They had been in contact for almost six months, both married, both with children, his older than hers but then he was the elder of the two of them by almost 10 years.
It had taken a lot of work on his part to break through her barriers, his alarm bells ringing when they first made contact through a chat room online. Her continued refusal to let him see what she looked like made him think that she was one of the many fakes that he knew were about. The actual explanation was far simpler, she was a big girl. He loved BBWs and became almost obsessive about seeing her until finally, she had caved in and sent him an everyday picture of her with her son.
The first thing he did was to ask why she was so reticent to send her picture to him. She replied that she did not know. She just did not like people to see how big she was.
He sat at his computer and shook his head in disbelief as he red the words coming up on the screen. He told her that he she was very pretty and he would love to see more of her. She replied with her customary 'LOL' and said she could not understand why. He replied that he found big women extremely sexy and just loved to see all the curves and contours, the ripples as a big woman moved, he stopped in mid sentence unable to voice how he felt any longer, words muddled, unable to be typed.
Looking at the words on the screen she felt moved to make a promise. 'I promise to take an up to date photo for you' she typed. 'Thank you' came the reply and the conversation continued until it was time to return to their respective normalities. PC shut down, she sat back and reflected on her promise, it was so long since any photos had been taken of her by anyone. Before her marriage she had never been this shy, she had been fun loving, sexually experimenting, enjoying life and lovers alike. Now she hated attention, never felt comfortable with her body anymore, never wanting it to have that attention, although she did crave affection.
The following morning after the family had been delivered to both work and school, she set up her camera and started to take photos. A sudden fit of pique washed over her and she thought, well if he wants photos, he can have them. She took them from every conceivable angle of every part of her body. Transferring them to her PC, she sat and waited for him to appear, knowing he would as soon as he could manage it.
Around her, her housework became neglected as she became infatuated with the words coming from the other end of the screen. Complimentary, flattering, attentive, caring. She mentally chastised herself for believing them all, she had been caught out before. What made him so different? She had no idea but she was becoming more and more convinced that he was genuine, that bit by bit she could trust him. Give him information about herself while protecting her family at the same time.
She smiled as a new message box appeared on the screen. 'Good morning' the message read. She replied, 'Good morning, I have something for you' and sent it through to him. 'Oh yes?' came back his reply. She typed no more and just simply sent the first picture. He accepted and downloaded it then opened it on his monitor. She sat at the other end, biting her lip, waiting to hear, convinced that he would take one look at the picture and not want to talk to her anymore.
'Oh bloody hell woman, you are stunning.' She read the words in disbelief and answered gingerly 'Erm, thank you.' 'Do you have more?' he asked. 'Yes I do, what did you want to see?' she asked emboldened. 'Anything, EVERYthing' he answered and she sent the 20 photographs she had taken for him, one by one. Each one elicited exclamations of pleasure from him. As she sent the last one she also sent the text 'thats it'. He accepted the photo and looked at it. With a deep sigh he sat back and looked at the photographs of her spread across his screen. 'Thank you' he typed. She simply sent back an embarrassed emote.
He jumped on it straight away. 'Don't ever be embarrassed about yourself, you are beautiful.' He typed. She sat looked at her screen, reading as tears ran down her face. No one ever called her beautiful, she didn't think she was, she was not even pretty in her eyes, any prettiness was hidden behind years and layers of fat. Any sign of prettiness had gone with the child as far as she was concerned.
'There is one photo I would still like to see' he typed. 'Oh yes?' she answered. 'Your full body, naked.' She sat and looked at the screen unable to comprehend why someone, anyone would actually want to see her with no clothes on. Admittedly her husband never said anything but then it wasn't something he had ever commented on. 'Well I did take one, but its horrible.' She sent.
'Please may I see?' he asked. She sat with tears running down her face, convinced he would find excuses as she sent the picture to him. The download finished and she sat in silence waiting. 'HOW can you ever believe you are not beautiful?' He typed onto the screen. 'Oh god woman, the fold of your belly.....' closely followed by 'I want to kiss it!' She laughed loudly taken back by the suddenness of the written words. 'Why on EARTH would you want to kiss THAT??' she asked.
'Because it is truly beautiful, don't you see that?' he replied. 'No, all I see is ugly, fat and rolling, how on earth can that be beautiful?' He sat reading his screen shaking his head in disbelief unable to understand why she did not think the same as him, why she had such a low view of herself. 'Well I certainly don't see the beauty that you profess to see.' She finished.
'You beautiful woman, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. To me, everything about you is beautiful and stunning. What do you see when you look at yourself? From top to bottom, describe you.' He sent the message, sat back and waited, not entirely sure she would answer.
'Grey hair, nice eyes, small nose, full lips. Double, TREBLE, chin, saggy tits, massive belly. My arse is OK, quite a good shape, tea tray arse lol. Thick thighs, fat knees, solid calves and big feet. Thats me.' She sent it and went and made a drink while she waited for him to answer. When she returned she found he had sent the following.
'Grey hair, aren't we all? Cum-fuck-me-eyes, button nose, so cute, kissable lips Mmmmm. Double chin, lovely, kissable, saggy tits, means they're real. Massive belly, yes its big but would lose myself happily in it. God your arse is magnificent, I would never stop grabbing it, the shape is wonderful. Big thighs, wrap them around me one day? I want to kiss your knees and slide my hands down your calves. Toes, can I suck them? THATS you. Beautiful, compact, stunning, pretty. I would love to get my hands on you.'
As she finished reading, another message popped up, 'Are you there? Is everything ok?' 'Yes' she typed, 'I am simply lost for words.' He sat and watched the words come up on the screen, then, taking a deep breath, took the plunge. 'Can I possibly phone you at some point?' he asked. She sat and looked at the words on the screen, wanting to say yes but so afraid that it would compromise everything, break all her rules not to get involved, not to risk home life.
'Maybe one day.' She had answered and he had accepted the answer with good grace. It had taken another six weeks to pluck up the courage to give him her mobile number and that first conversation had been short but amicable. A week later, he was phoning her at home, hours spent in conversation and wishes, her photos to him becoming both more frequent and more daring until one day she shot a short video of herself naked. He could not see her face in it, she could not deal with that yet and she waited, barely able to breathe as he downloaded it onto his computer. 'May I?' he asked, 'Of course' she replied and 30 seconds later, the phone rang.
"Hello you," she said, "What did you think?"
"I am about to watch it," he replied.
She sat in silence waiting.
"Oh fuck you are beautiful," he breathed, "fuck look at that beautiful belly, god you are stunning."
She giggled nervously, "No I am not, I am just me."
"No, I am going to repeat myself. You ARE beautiful." He sighed, obviously still watching it. "My god look at that arse, can I smack it?"
She laughed loudly, "If you want."
