I turned into the parking lot of the motel and checked in at the main desk to get my room for the night. I had heard about the National Association To Advance Fat Acceptance, (NAAFA), but had always been a little wary about attending a dance or other function where I didn't know anyone. At 52, I wasn't getting any younger, so this would be the night.
I entered the ballroom, and the lights were dim, with a DJ already cranking out the tunes. I paid my $25 at the entrance table where two beautiful large ladies were taking money and greeting everyone with warm inviting smiles. Both were wearing exotic scoop necked dresses, showing their ample cleavage and plentiful curves. I estimated that each of them topped the scale at 300, delicious pounds, and my heart began to beat a little faster, as I wondered why I never attended an event in the past.
There were about 125 people already at the event which had only been in progress for a half hour, and unlike most dances, which are slow to get started, the floor was filled with beautiful full bodied women moving provocatively to the Classic Rock.
I moved to the bar and ordered a beer and began to move my body slightly to the music. I tipped the bottle and emptied half of it, trying to relax a little. I have loved large bodied women since high school and I was like a kid in a candy store.
"Better go easy on that beer. The night is young."
I looked to my right, and could only stare. There sitting on the stool next to me was the most gorgeous woman I have ever encountered. She was wearing a silk spaghetti strapped dress which clung to the soft folds of her skin and large stomach. She definitely had a full voluptuous body and was not ashamed to show it off.
"I'm Jenny. Buy a lady a drink? The next round will be on me."
"Nice to meet you Jenny. I'm Steve. Bartender... Please get the lady a..."
"A gin and tonic please."
The beautiful dress had ridden up 4-5 inches about her knees as she sat with her large legs slightly parted. The thick bulging calves tapered into smaller ankles with the sexiest feet in toeless low heels. Her toenails were painted an exotic light pink and fit perfectly with the rest of her sensual classic beauty.
I was lost in the pools of her liquid brown eyes as she sipped at her drink with moist pouting lips. I could have stared at her all night as my eyes continued to roam over her massive arms and breasts.
"Would you like to dance?"
When she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes, it broke me out of my trance.
"Oh sorry. Did you say something?"
"Yes, I said would you like to dance?"