1 comments/ 34623 views/ 7 favorites I Found Sheri: A True BBW By: Xesevoli Hi there. I like BBW stories and I want to write a BBM story soon. I believe in love and romance, and I believe erotica can be included within any human story. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it -- even if your primary motivation is just good sex... Single people tend to have habits they fall into. One of mine is meals. I don't like to dirty dishes or cooking, except on very special occasions. I don't mind dishes; it's just nicer to eat with someone around. I have three favorite places I frequent. They all have fair to good food, are clean, have a family clientele, and are open long hours and weekends. They each serve Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner -- and Breakfast can be ordered at any time of the day or night. The waitresses are all nice -- they come and go, but they can be fun. I've never asked one of them out -- why clutter my life with changing eateries if we have a falling out? A few weeks ago, I had gone into Jack's Restaurant for dinner. I know the menu by heart, but they also have daily and manager's specials that I enjoy. Mary, the tall brunette, had just taken my order and was bringing me a diet Coke when I looked up at a noise near the entrance. Seven or eight ladies were coming in and apparently it was a Birthday dinner for one of them. They were mostly laughing and teasing each other. I was sitting at a table facing the open counter where many single diners like to eat. I sit there occasionally, but not tonight. The entry aisle went between my table and the counter, and the ladies were led by the Maitre D' and filed past my table. A few of the ladies glanced at me as they passed, and a couple of them seemed curious or interested as they stared at me. The last lady in the line caught my eye, and she wasn't even looking in my direction. She had a sensuous way of walking, perfectly natural, no practiced walk. She was wearing a light pink blouse of some sort of sweater material, and her breasts were nearly unfettered in their response to her walk. I think she was wearing a bra, but her breasts were large and healthy -- the bra must have been one of those with the nearly transparent fine mesh cup things, and only intended to capture not control her breasts. She was a large woman, a big beautiful woman that was probably five foot nine or ten inches tall, and perfectly and largely proportioned in every detail. She had a beautiful face and smile-- but she wasn't even looking in my direction as she walked. As she passed, I was still amazed by her 'presence' -- that indefinable quality that makes people instantly notice and like. As she passed, my hand was on the diet Coke glass, but my mind was riveted to her. As she receded after her friends, I managed to glimpse and study the most beautiful set of hips that can be imagined. They, too, were fluid in movement and seemed to flow down the aisle. Each cheek was fully involved in her walk and the skirt was kept busy caressing and fondling them. I believe everyone has seen and been attracted to a person of the opposite gender that has an ass that is just the perfect shape and size. I was attracted. I'm a connoisseur of sorts, of women and their bodies. Some women walk the way they might have out in plowed fields at the farm, plodding and clopping. Some women develop and study a particular type of walk designed to catch a man's attention -- it is glamorous, with graceful hip and cheek movement, but strained. But, some women can walk naturally and draw the attention of every man in sight; they don't 'glide' or 'prance'. She was one of this natural group. Every guy, including me, turned and watched her walk. She was wearing a tan denim skirt that was form fitting from the low waist to the bottom of her hips, the remainder of her skirt was full as it branched out and swirled around her legs while she walked. Her hips and cheeks followed her walk perfectly. Just as some guys can throw a ball harder and faster with very little effort or practice (natural athletes), her walk was perfect and her cheeks flowed while responding to the denim. As they reached their table(s), the Maitre d' signaled two waiters who ran over and joined two of the tables into one and then rearranged the chairs. Finally, the waiters and Maitre d' held their chairs in turn as the ladies were seated. My eyes still followed her as she was seated on the opposite side of the table and facing me. As she read the menu, she still hadn't looked up once. Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you believe in the theory of soul-mates (or sole-mates)? I felt as if I'd known her all my life, and yet I'd never seen her before. There was no question that she is a large woman - and as beautiful a woman as I've seen. After reading the menu and with the waiter returning to their table, the ordering was finished. The other women seemed to talk incessantly, but she only answered a few queries that had been directed specifically to her, Minutes passed, and my waitress came with my dinner. I kept glancing to the other table and her in her direction as I ate -- and finally, as the waiter brought their food, she glanced up at me and I think she caught me staring. I tried to look nonchalant and looked further around the room. When I glanced back, she was still looking at me and now she was smiling. As I paid my bill and left, she was on my mind all the way home. Was she laughing at me? At my discomfort? Or was I just a fool to even think that a gal like that would talk to, go out with, or be seen with me? She was on my mind for the next several days, and I had trouble concentrating on my work. I returned to Jack's place every night, hoping that I might again see her -- but I felt the chances were slim and non-existent. It was Sunday night, and I sat at the counter this time. I'd given up hope while thinking that she might have been from someplace out of town, or on a visit. She might even be married with ten kids. Suddenly, I felt someone walk behind me, and I turned to see the Maitre d' preceding someone down the aisle. As I watched, she followed him about ten paces behind. I caught my breath and may have even let out a small noise -- I don't know because my mind was occupied with her. As I watched, and the Maitre d' gestured to an empty table, she paused, appeared to think for a moment and said something to him. As I saw her start to turn, I diverted my face and eyes back to my dinner. A moment later, she stepped up to the counter and asked me softly if the stool next to me was taken. I was beside myself, and having trouble remembering how to talk. I shook my head and she sat down. The waitress came up with a menu and glass of iced water for her and said she'd be right back to take the order. My companion in the next seat studied the menu and then spoke aloud saying that she didn't know why she ever looked at the menu because she already knew it by heart. I turned and almost melted from her eyes but managed to ask if she ate here often. She laughed and said that it was on her way to work, and she liked the place and the food. She also said that she ate here, on average, four times a week. Astounded, I asked why I'd never seen her here before. She smiled, picked up her glass, and as she took a drink, she responded into the glass that I had seen her here before. Taken aback, I replied that yes I had seen her once, earlier in the week, with a large group of other ladies. She laughed now, soft, with good humor and a slight blush, and mentioned that we hadn't taken our eyes from each other except on occasion that night. Now it was my turn to blush and I started to apologize when she told me not to, because she was as guilty of it as I was. She followed her comment with a smile, and then reached out to touch my hand. I was struck dumb and looked at my hand -- not wanting her to ever retract it. When the waitress returned, she ordered the evening's special and a diet Coke. Claudia, the blond waitress asked if we knew each other. We both said no, almost instantly. Claudia seemed to study our hands and then smiled and voluntarily introduced us. She went on to express interest that her two favorite patrons had never met after so many months eating at Jack's. We said hello and thanked Claudia. Her name was Sheri and I am Mike. I paused eating until her order arrived, and then noticing, she said that it was kind of me to wait, but that my dinner was cold now. I smiled and told her that I enjoyed the special best when it was cold. Now, she laughed. We talked, some, over dinner, and I found that the reason we hadn't met was that her hours at work were slightly different than my own. I quietly vowed to shift my hours to match hers. I also, found that she frequented the other two restaurants that I use, and she told me of one that I wasn't aware of. Our dining habits, and tastes for food, were similar. Best of all, she wasn't married or attached at the moment. We finished dinner, and walked to the cashier. It was only six thirty at night. Claudia came over and Sheri laid her check on the counter as she opened her purse. I had my wallet out and laid my check on the counter, and told Sheri that I'd love to take care of the bill. She shook her head, laid a twenty dollar bill on the counter, and turned to face me. Very seriously, she informed me that if she was to be a 'kept' woman, that I would have to take of her rent, too. For a moment I was shocked and said nothing, my mouth was open. Claudia was first to break the straight face, and you could have heard her laughter at the other end of the street. Now Sheri started laughing and had to hold the counter to keep from falling. At my expense, the laughter finally settled and Sheri looked at me and told me that she was not serious. Claudia informed me that Sheri was following something that she, herself, had told a trucker last night. Apparently the trucker was too friendly with Claudia and so she put him in his place. Now it was my turn to laugh. I was still laughing as I held the door open and we left. It happened that our cars were parked next to each other in the lot. As we approached her car, I paused and asked if I could see her again. She replied that she'd be here at six in the morning if I was here, too. I was nervous, and it took several tries before I'd finally explained that I really meant something like a date. She smiled, and my soul lifted. She said that she knew what I meant and had thought maybe she'd ask me, but I'd beaten her to it. She said that now she knew I was interested, she wanted to invite me right now to her place for coffee. I volunteered to drive her, but we took our own cars and I followed. She motioned for me to park my car in a visitor's slot and then she entered her own covered parking slot. I was at her car door to open it as she turned off the ignition and retrieved her purse. As she got out of the car, her skirt slid up and I got my first look at her beautiful legs. As she continued, I noticed again her breasts move enticingly under her blouse. When she'd locked the car, she took my arm and placed it around her waist as we walked toward her apartment. The apartment was on the second floor and tastefully decorated -- I liked it immediately. She told me to get comfortable and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I heard her ask from the kitchen if I'd rather have something other than coffee, and perhaps desert. I asked if she had any Coke (soda), and she laughed again and asked if I hadn't had my fill in the restaurant. I told her that when I got home I always had a Coke before bed. I heard the refrigerator door close and then heard her walking back to the living room. She handed me the coke and a glass of ice, and then she offered me a small plate of Blueberry Cobbler and a fork. We sat next to each other on the sofa and she smiled again, quizzically. I asked what was amusing and she told me that she was only trying to determine if that was a proposition. Again, I was flustered but managed to ask what she meant. She quoted me back my remark about asking for Coke and then adding that I always drank Coke before bed. She asked if that was why she thought that I'd been invited up. I stammered and shook my head, and started to explain, when she laughed again. When she stopped, she looked at me again and asked if she was that transparent. I asked what she meant, and she bent forward and kissed me. Bliss, harmony, pleasure and heaven all in one simple kiss. As she pulled back, I took her hand and pulled her to me. When she was seated next to me, I put both arms around her and returned the favor. It was a long, lingering, soul-satisfying kiss. It exceeded every kiss I'd ever known and I never wanted it to end. When we finally paused to catch a breath, I reached slowly over and cupped a breast -- she trembled noticeably and I leaned forward to kiss her again. This time my hand found its way under her blouse and fumbled under her bra. I could feel the softness of her breast beneath the bra, but I wanted to feel her softness in my hands. She kept the kiss, but managed to lean back far enough to unsnap her bra. I felt the warmth of her breasts with both hands and then used both hands to softly cup one of them and to fondle its nipple. She took a deep breath as I began handling them, and occasionally moaned softly. She broke the kiss and turned away from me, she quickly removed her blouse and then lay down across my lap looking up. Her head rested on my cock and it regained its randy nature instantly. She must have felt my arousal, because she moved her head against it and smiled up at me. Her breasts were magnificent. I've always loved a woman's breast, but I've always loved other parts of her anatomy also. I can't overstate this, her breasts were everything that I ever wanted in a woman's upper anatomy, and then much more. I bent over and slowly began a slow exploration with my tongue. One hand kneaded the breast it was on, and I explored the other with my free hand. The softness and delicacy of those breasts were enhanced by their liveliness and resiliency. As I worked, her hands came up and pulled my head down firmly against them. She began to shake softly and her upper body came alive with excitement. She freed one hand from my head and I watched as she lightly caressed herself through the denim skirt. Now she began to shake more violently and only said "Oh!" Next, she pulled my face down and kissed me slowly and passionately. Suddenly she pulled away and reached up to touch my face. The palm and fingers of each hand softly stroked my cheek, my jaw, my upper lip and finally the sides of my face. She commented on how smooth my face was and asked me what type of razor I used. I told her that I always used a safety razor, and she seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Suddenly she sat up, took my hand and stood. As she pulled, I stood and followed her into her bedroom. She slowly took off my shirt and sat me on the bed while she removed my shoes, socks and finally my pants. Next she unbuttoned and lowered her skirt -- she was wearing nothing under her skirt. She glanced again at me and reached out to fondle me through my briefs. Smiling again, she whispered that she was happy that I was feeling aroused by her nakedness. Now, she pulled me toward another door, the bathroom. When we entered, she turned on the water in the shower without entering, and then took a safety razor from the medicine cabinet and handed it to me. When I asked what it was for, she said nothing, slid back the door and entered the shower -- still pulling me after her. She asked if I'd be more comfortable leaving my shorts out of the shower. I quickly removed them and tossed them on the floor outside. There was a small plastic chair sitting back in the unused corner of the stall. As the cool shower water cascaded over her beautiful body, she put her head back and then raised her hands and ran them slowly over her body, wetting it thoroughly. I was in awe as her hands slowly caressed and cupped water over her pubic area. She smiled and studied my body. She was undressing a nude man with her eyes. Finally, she explained that she'd shaven her legs this morning but skipped her private parts, because she hadn't expected to need them shaven. However after feeling my face, she'd had the Idea that I might enjoy everything more if there was no stubble in the way. I looked down and commented that I saw no stubble. She took two of my fingers and pulled them across the area and I could feel the faint roughness of newly grown hair. I asked if she intended me to shave her, and added that I'd never shaved a lady before. She smiled and said that she trusted me explicitly and that she'd always had a fantasy where a nude man shaved her privately. She'd decided tonight that I was that man. I was speechless for the moment, and she asked if I would be unhappy doing it. I somehow managed to mumble no and that I really would like such an opportunity. She simply said 'good!' and raised one foot to rest on the stall chair. I slowly sank to my knees and then to the floor of the shower holding the razor, and wearing only a stupid smile. She spread her thighs more and I could distinguish the pale pink outline of the lips of her pussy. I had to gasp for air before she asked if I was okay. I told her tentatively that I was okay and trying to decide where to start. She was smiling, and I think she enjoyed my discomfort. Slowly, I reached up with the razor and tried to stroke the area at the sides of the entrance to her enchanted land. It didn't work too well, and she suggested that I treat it just as I would my own neck while shaving. This was not my neck, but I managed to reach with my other hand and kind of use one finger just inside and one outside to stretch the skin so that I could begin to shave it. I asked if she wanted me to lather it and she replied that the warm water was enough. I was so nervous and careful -- I didn't want to cut or scrape that preciousness. As I switched hands to the other lip she shuddered and I heard a minor moan. I was encouraged and more emboldened to realize that she was enjoying it, too. I slowly shaved all that I could reach and started to crawl under her when she turned and bent over giving me perfect access and a perfect view of her ass and the rear of her pussy lips. I moved closer and shaved them, too. As I was inspecting them, I had the sudden urge to kiss them -- so I did. She was looking back between her legs and asked what I was doing -- I told her that I was only checking with my lips to see if all the stubble was gone from her lips. She smiled and asked if it was. I told her that I'd better check again, and this time I did it with my tongue. This time her moan was loud with ecstasy. She was so soft and sweet and fun -- I wanted to do this all night. But after a few spasms of her entire body, she stood slowly, pulling away from me and turned around. She was breathing hard, but managed to catch her breath and take the razor from my hand. She told me to stand up as she sat on the shower chair. I stood and she said that she was going to shave me. I told her that I didn't shave there and I was afraid I'd be laughed at if anyone ever found out. This time she smiled again and told me not to worry, because they wouldn't be able to tell. She pulled me closer and wrapped one hand around my rigid cock while lifting and moving it to the side. Then, softly she told me that she needed both hands free. She used her lips and tongue to move it and then asked me to hold it that way. She wrapped my scrotum around the finger of one hand and shaved it with the other. Then she methodically repeated the procedure with the flesh immediately adjacent to the just completed shaven area. It was erotic. When finally she'd finished, she started to take me more completely into her mouth, but I insisted that it was my turn to sit on the chair. She stood and faced me as I sat down. I placed one hand behind her knee, pulled and caused her to bend the knee. I placed the knee over my wet shoulder and buried my face into her pussy -- she was delicious, but I wanted so much more. I Found Sheri: A True BBW I stood and lathered her body and used a washcloth to massage every part. When I'd finished and rinsed her, she washed me the same way. She spent almost as much time on my ass and between my legs and cheeks as I did with hers -- I had the time advantage as I also managed to diligently wash each breast several times. When she'd finished and rinsed me, I turned off the cool water and toweled her dry. Still in the shower, she dried me too. When she'd finished, I wrapped the wet towel around her and picked her up. She complained that I might hurt my back, but as aroused as I was -- my adrenalin had kicked in and she was light as a feather -- I carried her back to the bed. When she was lying down, I crawled between her legs and began a very serious oral love period. She was so beautiful, so lively, so much fun, so sexy, so unusual in her attitude, and so open in everything she did, that I never wanted to leave. I practiced my best technique and held her in a continuous period of ecstasy, and an almost continuous flow of passion. I wanted her to know how good she tasted, how good she felt to me, and how much I needed to satisfy her. Eventually, as she was almost crying for no more, I moved slowly up tracing my tongue in a continuous path from where I'd been to her soft stomach, lingering at her navel and then up to her breasts. She sighed, placed both arms around my neck and asked in a whisper where I had been all of her life. Then we kissed. She fondled me and stroked me, but I must have held back too long, because I couldn't climax. It was the start of a weekend and she asked if I had to be anywhere special. When I said no, she decided that I would spend the weekend in her bed and her apartment. Then she asked if I had any objections. Well, a gentleman probably should have said that she needed some personal time to herself. So, I said no and I stayed. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I dreamed. In my dream it was last night, I was aroused and in the mood for making love to her, but I wasn't very successful. I'd fallen asleep, and woke about one AM and this time I did have a rager. I'd dreamed that I'd gone to bed alone and naked, with the fan blowing across me, and when I awoke it seemed that I wasn't alone. In my dream, I rolled over and could make out her form in the illumination coming from the bathroom's night light. She was facing away from me, on her side and wearing a very sheer nightgown, it was so short that it only came to her hips -- it was a scarlet color and quite transparent. The color contrasted perfectly with her very long dark hair. The gown had shifted as she slept so that it rode high over her hips. In my dream, I lay there and watched for a long time. Finally I could stand it no more, and reached out to caress her hip. I felt her shudder when I touched her, but my fingers traced from as far as I could reach up, to as far as I could reach down. I let my fingernails drag very softly and felt small goose bumps rise on her flesh. I let my hand trail across her wonderfully smooth ass. I covered both cheeks and then I trailed the nail of one finger ever so softly in the split between its cheeks, from where it disappeared between her legs to a spot up and along her back. Slowly, I used my other hand to carefully lift the hem of her nightgown higher, to where when I leaned forward and over her; I could see her magnificent breasts. I started slowly on her right knee and used the slow movement of my nails to trace up her thigh, across her right cheek, circle and return to trace across to the entrance to her pubic area. I let my fingers slowly draw across the area of those luscious lips at the mouth of her pussy, up across her tummy, and then up and around her right breast. She shivered and moaned in her sleep, as I focused on her right nipple. I moved closer to her and my stiffened cock touched that split between her cheeks. Slowly, I placed one hand on the lower cheek and the other on the upper cheek and spread them without waking her. The stiffness of my erection placed its head right at the rear entrance to her pussy, and as I slid slightly up in the bed and closer to her, it folded and lay lengthwise against her anus. I released the cheeks slowly and my cock rested there stretching the full length between her cheeks. It felt good to be trapped this way. Now, I was against her and I rested my left arm on the mattress and used my weight to depress it slightly and let my arm slide under her waist without waking her. When my arm was fully inserted, I eased my other hand from where the mattress had been depressed by it. I reached over her with my right arm and then brought both hands up to cup her breasts in the palms of my hands. I slowly kneaded the soft tissue and rubbed my palm slowly across each nipple, trying to stimulate them in her sleep. Her nipples were now very erect. I kissed the nape of her neck softly and then her right ear. She stirred slightly, and I could feel her warmth in my hands, my chest, my mouth, and wrapped around my cock. I must have disturbed her because she made a slight humming sound and then without moving her body, she turned her neck and kissed me. It was a soft, warm, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue came alive and then she seemed to tighten the muscles in her cheeks and my cock felt warmer and grew harder. She tightened and released me several times, before she finally turned toward me and my cock slid from between her cheeks. The sensation was exquisite, and I felt slightly depressed for a moment as it slid away from her and my cock's head slid silently away from that back entrance to her pussy. As she turned and tried to reach for me, I pushed her hands away and asked her to get up on all fours. Puzzled she did as I asked, still sleepy and half awake. I pulled away from her and stood up, then I went to the foot of the bed -- her head turned to follow me and she looked as if she were about to say something. But, I lay on my back and moved toward her until my head was between her legs and her pussy directly above my eager mouth. Now, I reached my arms around her hips and pulled myself up and kissed those soft warm lips. I continued with a bear hug around her hips as I ran my tongue from the back to the front of her pussy. I could taste the sweetness of her as I worked. She shuddered a little as my mouth forced her lips further apart and my tongue began the more serious part of its business. Her knees slid apart on the mattress, as she lowered herself onto me. I maintained my hug and the lip seal on her pussy as she settled onto my face. I could feel her arousal and the stiffness of her clit as I continued. The sweetness came more pronounced and a slight amount of fluid wet my palate. With no need for the bear hug, I released my grip on her hips and reached one hand in from behind and one from in front and began to manipulate her pussy. One hand lifted and held the shroud over her clit and the thumb and forefinger reached in to hold it while my mouth began to suck and my tongue to play. My other hand, spread the back of her lips and three fingers entered and began to first lubricate and then to stroke her pussy. My fingers found her g-spot and began softly stroking it as my tongue increased its presence. Now I could feel her warmth and she began a slow, continuous, moaning climax and began to push down harder on my face. I caught and swallowed just in time as her juices flooded my mouth. It is a pleasure for a man to maintain his lady in this continuous state of climax, and the after reward is more than just special. She was so warm, so sweet, and so succulent in her climax that I had no trouble keeping up with the steady flow she yielded. Suddenly, this continuous climax became a hard and thrusting experience as her g-spot caused her to cum from her vagina, too. Her minor orgasms had lasted more than an hour, but this final explosion came in a heartbeat and lingered for only a few minutes. Now, she pulled her knees together and tried to get up and away from me. She was desperate and yet loving as she finally pushed my face away. I rolled onto my side and squirmed my way up to her breasts and began another assault on them. Still breathing hard, she grabbed my head and pulled it hard against her breast and one glorious nipple. I teased and circled that nipple until she came again. This time she pushed me away and then curled up against my chest with her head nestled there, and her knees bent and drawn up against my own hardness. After a few moments, she put her head back and looked at me and whispered thank you. But, before I could thank her myself -- I found that her hands had reached down and circled my cock. She held me that way for a few moments before beginning to stroke me. Her hands were so soft and warm, my erection increased yet again. She freed one hand and lowered it and softly held my balls. As I lay back, and her breathing became less labored, she scooted down and took me between her soft lips. She put her head back and looked up at me without ever leaving my cock. After a moment, she removed her mouth, smiled at me and said "good". Before I could say anything she said "You taste good and I'm starved for something to eat." I laughed aloud and she smiled again as she resumed working on me. My staying power was being tested, as I struggled to keep from cumming. Finally, she pulled her head back again and said "Please?" with a questioning and pleading look. How could I refuse such a plea? I grabbed her face softly between my hands and began to stroke, and she continually allowed me to momentarily enter her throat. Almost instantly, I felt my cock, my balls, and my prostate convulse and I released everything into her warm throat and mouth. Now, it was my turn to lie back, gasping for air, but she would have no part of that. She cleaned me and rotated in the bed to lie next to me. I wrapped my arms around her and spoke softly my own thank you. She fondled me for fifteen minutes until I was ready again and then slowly crawled over onto me and sat up. She guided my stiffening cock into her pussy and I felt she must have learned this from a horseback riding competition, as she fucked me to her orgasm, paused and repeated it several more times. Now she sat on me and with that little twitch she has down there, she fucked me again and again -- finally, maintaining her movement as she felt me tensing. One last time for tonight, we exploded together, rested and went sixty-nine to clean each other. Then I woke to the sound of a dog barking in the apartment next door -- I hadn't cum after all -- but I was even harder and in need of satisfaction. I knew instantly where I was and felt a wave of extreme gratitude and happiness. I only hoped that my morning appearance wouldn't turn her off, and cause her to wonder why she'd ever done it. Slowly I turned over to face her, and caught my breath. She was absolutely naked and even more beautiful than I'd remembered. The sunlight from partially opened Venetian blinds crossed her body and caressed it softly. I lay still, not wanting to waken her, and just studied her as she lay on her side facing away from me. That beauty and grace of her hips, her soft cheeks, her long legs, and her alluring back held me hypnotized. She was everything I'd ever wanted. I wanted to begin my morning by exploring every part of her and by listening for her sweet voice. After a few moments she rolled over and closer to me. She was now on her side facing me and I experienced another breathtaking view. I saw her beautifully formed breasts and studied them in detail. An artist couldn't do justice to their beauty. My eyes wandered to her beautiful face -- made more alluring by the muss of her hair and the softness in her sleep. I chuckled to myself as she began to softly snore. Again, my eyes wandered and took in the soft roundness of her tummy and that promise of territory yet unexplored. I continued down and saw the nakedness where I'd shaved and the gentle curve of her hips as they formed a perfect nestling place from the cares of any day. Her legs were folded slightly with her knees forward. One hand cushioned her face, while the other dangled from an arm resting with the elbow nestled in that space at her side where the hips joined the upper torso. Slowly she seemed to be waking and she brought the upper knee forward and up while she rolled her hips slightly and her thighs spread wider. I was instantly aroused by the view, and ached for more of her. My gaze was occupied momentarily elsewhere apparently, when she opened her eyes. She spread her thighs wider and then laughed softly a moment later. When I looked up she was smiling and then asked what I was watching. I was at a loss for words, again, and she smiled more openly and reached for me. I moved into her arms and we kissed good morning. I felt her warmth and softness as she thanked me for last night, reached down and held me, and then asked how long I'd been awake. She told me that she'd woken several times that morning and watched me sleep -- she also told me that most of the time I'd been severely aroused and she'd wanted to do something for me, but let me sleep instead. I felt so relieved that she hadn't rejected me this morning that I wanted to pleasure her. But first, I asked if she had anything in the refrigerator. She apologized and started to get up -- but she told me that the refrigerator was stocked as I pulled her back down and made her stay there while I got breakfast. I asked and received confirmation that she had a waffle maker. I fixed delicious waffles with butter, maple syrup and sliced fresh strawberries dusted with sugar. I made juice from frozen orange concentrate and then cooked three slices of bacon for each of us. I served breakfast in bed, and ate off a warm plate on her tummy. It was the best meal I ever had, and I was ready for desert before she'd finished. Have you ever lain on your back, with a lady mounted and moving above you while holding a fork and plate in her hands eating breakfast? Eat your heart out -- or try it yourself. It was indescribable. It was our first intercourse and it was better than the best. Her bottom fit me like a well tailored glove, and her pussy surrounded and tended me like a mother might do with her first born. It was a life's moment for me. We spent the weekend talking, and making love. We enjoyed trying, experimenting, with things we'd only heard about, dreamed about, or wondered about, and I made up my mind that I wanted to be with this lady for the rest of my life.