It had been six years since she'd fucked anyone. Now, after some time and therapy, she was ready to move forward. For years she'd hidden herself under hand-me-down sweats 2 sizes too big, and passed on things like makeup and fancy underwear. It was easy to forget she was an absolute babe who'd been unsuccessfully beating the boys off with a stick since she was a teenager - and that was the point.
Now her jeans hugged every dip and curve, red lipstick highlighted her big smile, and the push-up bra cradling her DDs even hypnotized her when she passed by a mirror. She was 5'8", with long legs, thick thighs, a fat ass, and round hips. Her red hair hung down to the middle of her back, her honey-coloured eyes were lined with long dark lashes, and her cheeks were naturally rosy. Marina was a perfect hourglass, but at 340 lbs she was just a little more woman than men were really prepared to handle.
Or at least, that's what her friends told her.
She'd always loved touching herself, her body. She loved how soft and round she felt. She relished the heft in her breasts, the handfuls of soft skin she grabbed from her thighs, and every one of the 60 inches that rest between her hips. Even now, in her friend's bathroom, she couldn't help but run her hands over her tits and feel her nipples get hard. She moved her hand slowly down and found the waistband of her pants, the zipper on her jeans. The door was locked, her eyes were closed, and before she knew it her fingers had found their way to her already wet pussy. She worked quickly on her clit, rubbing a circle around it with her right hand, while the left pulled one of her tits from the top of her shirt, and popped the nipple in her mouth. If that had been a man's lips, greedy and hot and surrounded by stubble, she'd have come almost instantly, but it would only take a few minutes by herself.
She could feel the pressure building between her legs and knew that if she kept on like this she'd have a big wet spot on her pants to explain to Noah. She didn't really need her weed guy to know she was a squirter. She reluctantly pulled her fingers out from between her lips, grabbed a towel rom the rack, slipped her pants to the floor and bent over the sink. She held the towel between her legs, and before she slipped her fingers back inside, she put the other nipple in her mouth and sucked.
A waterfall careened out of her pussy while she moaned into the fleshy mound in her mouth. Her fingers kept working and another shockwave ran through her. Her breast slipped from her mouth and they both swung while her hips rocked her against the edge of the sink. In her mind, a second pair of hips was ramming into her from behind.
She composed herself as quickly as she could, buried the towel soaked in her pussy juice in the hamper, and straightened out her clothes before leaving the bathroom. Luckily she managed to come quickly, and Noah didn't seem to think she'd been gone that long.
Probably because he wasn't alone anymore.
Marina had known Noah for 10 years; he was her best friend and her hook-up. He only sold to friends, but he had a lot of them and they regularly stopped by while she was visiting.
When she got back to the living room, Noah a Travis - a friend of Noah's from high school - were about to light a joint. Marina had met Travis a couple of times before, with his girlfriend, before her little break from parties and fun. He always seemed nice and had a way of making everyone around him laugh. Noah re-introduced them, and when she met Travis's blue eyes she noticed he looked... hungry. He struggled to pull his gaze away from her tits for the rest of the session. That IS why she was wearing a low cut, tight black sweater after all. When he squeezed her hand and told her how nice it was to see her again he licked his lips and quickly re-arranged his cock in his pants.
Every time he passed her the joint he looked at her with the same hungry look and she could feel her pussy pulse with need and her hard nipples stretched against the fabric of her bra.
Even after 8 years, she still didn't want to just sleep with anyone, but Travis was a lot sexier than she remembered. His dark red hair was longer than she'd ever seen it, with his perfect curls hanging near his eyes. The dark blue frames of his glasses made his icy eyes and fiery beard pop right out. His tight t-shirt revealed that he'd been hitting the gym - hard. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the lines of musculature on his arms. A good amount of red chest hair peeked over the collar of his shirt, and she imagined herself grabbing fistfuls of it as she rode his dick - the outline of which was getting more and more visible through his jeans.
