I was minding my own business at the hardware store when I bumped into Beth, who my ex had babysat for, before our divorce.
Beth was a generous-sized, but fairly nicely proportioned white women. She wasn't a beauty queen, but she did have a nice collection of curves: round stomach, generous muffin top, good-sized ass, and wonderful thick thighs. So, lots of fun features to enjoy!
She also had nearly exclusively dated black guys, usually large black guys. Her baby-daddy was 6'8" and maybe 300 lbs, as an example.
So, as a smaller white guy, I was always fascinated with the fantasy of being a "contrast" to her usual partners. As a sph fetishist, I was always intrigued, but I was still married last I saw her and she was basically married.
But, today, I saw her in the gate hardware section, looking exasperated. I said "hi" and she shared that her baby-daddy was gone for good and that her fence gate latch was busted and she had to figure out how to fix it. She didn't really know where to begin.
I asked her about her gate and showed her what she needed. I tried to explain how to fix it, but she didn't have hardly any tools and didn't know how to do what I was explaining. She offered to pay me to fix it.
"Nah. It's really a quick job. I can fix it for you. No problem." I said. So, she bought the part and gave me her address and I met her at her place. In 20 minutes, her gate was fixed.
"Oh thanks you so much! I wouldn't have been able to fix it myself. Is there any way I can repay you?" she said.
"Maybe a glass of iced tea?" I replied.
So, she pours us a couple of glasses and we sit down and talk, about each of our failed relationships.
She said "You know, ever since way back before college, I have only been with black guys. So, it has probably been 20 years since I have been with a white guy. I do really enjoy black guys and, as a bigger girl, I kind of need a "bigger" guy, if you know what I mean. You know, bigger and 'bigger.' Right?"
I knew exactly what she meant, while my mind raced ahead to where the conversation might be headed.
"But, you know, variety is the spice of life, and all that," she said. "Sometimes I just wanna try something different, just out of curiosity. Not like always, but just something completely different just for fun. I'll probably always prefer bigger black guys, but just for fun, it might be fun to do something totally opposite. Can you understand that?"
"Uh huh," I nodded, not quite sure if I was the "different" she was hinting about, but definitely intrigued.
"You know, I really appreciate you fixing my gate and although you are the complete opposite of my usual type, I have always found you attractive. You and I are both unattached, for now, and we probably aren't each other's types, long term, but fun is fun, right? Are you up for a little bit of fun?" she asked. "No strings. Just fun."
True, she wasn't my type either, long term, but fun IS fun and I was definitely intrigued with the possibilities of following in "large" footsteps. I was definitely excited about that. I hoped that she would be honest and not kill the excitement by trying to "spare my feelings." I craved hearing her contrast me to her usual partners. I braced myself for potentially having to coach her to speak freely, and often!
My fantasies were racing and somehow I let her know that I was game.
She walked over to me and reached for my glass of tea and pulled me up out of my chair. She started by removing my shirt. "Oh my, you are in shape, but you are definitely smaller than the guys that I am used to! Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"