There are certain things in life that you never see coming. I never in a million years would have imagined myself doing the things I am about to divulge to you, but I never knew what it was like to be completely owned by emotion either. The idea of living to please someone else was incomprehensible, incomprehensible, until him.
I was 21. Just coming into my own and finally hitting my stride in life. Tall, full figured, long golden curls, piercing green eyes, and soft pouty lips. Men, as a rule, were drawn to me. I never had trouble getting attention, and to be honest it was more of a curse than a blessing; having been paid far too much attention, far too young. At this point however, I had come to embrace my past. Though shy, and insecure, I felt confident sexually.
After a very bad relationship and an even worse break up, I found myself on a popular website for personals. I needed attention, distraction, love, anything! Desperate to drown myself in someone else and forget every feeling from the past year, I posted an ad:
BBW seeking someone fun, open minded, and easy on the eyes. Not looking for anything specific, but open to possibilities. 21 years old, I work I drive, I bathe...what more can you ask for?
A flood of emails came in over the next 24 hours. There were hundreds of desperate, old, pervy men. I'd seen more photos of cock in that one day than I had in my entire life. In a word...overwhelming. However, a sparse few were charming and seemed relatable. One in particular struck me. Potpoppa, a name that made me laugh in itself, had sent a face picture, along with a witty, funny, sentence that made me want to know more.
We exchanged emailed for weeks. It was so nice to laugh and not feel judged by anything. I flirted with him HARD. Soaking in the sweet silver tongued man, and finding myself day dreaming about what it would be like to be near him. Not being able to take the suspense anymore I asked to meet him.
It was January 27th. The day after my birthday. We had plans to meet, I was going to his house to watch a movie and put a face with the correspondence. Around 8:00 pm , I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the front door. After a moment he appeared tall, shaved head, crystal blue eyes with a broad/athletic build. He smiled wide and welcomed me in, hugging me almost instantly. He smelled of Irish springs and a faint cologne ...maybe old spice.
The entry went right into the living room where there was a long chocolate sectional couch, a fireplace, and the tv standing by with the movie menu. It was warm and welcoming. I walked towards the couch, his right hand falling to my lower back, guiding me to my seat. My face was becoming flush and I knew he could see it as he gave me a little giggle as we sat next to each other. He was so handsome. His eyes, kind. His face though looked his age of 42, was rugged and warm.
As we talked his rough hands stroked my forearm. Our fingers tangling momentarily and then moving again. I felt an overwhelming electricity in his presence. His touch instantly illuminating the physical needs I had been ignoring for months. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, watching his mouth move as he spoke...wanting nothing more than to taste them. The moments of eye contact left me breathless. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to stroke his fingers across my skin to accentuate his words. Like picking strings on a guitar, methodically, melting me into a needing pool of Fuck me.
His hand between my shoulder blades, stroking my skin gently. He leaned in and let his mouth adventure through my hair to my neck. Kissing my cheek, my jawline, my ear. His stubble tickling me, causing goose bumps that amplified every movement of that mouth I was longing for. But he wouldn't kiss me. Not directly. He teased. Looking into my eyes as he weakened my barriers of shyness until finally, brick by brick it collapsed. My hands that had been fumbling on his sides, tightening and releasing on his shirt as I went through waves of sensation, moved up and grabbed his face. Pulling his mouth to mine, I kissed him deeply.
