1 comments/ 15805 views/ 4 favorites See What I See By: Lady_Fiona They had been in contact for almost six months, both married, both with children, his older than hers but then he was the elder of the two of them by almost 10 years. It had taken a lot of work on his part to break through her barriers, his alarm bells ringing when they first made contact through a chat room online. Her continued refusal to let him see what she looked like made him think that she was one of the many fakes that he knew were about. The actual explanation was far simpler, she was a big girl. He loved BBWs and became almost obsessive about seeing her until finally, she had caved in and sent him an everyday picture of her with her son. The first thing he did was to ask why she was so reticent to send her picture to him. She replied that she did not know. She just did not like people to see how big she was. He sat at his computer and shook his head in disbelief as he red the words coming up on the screen. He told her that he she was very pretty and he would love to see more of her. She replied with her customary 'LOL' and said she could not understand why. He replied that he found big women extremely sexy and just loved to see all the curves and contours, the ripples as a big woman moved, he stopped in mid sentence unable to voice how he felt any longer, words muddled, unable to be typed. Looking at the words on the screen she felt moved to make a promise. 'I promise to take an up to date photo for you' she typed. 'Thank you' came the reply and the conversation continued until it was time to return to their respective normalities. PC shut down, she sat back and reflected on her promise, it was so long since any photos had been taken of her by anyone. Before her marriage she had never been this shy, she had been fun loving, sexually experimenting, enjoying life and lovers alike. Now she hated attention, never felt comfortable with her body anymore, never wanting it to have that attention, although she did crave affection. The following morning after the family had been delivered to both work and school, she set up her camera and started to take photos. A sudden fit of pique washed over her and she thought, well if he wants photos, he can have them. She took them from every conceivable angle of every part of her body. Transferring them to her PC, she sat and waited for him to appear, knowing he would as soon as he could manage it. Around her, her housework became neglected as she became infatuated with the words coming from the other end of the screen. Complimentary, flattering, attentive, caring. She mentally chastised herself for believing them all, she had been caught out before. What made him so different? She had no idea but she was becoming more and more convinced that he was genuine, that bit by bit she could trust him. Give him information about herself while protecting her family at the same time. She smiled as a new message box appeared on the screen. 'Good morning' the message read. She replied, 'Good morning, I have something for you' and sent it through to him. 'Oh yes?' came back his reply. She typed no more and just simply sent the first picture. He accepted and downloaded it then opened it on his monitor. She sat at the other end, biting her lip, waiting to hear, convinced that he would take one look at the picture and not want to talk to her anymore. 'Oh bloody hell woman, you are stunning.' She read the words in disbelief and answered gingerly 'Erm, thank you.' 'Do you have more?' he asked. 'Yes I do, what did you want to see?' she asked emboldened. 'Anything, EVERYthing' he answered and she sent the 20 photographs she had taken for him, one by one. Each one elicited exclamations of pleasure from him. As she sent the last one she also sent the text 'thats it'. He accepted the photo and looked at it. With a deep sigh he sat back and looked at the photographs of her spread across his screen. 'Thank you' he typed. She simply sent back an embarrassed emote. He jumped on it straight away. 'Don't ever be embarrassed about yourself, you are beautiful.' He typed. She sat looked at her screen, reading as tears ran down her face. No one ever called her beautiful, she didn't think she was, she was not even pretty in her eyes, any prettiness was hidden behind years and layers of fat. Any sign of prettiness had gone with the child as far as she was concerned. 'There is one photo I would still like to see' he typed. 'Oh yes?' she answered. 'Your full body, naked.' She sat and looked at the screen unable to comprehend why someone, anyone would actually want to see her with no clothes on. Admittedly her husband never said anything but then it wasn't something he had ever commented on. 'Well I did take one, but its horrible.' She sent. 'Please may I see?' he asked. She sat with tears running down her face, convinced he would find excuses as she sent the picture to him. The download finished and she sat in silence waiting. 'HOW can you ever believe you are not beautiful?' He typed onto the screen. 'Oh god woman, the fold of your belly.....' closely followed by 'I want to kiss it!' She laughed loudly taken back by the suddenness of the written words. 'Why on EARTH would you want to kiss THAT??' she asked. 'Because it is truly beautiful, don't you see that?' he replied. 'No, all I see is ugly, fat and rolling, how on earth can that be beautiful?' He sat reading his screen shaking his head in disbelief unable to understand why she did not think the same as him, why she had such a low view of herself. 'Well I certainly don't see the beauty that you profess to see.' She finished. 'You beautiful woman, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. To me, everything about you is beautiful and stunning. What do you see when you look at yourself? From top to bottom, describe you.' He sent the message, sat back and waited, not entirely sure she would answer. 'Grey hair, nice eyes, small nose, full lips. Double, TREBLE, chin, saggy tits, massive belly. My arse is OK, quite a good shape, tea tray arse lol. Thick thighs, fat knees, solid calves and big feet. Thats me.' She sent it and went and made a drink while she waited for him to answer. When she returned she found he had sent the following. 'Grey hair, aren't we all? Cum-fuck-me-eyes, button nose, so cute, kissable lips Mmmmm. Double chin, lovely, kissable, saggy tits, means they're real. Massive belly, yes its big but would lose myself happily in it. God your arse is magnificent, I would never stop grabbing it, the shape is wonderful. Big thighs, wrap them around me one day? I want to kiss your knees and slide my hands down your calves. Toes, can I suck them? THATS you. Beautiful, compact, stunning, pretty. I would love to get my hands on you.' As she finished reading, another message popped up, 'Are you there? Is everything ok?' 'Yes' she typed, 'I am simply lost for words.' He sat and watched the words come up on the screen, then, taking a deep breath, took the plunge. 'Can I possibly phone you at some point?' he asked. She sat and looked at the words on the screen, wanting to say yes but so afraid that it would compromise everything, break all her rules not to get involved, not to risk home life. 'Maybe one day.' She had answered and he had accepted the answer with good grace. It had taken another six weeks to pluck up the courage to give him her mobile number and that first conversation had been short but amicable. A week later, he was phoning her at home, hours spent in conversation and wishes, her photos to him becoming both more frequent and more daring until one day she shot a short video of herself naked. He could not see her face in it, she could not deal with that yet and she waited, barely able to breathe as he downloaded it onto his computer. 'May I?' he asked, 'Of course' she replied and 30 seconds later, the phone rang. "Hello you," she said, "What did you think?" "I am about to watch it," he replied. She sat in silence waiting. "Oh fuck you are beautiful," he breathed, "fuck look at that beautiful belly, god you are stunning." She giggled nervously, "No I am not, I am just me." "No, I am going to repeat myself. You ARE beautiful." He sighed, obviously still watching it. "My god look at that arse, can I smack it?" She laughed loudly, "If you want." The video finished and he took a deep breath. "Thank you. I mean it, I think I know how hard that must have been, so Thank You." He said. The voice on the other end of the phone was silent. He knew she was still there, he could hear her breathing. "No, thank you," she whispered. "I don't see what you see and I know you mean it so thank you." He sighed, he had lost count of the number of times they had had this conversation, he spent so much time boosting her confidence, telling her exactly how he saw her, wishing that she could look in the mirror and see the beautiful, sexy woman that she was. "You are more than welcome," he finally answered. Their conversation continued, the usual wishes and dreams, thoughts and words, until it came to the point where he was making her sigh. Sighs turned to moans as he spoke, her eyes shut, her free hand between her large thighs, fingers playing with her clit, concentrating on him, his words, his descriptions, his ability to make her so wet without even touching her. "I have to meet you, we have to find a way." He said, listening to her breathing on the line. "I know, but I have no idea how, leave it with me, I will think about it." She replied breathlessly. Their conversation returned to everyday things until she had to leave for the school run, their day together finished again. A week later she broke the news that she had found a way of meeting him, spending the night if he was able to arrange something. He greeted the news with equal excitement, determined to find a way. They discussed dates and decided on two days, six weeks into the future. The next six weeks was filled with plans, excitement, finding a hotel between the two of them, deciding that they were going to push the boat out and pay as much as it took, both wanting to make it as special as they could, neither of them having any idea if they would get the chance again. The morning of the meeting finally came around and she put her bag in the car. Hugging her son she told him with a hint of guilt that she would be back tomorrow, kissed her husband and told him she would phone when she arrived. Getting in the car, she drove off towards her liason. Three hours later she arrived. A remote hotel, expensive, high standard. She was glad she had made an extra effort with her appearance. Pulling up into the car park she sent him a text. 'I'm here.' Thirty seconds later his reply came back. 'I know, I'm watching you lol.' She read it, smiled and got out of the car looking around. He walked out from behind his car with a massive smile on his face. He walked to her, held her face in his hands and kissed her. "Hello babe." He said. She opened her eyes slowly and sighed, "Hello love," she replied, "Its good to see you." "Oh believe me," he said, "Its VERY good to see you." He took her bag and her hand, "Come on beautiful, I've checked in already." "Oh OK." She said and let herself be led by him into the hotel foyer. He took her to their room and opened the door, taking her in and putting her bag on the bed. Turning around to face her he found her standing looking down at the floor. He put his hands gently on her arms and found that she was trembling. Not saying a word he simply gathered her in his arms and held her until she stopped. She took a deep breath and looked up. "I'm sorry." She said. He smiled and kissed her again, her arms came up and around his neck, their tongues finding each other, his hands travelling over her, sliding over her large, soft, pliable body, moving under her top to rest on her warm skin. He moaned in their kiss as he touched her, his hands resting for a moment before starting to roam over her back, fingertips barely touching her, following the contours of the folds down her back, moving up to the clips of her bra. He undid it and ran his fingers down her spine from top to bottom, making her moan and shiver. She pulled away breathlessly and looked at him, his hands on her hip, he studied her face, leaning in to kiss the top of her nose and her eyes. She giggled as he looked into them. "I want you." He whispered. "Take me then." She replied. He kissed her on the lips briefly before moving to her neck and ears. She sighed and rested her hands across his shoulders and back, as he moved around her face and neck, kissing her double chin again and again, her soft skin wobbling as he did, he knew he would never get enough of this womans body. Moving down her neck, he kissed all the flesh that was on show, immediately wanting to expose more. Taking hold of her top he pulled it over her head and slid her undone bra down over her arms, exposing her entire top half to him. Bending slightly he kissed the top of each breast before moving to put her clothes on the chair. He turned, pulling his tie off and opening his top button as he made his way back towards her. She stood with her arms crossed, hiding herself as she watched him. He shook his head, "Put your arms down," he said, "let me see you." She dropped her arms and he drew his breath in deeply, his hands coming up to cup her large breasts gently, finger and thumb on each hand brushing gently over the nipple. She drew her breath in and watched him as he lifted a breast to his lips. His tongue snaking out and circling her nipple, making her breath shudder as he left it wet and then blew on it, before sucking it between his lips, his teeth gently nipping, rolling it from side to side. Her eyes shut slowly and she melted into his care, one hand placed ever so gently on the back of his head, holding him to her. He moved from one breast to the other while his hands now on her hips moved to the waistband of her skirt. Sliding his hands inside it he slid it over her wide, ample hips and arse, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle. It left her standing in her sheer black French knickers, especially chosen for him. He drew in his breath as he stepped back to look at her. "Oh sweet jesus, you fucking little bitch," he said to her as he looked at her and moved back in. His hands moved as he kissed her hard, one in her hair, tightening, the other on her arse, pulling her in. She could feel his hard cock against her through his trousers, her hands moving to undo his shirt, wanting him as exposed as her, to feel his skin on hers, his hardness against her. He started to push his hand into the waistband of her French knickers then changed his mind and simply slid the frilly edge of the leg up to give him access to her full, round, big arse. She was right, she did have a tea-tray backside, curved cheeks, giving it perfect shape, not saggy in anyway, the top of it curving into a shelf, giving rise to the term tea-tray, you could rest one there with no problem. His fingers followed the curve from the crack of her bum to her hip, soft and pliable, begging to be grabbed, begging to be held. He wanted to do nothing more than to rip them off her, leave her totally bare, for him to admire, to love, to get lost in. Unable to wait any longer he stepped back. "Get on the bed? Please?" he asked, his voice rough with need and lust. She nodded and made her way towards the bed. As she went to sit on it he stopped her. "Please, for me, naked." He said horsely. She stood and removed the knickers, showing her shaven mound as she got onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her. She sat and watched as he undressed, finally standing naked, his cock proud as he watched her. He walked around the bed and got in next to her, leaning over he kissed her. "Lie down," he said. He lay first and she immediately knew the position she should lay in. Curling up with her back to him, her ample backside nestled into him. They lay cupped together, his hand resting on her breast, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her arse as he kissed her neck, lying together, simply drinking each other in, months and weeks being condensed into minutes and seconds until she finally rolled sideways and looked at him. Wordlessly he kissed her, his hands starting to roam once more, touching every part of her body, every inch. Her wide upper arms, her forearms, across to her stomach, tracing circles as he moved over it, dipping into her belly button briefly, making her giggle, then tracing a line down to the underside of her stomach, the stomach she hated so much. Unable to contain himself any longer, he threw the covers back and started to move down her body, kissing his way across the expanse of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button as his fingers had done before, following the lines of his fingers down to her belly, the underside of it, lifting it, the overhang of it that he loved seeing on the pictures he had, kissing under it, he saw that her hands had balled into fists. Taking note but no notice he continued to kiss her body, across her mound to her large, warm thighs, down her legs and over her knees to her feet, kissing her toes before sucking her big toe. Her reaction was instant, she jerked her foot away and he ducked fast laughing. Putting her leg back down towards the bed she glared at him. "Don't," was all she said. He grinned but did not try again, bending to kiss her ankles. She flinched slightly but did not try to kick him, keeping one foot flat on the bed, her knee raised, he took the opportunity to kiss back up her leg, inside her knee. As he reached it he gently pushed it down towards the bed, parting her thighs slightly and allowing his fingers to slowly travel up her inner thigh to her lips. She moaned softly and opened them, allowing him in. Sighing deeply he moved between her legs and slid one hand underneath each thigh, lifting them, feeling the heaviness of them, the softness as he wrapped one arm around each, the weight comforting on his shoulders. He lowered his face to her and kissed her lips gently, before sucking one of them into his mouth, taking her juices from it, his tongue teasing her full lips one by one. Taken in by his goal, he wanted to ensure that this beautiful, big woman was totally satisfied and came time and time again, until her orgasms shook her to the core, until she begged him to cease. Teasing her he worked, his tongue very slowly moving up her lips to lick around the hood of her clit and back down again, savouring her juices, working down to her hole, not touching her clit simply dipping in now and again to take her, finally reaching her hole. He tasted her, his tongue lapping deeply as her hands gripped the covers and she squirmed under him. Her moans becoming more earnest as he became more intense in his work, her large thighs pressing against his head. Moving one of his arms from around her thigh, he slid a finger down across the hood of her clit, stopping his tongue for a split second as his finger travelled down. Reaching his goal, he dipped his finger and drew it out again listening to her as she moaned in satisfaction feeling her tight hole filled. Encouraged, he slid two fingers in and slowly started to move them. Her hips moved in time over him, bearing down on his fingers as he pushed them deep into her, his tongue still concentrating on teasing her clit. Her thighs wobbled as they worked together bringing her closer to her orgasm, her stomach rolled above him, swaying from side to side and he raised his head to watch the motion of it as she moved, ripping in waves across her body, her breasts moving in the opposite direction, such was the momentum of her body. He leant forward and kissed her stomach, so very beautiful with a life of its own, as she continued to bear down on his fingers, his speed picking up as he felt the walls of her cunt tighten around them, massaging them, pulling them in, preparing them for her orgasm, her moans turning to a myriad of sounds, each unique to her. Her hands moving about until one rested gently but firmly on his head as he continued to kiss her stomach, her other arm going above her head, fingers gripping the pillow. He watched as her arm moved, watching it swing as it performed an arc above her head. Her orgasm broke and her hips lifted, her magnificent arse leaving the bed as it washed over her, making her entire body shudder. He moved his head quickly and kissed her inner thighs, savouring the taste as he left a trail of wet kises over both, his fingers slowing as it subsided, his tongue moving in circles towards her cunt once more. See What I See Withdrawing his fingers he licked them and then went back and dipped his tongue into her, the bitter sweet tang on his tongue of her cum was heaven to him and he moaned, his tongue taking in all of her in long, lazy strokes. Above him she breathed deeply, panting, shuddering breaths leaving her as she lay torn between making him stop and begging him to continue, to give her more of what she had been missing for so long. She lay sighing gently as he slowly and carefully took in all her cum and juices, her eyes closed as the soothing feel of his tongue lulled her. He moved to her inner thighs once more, kissing them. Unable to contain himself, he filled the need to mark her in some way, even temporarily as he left a love bite on her inner thigh, safe in the knowledge that it would not be noticed. She made no protest as he made his mark and then moved back up her wonderfully large but compact frame, still unable to resisit the urge to leave kisses as he did. Reaching her face he kissed her, a tear running from the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry, I had to." he said. "Shhhhhhh, I know," she replied and he kissed her tear track as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he smiled as she did, savouring the expanse of skin in contact with his own. He wrapped his own arms around her waist, feeling the rolls and creases down her back as he did, she kissed him and curled as much of her large frame into him as she could, he in turn savoured every inch of her against him, feeling his hard cock against her, knowing he could not wait much longer to get into her, craving the need to bury himself in her wetness. Pulling back from her, he looked into her eyes, not sure she would agree to what he was going to say next. He took a deep breath and took the plunge. "Ride me," he breathed, "I need to feel you over me, on me, around me." He watched as the urge to say no passed across her face, she watched him, guaging him, wondering, questioning his motives and his abilty to hold her weight. He rolled onto his back as he watched her, his cock standing up, proud and waiting. The hunger for her was visible on his face, the need, the want. She moved to her knees and hovered at the side of him, her eyes shut, taking deep breaths. He watched her chest rise, her stomach stop swinging with her movement, his cock twitching even more. Reaching out he took her hand and held it tightly. Winding her fingers in his own, she swung her leg over his hips and raised herself above him. Moving her free hand she slid it underneath her stomach and lined herself up with his cock. The tip of it at the entrance to her, she removed her hand as she slowly slid down the entire length of his shaft, her moan as he filled her, matching the time it took to sink onto him. She settled herself onto him, wrigging slightly to position herself properly, then she simply stayed still. The smile on his face as big as her, as he watched her, her stomach against his, her mound pressed against him, her full weight on top of him. He moaned and she jumped, startled, moving as though to get off him. He put his hands on her hips and dug his nails in, looking at her and shaking his head. She smiled and moaned as his nails bit into her, settling her hips onto him once more, rolling them gently over him, working his cock deep inside her, her hips circling over him, slowly moving him inside her. She leant forward and he took both her hands, their fingers locking together as she started to move herself up and down his shaft, her wetness covering him, her weight on him, as she lost herself in the motions of fucking him, his moans filling the room and complimenting her own. The more she moved on him, the louder and more vocal he became. "Oh fuck, yessssss, move that beautiful arse," he moaned, "You fucking bitch, fuck me you fucking slut." he spat as he began to lose control of his inhibitions. She moved over him, harder and faster, feeling him fill her over and over. He let go of her hands and she dropped forward, her hands either side of his head, while his hands moved back to her hips, his nails digging in freshly again, making her moan deeply, her head going back, her large breasts swinging as she ground her hips down onto him, his nails continuing to dig in, harder and harder as they both approached their orgasms. Her clit ground into him, putting more pressure on it as it throbbed under her, her cunt starting to contract around him, milking him, wanting to feel his hot cum inside her. He slid his hands as far around her large arse as he could, scraping his nails as he did, she moaned and bucked against him, as he left a trail across her skin. She looked down at him, her eyes locking with his, her face breaking into a smile as she moaned, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she looked at him, a glint in her eyes, passion, lust, need all tied together, all mixed, all completely visible in her face but especially in her eyes, the key to her feelings, her moods. Looking at him, she whispered, "Now." He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her in, his hips bucking under her, the soft slapping as flesh met flesh, his knees bent slightly as he pushed up to meet her as she bore down onto him, needing to feel him as deeply as possible inside her, needing to feel him as he came in her. With a final thrust up he came, filling her with his cum. As if triggered by him she came, milking every drop from him with her tight cunt, their moans becoming one as he called her name, his nails leaving deep, angry red lines in her hips, making her squirm deeply and moan even more loudly. Finally spent she collapsed onto him, and then suddenly conscious of herself, she rolled sideways. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her into him. Curling into him she shivered as he kissed the back of her neck, relaxing into him, her eyes closing, feeling warm and safe. Lying next to him she wondered why she felt this way, coming to no conclusion she simply lay and enjoyed the attention, his fingers playing over her skin, his lips placing small kisses occasionally over her neck and shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered. "Whatever for?" he replied. "Oh nothing I can voice properly, just thank you." she mumbled quietely. He raised his head and put his chin on her shoulder. "You have nothing to thank me for you know, the pleasure was all mine." he said. "And I hope this is not the only time we manage to get together either." She turned her head sideways and looked at him with one eye shut. "Oh I think we can manage it again," she replied, "Don't ask me when, but I am sure we can." He lifted his chin from her shoulder, kissed it once more and put his head back down on the pillow behind her. She moved slightly and pulled the covers up, flipping it over both of them. He sighed and she shut her eyes. They drifted off to sleep, both thinking of future plans to be made. As the night passed they stirred, touching constantly, exploring each other, gently, lovingly. He brought her to orgasm twice more with his fingers during the night, both times they shared her cum, licking his fingers clean, their tongues playing with each other and his fingers. As dawn broke he woke and watched her sleep, her hair tousled, her face peaceful. Gently he pulled back the covers and looked at her body. Drinking in every contour, every shadow, he sighed, unable to comprehend the fact that she could not understand how beautiful she truly was. The dawn sun was shining across one hip and unable to stop himself he washed his fingers over the sunshine. She stirred and curled up even further, looking sleepily for the covers, feeling the slight chill in the air. Not wanting to disturb her more he gently covered her over and continued his silent vigil occasionally touching her hair, the small amount of skin showing, his mind battling with itself, one side wanting to leave her to sleep, the other not wanting to miss a second, wanting her awake and with him. Finally one side won out and he gently woke her with kisses. She opened one eye. "Good morning," she said sleepily and wriggled. "Good morning yourself," he replied smiling at her. "Ooooooooh I need the loo," she said suddenly and jumped out of bed, "I'll get a shower while I am there." she finished off. "Ok, I will order some breakfast," he called after her as she disappeared into the bathroom, her magnificent backside swinging. She appeared 10 minutes later wrapped in towels, bright pink from the hot water. He looked up as she walked in and smiled as he stood up and walked towards her. Kissing her wordlessly he took hold of one of the towels and started to dry her. Rubbing her back followed by her backside, her legs and knees, ankles and feet. Turning her around he worked his way up her again, carefully drying between her legs, she giggled as he accidentally let his fingers slide in between her lips and across her clit. Sighing deeply she parted her large thighs slightly to let him in, watching him as he bent to her, his lips kissing across her breasts to take one nipple into his mouth gently, rolling it with his tongue, biting and pulling. A knock at the door brought them to a standstill. She jumped and giggled, turning on her heel and moving swiftly to the bathroom. He smiled and made his way to the door, trying to hide his erection in the folds of his boxers as he opened the door and poked his head around it. "Your breakfasts Sir," the young woman at the door said. "Oh, thank you," he replied and opened the door for the waitress to bring in the smell of warmth and bacon, toast and coffee. She placed them on the small table in the corner and turned with the pad for him to sign. He smiled, signed the reciept and closed the door beind her. "Breakfast," he called. The bathroom door opened and she walked out, this time with a light cotton shirt on, buttons open to just under her breasts, her hair still damp and slightly askew. He smiled as he watched her, hunger battling with politeness as she carefully lifted the covers off the plates and grabbed a couple of bits of toast. Sitting down she ate happily while he watched her, torn between satisfying his own hunger and just simply enjoying watching her. He absently buttered some toast and munched on it while he watched her. Finished, she sat back and picked up her tea and drank it, her eyes shut in blissful satisfaction. "Happy?" he asked. She opened one eye and blushed. "Yes actually," she replied and smiled at him. "Good, that was what I wanted." he answered. They sat in silence, each with their own thoughts as they watched each other without actually seeing, able to take notice of the smallest little action but not looking at the person as a whole. Finally finishing his tea he stood and walked to her side of the table. Bending he kissed the top of her head and then made his way to the bathroom. She smiled as she stared into her own imaginings, a series of pictures playing out in her head. Finishing her own tea, she stood and crossed the room, making her way to the bag she had brought with her. Taking a deep breath she took two items out of her bag that she had brought with her, she had bought them especially for this weekend, but was now unsure about them, suddenly very conscious of how she looked in them, how she percieved herself to look, the picture in her mind she knew differed vastly from the picture in his mind. Sitting on the edge of the bed she waited for him to come out of the bathroom suddenly remembering that she did actually need full underwear and not just what she had in her hand. She stood as he came out and passed him on the way in. "I won't be long, and I will need your help," she said. He looked at her quizzically, "OK." he answered and watched her disappear. Closing the door behind her she took another breath and put the items she had brought in with her over the bathrail. The first item she put on was a pair of pale purple knickers, they fitted her large backside perfectly, smoothing them over the rounded contours, she stood on tip toe and looked at herself, nodding, pleased with what she saw. She picked up the second item, this was the one she was so unsure about but loved. She wrapped the deep purple satin corset around her middle and did up the 15 hooks and eyes on the front before reaching around to the back and tightly pulling in the satin ribbons. It had taken some practice to be able to this on her own but she had been determined and now she expertly tied the bow. Pulling the front down she looked at herself in the mirror once more, she loved the way the corset pulled her waist in and made such a stunning effect of her back and backside. The material was so luxurious and she sighed as she ran her fingers over it. She grabbed the bra and carefully put it on, making sure everything was in the right place, the material matching perfectly, the small bell at her cleavage sounding loudly in the room. Doing one last check she turned and opened the bathroom door. "I don't need your help after all, so I hope you are sitting down and ready." she called. "OK, well I am sitting down, so I suppose I am as ready as I will ever be," he replied. She took as deep a breath as the corset would allow and with her head held high, walked out of the bathroom and into full view. Speechless he looked at her, his eyes travelling up and down her body, she became more nervous as his silence extended, her confidence slowly dissapating. Drawing in a breath, he let it go slowly and deeply. Looking her in the eye, she drew herself to her full height and raised her head again, almost daring him to say anything out of turn, a glint of defiance in her eyes. "You are STUNNING. Dear god woman." he breathed as he stood. Walking over to her he gently ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, coming back up again to run them across her throat and down her cleavage. Moving forward he bent and kissed her, one hand coming up to wrap itself once more in her hair, the other sliding down her arm to intertwine with her fingers. Bending her arm behind her, he brought them to rest across her back, the smooth satin of the ribbons at her back across his arm as he pulled her further into him. Kissing her deeply he moaned, unable to contain his feelings, or hide his erection as she pressed against him. His tongue played with hers, her small moans encouraging him further, the hand at her back sliding down further, across her large, round arse, nails scraping the fabric gently, her hips moving in towards him further, her hands moving around to the front of him, his cock poking hopefully through his boxers as she gently wrapped her fingers around it. He moaned louder as she gently slid her fingers up and down his shaft. Breaking their kiss he moved towards the armchair in the corner of the room, leading her by the hand. He turned and removed his boxers, kicking them to one side, he sat. She looked down at him and licked her lips slowly, watching his cock as he watched her. Bending forward she put one hand on each arm and leaned forward, his hands coming up swiftly to unclip the straps of her bra before unclipping the back, then letting it fall from her shoulders onto his legs. Picking it up, he dropped it over the side of the chair onto the floor beside his boxers. Her breasts swung freely and he pinched her nipples as she came forward and kissed him again, her tongue following the contours of his lips, teasing, coaxing his tongue into her mouth. She captured it and held it between her teeth, a smile forming on her face as she did, sucking his tongue into her mouth and flicking it with the tip of her own. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the feel of her. She released his tongue and knelt between his knees, her breasts falling either side of his cock, wrapping it up until just the head was showing, then, bending her head she licked. He sighed deeply and slid forward slightly in the chair, allowing his head to fall back as he watched through hooded eyes, her deep violet hair falling forward as she parted her lips slightly and ran her tongue all around the tip of his head. Gently teasing him she ran her tongue across him again before very slowly sliding him into her mouth. He shuddered as the heat of her mouth enclosed him, her tongue busy running in circles around his shaft, teasing as her lips moved up and down him, leaving his skin wet. She pulled away and circled him again before running her tongue down the entire length of him, from tip to balls, nipping at him, following the lines of the small veins running down him. He gasped involuntarily and shuddered as her teeth made the slight contact, each nip leaving his hardness smarting slightly, a feeling he could live with, as she toyed with him easily, naturally. She always had been a natural born cock sucker, nothing was forced, she followed her instincts about what would please and her instincts had never been wrong yet. He continued to watch her, her tongue tip appearing and disappearing as she played, her fingers very gently scraping across his balls and over his thighs. His instinct was to grab her hair and push her onto him but fascination won out and he simply sat and watched her, surrendering to her ministrations and care. She worked her way back up him painfully slowly, each touch of her lips, tongue and fingers making him twitch bodily, his balls getting tighter. Unable to contain himself any longer, he wound his fingers into her hair as she sunk her mouth back onto him again. She immediately tensed her neck, letting him know he could stay there but he could not direct her, this was at her pace. He understood the silent intent and just let his hand go with the speed of her head, just content to leave it there, some small measure of control. She tightened her lips around him, sealing him into her mouth as her head started to bob up and down. Now all she had to do was decided if she was going to bring him to a full climax or whether she was going to bring him to the edge and let him down again. Part of her wanted nothing more than to taste his cum on her tongue, to capture him, own him. But she knew time was unfortunately not their friend and if he came there, they did not have the luxury of time to wait for round 2, it all had to be rolled into one, this time. Her head moved up and down rapidly as she sucked gently on him, his hips gently moving against her, his hand still in her hair, his eyes hooded but still watching. She felt his shaft harden futher and knew that within seconds they would reach the point of no return, that she had to make a decision and she had to make it now. There was an audible pop from her lips and a moan of frustration as he realised what was going on. She looked up at him and slowly stood. Holding out her hand, she took hold of his, pulling him towards the bed. He happily followed, watching her large, round arse swing from side to side as she walked, the swish of her thighs as they rubbed together. As they reached the bed she turned around let go of his hand. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in, soft like dough, as his fingers sunk into her flesh on her back, one hand moving down to take her arse cheek, so pliable. She stood on her toes and leaned forward to kiss him. His soft lips took hers easily and she surrendered her mouth to his, his tongue searching, wanting her as much as he had ever wanted something in his life, needing to posess her, almost overwhelmed by his need for her. He pushed her slightly and her knees gave way as she sat on the bed, his mouth still locked on hers as he lowered her to the bed. Her large breasts moved with her and slid to her sides to rest on the tops of her arms. As he leant over, he pushed against her stomach moving everything about and he closed his eyes, savouring the feeling. He moved to the side as his hand came up to her breast, her nipple erect, she moaned deeply as he gently brushed it, her back arching as she offered it to him, pressing herself against him as his cock nudged against her stomach happily. Breaking their kiss he pulled back and looked at her. See What I See She watched him as his hands moved over her, taking in her shoulders, her arms, her fingers until he finally moved down the centre of her body, between her breasts to the top of the corset. His fingers deftly unclipped all the hooks, slowly, one by one, each one followed by a gentle kiss on the newly exposed skin, the colour of the palest pink rose, until he had opened all of the hooks and the corset fell apart naturally exposing her entire body. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. She was lying, with her arm over her face, hiding her eyes, a pained expression on her face. He sighed. "Don't hide that beautiful face," he said softly and reached up, putting his fingers around her wrist and moving her arm. She moved her head to one side. "Sorry." She whispered softly. He moved back up to her side and turned her face towards him. She had the most kissable lips, the most expression filled eyes and the smoothest skin he had ever seen. Her face gave away her every thought and he leant on one hand watching her. He took a breath. "Please don't be ashamed with me. I don't want you embarrassed. You are incredibly sexy." He smiled at her as he said it. "I'm sorry, " she mumbled, "I didn't mean to spoil things, I am simply not used to it anymore." She finished with a shrug. "You haven't spoilt a thing and I intend showing you exactly HOW much you didn't spoil it, if you will let me." He answered her with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She giggled and nodded at him. He kissed her once and moved back to his post at her stomach, kissing her again, relishing in the folds and curves there, the softness of it all. It made his cock twitch and his balls tighten as he breathed her in. Kissing down her body until he reached her mound. Fat. That was the only way to describe it, gloriously fat. He cupped it in one hand and moaned deeply, a rumble eminating from his chest as he took a deep breath and took in the smell of her, the glorious dampness of her sex, immediately making clear her want and need. Placing his lips on her he kissed her gently, just at the top of her slit. She moaned and raised her hips slightly, he knew what her body was craving, but it could wait a few more seconds. Kissing across from side to side, he licked lightly with the tip of his tongue, so light she would normally not feel it but the sensations running through her heightened everything until every touch was like a needle against her skin. Finally he arrived back at the point where he had started, his tongue dipping in just far enough to make contact with her clit. She moaned loudly as he did, her hand moving to the top of his head, pressing gently but firmly. He resisted, he wanted to tease and had every intention of doing so. Dipping in and out, only just making contact he listened to her, his eyes shut, simply breathing her in and hearing her. His hands moved to her large, fleshy thighs, running his fingertips and nails over them, feeling her reactions under him. Her hips never stopped moving, every direction as she rolled them around, her large full backside soaking up most of it, his tongue still dipping in and out, fucking her clit, tapping it so lightly. As he continued his work, her hands moved up her body to her breasts, one cupped in each hand as she manipulated them, her fingers and thumbs pulling on her sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling, pulling them until they could stretch no further and fell back to her body to wobble like jellies on a plate, a blamange of flesh rolling perfectly in time with her body, her large deep rose pink nipples, erect and aching. Her moans were becoming more urgent, less spaced, as he worked, her hands moving, alternating between scraping her nails over her sensitive skin and scraping them over her breasts, her hips moving against him with more urgency as she became more needful of a final result, more needful of an orgasm. He continued to tip her clit, waiting for the moment she reached the edge, his swollen cock aching for her, aching for his own release but relishing in his own success of bringing her to this point. "Oh christ, I'm....I'm.....I'm....ohhHHHHHH," she moaned breathlessly. He broke away and moved swiftly up her body to nestle between her parted thighs. "Nooooooo," she protested as he broke away and she opened her eyes to look for him, desperation on her face. He slid into her without hesitation and with a sigh his cock was surrounded by her heat. She looked at him and groaned at the intrusion, her cunt contracting around him tightly, pulling him in as her orgasm overtook her. Stroking rythmically into her, his need at the fore, he felt his balls tighten as he thrust one last time, deeply into her, releasing his hot cum to join her own, roaring his release to the world, as her own noises complimented his. Her fingers on his hips pulling him in, her nails digging deep making him push further as they both let the world know of their joint triumph. As their orgasms dissipated he collapsed onto her, her size comforting him, his head on her chest as she took his weight for a short time. Rolling to the side of her he pulled her in and she wriggled across until her large backside was nestled against him. They lay in silence as they got their breath back, both knowing that they would have to move at some point, have to make the motions of getting back to real life once more. Being the practical one, she made the first move with a sigh, extending her legs to move to the edge of the bed, pushing herself up and standing, turning around to him. "I had better go get a shower," she said reluctantly. "I'm coming with you," He replied and got off the bed, taking her hand and walking with her. They showered together slowly, gently, washing each other, soap running down them both in waves to pool at their feet. They interspersed their movements with light gentle kisses, each one a signal that their time together was waining. Having washed she turned the shower off and they got out, wrapping themselves in a towel and going back to the bedroom. He took hers from her and dried her, inch by inch, each fold, each curve, drinking her in before letting her go back to her life. He sat on the bed and watched as she dressed, her clothes covering up her beautiful curves bit by bit until she stood in front of him, dressed for the world outside, her eyes sparkling, smiling at him softly. "Come on, get dressed. Its time to go." She said softly. He nodded and smiled. Getting up off the bed, he started to dress, she sat and watched him, still marvelling at what he saw in her but at the same time feeling more beautiful than she had ever felt before, knowing that he was instrumental in making her feel that way. He turned to her, smart in his trousers and shirt and smiled at her. She smiled in return and moved around the room, picking things up, tidying away, making sure they both had what they came with, that nothing was left behind. Finally satisfied, she lifted her bag onto her shoulder and turned to him. He crossed the room and kissed her gently. "It was wonderful," he said. "I don't know if we will ever do it again, but either way, it was wonderful, thank you." He leant forward and kissed her gently. "We will," she replied, "We can't not." Moving close to him she wrapped herself around him, passion taking her again, not wanting to leave, to leave this behind and go back to her life. He gathered her in and kissed her thoroughly, eventually breaking away, knowing that they had to leave or it would become increasingly harder to do so. Kissing the end of her nose, he turned and picked up his bag. Turning back to her he took her hand and walked to the door. Taking a deep breath, he turned the handle and opened it, breaking the spell. Back to reality.