It was curiosity and boredom that took me into the world of AM. And what a fascinating world it is. I skimmed the surface, watching but not engaging for some time. Then dipping a toe into these warm exciting waters that were so responsive to a BBW profile.
I chatted to a couple of men. And then I met F. He seemed nice. Not weird or freaky as some of the men were. A true afrikaans gentleman. We took our chat onto more direct channels, messaging frequently throughout the days. Gradually our chat turned more intimate, delving into each other's fantasies and desires. Then we exchanged photos, becoming more explicit as our conversations became more arousing. Him hard, me wet, indulging in mutual, but still virtual, masturbation. Cumming together online. An undeniably sexy and stimulating pasttime. But satisfying only to a point.
And when we reached that point we knew it was time to take the next step... To meet.
We met up at a hotel bar. A transit type hotel that saw a large turnover of short stays. I walked in and he was standing at the bar, drink already in hand. I recognised him immediately. Our photos had been open and honest. He was tall and large, broad shoulders just the way I like. A bit of a tummy, but who am I to judge. I walked up to him, watching the appreciation in his eyes. Those very sparkling blue eyes that made him so attractive. And his broad smile which lightened his face. He bought me a drink, then another as we chatted - flirting, touching where we could, brushing against each other, both wanting, excited, lusting.
I brushed against his crotch as I turned to the bar, noting the bulge in his pants. The last straw for him as he suggested in a hoarse voice that we go to the room he'd booked. I hesitated, what did I truly know of this man? Then he placed a heavy hand on my thigh and as my pussy clenched I stood up, leaning in close to him and said yes. Let's go.
We were silent on that short journey, all anticipation and longing. He opened the door and I walked into the room, hearing the door close behind me. Then his hand on my shoulder turning me roughly around as he used his body weight to push me up against the wall and lowering his head to kiss me - hard, his tongue plunging into my mouth his body pushing up against me, the unmistakable bulge of his cock pressing into my stomach.
I was a bit overwhelmed, with lust but also a frisson of fear. He was so strong. I raised my hands and pushed against his shoulders a bit, still plundering my mouth he grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, one hand pinning them to the wall, the other sliding down my body, clenching my arse pulling me against him so that I was grinding against his hard cock, then grasping my breast, twisting my nipple in his big fingers. I gasped against his mouth, the fear growing as my pussy surged with wetness.
His hand roughly pulled down the front of my low cut blouse and shoved back the lacy cup of my bra - not with the appreciation I'd expected when I was putting it on, imagining his face as he explored my body, finding it clothed in sexy lacy bits. His mouth closed on my nipple, sucking it and grazing it with his teeth. Then closing his teeth on it, biting hard enough to make me jump and protest against the pain and his roughness. I asked him to stop, to slow down a bit.
