By the middle '90s, my wife and I had been married for more than twenty years. We still got along well, but her libido had greatly diminished.
I had taken a job which paid very well. However, it kept me on the road for weeks at a time. Though a few trips were by air, most of my travel was in my personal car. I had been on the road nearly two weeks when I met Sue.
Shortly after dark on a Saturday night, I stopped for the night in central Illinois. As usual, I stayed at a motel that was part of a well known, nation-wide, chain.
After getting settled in my room, I decided to go to the motel's restaurant for dinner. As I ate my dinner, I could hear music coming from the motel's lounge.
After finishing dinner, I headed for the bar to have a drink and relax. A live band was attempting to play country music. I say attempting because, they were loud, but not very good. They frequently missed notes and got the lyrics to well know tunes messed up.
I enjoy dancing. So, as I sipped my drink, I scanned the room for possible dance partners. My gaze settled on a young lady sitting about three tables away. She was a rather heavy girl who probably weighed in at about 225 pounds. I like the larger girls. They tend to have big tits, and I do like big tits. This one was no exception. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting blouse. That blouse allowed just enough of a view of her ample cleavage to peak my interest.
She was with a couple who seemed to be deeply engrossed with each other. They were paying little attention to their friend. The girl I was interested in seemed bored and unhappy. When we finally made eye contact, I smiled at her and she smiled back. When the band began playing their next number, a slow tune, I approached her, introduced myself, and asked her to dance.
She looked up, and with a little surprise in her voice, said, "Me? You mean me?"
"Yes, you! Is there something wrong with asking you to dance?" I replied, as I held out my hand.
"Oh no! I'd love to dance." She said. With a broad grin spreading across her face, she nearly jumped to her feet, took my arm, and practically dragged me to the dance floor. As we took each other into our arms and began dancing, she told me her name was Susan, but everyone called her Sue. Sue then asked why I had wanted to dance with her, instead of one of the many other girls there.
Having found over the years that an honest answer is so much easier to remember, I told her, "You looked lonely, and I prefer big girls."
"Why?" Sue asked.
I asked her, "Do you want an honest answer?"
When she said she did, I gave it to her straight. "Big girls have big boobs."
Sue thought about that for a second, smiled, pulled me closer. Crushing her tits into my chest, she asked, "Do you think these are big enough?"
"I think they're great." I replied, and returned her tight hug.
When our dance was ended, I invited Sue to join me at my table. She accepted, picked up her drink, and told her friends she was joining me. They didn't seem to notice, let alone care.
For the next couple of hours, Sue and I danced the slow dances. We talked at our table when the band played the fast tunes. Neither of us cared for the fast stuff.