She was a BBW (or,Big Beautiful Woman), fine and classy, and tasty. You talk about a woman who knew how to be fine and then add some zesty taste to just who she was, man this girl was FINE. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Time for a little slow down, a lil' rewind.
I'd been in the apartment for about 4 years. Rare anymore to be in the same apartment for so long. The longest any person stayed in the apartment I was in was 1 year. So, for me to be there for so long..yeah, I got to know the new people fairly quick. So, when this fine looking woman came walking up the hallway, titties bouncing, ass doing a gentle wave, I just KNEW. If she didn't HAVE a man, she was going to GET a man. If she played hard to get, well..that just made it sweeter when I'd get to show her that I'm 'hard to pound'.
I'm pretty sure that the glances she gave me were along the lines of "What's this white man doing in an all black neighborhood?" "Why's that white man looking at me like I'm new meat?" "What does a white man have that a black man don't?" Well, shit. I don't really give a flying clustermuck what a black brother has that this white brother may or may not have. I've lived among my peeps for so long, they know I'm just a black brother stuck in a white man's body.
She had walked past my apartment several times, carrying her belongings in..when my eyes finally stopped clicking mental pictures for my brain to say, "Yo! Feet and arms, get to moving. If she wants your help, you gotta start making it available." Quick as I could, I followed her down the steps to where the moving van was. And I was surprised! There was twice as much stuff in my apartment room than what she was unloading. I really got to wondering whether she'd ever slept on a bed because there was only a fold-out couch. I almost began to pity this fine soul.
"Hi, my name is Tweeds." I said it as easygoing as I could.
"Tweeds? What kind of name is that?" She looked me up and down as I tried my hardest to not let her see that I already had a boner.
"Well, I'm actually Dutch, but the name is Scottish for "jacket". I just wanna show you how I can be your jacket and be a comfortable one at that. It's not my real name, but "tweeds" is just easier to say and actually sounds like a 'hood name." I woulda told her my name was 88Fingers, but who feels up a woman with all 88 fingers?
"Ok Tweeds..or whatever your name is. My name is Ty, or "Tyra". You can call me either or. And if you keep looking at me like you're going to eat me, you'd better prepare yourself. I don't want you nibbling ANY part of me unless you plan on using something like Jaws of Life. I got a tough exterior and I'm not about to let just any cracker butter me up for another waste of time."
I got the message, loud and clear. This woman had to be worked up the right way or there would be no way that I would be able to use a woody on her. The rest of the moving was done in mostly silence. I was probably the only brother in the apartment that wasn't stoned or drunk. If there were any that weren't either of that, they were napping.
I made sure to grab the last box, even though it was light enough that she could've picked it up. "After you," I said with a smile. It seemed that her tough exterior was wearing off because she smiled and it reached her eyes as well. I followed her and DAMN, I was enjoying the view. An ass that swayed and sashayed..almost as though she was inviting me to 'tap that.'
I placed the box on the floor and surveyed the area. Ty had brought herself some liquids, but with her appliances not being turned on till later, she'd have to rely on somewhere else or somebody else for water. I turned to see her reaching for her small purse and opening it up.
"What do I owe you?" She asked with a "darn, now he has to leave" tone of voice. Without looking at her money, I knew she was a woman of means. But, I was not the kind of man to bounce in on a woman with means..especially if she used them just to move around.
"Look," I reached forward and put my hand over her open purse. "By you paying me, I'd feel like a moving company person. I live her, I'm not about to get extra dough just for helping another person move in. So, I'll tell you what. Since you let me help you with your moving, come on down to my apartment for a chance to use the facilities. I mean, your porcelain throne ain't gonna be flushing within a day yet..so you might as well use mine. And REALLY, I don't mind. Not like I ain't seen a thing or two in my young lifetime."
She opened her mouth to protest, but I could see the idea working already in her mind. Without saying a word, she closed her mouth again and gave me a grin. "Maybe I could use a bit of freshening up. I keep forgetting how nice it is to have a bathroom that works right when you get to a spot. And you're right, I am a woman of means. Which means.."she threw me a flirty wink, "that I might be more willing to let you get a bit friendly with me."
I raised my left eyebrow in fake shock and she just chuckled. I waited till she had locked her door. This time, I led to my apartment and I heard her follow. Unlocking and opening my door, I was glad that I'd cleaned up the place and put in some new air fresheners. Even though I have no sense of smell, I know most women DO. I'd taken a shower a night ago, but the warm air and the job of moving boxes had made me sweat a bit. I just hoped it wouldn't be too much to be stinky.
"Could you close and lock the door, please? Around here, I don't like just anybody walking in on my business even if it's during the day. People got no manners around her, you feel me?" I wanted to be truthful. Truth was, I didn't have much of a business to walk in on, but setting some sort of standard for a locked door seemed like a necessity.
She turned around and once again, I got a good look at her ass. Now, I wouldn't call her 'huge', but there is something to be appreciated of big hips. I knew from being with a white BBW, those cheeks were BOUND to be warm..maybe a tad sweaty..and definitely edible. Along with the added heat benefit of a BBW, I knew her pussy lips would be succulent and soft..and I could hardly wait to see what hers looked and tasted like.