Robert was a photographer who liked taking pictures -- people, animals, and objects. Today his focus was on a woman who was sitting on a bench reading her Kindle. She had been sitting there for at least ten minutes, absorbed in what she was reading and oblivious to what was going on around her. A cup of something apparently hot sat beside her untouched. Robert wanted so much to take pictures of her but he had a self-written rule: never photograph without permission.
To many men, she was just an overweight woman sitting on a bench reading. To Robert, she was an exquisite beauty, but then he loved BBW. To him, there was more to hug, their bodies were more curvaceous, and there were more ounces to the bounce when fucking them. This BBW had honey blonde hair that fell midway down her back but the rest of her was a mystery to him -- one he intended to solve.
Robert decided that the best approach was direct. So, when he was nearby, he said, “Hi, my name is Robert and I am a photographer. You are a vision to behold sitting here so absorbed in your reading, oblivious to those around you. May I have your permission to take some photographs of you?”
When she looked up at Robert, her green gold-flecked eyes flashed annoyance at being disturbed. “Excuse me ,sir, but I am reading.”
“Yes, and that is what I want to photograph...” Robert started to explain but was cut off by her.
“Well, if you knew that, then why did you disturb me? Reading is the universal sign that says that person does not want to be disturbed.”
Dropping her Kindle into an oversized bag, she slung that over her shoulder and grabbed her now cold coffee. When she stood up, Robert could see that she would come almost to his shoulders on his 5’10” frame when she was wearing five-inch heels. He could also see that she had a fine ass and satisfactory breasts, just enough to fondle and be smothered by.
Realizing she was about to walk out of his life, Robert asked, “You know my name. Can I at least know yours?
“My name is Hope. Are you really a photographer or is that just a prop you use to pick up women?”
Knowing how expensive his camera was caused him to chuckle at the thought of using it as a fake prop. Pulling out his wallet, Robert took out a business card and handed it to her.
This time, it was Hope’s turn to chuckle. “You know, in this day and age, anyone can get business cards listing any type of business.”
“Touché,” Robert said. “But I am legit. Come, check out my photo gallery.”
“I may just do that,” she said. “Oh… and Robert, see you tomorrow and bring your prop. I have a meeting today.”
Before he had a chance to respond, Hope was gone. 'She is going to be a challenge to seduce but I am sure the resulting fuck will be so worth it,' Robert thought and smiled.
That afternoon, when Robert was in his workshop, the buzzer sounded, announcing a customer had walked into his showroom. He quickly threw off his apron and headed to the showroom, wiping his hands on a towel. When he walked into the showroom he was surprised to see Hope.
“I thought you had a meeting today,” Robert said, surprising her with a hug
“Yeah, this morning, and since I was in the neighborhood I thought I would see if you were legit or not,” she said as she walked around the gallery looking at his framed photos. “You are either legit or working for someone who is.”
As she bent over to look at one of the photos Hope felt a hand slip under her dress and move up to cup her ass. Straightening, she swung out her hand, catching Robert on the cheek.
“I am a married woman,” she said. “And you have some nerve to fondle my ass. “
"Give me a chance and I will do more than fondle it," Robert said softly as he captured her in his arms. “I will kiss your ass, lick it, spank it, and even fuck it with my thick, seven-inch cock. I am an ass man and your sexy firm ass wants me to do all of those things and more. And so, you are married. What your husband does not know excites me even more.”
Hope had been trying to free herself from his embrace by walking backward but, instead, found herself hitting a wall of his photos. Robert took advantage of the situation to press against her, his hard cock making his intentions clear.
As he leaned down to kiss her, the buzzer sounded.
“We are not finished,” Robert whispered in her ear.
Robert readjusted his pants, wishing he still had his apron on.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted the customer. “How can I help you?”
Hope took advantage of the distraction to slip out of the gallery. As she walked to her car, she kept admonishing herself for allowing the encounter with Robert to happen. She had seen the lust in his eyes when he'd talked to her in the park that morning. But the devil side of her wanted more of what he was offering. Yes, she was married, but her husband had never made her thong drip with lust like Robert had with just a few soft spoken words and the feel of his cock. When Hope arrived home ,her sister, Faith was sitting on the front steps.
Jumping out of the car, Hope said, “Did I forget a lunch date with you? My meeting ran over and then I stopped at the little photo gallery down the street from the meeting place. He has unique pictures."
“Oh my god, you have the hots for the photographer! I can tell by the flush on your face,” her sister hooted in laughter. “My fucking straight-laced sister is actually looking outside the box and realizing that there are other cocks besides Mace’s.”
Hope grabbed her sister’s arm and rushed her into the house before the neighbors heard her comments. “Darnn, sis, when are you going to learn to keep your voice down? Mace doesn’t need neighborhood gossip. You know he is up for a judgeship.”
“I don’t care if he is running for president, you still need to be fucked good and proper,” Faith stated.
Hope knew her sister would continue to rant and put Mace down if she didn’t change the subject. “So, sis, how is Jimmy doing?”
“Jimmy was two weeks ago, sis. This week it is Joe. He is such a good fuck I may keep him around. But, enough of me, did you fuck the photographer?”
“He asked me to pose for him but I said I would let him know in the morning. No, I am not like you, sis. I did not... you know. But, when I visited his gallery, he did fondle my ass and pushed his... you know, against me but I didn't do anything to tarnish my marriage."
“Was his cock huge?”
Hope turned bright red and said, “Sis, I am married.”
“But not dead. Do you honestly believe Mace is faithful? I bet his cock has been in so many of the female lawyers, bailiffs, and other female members of the court system. it is not funny. Think I will mosey down to the gallery and see if he is worth fucking.” Faith blew her sister a kiss and left before Hope could form a response.
When Hope got up the next morning, Mace had already gone. He'd come home late from work and demanded sex and, during the act, she thought she smelled a strange perfume but maybe it was because her sister had put the notion there. Now she was not sure. In fact, she was almost sure she heard another woman’s name whispered from his lips when he climaxed. Or was she imagining things, looking for any excuse to justify what she was considering doing?
Looking through her closet, she dressed in a bright blue sundress with straps that tied around her neck. Under it, she wore a matching powder blue strapless bra and thong. To complete her outfit ,Hope slipped on her favorite platform sandals. Although she would not admit it aloud, she dressed to seduce – or, at least, she hoped she looked seductive.
When Hope arrived at the park, Robert was waiting, holding a small bundle of flowers.
“These are for you,” he said, handing her the flowers, “from me for being a jerk yesterday.”
Hope smiled and said, “Thank you. You can take photos of me, but they have to be the back or side. Even though the pictures are innocent ,my husband is trying for a judgeship and he cannot afford gossip.”
“Okay, now go sit like yesterday and I will take the pictures.”
After he had shot a roll of film, he asked, “Want to come back to the gallery and watch me process them? Then you can tell me which ones I can use?”
Hope knew she should say "No" and go home like a dutiful wife but, then, last night with her husband made her want to throw caution to the wind. Robert knew she was at the crossroads and, if he wanted her to choose the path to his bedroom ,he would have to work fast.