Chloe worked at the front of the store as one of the cashiers. She was strikingly cute: five feet six inches tall, with beautiful, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her complexion was light, and she possessed a distinct pear-like build. Her smaller chest, flat stomach, and narrow waist transitioned dramatically into an incredible set of wide hips, a large, round bottom, and thick thighs. Her jeans deserved a medal for containing that much curve without the seams giving way.

She rarely spoke to him, an older coworker in a different department, outside of a quick "hi" when he brought a customer up for checkout or when they passed in the aisles. That changed when her best friend, who also worked at the store, came to her distressed about being harassed by another employee. Chloe had witnessed the behavior but didn't know how they could stop it.

Following the advice of a female coworker, the two girls went to see him in his department. They explained the situation, and he immediately agreed to help. A prompt email and phone call got the process rolling with HR. He guided them through the necessary steps, and the issue was resolved within a few days.

One afternoon, Chloe used her break to go to his department and thank him personally. Their conversation lingered, moving from work to other topics, and over time, a genuine friendship began to form.

That spring, she was assigned to the outdoor greenhouse area when he came out to help unload a truck and water the plants. They chatted whenever there was a lull in the steady stream of customers buying spring flowers.

When their shift ended and their replacements arrived, they wished each other a good night and left the store.

The craziness of the workday had kept him from eating lunch, so before heading home, he stopped at a local burger place for dinner and a beer. He found a table and was looking over the menu after ordering a cold drink. As he took a few sips, he glanced up and saw Chloe waiting at the hostess counter. He motioned her over, asking if she wanted to join him. He offered to buy, and she happily accepted.

They talked about the chaotic day. After they had finished eating, the conversation grew more personal. She mentioned she was going home to hop in her mom's hot tub and do some reading before bed. He agreed that a soak sounded good and planned to do the same at his place, perhaps watching some TV instead of reading.

Thinking there was no chance she would accept, he impulsively invited her over. To his great surprise, she immediately loved the idea, eager to talk more and see the house that everyone at work always talked about.

He gave Chloe his address. She planned to stop home quickly to grab a swimsuit and check in with her mother. He added that he had a collection of clean, extra swimwear if she preferred to wear something of his.

Chloe went home, spoke with her mother briefly, and told her she was going to hang out with a friend for a while. She grabbed a few items from her room and drove to her coworker’s house.

She parked in front of the garage and made her way inside, finding him in the kitchen. He showed her to a guest room so she could change, pointing out that if she wanted different attire, the extra swimwear was in the large dresser to the right.

She placed her bag on the foot of the bed and looked through the drawers. Nothing in them seemed to be very large. A top would be fine, but the bottoms would wear like a thong on her ample figure.

There was something about the thought of exposing herself to him in that way that sent a thrill through her stomach. "What the hell," she murmured to herself. Chloe undressed and tried on a few different bikini bottoms until she found a tiny one that made her wide hips and huge posterior look phenomenal.

Wrapping a towel around her hips, she met him back in the kitchen. When she walked in, his eyes gave her a quick but thorough inspection, traveling from her toes all the way up to her face. She smiled when their eyes finally met. He handed her a bottle of water, and they went out back.

He stepped into the bubbling water first and offered her his hand. Taking a deep breath, she nervously untied the towel, letting it drop to the ground. As she took his hand and lowered herself in, she caught the look in his eyes. He watched her intently as she sank into the water up to her mid-waist before he finally broke the gaze.

She had never been interested in older men before, let alone this one. But there was something about the way he treated her, the intensity of the way he looked at her, that she found deeply appealing.

They talked about everything and nothing. Since neither knew much about the other, it was like a long, back-and-forth Q&A. They shared laughs and complained about work and some of their colleagues.

Feeling warm, Chloe sat up on a step, letting most of her torso rise out of the hot water. "Why don't you step out and do a cold water rinse under the shower over there?" he suggested. "The cold water will feel amazing and cool you down just enough to get back in."

"Won't that be a shock to the system?" she inquired.

"Not at all," he said, popping out of the tub and turning the water on, letting the cold stream run down his body. "See? Then you get right back into the hot water."

Stepping back in, he looked at Chloe, who was still hesitant. She finally got out and stood under the shower head, turning the cold water on. It was at this moment that he got his first complete look at Chloe’s wide hips, round backside, and substantial thighs.

When he didn't immediately answer a question she had posed, she looked back and caught his wide-open eyes glued to her backside. She held her hand down and snapped her fingers, successfully breaking the intense stare fixed on her large, pale butt.

He looked up, slightly but not truly embarrassed at being caught. Chloe smiled, communicating wordlessly that it was okay for him to look.

Once back in the tub, she leaned forward and asked him softly, "Did you like what you saw?" He started to apologize, but she stopped him. "It's okay," she said. "Not many people seem to pay attention to everything I’ve got going on down there."

The conversation quickly turned more personal, and eventually, Chloe mentioned she was getting too hot again and asked if they could go inside.

She led the way into the house, this time choosing not to wrap the towel around her hips. His eyes absorbed every curve, every slight wiggle, and every sway of her hips and rear.

Once inside, he directed her to the bathroom to rinse off and dry. "There are towels and anything else you might need in there," he told her. "Then we can find something to watch on TV."

Chloe closed the door, took off her bikini, and rinsed off in the shower. She dried herself and adjusted her hair, all the while wondering why he made her skin, and especially her thighs, tingle.

Instead of getting dressed, she wrapped a fresh, dry towel around her body and walked back out to where he was sitting.

"Do you need something to wear?" he asked. "There are all kinds of things in the same dresser where you got the bikini from."

"No, I’m fine," she replied, smiling. "I'm pretty comfortable this way."

His smile made her feel even better about the decision she was about to make. She stood directly in front of his recliner, where he sat and, with slow certainty, untied the towel, letting it pool around her ankles.

"Chloe, are you... Are you sure?" he stammered, his eyes wide.

"Yes, I am sure of what I am doing," she replied, her voice firm, as she straddled his lap, facing him. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Thank you for always being so nice to me, even when I was cold to you at work. I just never talked to people there I didn't already know." She then kissed him softly on the cheek.

As she pulled back, her face hovered inches from his. He seemed momentarily speechless, unsure how to react. So, Chloe decided for him, settling the matter with a kiss directly on his lips.

His initial shock melted away. His hands slid from the arms of his chair, finding purchase on the sides of her cool, incredibly thick thighs, which he began to gently stroke up and down.

Their kiss deepened instantly, their tongues dancing together, delving into the warmth of each other’s mouths. They shared breath, one inhaling the other in a consuming cycle.

His hands, no longer merely stroking, moved with increasing urgency. They slid up her thighs, settling fully around Chloe's firm, expansive cheeks. He reveled in how her backside generously overflowed his large hands, while she moaned slightly, delighting in the firm pressure of his touch against her pale, fleshy curves.

Both reacted instinctively to the pleasure the other was giving and receiving. They stayed locked together for what felt like an eternity, neither wanting to break the intense connection long enough to decide what came next.

He held Chloe's hips tight against him, shifting his weight forward in the chair until he was standing, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her down the hall toward his room, their kiss unbroken, tongues still deep in each other’s mouths.

He carefully set her on the bed, and she immediately slipped back toward the middle of the mattress. He quickly shed his shirt and dropped his shorts. Chloe's eyes immediately locked onto his big, hard, erect cock and the two big balls hanging below. She had felt the bulge while sitting on his lap, but she hadn't anticipated anything like the reality of what she was seeing now.

He gently guided her to lie back and positioned himself between her thighs. He started kissing, alternating between each thigh, beginning near her knees and slowly working his way up. He took his time, kissing every inch on his way up. When his face was a fraction of an inch from her pussy, he could smell her desire—a scent he pulled in with deep inhales, fueling his own need. He began to kiss the outer perimeter of her, softly and with intense deliberation, making each light touch of his lips drive her crazy with anticipation.

Chloe's breath began to skip with each of those kisses. Then, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her slit and slowly slid upward, slipping through her lips. Her head immediately tipped back, and a soft, uncontrolled moan escaped her throat as his tongue swept across her opening and softly flicked over her tiny, hidden clitoris before tracing back down again, causing her hips to instinctively lift, tilting toward his mouth and inviting him to delve deeper.

He took her silent invitation, slipping his tongue firmly into her core. He used his tongue with practiced skill, alternating between slow, deep sweeps and quick, sharp licks. Chloe’s soft moans escalated, becoming strangled cries as the pleasure quickly intensified. Her hands flew up, blindly gripping handfuls of his hair, pulling him closer to the driving, primal need between her legs. She arched violently against him, her body rigid as she felt the powerful, shuddering orgasm break loose. She cried out his name, her climax consuming her in a blinding wave that left her body trembling.  

Chloe lifted his head and, in a desperate, breathless tone, demanded, "Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" He slowly slid his body up between her thighs, easing them open even wider. The sight of her, ready to take him in, fueled the intense lust that had been brewing between them. He guided the head of his cock through her wet lips and began to push inside her. Chloe’s breath instantly caught as he stretched her open, slowly accommodating his big cock. He slipped deeper with each push until his body was finally pressed tight against hers, fully connected.

"Fuck, Chloe," he groaned.

"I know," she gasped back. "I know!"

He began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. She had only been with a couple of boys as she had just broken up with a long-time bf a few months ago.  Neither of those guys packed anything close to what he is plowing into her.

As time went on, his thrusts became harder,  more deliberate. Each thrust jarring Chloe's body, her eyes screaming for more, her body wanting everything he could give her. 

He moved her legs to his shoulders to feel the back of her thighs against his body. Rubbing her feet on his face and sucking on her toes, he continued to pump his cock in and out of her amazing pussy.

Chloe whimpered, trying desperately to speak, but all that escaped were ragged moans. Her hands gripped the blankets beneath her, and her head pressed hard into the mattress. Her back arched violently as a devastating orgasm ripped through her body, flooding her with the most intense orgasm she'd ever known.

"Fuck yeah, Chloe! Come on my cock!" he commanded.

He leaned forward, pressing her legs further back toward her chest, and repeatedly smashed into her with everything he had. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," was the only word Chloe could utter, her eyes reflecting a look of pure, animalistic lust. She was already on the verge of another earth-shattering orgasm. He could see the strain on her face and feel the energy radiating from her body. He was moments away from his own nut-busting release but fiercely held back, intent on pushing her over the edge one more time.

Just as the next orgasm seized Chloe's body, he rammed into her, pushing deep and pausing. The powerful contraction of her body triggered his. He shot the first of a dozen pulses of semen deep inside her. With each subsequent thrust and pause, more of his cum poured into her body.

Both of them were breathing like they had just run a marathon. He stayed deep inside her for another few minutes before finally sliding out of her freshly fucked core and flopping next to her like a bag of wet cement.

"Jesus Christ," he said, rolling his head to face her. "You are a fucking rock star! A lot of women I'm with can't take that kind of pounding." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

She let out a cute giggle. "That was crazy good," she agreed. "My ex could never do anything like that to me."

"That's the difference between boys and men," he told her simply.

After more talking and gentle petting, it was time for a bathroom break and a much-needed glass of water. When Chloe finally stood up, she wobbled, immediately having to use the wall to steady herself. He had truly turned her legs into Jello.

Meeting up in the kitchen, each of them worked on a glass of water. His eyes wouldn't stop roaming over her, lingering on every inch of her figure in a silent, possessive gaze. Chloe reached for a paper towel to clean up more of his semen, which was running down the inside of her left thigh. "You came a ton," she remarked with a sinful look. "I'm going to be cleaning this up for hours."

"There's one thing, though, Chloe," he told her with a smile.

"What's that?" she replied, leaning in.

"I'm not finished with you yet. I've got one more round in me, if not two." The glint in her eyes was as bright as ever, and a rarely seen, excited smile spread across her face. "Doggy this time?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he told her, flashing a devilish look. After another moment of shared anticipation, they set their glasses down and headed back to the bedroom.

Once back in the room, Chloe climbed into the center of the bed. She settled onto her hands and knees, back arched down, presenting her two large, round cheeks perfectly. Looking back at him, she asked, "Is this how you want me?"

"Yes, Chloe," he answered, his voice demanding. "This is how I want you, over and over and over again."

She knew what was about to happen would be incredible. His hands parted her large, fleshy cheeks and he buried his face between them. His head all but disappeared as his tongue swirled around her butthole and then through her still-leaking baby maker.

Taking position behind her, one hand gripped her ample bottom and the other guided his hard cock. He slowly, firmly pushed back into Chloe’s pussy. With both hands now firmly clamped onto her hips, he began to fuck her. The rhythmic, slapping sound of their bodies thundered through the house.

Several minutes into this round, her moans began to get louder. He knew she was close once again. He reached up, gathered Chloe’s long blonde hair, wrapped it tightly in one hand, and jerked her head back. Chloe loved having her hair pulled, and she let him know it with a sharp inhale. His pace quickened, relentlessly driving her closer to the edge of another body-rocking orgasm.

Moans, groans, and whimpers flowed from her mouth until she crashed over the edge. She let out a loud, "OH FUUCCKKKKKK!"

He did not let up. He continued to smash away against Chloe’s backside like he was on a primal mission. He took saliva onto his hand and rubbed it around her upturned butthole. With a smooth, steady push, he buried his thumb deep inside her asshole. This only made Chloe louder, causing her to buck even wilder than she already was.

Pounding away at her backside, Chloe's next orgasm began to build. As the wave surged, her asshole clenched around his thumb like a vise, and her pussy tightened fiercely around his cock. Breathless and growing weak, she managed to look back at him. "Cum in me," she pleaded. "Please, cum in me!"

"Does Chloe's little pussy need another load dumped into it?" he taunted.

"Yes, please do it! PLEASEE!" She continued to beg until her wish came true. Pushing in tight to her, his thumb still firmly mounted in her ass, his body released the next powerful wave of his seed to flow deep inside her wanting body.

He stayed buried deep inside her, his body shaking with the force of his load being deposited deep inside of her. Finally, he pulled out, letting his thumb slide free from her gripping butthole. He collapsed onto the mattress next to her, pulling Chloe over onto his chest. Both of them were tacky with sweat, exhausted, and breathing in ragged, deep gasps.

They lay there in a tangle of limbs and damp sheets, the only sounds the slow thump of their hearts.

"I think," Chloe finally murmured, her voice scratchy, "I'm going to need help walking tomorrow."

He chuckled softly, running a hand over the curve of her hip. "You took that so well. One if the best I’ve had, you should be proud."

They talked for a while, the exhaustion making their conversation soft and meandering. After a short rest, they reluctantly rose, toweling off and slipping into fresh clothes he provided. They eventually migrated back to the living room, settling onto the couch. Chloe immediately snuggled up beside him, her head resting on his chest, feeling safe and content. They watched a movie, the low volume and quiet presence filling the room with comforting domesticity.

The spell was broken by the sharp, insistent chime of her phone. She looked at the screen, saw her mother’s name, and sighed before answering.

"Hi, Mom," Chloe said, trying to keep her voice light and even.

Her mother's voice, slightly muffled, came through the speaker. Her immediate questions were sharp: Who are you with? And I hope this man doesn't have some ill intentions for you.

Chloe gently pulled away from his chest and sat up straighter, moving her hand to casually touch the back of his neck as she reassured her. "No, Mom, it's not like that at all. We just sat in the hot tub, had some ice cream, and now we’re just watching another movie."

Her mom then pressed: Where are the two of you sitting right now?

Chloe glanced quickly at the man beside her, still nestled on the couch with his hand securely positioned on her inner thigh. She swallowed and forced a lie: "Oh, I'm on the couch and he’s in his recliner, a few feet away."

She maintained the conversation for a few more minutes, ensuring her voice sounded bored and completely innocent before finally hanging up, letting out a heavy sigh as she dropped the phone onto the cushion.

Without a word, she immediately melted back into his side, burrowing her head under his chin. His arm wrapped around her, and he kissed the top of her head, silently acknowledging the quick deception. The interruption had done little to break the bubble of intimacy they had created. They settled back in, watching the credits roll on one movie and beginning another. Eventually, the comforting rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of the room lulled them both to sleep right there on the couch, confirming that Chloe would be staying the night.