Fat Bottomed Girl Pt. 02Fat Bottomed Girl Pt. 02


I’d been completely humiliated by Sheila. Her having me jack off for her while her friend secretly watched pissed me off.

I vowed to forget her. I deleted her emails without opening them. I didn’t listen to her voice messages.

4 days passed, then 6.Finally on the 10th day the ache in my chest was subsiding. I was getting over my broken heart.

I left work, figuring I’d join some friends for happy hour. It was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend. I headed to the Metro for the ride home when Sheila surprised me.

“John, please wait. Please lets talk. I’m sorry I hurt you. I thought you were ready. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

I looked at her incredulously. “Ready for what? To jack off for your friends? Really?”

“Please John. Lets just talk. Let me explain.”

We walked to a little square park and settled on a bird shit free bench. “I’m listening.”

“John, you’re special to me. I was falling in love with you. I wanted, well, I wanted you to feel comfortable being naked with me. You know that. We talked about it.”

Taking a deep breath Sheila continued, “I told Bev about you. About us and how you served me dinner naked and everything. She’s my best friend and I wanted to share our experience with her. Anyway, she didn’t believe me so we devised the plan for her to see you over Skype.”

“You planned to have me jackoff for her?”

“I swear John, that was spontaneous. I saw your body and got excited. It was wrong and I’m sorry.”

I saw the tear roll out of her eye and knew she was sincere.

Sheila pulled a Kleenex out of her purse and dried her eyes.. Then she got up and walked to the trash can. I saw her ass. That fine fat ass. She was wearing tight white pants and her panty line was obvious.

I was pretty sure she’d dressed like that on purpose. She knew I loved her ass.

“Fuck it”, I thought to myself. I rose and walked to her. Taking her hand I asked where her car was.

“I took the train and then the Metro John. Why?” She had a frightened look in her eyes.

“Good. Come on. Let’s get a drink and something to eat.”

Smiling, Sheila took my hand and moved in, tight against my side. We didn’t speak as we walked a couple blocks to the Foggy Bottom bar.

We drank and talked, ate a drank some more. By the end of the evening I’d completely forgiven her. It was getting late so I asked Sheila if she’d like to spend the night at my place.

“Oh John. I’d like nothing more.” And off we went. She put her head on my shoulder and I held her during the subway ride.

Finally home, Sheila went to freshen up in the bathroom. A little high, I thought, “what the hell.” I went into my bedroom and removed my clothing.

Back in the saddle again.

Before Sheila came out of the bathroom, I had time to pour her a glass of wine and was standing tall and naked in the living room when she came out.

“Just the way I like it” she cooed as she took the wine with one hand and tugged my heavy cock with the other.

Sheila pulled a joint out of her purse and I joined her on the balcony to smoke it. It was mild marijuana and rather than getting stoned, it mellowed us out.

We watched traffic thinning out and I had my hand on her ass, tracing her panty line with my fingers. Sheila leaned forward and arched her back, thrusting her bottom at me.

Feeling happy to be with her again, I knelt behind her and placed kisses on her large ass. Sheila didn’t move. She held her position and accepted my worship of her divine bottom. My cock was hard and I knew I wanted to make love to her again and again. I turned my head so my cheek rested against one of her buttocks and just knelt there feeling at peace.

Turning to face me, Sheila hugged my face into her camel toe. I wrapped my arms around her and held her plump ass and kissed her labia through her slacks.

We stayed like that for a couple minutes. My hard cock drooling. I hear Sheila say “Hey! You’re leaking on my foot.” I pulled back and looked. Sure enough, my cock had splashed a bit of pre-cum on her arch.

I looked up at Sheila to see her smiling down at me. Then she raised her foot, offering it to me. “Bad boys clean their messes up Johnny.”

I knew what she wanted me to do. I’d tasted my cum from her ass the first time I masturbated for her. I took her sandal in my hands, bowed my head, and licked my pre-cum from the arch of her foot.

As I stood, I saw fire in her eyes. Sheila was breathing hard and looking at me in a strange way. Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “I won’t ever surprise bingöl escort you like that again John. Next time I’ll let you know before it happens.”

I shuddered at hearing “the next time”, and looked into her eyes. She wasn’t kidding around.

We went to the bathroom and I was allowed to remove her clothing before we got in the shower.

I lathered her whole body, enjoying having her here and doing what I could to demonstrate that to her.

I knelt and washed her feet and legs, then I rinsed her pussy off and placed gentle kisses allover it. Sheila turned around and presented me with her bulbous ass. I washed it thoroughly, then lavished kisses all over it. I tried to work my way in between her buttocks but they were so round that I was unable to. Sheila read my mind and helped me through the dilemma. She bent at the waist and leaned against the shower stall wall and spread her legs as far as the tub permitted.

I lapped under her ass and ran my tongue along her crack until I reached her anus. I teased and tickled it, tonguing it lightly. Sheila squirmed and push her ass back to my face. I could only get the tip of my tongue in her asshole but that seemed to be enough to drive her crazy.

I reached around and fingered her clit as I continued tongue fucking her ass. I loved that ass and my making love to it was a natural outpouring of that affection.

In no time at all really, Sheila shuddered and groaned her climax. I stopped rubbing her clit and held my tongue still as she moaned and hissed.

I stood and held her as she came down. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, hot water washing over our embrace.

I shampooed her hair and dried her when our shower was over. I gave her my robe and she sat sipping her wine while I brushed her curly read hair.

I hadn’t bothered to dress.

As I brushed her hair, it occurred to me that I was so busy trying to stay mad at her the last 10 days or so that I hadn’t realized how lonely I was. I was truly glad for her company and happy to tend to her.

When she was satisfied with my brushing, we went to my bedroom where I made love to her whole body with my fingers and mouth. I brought my lady to three orgasms before I put my cock in her.

As I entered her, Sheila surprised me by rolling us over. She was now on top. Her big ass covered my lap completely as she slowly rode my cock up and down.

I reached for her little titties and thumbed her nipples. Sheila closed her eyes and with her head back, she came again.

I was proud of my stamina. I’d been hard nearly the whole evening since we’ve been here. I grabbed her big butt and fucked up hard and fast.

Sheila reached back and held my nuts, urging me to come.

It took my only another two minutes before I let myself go and came in her.

Sheila lay on top of me and we kissed. Then she raised up a little and looked me in the eye. “You’re a keeper” she said. “But then I’ve told you that before.”

We cleaned ourselves off and went to sleep for the night.

Saturday morning I woke before Sheila did. I was sure to be quiet as I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.

Not bothering to dress, I went to the kitchen and made coffee. I sat with my cup and thought about yesterday evening and how much I enjoyed my time with this lady. I replayed everything she said to me.

That she admitted that she was beginning to fall in love with me struck a nerve. I knew I felt the same, which is why her tricking me like that hurt so much.

I also thought about what she said about “next time I’d know before it happened” and wondered what she might have planned and whether I could do what she wanted.

Suddenly it dawned on me that she had no clean clothes to wear. I sneaked into the bedroom and got her under garments and put them in the washer on the gentle cycle. It was only 7:30 now. I’d let her sleep.

When her panties and bra were cleaned, I put them in the dryer. I figured by 9:00 I’d wake her.

I was restless. I peeped in on her and saw her sleeping soundly. I gathered her discarded clothing and broke out the ironing board. I took the wrinkles out of her slacks and blouse, put them on a hanger and hoped she’d be pleased.

I hung her clothes on the door knob and placing her underwear on the bed, I retrieved my coffee and one for her. I placed her cup on the bedside table and sat down. That was all it took to get her to stir.

“Hey sleepy head.” I caressed her face and gently moved her hair out of the way. “Brought you coffee.”

Sheila stirred and stretched and sat bitlis escort up, holding the sheet over her breasts. We hugged and she smiled a sleepy smile at me. I handed her the coffee and we drank in silence for the moment.

“I took the liberty of washing your underwear and ironing your other clothes so you wouldn’t feel funky today. Later we’ll go out and buy you some things to leave here if you like.”

Sheila didn’t respond to that immediately so I let it be.

She rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. I went back to the dining table and waited.

In about 10 minutes she joined me, only she had dressed.

“You take such good care of me John. Is this a trick. Are you going to change on me later in our relationship?”

I looked her in the eye and told her it was nothing. “I just try to be considerate, particularly for those I care for. And Sheila, I care very much for you. I missed you a lot.”

She took my face in her hands and held my gaze for an instant. Then she leaned in and kissed me.

“How do you feel about coming to Baltimore with me today and spending the night? We can take the train if you don’t want to drive.”

“If it means more alone time with you, I’ll drive.”

I threw on some clothes and packed an over night bag. I hit the beltway only 20 minutes later, heading for I 95.

Traffic wasn’t bad and we cruised, at peace in each other’s company.

Sheila put her hand on my thigh and began to slowly rub me, almost to my crotch.

“John, can you do something for me? It would mean the world to me.”

“Sure Babe. What’s that?”

She hesitated a moment before telling me she wanted so much for me to meet Beverly.

“You mean the lady who watched me jack off?” I almost braked to a stop on the highway.

“Please. She’s already seen you naked. You have clothes on now.”

“She’s seen me more than naked Sheila.”

“Oh don’t be silly. We’re all adults.”

I drove on in silence, thinking about how to respond when Sheila actually grabbed my cock through my pants.

Holding my dick, she pleaded with me. Telling me how important to her it is that Bev and I be friends. “You both mean so much to me.”

All the blood must have rushed from my head to my cock because I heard myself agree. “I’ll do it.”

Sheila beamed and I knew I had made her happy. And that made me happy.

We got to her place at about 11:00 and changed into our bathing suits for a quick swim in the pool in her apartment complex.

I wore my usual baggy shorts that looked like long boxers. Sheila on the other hand wore a red two piece. The top concealed her small titties but the bottom did nothing to hide her generous ass.

Looking at her from the front, it looked typical. From the back, however, her plump buttocks were nearly on display as the material strained to keep that beautiful ass contained.

Being a gentleman, I let her walk in front… so I could admire her wonderful ass.

I dove in first and Sheila followed. We splashed around and swam a bit, then left the pool and sprawled out on chaise lounges.

“We need to get you a better swim suit John. That one doesn’t show your physique at all.”

I figured she’s have me as near to naked as she was legally able to and smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

Sheila rolled on to her stomach, her barely covered ass for all to see. She asked me to put suntan lotion on her back. I covered her back and legs but when I got to her rear end, I hesitated.

“Go on John. I don’t care who sees.”

I applied a generous amount of lotion and rubbed it on the parts of her ass that were exposed. I took the chance and jiggled her globes. Sheila just giggled. I thought about that. I figured if she could be seen like that, then I should not have a problem being seen by her or anyone else.

When I’d finished lotioning Sheila up, it was my turn. She applied it to my arms, legs, and my back. Turning over for her, Sheila applied the lotion to my chest, toying with my nipples. Then, when she was applying the lotion to the front of my thighs, she reached up my swim suit leg and grabbed my cock.

Her oily hand felt nice and it took only a couple of her jacking me to make me rigid. Nervously I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Relieved that most people were reading or had their eyes closed, I settled back hoping Sheila would finish what she started.

It was not to be. Sheila went back to her chaise and smiled at me. “I left you something for you to think about, sweetie.”

We chatted about this and that, figuring bolu escort what we were going to do for dinner, the usual girl and guy stuff. after an hour or so, we dove back into the pool to cool off. Then we toweled off and went to her apartment.

After a quick shower, I thought about getting dressed and decided not to. I liked being naked for Sheila. It added an air of sensuality to the atmosphere.

Sheila, on the other hand, dress in white capris and lite blue blouse that she tied together at her waist and left unbuttoned to just below her breasts.

I fixed us a glass of wine while she fixed her hair and make-up. Sheila’s make-up was little. Lip gloss and a bit of eye liner was all she used. It was all that was necessary too. Sheila had a natural glow and her green eyes and freckles gave her an impish look that spoke volumes but gave away nothing.

Joining me in her living room, Sheila accepted the glass of wine I offered and settle into an overstuffed chair.

“John, I like it that you feel comfortable being naked around me. First, you’re a good looking man with a nice body. It turns me on to look at you. But there’s something else about it. I like the fact that your being naked somehow empowers me. Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t go in for that Dominance and submission stuff. I’d never hurt you.”

I sat listening, knowing this conversation was long in coming.

“No John. But I like the fact that I have access to your body. I enjoy seeing my man naked. You are my man aren’t you John?”

Sheila waited for me to answer. I had to think about what she was saying, wondering what implications would be forth coming if I admitted I was her man.

Sheila was patient as I considered my response. I knew I liked this dynamic in our relationship. I knew I enjoyed seeing to her needs. That was a first for me. While I’ve always tried to be considerate, it was something more for Sheila. I tried to anticipate her needs and desires and fill them before she asked. I was feeling strong emotions for her and I knew that meant I was in love, or at least getting close to it.

“Sheila”, I began, “this is difficult for me to put into words but please let me try. To be perfectly honest with you, I like our relationship. Except for the humiliation of Bev watching me jackoff, it’s been more exciting than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

Still trying to find the right words, I struggled on. “I think I’m in love with you. No, I’m sure I am. I’m also certain that I like making you happy. At the same time, it scares me. I mean you said yesterday that the next time, you’d let me know before it happened. Before what happens?”

“John, please come and stand beside me.”

I did as she asked and went to her side.

Sheila used her hand to feel my ass, my thighs, my balls, and finally my cock. She stroked me as I stood there, my hands clasped behind me.

I liked what she was doing to me. In the back of my head I knew she would be teasing me. Not allowing me to cum. That thought made what she was doing more exciting.

“Johnnie, you don’t mind me calling you Johnnie do you?”

Without waiting for me to answer Sheila continued.

“I have to admit there is more. You see, I would like to add a little spice to our relationship. It would be such a turn on for me to have you naked for my girl friends here.”

I tried to interrupt but Sheila shushed me and increased her jacking of my cock. I became still.

“Johnnie, there’s no shame in showing your sexy body off. My girl friends would be so jealous and I’d be so proud. I want you to think about that. Think about how sexy you’d feel, being naked in a room full of fully clothed women.”

“Oh, I know you’d be embarrassed and that’s part of the turn on for me. A little humiliation wouldn’t hurt you and it would please me tremendously.”

I was slowly humping her hand as I considered what she said. Sheila had me turned on and I was thinking that maybe I could try it once. I mean, how hard would it be to be naked in a room full of naked women. The thought of strange women seeing me in my full glory, my cock, had me me on the verge of cumming.

Sheila recognized how close I was and stopped jacking me.

“Finish it for me Johnnie. Jack off for me. Close your eyes and pretend that there are 4 or 5 ladies here watching you.”

I did what she told me to do. I took my cock in my right hand and jacked myself while holding my balls in my left hand.

In a matter of a minute or two, I blew my load on her carpet. I groaned out my cum. Becoming weak kneed, I squatted down some as I let rope after rope spurt on her floor.

Finally spent, I dropped to my knees beside Sheila, panting.

She let me stay like that, coming down from an intense orgasm, for a minute or so. Then she ruffled my hair and told me to clean my mess up.

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