Tammy sat at her favorite table at Corleone’s in downtown Savannah. She liked this table because she could see nearly every other table in the restaurant, and being a people person, that was enjoyable to her. She was a regular on Wednesday early evening, and the hostess always held the table open for her. It was her one night a week that she ate apart from her responsibilities as a mother and helpful daughter.

She’d enjoy watching various groups and play a game with herself, imagining what their stories were. A group of businessmen, loud and boisterous as the number of drinks increased, who joked with each other, often with suggestive comments and tones. A group of college-age girls, laughing and giggling almost constantly, reminded her of when she was that age and went out with her friends. A romantic couple occasionally reminded her of the good days with the man who was now her ex, but that seemed so long ago.

For the last three weeks, she noticed a man eating alone. He was clearly older than her, with mostly white hair, and a fit body; broad shoulders, trim legs that she’d bet were muscular, and a bit of a belly that he subconsciously tried to suck in when he stood. What struck her more than anything, though, was that he looked sad, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. She wondered what his handsome face would look like in a happier mood.

He seemed to enjoy his meal, though he only smiled slightly when the wait staff spoke to him. He always had a glass of red wine, Chianti, she heard him order last time, but his meal varied. He ate slowly, like he had nowhere to be after dinner, so why hurry?

He arrived tonight while she was having her salad. Their eyes met briefly, and he offered her the same small smile he had shown the servers. The hostess sat him at a table closer to her than last time, and she couldn’t help staring at times; once or twice, he caught her doing so. He acknowledged her with a nod and a friendlier smile.

She felt drawn to him. A compassionate person, Tammy usually saw the good in people first and presented a kind, gentle, and, usually, happy persona. She wished she could help him, but also felt an attraction that he seemed to reciprocate. As their eyes met several times, his smile warmed her in more ways than one. Thoughts that he might have more than a fleeting smile for her were quickly suppressed. Such things didn’t happen to her.

It had been a typically rough day for Max, and he arrived at his now favorite Italian restaurant in Savannah with the same overbearing thoughts he had every day. The high-tech project he was managing in the Port of Savannah was overdue, over budget, and overwhelming. That wasn’t unusual for such a complicated project that involved a highly automated warehouse, and with the added burden of a marriage on the rocks, he didn’t even have that to look forward to when he went ‘home’ on the occasional weekend or at the end of this multi-year project.

Intimacy with his wife had disappeared long ago, allowed to languish for a long list of reasons he tried not to dwell on. Conversations with her had become impersonal to the point he barely remembered the good times any longer. When he started this project, he hoped the week or three apart might trigger that old adage involving hearts growing fonder. Instead, it gave her the courage to strike out on her own, and she moved out of their home, saying she no longer cherished the memories it held.

A colleague had recommended Corleone’s as a good restaurant with an impressive menu and a homey feel that avoided the pretensions of a fancier establishment. A creature of habit, he’d been coming on Wednesday now for about a month and hadn’t had a bad meal yet. He enjoyed a glass or two of the house Chianti as a kind of ‘hump day’ reward.

As the hostess walked him to his table, he recognized a woman seated alone as someone who was also there each Wednesday. She looked up as he passed, and he managed a curt smile as she seemed to recognize him as a regular as well. The hostess seated him closer to her than on previous visits, facing her with only a couple of unoccupied tables between them.

He looked over the menu as he waited for his wine and glanced up when he felt like he was being watched. She turned away, embarrassed at being caught staring, but looked back after a few moments when he smiled at her. Though he’d seen her here before, he hadn’t really taken in her appearance.

What he noticed first, when she smiled, was a face that was pretty in its kindness, framed by long brown hair that she hadn’t given much attention to tonight. She was overweight, and her body language betrayed her self-consciousness about it. Still, there was something about her that he found attractive.

The server arrived and he ordered his meal. He turned to his phone for entertainment when the server hurried off with his order for cannelloni. Emails from his superiors and the customer didn’t brighten his mood any, so he turned to a word game instead. ‘I should have retired when I had the chance,’ he thought often as this project and his personal life just seemed to drag on. Already years beyond the typical retirement age, he’d been coaxed into accepting this project with a lot of money in the form of salary and promised bonuses. It would add significantly to his retirement viability.

The game didn’t command his full attention, and he found himself glancing at the woman a few tables away, occasionally at the same time she’d been looking at him, but when his dinner arrived, his focus was on the well-prepared food.

Tammy wasn’t sure why he kept looking over at her, but her lack of self-confidence had her worrying that he didn’t like being watched, and she, too, turned to the baked ziti that had arrived minutes before his entrée. She ate slowly, as it was one of those practices that allegedly aided in weight loss.

She was nearly finished when she saw the server at his table, clearing away dishes. He held up his wine glass as he spoke softly, ordering another glass. She watched the server leave with the dishes, and when she looked back, he was looking at her again. She was about to look away when she saw him stand. He was looking directly at her as he approached.

‘Oh no! He’s gonna be mad at me for staring at him!’ her worrying mind told her.

“Hi. My name is Max,” he said with a friendly smile. “Would it be presumptuous of me to ask if I could join you?” he asked, just hoping for some pleasant conversation to end this otherwise dreary day.

“Oh! Um. Yes, please do!” she replied, flustered by the attention, but also relieved that her fears were unfounded. “I’m Tammy.”

“Hello, Tammy,” he said as though the name pleased him. “I’ve had such a tough day, and your kind and welcoming face told me I might end it better by talking with you,” he added as he sat, hoping that didn’t sound like some sort of proposition.

“Well, thank you,” she said in almost a whisper, still surprised by his interest in her. ‘Why would he choose me to talk to?’ she thought, chiding herself. “What happened to make your day so bad?” she asked, finally catching up, but noticing his wedding ring, her interest tempered.

The server arrived with his wine and smiled at the two of them with a romantic hope that the two had ‘found’ each other.

After taking a quick sip, he told her a little about his work, the project, and the day that had led him to seek her company. She listened attentively, asking appropriate questions as they occurred to her, showing sympathy as though deeply understanding his position, and before long, he was smiling broadly. It had been a long time since someone had bothered to really listen to him.

“Thank you, Tammy! You’ve made me feel so much better!”

“I didn’t do anything,” she challenged, underselling the value of an empathetic ear.

“You listened!” Max replied as though it were a rare commodity, because in his world it was. “But I’ve been monopolizing the conversation. Tell me about your day!” he said, moving closer to the table and taking a sip of his wine.

Tammy told him about being a single parent to a 20-year-old and a helper to her mother without getting into all the grief-filled details of how she found herself in such a position. She’d been working for the same large chain supermarket her entire working career. Though they’d never fully recovered from the pandemic, she stayed because of the seniority and retirement benefits she’d amassed over such a long time. He laughed when she called the self-checkout stations she monitored ‘robots,’ explaining that his warehouse project actually had robotic operations in the form of AGV and AS/RS vehicles.

“You’re not from here originally, are you?” he asked, having just noticed the absence of his favorite southern accent in Georgia women.

“No, I grew up in Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh, but I’ve been here since I was fifteen. Some say I have no accent at all,” she chuckled, feeling surprisingly comfortable with someone she’d only just met. His voice evoked a warmth that was all too absent from her life.

He’d finished his wine and insisted on taking care of her check. She really had made him feel so much better that he didn’t feel like going back to his lonely apartment just yet.

“Would you like to go get a drink or something?” he asked, hoping to continue enjoying her company.

“I don’t drink,” she said with disappointment, and that was a hard and fast rule with her, alcohol having been a party to some of her life’s woes. She’d stopped so long ago and didn’t enjoy being around groups of inebriated people either, so even having a soft drink at a bar was not the least bit appealing, though her handsome stranger was.

“Or something, then!” he offered, not overly keen for that environment either. “How about some coffee or tea?”

“A cup of tea sounds wonderful!” she said brightly. “There’s a little coffee shop around the corner from here!”

The Pounce Cat Café was literally around the corner, and it took only minutes to get there. Early in the evening, with plenty of tourists still in town, it was busy, but they found a table to enjoy their decaf English Breakfast tea and some Lemon Iced cake.

He was not a cat person and looked suspiciously at the number of cats lying about, hence the café’s name. As long as they didn’t pounce on him, though, he was okay with them. Tammy wasn’t as affected as he was, as she had a cat at home that she said had ‘worked his way into her heart.’

They picked up their conversation where they’d left off at Corleone’s, and he shared a little more about his married life without going too far into just how stale it had become. She could tell there was more to that story and wasn’t surprised to find her interest renewed, though she was mainly getting just friendly vibes from him. She loved how his smile brightened when he heard her laugh. She laughed a little more often to provoke it, hoping it still seemed genuine.

They talked for close to an hour, but eventually, Tammy said she had to leave as her mother was probably already wondering where she was.

“It was really very nice talking to you, Max!” she said with a smile and a touch of sadness. She’d entertained a fleeting thought that perhaps something would come of their meeting, but now she would leave disappointed.

“I really enjoyed your company, too, Tammy!” he replied. “Maybe next Wednesday we could have dinner together?” He wished it could be sooner, but he was going home this weekend, ‘to an empty house,’ he thought to himself, and his early week was already spoken for.

“Oh!” Tammy smiled, “I’d like that! Very much!” she added to show it meant more to her.

He walked her to her car, parked in the same multi-story carpark on a different floor than his. Standing beside her car, they exchanged phone numbers and he offered to pick her up, but she elected to drive herself, to avoid her mother’s curiosity about Max.

While they were both looking forward to a week hence, they were also a bit sad to be saying goodbye now. She offered her hand, but he put his on her cheek, leaned in, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Pleasantly surprised by the gesture, she leaned into the kiss to extend the intimate touch. When they pulled away, their eyes showed their mutual delight, and with her hand on his cheek, she kissed him again, short and sweet.

“I wish we didn’t have to wait a week,” he said with a gentle smile.

“I do too, but good things come to those who wait,” she said, reciting a platitude that she tried to live by, while also seeming to offer something special for their next meeting.

“Until next week, Tammy!”

“Good night, Max!” she said after he kissed her again.

Both were excited by their date for next Wednesday, having started their day with years of no romantic prospects, and now that may have changed with unlikely partners. It didn’t take long for each to decide to make the most of it if it felt right.

A week later, Max sat at the bar at Corleone’s, having arrived early, his anticipation getting the better of him. Tammy’s friendly face had been permanently fixed in his mind the whole week. He sat at the bar opposite the entrance, waiting for her to arrive.

In addition to anticipating a fun evening with a fun person, he was also feeling a combination of pride and shame. Pride in acknowledging that a woman of Tammy’s ‘build’ wouldn’t usually appeal to him, but he’d been able to look past appearances and see the beauty inside, yet shame for being so shallow in the first place. He promised himself that, if given the chance, he’d be sure she didn’t notice either.

In deference to Tammy’s non-drinker status, he had a simple soft drink while he waited. There was a couple at the hostess’s podium arguing with her about a reservation they claimed they’d made online, with a pretty woman waiting her turn behind them. He could only see her at a distance and from the side, but she reminded him of Tammy with her buxom chest and swelling hips. Her brown hair was long and wavy, framing a face that looked beautifully made up. Her tightly fitting off-white skirt set off an attractive, fiery red silk blouse.

The arguing couple was finally seated, and the pretty brunette stood at the podium, waiting. She spoke softly to the hostess when she returned, who turned and pointed directly at him at the bar. He looked behind him, assuming she was pointing at someone else, until the guest turned to look at him as well. It was Tammy!

“Tammy?” he cried as he jumped off his barstool to go to her.

“Hi, Max,” she said with a friendly smile.

“You look beautiful!” he said with his hands on her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length to take in her total appearance, including an open top button that allowed just a bit of enticing cleavage to show.

“Thank you,” she replied, turning several shades of red with embarrassment at the unexpected compliment.

“Wow! You look good enough to eat!” he said, only realizing too late how suggestive that sounded, but again, given the chance …

“Well then, let’s make sure you don’t spoil your appetite with too much dinner!” she said, equally seductive, surprising herself with the uncharacteristic retort.

Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her tenderly.

“Let’s have fun tonight,” he said, toning down the provocative comments.

“I already am!” she said, kissing him back softly.

They turned to the hostess, who had been watching their exchange with a sense of pride, feeling like she’d played a small part in bringing them together the prior week. She’d watched them both when they’d sat alone and sad for several weeks prior, and sat him closer to her last week, wondering if anything would happen between them.

Tammy took the arm he offered, and they followed the hostess, beaming with happiness and a fair amount of anticipation.

“You clean up pretty good yourself!” she commented on his white shirt and tie over khaki slacks. She noticed he hadn’t rolled up his sleeves or loosened his tie as most men would at the end of their workday, looking forward to later when, hopefully, she’d be the one to loosen his tie.

Fulfilling her part in this matchup, the hostess seated them at a small table on the back wall where they’d sit side by side with a little more privacy than most. Max pulled her chair out for her and put his hands on her shoulders when she sat, his hands sliding down her arms before taking his own seat.

‘It’s all so perfect,’ she thought after his gentlemanly gesture, but the flagging self-confidence she’d felt during the week tried to overshadow her joy. ‘Why would he want me?’ she’d asked herself several times the past week, but she managed to put it aside, choosing to revel in the enticing reception he’d given her.

Conversation was kept light and humorous as they shared their meal. Both ate lightly, finding the company more captivating than the excellent food.

Tammy shared a story about one of her ‘robots’ going haywire with a customer who was attempting to scan many more than the maximum number of purchases allowed at the self-checkout. Frustration turned to laughter as both she and the customer found the humorous side of the situation.

Her mention of robots provided a segue into a story he had of one of their new AGVs coming up behind a woman and repeatedly bumping into her as she worked.

“AGV?” Tammy questioned, unfamiliar with the abbreviation.

“Automated Guided Vehicle. My robots!” he answered. “We finally fixed the programming problem, but not before the whole place was laughing about it and making all sorts of crass remarks about what the AGV was trying to do. The woman finally put the joking to rest by talking to the vehicle, saying, ‘Look, Robie, if you’re going to bump my butt, you could at least make it feel good!’ The whole place erupted with that!”

Tammy laughed at the story, wondering if she’d get her bottom ‘bumped’ before the night was over. She loved listening to him, both the stories he told and especially his sexy, lower-pitched voice. She tried not to let her expectations run away with her, but the warmth she felt between her legs made it difficult.

Max, too, was fighting the anticipation of what he’d like to happen after dinner, and her reply to his compliment of her looking good enough to eat had him picturing himself between her plump thighs, pleasing her with his fingers and tongue.

Max excused himself to visit the men’s room, having had several glasses of Sprite with his dinner. Tammy smiled at him and then drew a sharp breath when she saw the bulge in his slacks. She didn’t think he noticed her reaction, as he was pushing in his chair at that moment, but things got even warmer between her thighs, dewy with perspiration. She hadn’t worn a skirt in years and was unaccustomed to the feeling of her bare thighs touching each other in such a setting, while just a bit north, her pussy was both warmer and wetter. A spiritual woman, she literally prayed that they’d do much more than just kiss good night.

“I see the server cleared the dishes,” he said when he returned. “Would you like some dessert?” he asked, wanting to be polite but hoping she’d decline.

“No, I’ve had enough with dinner. Maybe go to the café again for a cup of tea?” she suggested, hoping to prolong the evening and give things more time to develop.

“You know, I can make us a great pot of tea at my apartment,” he said, studying her face to see if he was being too forward, but her smile put his fear to rest.

“I’d really like that!” she replied sincerely.

He suggested that she drive with him to his place, and he’d drive her back later to retrieve her car. He paid the check, and they left with her on his arm again, the hostess smiling broadly as they passed.

He loved feeling her hand holding his arm. Such a simple show of affection had been sorely missed for years now, leaving him worrying he was blowing it by moving too fast. That had never been his way, but he’d lost so many opportunities with women because he was almost too respectful and hadn’t read their signs well enough to know that respect was the last thing on their minds. He fervently hoped this fun and pretty woman on his arm was feeling similarly.

“Wow!” she remarked as he walked up to his car, a ‘Misano Blue Metallic’ BMW convertible with a white interior. “Nice car!”

“Thanks! It’s the kind of car I’ve always dreamed of owning,” he said of the racy roadster. “I’ll put the top up so your hair doesn’t blow all over,” he offered, though he’d love to see her beautiful hair streaming behind her.

“Is it a long drive?” she asked.

“Five, maybe ten minutes.”

“Leave it down. I’ll hold my hair in place. I want to be seen in a car like this! Sexy car with a sexy man!” she said after kissing him and getting in with him, holding the door open for her. Fastening her seatbelt, she cautioned herself against assuming too much. It could just be a cup of tea, but she hoped for more. She fidgeted within the tight confines of her seat, both to get comfortable and to make her skirt rise a few inches higher. He didn’t see her smile when he noticed, his eyes glued to the enticing extra flesh she’d exposed.

He loved the smile that graced her face for the whole drive and wondered if she was disappointed that it was over as he pulled into his assigned parking spot at the high-rise condo where he lived in a unit rented for the duration of his project.

Riding the elevator to the tenth floor, he turned to take her in his arms and kiss her with both tenderness and passion. She put her arms around his waist, leaning into that kiss and the one that followed.

‘Oh, my God! I can’t believe this is really happening!’ she thought with his lips pressed to hers.

The telltale ‘ding’ and the door sliding open signaled their arrival on his floor. They walked just a few doors down, where he opened the door to unit 1009 and ushered her in ahead of him.

“Oh, wow!” she said, taking in the nicely appointed and large living area, which included a kitchen and dining area. “You have good taste in décor!” she complimented.

“Can’t take credit for that. I rented it furnished,” he said as he tossed his keys on a table and went to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

She watched for a while as he spooned loose tea into a basket that fit into the teapot while the water was heated in an electric pitcher. He shook the finer granules of tea into the sink and put the basket in the pot.

“Do you always make tea like that?” she questioned, using only teabags herself.

“Whenever I can,” he bragged. “I hope you’ll taste the difference.”

“Wow! Look at the view!” she exclaimed, suddenly noticing the glass doors leading to a balcony that overlooked all of downtown Savannah from the opposite side of the river, with the light just fading from the sky. “Can I go out?”

“Sure! I’ll bring the tea out there when it’s ready.”

She slid the door open and walked out as if in a dream. An over-the-top greeting, a wonderful dinner, a refreshing drive in a beautiful car, and now a fantastic view all added up to ‘too good to be true,’ she thought, doubting herself again. She was still reeling in her expectations when Max arrived with the tea.

He put the tray with the tea, two mugs, sugar, milk, and honey on a table and stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her willing body against his.

“Oh, Max!” she sighed as she tried to reach back to hold him as well. She tried to turn to face him, but he held her tight, with his hands feeling her soft belly. She put one hand on his and reached up to his neck while tilting her head back for another kiss.

He loved holding a woman like this with his hands free to explore her body if she was willing. She was, and she moved his hand an inch or two up to suggest where she’d like to feel his hands next. Opening another button of her blouse revealed a bit of her lacy bra, a few shades darker than her blouse, as an added enticement.

His hands rose to heft the weight of tits larger than he’d ever handled before. He finally understood the fascination with big tits as he gently squeezed them through her blouse, wishing they were bare as his fingers sank into the pliant flesh.

“Oh, God!” she cried, wishing the same thing, and opened another button so he could see her sumptuous cleavage.

“Oh, my God, Tammy! They’re magnificent!” he said, hoping it didn’t sound vulgar.

“Mmm, it feels so good, Max! Open my blouse?” she said as her head lay back on his shoulder, luxuriating in a touch she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh yes!” she gasped when her bra was the only thing between them and his fingers. “Oh, I swear I’d cum if they were naked!”

“I remember what you said about ‘good things,’ Tammy!”

“That they come to those who wait?”

“No, they just … cum!” he said as one hand slid down over her bare tummy, pressing between her legs, feeling her warmth that had only grown all evening.

“Oh, Max!” she gasped, wishing she’d worn pants so his fingers would feel the heat and humidity there. “Max, you can pull my skirt up, or even take it off if you want!”

He allowed her to turn and face him this time, her head tilted back, expecting the kiss that was passionate from the start. With one hand laced into her hair, feeling her turn this way and that as the kiss went on forever, his other hand slid down her back to her ass, pulling her against him and the swelled lump in his pants.

Believing anything was possible now, she grabbed his ass as well to feel his cock pressing against her just above her mons, wishing they aligned better so she could grind her pussy against it. He couldn’t possibly go too fast for her now. She wanted it all and more so badly.

Their lips parted, and he brushed the hair from her face before planting a tender kiss on her soft lips. He looked down to see her cleavage, but didn’t see her smile when he bent to stuff his face into it, kissing and licking what he could reach.

“Oh, God! Eat me up!” she begged and reached back for the clasp, deftly opened it, and after shrugging it off her shoulders to fall to the floor, she pushed her tits against him.

“Ohh, Tammy!” he mumbled from between the soft flesh that enveloped his face.

Her hands got in the way when his took over, lifting each in turn for kisses and gentle nibbles on her pointy nipples. Her breathing grew heavy as she wondered if she might actually cum from just having her tits mauled.

“Oh, my!” he said, at an unusual loss for words when he came up for air.

He kissed her softly again, before kneeling with a mischievous smile on his face. Placing both hands on her calves, he slid them up slowly, across the backs of her knees, and under her skirt to her thighs. He couldn’t quite reach high enough within the tight-fitting skirt to touch anything sensitive, but she was already moaning when he caressed her soft, squishy thighs.

“Please? Take my skirt off?” she pleaded as he tried to pull the hem up high enough to get to her panties.

He rose up on his knees and started to open the buttons on her skirt, but she pulled him up to her again.

“You’re overdressed!” she said, changing her mind and reaching for the tie that he had since loosened, but not removed. She pulled the loose end free of the knot and then pulled the whole tie through the collar buttons of his Oxford shirt. He looked like he was watching her hands open the buttons, but he was really staring at her tits again, anticipating feeling them against his own bare chest. The shirt fell to the floor moments later, and she put her arms around his waist, pulling them together until her erect nipples just barely touched him. “Ooo!” she said with the electrifying touch. “Oh yeah!” she said as she squashed them against his chest.

“Oh, my God, Tammy! That feels so good!” he gasped, realizing another benefit of giant boobs as she wiped them back and forth across his hairless chest. “Now may I take your skirt off?” he asked when she stopped.

“Mm-hm,” she replied, desire written on her face.

“Would you like to go inside rather than out here on the open balcony?” he asked as he knelt again to resume opening the buttons and zipper of her skirt.

“No, I like it out here! It feels kinda naughty!” she replied. Not an exhibitionist by any means, she felt that ten stories up, she was probably safe.

“Oh? Do you like being naughty, Tammy?” he asked, the word having a single special implication to him.

“I don’t often get a chance to be a naughty girl, but I hope we’ll both be more than a little … Ooo! … naughty tonight?” she yipped when his hand smacked her big bottom playfully. ‘Oh my God! Would he do it?’ she thought to herself.

He tugged on the waist of her skirt, still requiring some effort to get the waist past her ample hips. Rocking her hips left and right, she helped him get it off, sighing, ‘Ohhh!’ when it was falling past her thighs to her feet, where he helped her step out of it.

“Oh, Max!” she sighed as she stood before him in nothing but her lacy, red hipster panties, the crotch a decidedly darker shade of red from an evening’s accumulation of her arousal. She loved the lusty look on his face as he stared at the plump lips of her wet pussy, her panties having been stretched between them, losing the battle to contain them. “Ohh God!” she gasped when his lips pressed into her slit.

As he felt the soft flesh of her thighs and plump, wet labia pressed against his face, he decided he’d misjudged how enticing such supple, yielding flesh could feel. His hands moved from her hips to her ass with the same reaction, feeling like he could be wholly enveloped in such softness.

“Mmm, I’m ready for my dessert now, but it needs to be unwrapped. Shall I take your panties off out here?”

“Yes, please! Oh God!” she cried as his lips followed the falling waistband of her tight panties, from her tummy, through her bushy pubes, and finally onto her shiny, wet pussy.

Moaning as he sucked first one, then the other plump lip into his mouth, he could feel her body shaking, so he reached around to grab her abundant cheeks to steady her.

“I’m glad I saved room for dessert!” he said with a crooked smile as he looked up at her from his kneeling position. “Why don’t you sit down so I can do this properly?”

She looked behind her for the chaise lounge she’d seen there, sat on the edge, and then lay her naked body on it with her legs together. She wanted him to pull them apart to allow her sweetness to bloom for him, and moaned loudly when he did. She felt his fingertips glancing over the flesh of her inner thighs, making their way so slowly to where they came together.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she whimpered as one finger slid between her meaty lips, while the other hand’s fingers penetrated her, curling upward to reach her G-spot, and she gasped when he found it.

She lay back with her eyes closed, savoring a touch she hadn’t felt in so long. Her hips started rocking in sync with his fucking fingers, but she cried aloud when she felt his lips take the place of the fingers in her slit. She rose up on her elbows, wanting to see what her mind told her wasn’t possible. His eyes smiled at her as he looked up from his juicy dessert, kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling the tender, plump lips, even wetter now with his saliva.

“Remember! Good things cum! Cum for me, Tammy!” he said between licks that had her writhing on this balcony ten floors up.

He loved the feel of all this soft flesh. Her chubby thighs against his face, her tummy and hairy mons yielding to his fingers, and especially her pussy with its deep slit enveloping his mouth as he licked with abandon.

“I can’t … I can’t hold it! I’m gonna cum, Max!” she cried with trembling thighs just before an intense climax. “Oh, Max! That was … incredible!” she exclaimed between gasping breaths, expecting to see his wet face rise from between her legs. “Oh, God! What’re you doing?” she cried as his fingers and tongue just kept up the assault on her dripping wet cunt, delivering an even stronger orgasm within a couple of minutes.

“Oh my God! No more! I can’t …” she gasped as she managed to sit up and pull his face from between her sticky, wet thighs. She held his head in her lap, the touch still felt in her quivering core.

“Was it too much?” he asked when he was allowed to lift his head.

“No! And, yes! I loved it! But if you did it again, I was afraid I’d explode!”

“Let’s go inside,” he said as he stood and pulled her up into his arms, where he could feel her body still quivering.

“I feel like I’m being so naughty, Max!” she confessed, hoping he might pick up on her use of the word, but not really expecting him to understand from it what she really wanted.

‘There’s that word again,’ he thought, unaware that her specific use of it meant the same as his.

During a passionate kiss, she’d placed her hand on the bulge in his slacks, and when their lips separated, she licked hers, telling him exactly what she’d like to do next. He tried to direct her inside.

“You did me out here on the balcony. I think you should get the same!” she said, getting down on her knees, opening the button, clasp, and zipper of his slacks. He smiled as he watched her pull his pants and briefs down together, his cock springing out in the process.

She looked up at him and, seeing his smile, gave him one of her own before her mouth opened and tongue extended to lick the tip, circling around the engorged head, pleased with the pleasured gasp she heard. Dropping his pants to puddle around his ankles, one hand held his shaft while the other grabbed a naked cheek, pulling him toward her.

“Ohh, that’s good, Tammy!” he panted as she concentrated the tip of her tongue on the sensitive underside.

Egged on by his compliment, she squeezed his ass with both hands while taking his entire length in her mouth, licking, sucking, and bobbing on her first cock in years. She could feel his body tense and wondered if he was going to cum already. She had no idea his unwanted abstention from sex was quite a bit longer than hers, but she loved that he was reacting so quickly.

He was trying to hold on as he’d never had anyone suck his dick like this sexy lady, and she was getting sexier by the minute. As with her big tits, he suddenly understood the desire to have one’s cock sucked. She seemed to put her all into it, and when her hands came to help with one holding the eruption back and the other cradling his sac, he felt he couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Oh God, Tammy! I’m gonna … I’m gonna cum!” he warned, and yet her tight grip on the base kept that from happening. He warned her once more.

Tammy had always loved giving a man this extraordinary pleasure, and she’d gotten quite good at it, so like riding a bike, all her little tricks came back to her. She could feel the pulsing pressure her circling fingers were holding back, and she liked that he warned her of his cumming, but she wasn’t going to miss out on tasting his seed. His legs were trembling from the strain when she finally let go and got her reward.

“Oh FUCK!” he screamed loud enough that he was sure they’d hear him at street level, ten floors below.

He loved the wicked look on her face as she made a show of swallowing, yet another experience he’d never had. She smiled before taking him back in her mouth, licking and sucking again just to extend the fantastic feeling of the orgasm that was unlike any he’d had before.

“Come here, you sexy thing you!” he said as his body calmed.

Once standing, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled those big cushioning tits against his chest, and kissed her with all the passion he could summon.

They both marveled at how quickly they’d come together, as only one short meeting ago, they’d spoken to each other for the first time, and here they were giving each other something that neither had had in a long time. Max thought briefly that the absence of sex with his wife had indeed made his heart grow fonder, but for someone else. Tammy finally felt appreciated in a way neither of the important men in her life had. All this and more was said with their eyes when their lips parted.

“Thank you,” he said to her smiling face.

“It was truly my pleasure! I told you I like being naughty!” she said, wishing she dared to tell him just how naughty she’d like to be. “So, how are we going to get him big again?” she started putting her hand on his not quite flaccid cock, “so he can fill me up?”

“I think another taste of your delicious pussy will do it quite nicely! But this time I want you on your back with your legs in the air!”

“Ooo, I like the sound of that!”

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Will Tammy or Max's secret desire ever be discovered by the other? They seem like they're on their way, don't they? I'd love to hear what you think, so 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment as much as you wish and ... THANKS FOR READING!!