As Chris gave me directions to his house I thought about the fact that it had been at least seven years since I had met a guy and ended up naked with him within hours of meeting, not since I was 21. And yet here I was driving back from the desert where Chris and I had ended up going wild with oral sex just hours after I met him and now we were going back to his house to finish.
I had met Chris at the local truckstop where I was having late night coffee with friends, one of whom had gone to high school with him. Chris had been on the pay phone in the hall outside the restaurant and I had been struck by him right away, tall and broad he was wearing all black. His tight jeans and form fitting black t-shirt would have caught my attention but the full length black leather trench was an added bonus. His dark Native American looks and silk smooth curtain of waist length black hair made me catch my breath.
I sat at the table with my friends talking and laughing and was surprised when my friend Bobby introduced us all to Chris, when he sat next to me I felt as if I had melted. He told us all how a girl he had dated for a few weeks had stolen his car and was driving to Nevada where she thought the people at Area 51 could prove she was half alien. We ended up talking about our mutual love for muscle cars and about our jobs and flirting.
I finally realized that our friends had set us up, as all of them bailed out and Bobby suggested I give Chris a ride home. Chris and I flirted more and then found ourselves driving out to a small park out in the desert outside of town. I ended up putting the car on cruise control and giving Chris a handjob as I drove and he tweaked my nipples through my shirt.
Out at Buff Bluff around 3 in the morning we found ourselves alone and proceeded to torment each other to screaming orgasms, ok so I had maybe half a dozen including one from Chris playing with the back of my knees and yes I did most of the screaming. Chris finally suggested we go to his house as the sky began to lighten and told me he wanted to take me to bed for 2 days and not let me out. Sounded like a great idea to me,
We pulled up in front of Chris' house, a really nice newer place with a small but totally secluded yard. Even though he was only on maybe a 1/8th of an acre of land most of it was back yard and surrounded by a seven foot fence. Chris lead me into the house and showed me the ground floor, a huge living room with big screen TV, two wonderful overstuffed leather couches, an ottoman and a huge chair that could pass as a small love seat. The dining room was separate from both the front room and kitchen and was set up with a simple oak table for four. He lead me from there into the kitchen pointing out the full downstairs bathroom in the hall by the backdoor.
In his backyard he had a large Jacuzzi in his small yard, easily an eight person tub. Personally I would have love to jump right in the tub but Chris told me that he could not wait to get me into his bed and promised that we would tub before sleeping.
I took his hand and followed him up the stairs to the second floor. The upstairs was divided into two large bedrooms about the same size and a really large luxurious bathroom, like at my house one of the bedrooms was full of computer equipment he used to work at home with. He had told me how he was programer for computer games and I told him about designing websites including doing paysites for other people.
Following him into his bedroom I was struck by how huge his bed was, I have a king size but this one was even bigger. I asked him about it as we came through the door and he laughing admitted it was a California king and the biggest bed he could get without having it custom made.
"I really like to move around on my bed and I want to be comfortable, of course it nearly fills the room but that is ok."
The bedspread was super soft black cotton and there were at least a half dozen large soft looking pillows in matching covers. I honestly had not seen a young guy with a house so well put together and I mentioned it to him. "Blame my mom for the bed stuff, every birthday and Christmas she gets me entire sets, I have at least three black sets, a red set and navy blue one."
"Damn I want your mom to be my secret santa." I told him and leaned against the tall bed. Chris came over and wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long deep kiss that took my mind off of matched bedding and mothers.
I slid my arms around him under his black buttersoft leather trench coat and pressed my soft plump body against his large sturdy one. I could feel his cock hardening between us and found myself thinking that one of these times I was going to have him fuck me while he wears just the trench, maybe on one of those leather couches downstairs.
He moved me around so that he was the one leaning against the bed. "Lola I want you to strip for me, real slow and sensual. I want to watch you touch your body as you take off your clothes." Chris pulled himself up on the high bed and began to work the laces on his Doc Martin's, all the time staring at me with smokey eyes.
I felt as if I was blushing but I didn't resist, I slipped off my shoes and tossed them behind me and reached to my waist grasping the waistband of my long skirt in my hands. I slowly slid it down, letting my hands stroke my thighs then my calves as I brought the skirt down to the floor. I stepped out of it slowly and then drew my hands back up my body to the bottom of my shirt.
"No panties Lola, you are such a naughty girl." Chris' words sent a thrill through me.
I smiled back as I began to lift the lightweight top up over my belly, holding it between thumb and forefinger, I let my other fingers drag slowly across my soft plump belly thinking about how Chris' hands had felt when he had stroked it.
He had worked one boot off and tossed it into the corner watching me the entire time. For once in my life I had absolutely no doubt that the man I was with was totally aroused by my body and not in spite of it. The look in Chris' eyes proved to me that he was telling the truth when he told me that he thought I was beautiful and that he meant it when he said he was attracted to plus-sized women. Knowing that made me feel amazingly sexy and gave me incentive to tease him a bit.
I had reached my breasts and I slowed down even more as I dragged the top over the lace bra which was trying to hold in my full soft breasts. I spread my fingers and cupped my breasts for a moment before finally yanking the top over my head and dropping it at my feet. I stood there in just my bra.
I slid my hands back up from my waist to the underside of my breasts and cupped them again, lifting them up so that they half spilled over the full cups. I let my fingers trace over my lace-covered skin to the front center where the hooks and eyes were straining. Slowly from the top I began to unhook them, one after another until only the bottom two held my bra on me.
I looked and watched Chris watching me, I could see that his breathing had increased, that he looked almost dazed at the site of me before him and that gave me the courage to undo the last two hooks. Instead of letting the front of the bra fall away I quickly cupped it to my chest and gave Chris a cheeky grin.
