I was 20 years old and a normal guy. I did not have luck with girls. Although I was tall, I was quite skinny. I have black hair and blue eyes. However, I always loved full figured girls. I would become instantly hard if I see one. I had a once off experience with a skinny drunk girl so yes I am not a virgin but felt like one. That first experience was very unpleasant, because it felt wrong.
As I walk out of my flat one day, I saw a beautiful girl. She was full figured and wore a short black skirt. Her prominent breasts looked so wonderful; they were full, very firm and perfectly round: definitely a DD. She walks up straight and in that white blouse looked so appealing. Although she was a bit plump, the part of her legs that I could see looked just right and so sexy. She also had long red fingernails and short blond hair. Her sexy face had great features and her stunning mouth was full yet in proportion. I had to speak to her. I walk towards her and smile.
"What a nice day here in London in June, I love this time of year," I said.
"Yes its lovely, nice time of day to walk," she said smiling.
Just then, she got onto the bus and off she went.
That night I had a new fantasy girl in my bed as I relief myself and it felt so good. I wish I could see her again. I would want to please her.
Three weeks later, I went to a pub and there she was, all by herself, just as fabulous as I remembered. Would she remember me?
I walk up to her and said" Hi"
She smiled, "Hi, walk man. I am Samantha."
I saw her nice white teeth and appealing blue eyes.
"I am Barry, glad you remembered me," I said.
"Without being forward, may I get you a drink?" I asked.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Ok a Gordon's gin and tonic."
I order two of that and we sat down at a table in the corner. She wore a sexy black skirt not to short not to long and a cream coloured blouse, she really looked so good actually awesome. We start chatting and I told her I worked as a property administrator's assistant. She told me she was a creditor's clerk. She lived in flat about two miles from me all by herself. We chat some more and my shyness seemed to be less. I could not belief that she was actually chatting to me the normal skinny guy.
She was thinking why such a nice guy would be chatting to me an overweight plump girl.
She had to go then and as she got up she give me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I was in love and Samantha too. That night Samantha also had a new fantasy man in her room while she was touching herself. If he could be with her right now, she would love him deep in her.
Three months later, I ran a marathon and as I entered just with in the cut-off time, I notice a familiar person in the medical tent. It was Samantha. I got my Pepsi and walk over to the tent. There she was doing voluntary admin work for the race.
I said, "Hi" and smile.
She looked tired but yes still awesome.
She smile back but looked tired.
"Glad to see you can't wait to get home and relax. I'm waiting for my lift," she said.
"Ill take you home," I informed her.
We arrived at her home and she offered me a drink.
"My shoulders are so stiff for working all day," she complaint
"I'll massage them for you," I replied, without even thinking about my tiredness.
"You not to tired?" she said looking me straight into the eye.
"No its fine," I said looking back into those shining blue eyes.
Just to touch her would be wonderful. Who could be tired next to such beauty? I start massaging her shoulders and to be so close to her felt so good. She was lying on the bed on her stomach, still fully clothed. She looked so divine.
"You don't have some cream that I could use it will really help for your stiff muscles," I asked her.
She gave me some. She took her top off without showing me any breasts and lie down on her stomach again. What would I give to see those sexy breasts? I got the cream from her and start to rub it in. She unhooks her bra at the back. I concentrate on the place where the bra made a mark. She was enjoying it. Then she sat up straight still covering her breasts with her bra.
"Do you like me?" she asks, blushing a little bit.
"Of course I do," I answered honestly.
"Why, do you think I am pretty?" she replied.
