enjoy it. I tipped him ten bucks and cooed a soft goodbye, just to ham it up. Mike put on Netflix and we hit the couch.
The pizzas were gigantic; they came from a place I'd never heard of but were apparently the best in the city. We opened them and sat on the couch with a couple cokes on the table. Mike sat as he usually did and I squeezed between the arm rest and one huge thigh.
"Jesus, these slices are giant." I needed to use both hands to hold a massive pepperoni slice. Mike had no problem handling a loaded Mediterranean with a single big mitt.
"Oh yeah, they know my number and remember to cut them big for me. It's just easier to eat."
I nibbled on the big slice and smiled up at him. Even unintentionally, he made me feel little. It was yet another sip from the Drink Me potion that made me shrink smaller in his presence. I wondered how many more moments like that lay ahead of me, moments of feeling insufficient next to him. I imagined doing his laundry and getting trapped while folding his sweatpants. I imagined doing his grocery shopping and needing to increase my credit limit to placate his appetite. I imagined a wifely role of completing mundane tasks, doting on this giant. Within sixty seconds his first slice was gone and he grabbed another.
Sitting on his three-seater throne, he looked like a king. He'd taken his glasses off, and his dark beard and hair were as bushy as ever. His black robe more or less covered him, while allowing his heavy, forested chest to nearly spill out. All that olive skin and black fur gave him the look of a lounging sultan, too rich and powerful to care that the slope of his breasts were visible upon his tremendous belly.
As I watched him eat, I focused on the small details of his face. His jaws clamped down as he devoured his second slice. I could just approximate the muscles of his jaws tensing along his temples; I imagined their incredible strength. His eyebrows were thick and his forehead possessed an almost Neanderthal-ish ridge along the brow. Behind his ears was the thick ring of fat that formed his bull neck. It was mostly hidden by his hair, but was just visible spilling over onto the huge hairy slope of his shoulders and back. His nose was kinda big and broad, with the usual Caucasian slant. His thick lips pressed together as he chewed; I didn't need to imagine their strength. His teeth were pretty normal, not perfectly straight or pearly white, but not yellow, messed up, or missing. Over the two weeks I'd known him, I'd really taken a fancy to his looks. By that point he was incredibly handsome to me.
Mike finished his third slice while I reached the crust of my first. He reached out for a can of coke, which looked tiny in his hand. He fumbled at the tab with his fat fingers before I offered assistance. With my crust between my teeth, I used the advantage of feminine fingernails. Mike gave me a cute little nod as thank you and proceeded to suck back the coke in seconds. He crushed the empty can with one hand and tossed it on the table. The sight of him crumpling the metal effortlessly and the sound of his big gulps held my attention. He noticed me fawning over him, and gave me another little treat by bringing a fist to his mouth and muffling a deep belch. It forced a little laugh from me.
"So you like watching me eat?" I hesitated on my answer to that.
"Uh...I guess so. I like...a man with a big appetite. It's nice to satisfy a big appetite like yours." I threw my crust back in the box and leaned my forearms into his huge thigh. "Do I satisfy your appetite?"
Mike looked down at me without any smile, still chewing. "Oh yeah..."
"Hmm..." I propped myself up on straight arms to get closer to him and pressed my palms into his belly. "That's good. I want to satisfy every inch of you."
I hiked the corner of his robe up and moved my opposite leg over his so that I was straddling his thigh. My knee was trapped between the warm, snug enclave of his belly and his thigh roll. I pressed one hand into the thick carpet of his black chest hair and began to pet him. The coarse fibers nestled between my fingers and filled my hands.
