I fell in love with her the night I met her, and almost lost her the same night. I had gone looking for a piece of my past, and found so much more in the process. We knew no one would understand the truth if it got out, but we never cared. This is our story...
As it happened, I was adopted out when I was just days old, and never knew that I had a whole different family out there somewhere. I was a restless child, never quite fitting in anywhere, or with anyone. I loved my family, and had many friends, but in the back of my mind, there were always these doubts lingering. Somehow, instinctively, I knew I was different from everyone around me.
In high school, I was just enough of an outsider that when I asked one of the bigger girls to the prom, no one was surprised. I had always been attracted to the plus-sized girls, and decided my senior year that I was going to do what I wanted, regardless of anyone else's opinion or attitude. Being a jock, and one of, if not the tallest guys in the school prevented anyone from ever really saying anything to my face. I had one incident, early on in my independence from peer pressure. A jealous girl, annoyed that I had asked out a 'fat chick', told her I was only going out with her to win a bet, and got her boyfriend, another player from the football team, to back up her story. I guess he thought I would just laugh it off, but after I beat his ass all over the field, he thought differently. The girl in question was so bitter and hurt she transferred to another school in town, and would not take my calls. I did eventually hear from her, after she found out that about the fight, and the fact that I'd asked out another girl, this one a little bigger than she was.
Prom was great, and the fact that I turned eighteen the day before made it even better. I was able to secure a room at the hotel the prom was at, and instead of having a huge party, I took my date upstairs, and we spent a long, satisfying night exploring each other's bodies. Having her meaty thighs wrapped around my head while I sucked on her fat clit was an incredible feeling, and one I wanted more of. We dated for the summer, then she left to go to school somewhere else. Neither of us wanted to do the long-distance relationship thing, so after one last fuck, we broke up, as friends. I did go visit her once, and we spent a great weekend together, but after a while, we drifted apart. I heard she got married two days after she graduated, and is happy now, for which I am quite grateful.
The day I graduated college, my parents sat me down, and told me the truth about my birth, and the fact that I was adopted. Suddenly, all those feelings of disconnection I'd experienced made sense. The people in front of me, as much as I loved and respected them, were not my biological family. My adopted mother was unable to have children of her own, and as a result, they adopted me later in life. They were in their late sixties by the time I graduated college, and neither was in the greatest of health. As much as I wanted to go looking for my birth family right away, I decided to respect my adoptive parents, and postpone my destiny until they were gone.
I was close to thirty by the time my mother passed, and at the funeral, as sad and distraught as I was, there was also a sense of relief, as I could finally pursue my real family. At the reading of the will, I was given several shocks. First, my father had been socking money into different stock accounts, with the proceeds put into a special trust that matured when both of my parents passed. Suddenly, I was a very wealthy man. Secondly, my mother had maintained contact with my birth mother, and all of the letters they had exchanged were turned over to me.
I took the letters home, and sat down to learn about my mother. She had given me up to save me from my biological father, who was apparently a dangerous man, and had threatened to throw me off a bridge if she didn't cooperate with him. I don't the truth of that statement, but according to newspaper clippings I found with the letters, the man named as my father on my birth certificate was killed evading arrest after killing a cop in a botched drug sale. The estimated value of the drugs he'd tried to sale was less than a thousand dollars. I guess I got my intelligence from my mother, thankfully.
Over the years, my birth mother would send occasional letters, asking how I was doing, and dropping a few clues about her own life. The letters never had a return address, but I was able to finally piece together her name from public records about my father's death. I went to the trusty internet, and soon learned where she was living, and I was on the road the next day. The only thing I had done with the money I'd inherited was buy a new car, so I was at least traveling in style. I drove almost non-stop, desperate to make that connection to a past I never knew I had.
I got into town late in the evening, and checked into a hotel. The girl behind the desk on the late shift caught my eye immediately. She was built just as I liked, top heavy and well rounded. She had long, curly black hair, and was taller than most women. She was definitely a plus-sized woman, and in my eyes, more than sexy. When I got to the desk, I made sure to turn on the charm.
"Hi, Lori. I'm new in town, and I need a room for a few days. Anything you can do for me?"
I used my sexiest voice, and put a come-hither look on my face that had worked for me well in the past, and it succeeded again. As she set up my reservation, she kept stealing glances at me from under her bangs, and I smiled.
"Well, you're all set, Mr. Wilson. I put you in one of our best rooms, with a view of the entire city. I've been told that it's a spectacular sight to see."
"Have you never seen it from up there?"
"No, sir. I haven't ever been up in that room."
I grinned. This was a tailor-made opportunity to see what would develop.
"What time do you go off shift?"
"I'm sorry?"
"What time do you go off shift? Perhaps, if you'd be interested, you could come up and tell me a little about your city. Of course, you're more than welcome to look out the window, as well..."
She smiled, and the look in her eyes gave her excitement away.
"I'm off in about fifteen minutes, actually, and I shouldn't, but I will. If it's okay with you, I'll join you when I get done down here?"
"Absolutely, and call me Eric. Mr. Wilson was my father."
She smiled, and I grabbed my bag and headed for the elevator. I'd have just enough time to grab a fast shower to clean the road off of me. I jumped in the shower, and changed into loose shorts and a t-shirt, the better to show off the body I busted my ass for playing sports in school, and worked hard to maintain. As much as I wanted to find my mother right away, I knew a few days to develop my information, and put a plan of approach together was important. It was also important to try to get my ashes hauled, as it had been a while, and I needed to relax.
No sooner had I pulled a shirt over my head than I heard a soft knock on the door. Opening it, I saw Lori standing there with a shy smile. I smiled, and stepped back to allow her to enter the room. When she passed me, I took the opportunity to get a glimpse of her ass. It was as round and plush as I'd suspected, and my hopes for the evening climbed a little higher. She went straight to the window, and slid open the drapes.
"Wow, this really is an incredible view. I can even see the harbor and the pier from here."
I walked over and stood next to her, careful not to be too close, as I didn't want to push myself on her. She pointed out different places to me, and we chatted easily about life in general, and then she started to open up a little about her life.
"It's always just been Mom and Me. My father died while she was pregnant with me, and Mom devoted her life to making sure I was happy. We never had a lot, but what we had was always enough, you know?"
