This really happened to me many years ago, before the concept of fuck-buddies or Friends With Benefits ever came up; before you had to wear a condom or die; when the things some people did were the things "people just didn't do."
Darden was her last name. Her first was Danella, which I thought was hokey, so I called her Darden. She was cool with that. I met her at work; found out we were neighbors; offered her dinner "some time." Like that.
You have to understand that while most guys would have found her a little too heavy and little less attractive than they wanted from a girl, I found her incredibly sexy. Yes, she was a bit hefty but very curvy. She was only in her early twenties so heavy or not, she was firm and sort of fit (I could see that when she wore sleeveless tops) and her legs were shapely. She was average height, 5'5", maybe 5'6", dark shoulder-length hair. Plain looking. But she seemed smart and very together as a person and, for what I thought was good reason, I would have fucked her if she offered.
First off, she had amazing tits and a smallish waist, for me a lethal combination on an essentially zaftig chick. I would see her almost daily and those tits would offer a thrill every time. She didn't really show them off. They just seemed to say, Born To Be Squeezed.
As I said, she had shapely legs, too. She did show those off, though: she always wore black high-heeled pumps, tightish skirts that always hit her at just the right spot (for me) above the knee. And stockings instead of the dreaded pantyhose. How did I know, you ask? Because in more than one meeting, I had the chance to catch a glance of some very appealing thigh above the tops. So while I didn't pursue her, like I said, I would have fucked her if she offered.
Amazing.
She actually offered.
Over the course of nearly a year we had worked together, joked around, got friendly. She turned out to be smart, helpful and professional. She had teased me a couple of times about the dinner offer and finally I set a date. No. Not a date date. Come to my place and I'll make my special Single Guy's Homemade Sloppy Joe. This Friday unless some guy asks you out. Sure thing ... Can I bring wine? Whatever.
And so Friday came (and so did we, but I'm getting ahead of myself). Darden came straight from the office and arrived with wine. We killed the bottle with dinner, so we were lit but not looped.
You don't need to know about the whole after-dinner blahblah. Bullshit small talk. Let me take you straight to the kiss.
I had bought some new music and a great set of headphones and I said "You have to hear this" so she put on the headphones and listened for a minute or two (I had it pretty well cranked) and turned to me with a joyous smile. As if she knew something delightful.
And she kissed me. Out of the blue, she cupped my face with her hands and kissed me, lips slightly parted, no tongue, and held it for ... a while. And I was moved to go for more. I parted her lips with my tongue and she came back at me, big time.
I was astounded by the intensity of it and how we had moved from friendly banter to the edge of hotness. I helped. I kissed back just as urgently and experienced an instant total hard-on. We came up for air and she hugged me tightly to her. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, stopping just at the top of her shapely round ass.
She raised her lips to me again, her tongue even quicker in my mouth and I felt her grind her crotch hard against mine. She pulled away, gasped for breath and smiled at me. "I made your cock hard," she laughed, teasing me, and resumed the kiss.
Permission to board ship having been granted, I slid my palms down and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pushed them even further inward on my groin. I lifted my right hand to cup and squeeze a breast through her thin sweater and bra. She made a little, mewling noise. As we kissed she ran her palm up and down the length of my chino covered dick, pulled her face back and broke into a big smile.
I'm not kidding -- I was flattered. I just looked at her like an idiot, my hands playing on the curve of her hips and the sides of her waist. We were both a little breathless.
Finally, I said, "What's happening here?"
"We're going to be grownup about this and fuck each other, but not so fast, speedy. I like to play around first, make it last longer. That's okay, isn't it?" "Ya, ya ya, absolutely," said Mr. Smooth. What the fuck is "Ya"?
"Do you have a robe or something" she asked, almost matter-of-factly.
"On the hook behind the bathroom door."
She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. In a nanosecond I was down to my skivvies, which had several spots from the pre-cum that had seeped out in just those brief moments. I never took my eyes off the bathroom door.
It opened in next to no time. Darden turned out the light and walked toward me, wearing my white terry robe. The lights in the living room were still full, and I could see that her skin was flushed. She was as hot as I was. She stopped maybe ten feet from me. "I want you to know something," she said. She paused for a moment. "I love to do this. I mean, I really love to do this."
I didn't know what the hell to say. This plain young woman had taken on a whole new persona. My cock was throbbing and she was gorgeous.
She started toward me again, undoing the belt and letting the robe fall slightly open. She had taken off her sweater, her bra and her skirt. Her breasts were everything I had imagined --magnificent; high and full, her nipples already darkened with blood, her areola flushed and large, the perfect size for their ample background of plump flesh. Her panties were blue silk, with thin side straps that swooped high up over her hips, extending her leg line. The patch between her legs pulled low and tight against her pussy, exuding mystery, inviting exploration. She was still wearing the black, opaque stockings and high heels. Her legs looked long enough for a six-footer. Her solid thighs above the black tops of her stockings begged to be worshipped.
She came to me and put her arms up around my neck. "You like?" she asked with a suggestive smile. I just nodded back and looked down between us as she closed that space with her body. "You can look all you want. I like to be looked at." She lowered her arms and with her fingers hooked my waistband and pulled my skivvies down, kneeling as she did, and when they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them as she used her right hand to remove them completely and her left to hold and gently stroke my cock. "I like," she said.
