A great curiosity is awakened and the need to immerse himself in her sweet, sexy sensuality becomes a raging desire to experience her fully, completely, deeply.
Only two people showed up at the office during the snowstorm, a curvy BBW who doesn’t see herself that way and a man who can only see her that way. Things heat up between the two as things go from harmless flirtation to unstoppable desire.
I watched her walk to the coffee machine and then she turned to me with a look.
“What? I make terrible coffee, I did you a favor,” I said.
“You did me a favor by doing nothing?”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“Typical man, want me to wait on you hand and foot,” Rosa teased.
“Well, if you’re offering,” I smirked, joking yet serious, “Cream and sugar, please.”
“You give me the cream, I’ll give you the sugar,” she said, suggestively.
I tried to think of baseball, or something, anything, besides how I wanted so badly to give Rosa my cream and how she could give me her sugar anytime. I was glad to be sitting at a desk. My cock was as hard as a baseball bat, though not quite as long or thick, thankfully.
“No response to that?”
“I’m up for it if you are.” Literally.
Rosa giggled and I think she blushed but she tried to hide it. She brought me a hot steaming cup of coffee and set it down in front of me. I got a good look at her cleavage and tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at her soft flesh pouring out of her low cut shirt.
“Here ya go, darlin’,” said Rosa, in her best southern diner waitress accent.
“Thank you, Beautiful,” I smiled, “What time do you get off?”
“Well that’s an awfully personal question,” she said, before whispering, “But usually every night before bed.”
We laughed and then I realized that she was actually flirting back at me. Rosa seemed to realize it too and then we both composed ourselves as best we could. It was too quiet and the awkwardness hung in the air and grew by the second. It had all seemed like harmless teasing that neither of us expected to go anywhere, but now it seemed like it was more serious. Like we were stating our desires instead of just teasing one another.
“Mind if I play some music?”
“Just keep the twerking to a bare minimum,” I said.
“Have you seen my ass, there is no minimum about it,” said Rosa.
“That’s why I like it so much,” I blurted.
“Yeah, I bet you do, Sir Mix A Lot,” said Rosa, breaking the tension as her cheeks flushed a bit when she saw my embarrassment. When she realized that me telling her I liked her big ass wasn’t just another fat joke. When she realized that not everyone saw her the way she saw herself. That maybe someone could love and appreciate her body, even with all the flaws she saw in the mirror that made her hate herself.
“I believe it was George Washington who said that first and then Sir Mix A Lot made the song,” I said.
“George Washington liked big butts?”
“And he couldn’t tell a lie,” I said.
“I never learned that part in my history classes,” said Rosa.
“Yeah, they always leave out the part about him liking big butts, guess they didn’t want the first president to look like an uncouth pervert or something.”
“Guess what song is stuck in my head now, jerk,” said Rosa.
“Is it ‘Back Door Man’ by The Doors?”
“Is it ‘Fat Bottom Girls’ by Queen?”
“Is it…” Now I was racking my brain for more songs about butts. I was saved by the phone ringing. Ugh, turns out I’d have to do some work while I was at work.
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