Her fifth floor apartment was stifling hot with stale late-spring air, and she knew it was a perfect night to relax on the balcony. She had just come in from the gym and her workout clothes were still plastered to her body. Dark rings of sweat showed through the arms and back of her loose fitting top.
She had been on a workout regimen for awhile now, ever since her boyfriend of five years left her for being "just too fat". It had been a wake up call for her, as she was almost approaching three hundred pounds. But now, she had lost some weight and toned up a little. She enjoyed seeing the progress as she gazed at herself in the mirror before taking a shower. She was beginning to admire her curves. Her ass was perkier than before but her breasts were still large enough to get stares from complete strangers.
She was determined to win her ex back just as soon as she lost another twenty pounds. A pang of hurt hit her as she thought of him, and now, like she had done before, decided maybe it would just be better to find someone new.
She was a virgin when she met Tommy in a local chat room. He was charming and sweet to her, but better yet, he claimed he loved big women. He had rocked her world for a little while, teaching her things that she didn't even see in movies. She had yet to enjoy the company of another man, but hell if she didn't think about sex almost every day. She hated to admit how horny she was, because she knew that if Tommy wanted her that she would take him... even if it were only for sex.
Every time she took a shower in the same one they had shared so many times, she remembered being on her knees, the water cascading down her hair as she pleasured him. His cock always looked tastier wet. He loved to cum on her large breasts...
She tried to shake the memories from her mind. Even though she liked her newfound body, sometimes she felt too fat and too hopeless to find another man who would touch her. She knew that she wasn't ugly, but she also knew if she heard "You'd be so much prettier if you just lost a little weight", she'd scream.
After she stepped out of the shower, she dressed in a sheer silk robe and combed her hair. Her hair was completely drenched still, as she hoped that would cool her down in the hot apartment. The water from her hair made the silky robe almost transparent. Her hard nipples showed through the fabric. She hated feeling so sexy and fresh without someone else appreciating it. She wished there were someone waiting for her when she stepped out of the shower, someone she could straddle with her robe falling open... water rivets sliding down her naked flesh...
She sighed. She needed to stop reading so many romance novels.
She grabbed an almost empty tub of Healthy Choice ice cream from the freezer, clicked on a small clock radio, and stepped outside. Her apartment faced the third building of the complex, and minus her and a few families, there were only old decrepit couples that occupied the buildings. Luckily, that meant it was usually peaceful and she could enjoy her balcony without other people watching her.
She could watch her TV from her favorite patio chair. More often than not, she usually had in a dirty, hardcore movie. It was a pathetic existence, she told herself, but it kept her horniness at bay. She could pleasure herself and daydream and not go out and whore herself. Still, she felt more than a little silly sometimes.
It was hard to refrain from masturbating. And especially when she watched two or three of her favorite scenes, she could barely keep her hands off of herself. Sometimes, it felt amazing to sit outside and watch her movies while enjoying herself. She could discreetly open her legs, and play. She could open her robe or pull down her top and pretend that a horny man was pumping his cock as he watched her from across the way. That fantasy got her off the most.
I need a life, she sighed. I need to go out and meet someone and just have a fling. Get it out of my system!
While masturbating to porno wasn't exactly moral, a fling was absolutely against everything she taught and everything she believed. She believed in love and that sex was reserved for long-term relationships. Unfortunately, that belief was so strong that all she could do was jerk off the porn and fantasize.
She had visited internet romance chat rooms every now and then, but sometimes felt a little too tempted to meet one of the chatters offline for a little fun. One time, she had even showered and dressed before deciding to call off the tryst at the last minute.
Tonight, she was just horny enough to sign on again. A little cyber sex and then she'd be set for a couple days. Fantasizing and flirting wasn't totally against her morals, especially since the other person couldn't see her face to face.
Hello, bigbrunette23, greeted the screen. Her mailbox was empty, which was sad considering she hadn't checked it for three weeks now. Sometimes she wished she had become an Internet Personality, maybe then she would have "friends" and wouldn't feel so lonely.
She clicked on a local romance chatroom, which inhabited only a few visitors. She planned on lurking around and waiting for someone to IM her. After waiting for almost an hour and a half, she decided it was time to watch porn and jerk herself to sleep. Before she clicked Sign Off, an instant message appeared on her screen.
Hey Big Brunette, it said. Just how big are you?
What an absurd question, she thought. She almost had half a mind to start telling this person off, before she realized his screen name was MrBHM69. Instead of telling him off, she played coy: How big are you? she typed.
I'm 6'2", 350, and I have a nine inch cock, he responded. Immediately, her body felt flush and hot. A big man with a big cock, how could she go wrong?
Sounds good, she wrote. How big do you like? Maybe he would end up being like Tommy, the man who claimed he loved big women then left her for being too big.
As big as they can get! he wrote with a smile face.
When she finally got the nerve to give him her stats, she was afraid that he wouldn't respond. But, instead, he said, Sexy!
They flirted for almost an hour before he started to ask her deeply personal questions that made her body ache. She could feel herself moisten down there, and could almost feel his big nine-incher thrust between her legs. They shared their sexual fantasizes with each other, and even though she lied most of the time, she actually told him the truth. I want someone to watch me while I masturbate, she wrote hesitantly. He responded enthusiastically.
Where do you live? He had asked her this three times already and she eluded the question.
Finally, she bit her lip and said, Vista View Apartments.
Really? Seriously? he asked.
Yes. I do.
Me too!!!! he wrote. I'm in building 3, the top floor.
She coughed, choking on her water. Stop lying... she wrote.
He finally convinced her that he lived there. When he told her the apartment number, she realized that his apartment faced hers, although it was three floors up.
You don't happen to have a pic, do you? he asked.
She did. It was an older picture, before she had lost most of her weight. Her chin was flabbier and she felt it was a disgusting picture. Reluctantly, she sent it anyways.
I've seen you around! he typed. I've wanted to talk to you before...
She stopped. There was no way this was happening.
After a minute of not seeing anything written from her, he said, I didn't mean to freak you out. Sorry.
