This long period at home because of the virus has me thinking about different, better, times and the fun “close encounters of the delightfully dirty kind” that were then possible.
I always liked tall women, strong women, and slightly chubby women – more to love was my thinking. I had not, until one summer long ago, ever been with a truly big beautiful woman with all the ripe, round sexiness that implied.
“K” lived in the same building and we had friends in common. At first glance, she was cute – short (maybe ‘5,1”), short but nice hair, blonde (from a bottle), blue eyes, and a big smile. She was also a flirt and more than a little bit of a smartass with a tendency toward humor of a Mae West / slightly dirty variety.
Jeans and baggy tops were her usual garb. One day, however, I encountered her in the hall in a long halter top casual dress and sandals. The halter part of the dress strained to hold in two very large very round tits. The rest of the dress clung to be nice little belly and stretched about two large round hips.
We talked, I looked, we talked, and I looked some more. It quickly became clear that she was enjoying the attention because the halter fabric soon stretched to reveal the outline of two large and apparently very hard nipples.
We both had places to go and people to see and so a date, later, for drinks nearby, was made. All day I could think of nothing other than K and her ripe, sexy body that I wanted so much.