Don Abdul ©2009
"Excuse me ma'am, may I sit next to you. My seat is so far away from
everyone else and I have such a craving for human proximity", the
strange man joked casually. Without even looking up at him, she
shrugged her shoulders as if to say "suit yourself".
He clearly was the convivial type, and she was already bracing herself
for a long and boring flight made even worse by sitting next to a
chatterbox. This was a rather different turn of events for her though,
as Cathy seldom ever has to worry about others especially men showing
any interest in her.
Her life had been a perfect one, popular in high school, grew up into a
moderately beautiful woman. She met her husband, ex-husband Dennis back
in college and they were married for all of three years. Her tale of
woes began when after having their first and only child. For several
months after, she couldn't just shed the pregnancy fat. At first she
thought it was going to happen over time, but about a year later she it
became quite obvious that rather than lose weight, she was adding.
Within two years she had gone from 125lbs to 180lbs, and although she
still had a beautiful face Dennis seemed only to notice her extra flab.
He went from complaining and trying to force her into yoga and all
sorts of diets to going off sex. She finally realized all hope was lost
for their marriage when he started to sleep in the guest room,
complaining that she snored and prevented him from getting good nights
sleep.
They were divorced a few months later and she learned he promptly got
hitched to an "Anorexic Bimbo type he worked with. Her life went
downhill pretty quickly after the divorce, their friends made all sorts
of excuses to avoid her, and unlike before when men propositioned her
at will, the only men who approached her were the randy types looking
to take advantage of a lonely fat woman for a quick shag.
When her futile attempts at finding love again ended in tearful
heartbreak, she gave up and decided to live only for herself.
"I'm sorry but I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy but.... Am I
boring you?" asked the strange man, his deep baritone voice jostling
her mind back to the present.
‘He has such a lovely voice' a tiny voice inside of her said.
"Oh no, really it's ok" she said rather shyly.
He was such a funny man and before long he even managed to make her
laugh. His name was Keith and he worked in the hospitality industry. He
had quite an unpretentious way about him too, and he made her relax and
open up to him. Keith paid her compliments in ways she hadn't
experienced in years.
He was so good that it took her time to realize he was flirting with
her. Kathy was so flattered and decided to go with the flow. Everything
was going great then she had a Freudian slip. "What do you want from me
Keith?" She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips, but she
continued nevertheless.
"What do you, a dashing, handsome young man want from a fat divorcee? A
man such as you should be out with a sexy young model type on his arm"
There was pin drop silence; in response Keith took her pudgy hand in
his and looked into her eyes. "Cathy, don't sell yourself short dear.
And by the way who said everyman must like his women skinny? "
"Are you saying you think big women are interesting?" she asked, her
pulse beginning to race.
"Let's just say, I love to play in the Big League"
"Mmmm! So what is it about big women that you like so much?"
"Seriously?" he asked her incredulously. She nodded with a shy smile." Ok, I love their sexy curves, I love big women with big natural tits"
his eyes lowered to survey her ample bosom hungrily. "And I also love
their big asses too".
She was being lulled into erotic state of near trance by the timbre of
his deep sexy voice and the deliberate drawl of his sex drenched
rendition. "I also love the fat mound and thick pussy lips. I love the
warm embrace of their tight wet pussies too. Big women are just so
cuddly, and they have so much beauty without and within".
By the time he was done, she was so wet, and her nipples were pushing
hard at the front of her bra cups. She craved his hot mouth on her
breasts and his probing hands all over her sexy curvy body. The sexual
deprivations of the past couple of years all reared to the surface and
threatened to drown her. She desperately wanted to fuck him.
Her brain was working in overload mode. She managed to whisper, "I need
to get to the toilet" he stood up but didn't step away into the aisle
to let her pass; she had to squeeze past him. Her big tits squashed
against his and he surreptitiously slipped his hand round her back and
squeezed her voluptuous ass. "Mmmm! Naughty boy" she whispered into his
ear, the heat of her breath making his erect penis jump.
