He followed her to her door. The door was locked; it meant that her mother was either out or had gone to bed. She was nervous putting her key in the lock. When she finally succeeded in withdrawing the bolt she turned to say good night and found him standing on the landing next to her.
“I had a wonderful time this evening…” she began as she held out her hand to him to shake.
He did not wait for her to finish her speech, but slipped his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. At first she resisted, but her sexual desire combined with the wine he had pushed at her all evening soon over powered her sense of proper deportment and she relaxed into his arms.
She was more than just a big girl, she was fat. Her size had limited her social life and left her naive about dating situations. She only knew what she had read, or seen in movies, or fantasized about when she was alone and her hands were massaging her breasts or exploring between her legs.
He was not like her at all. He was successful, good looking and experienced. As she relaxed, he opened her mouth with his tongue and his fingers brushed her face and neck. He was in no hurry. He had been confident that he would fuck her from the moment she agreed to have dinner with him. They worked together and she had been positive that this would be a professional meeting. She had no intention of letting anything romantic develop, but he had little interests in her intentions. He knew women’s bodies. She was late twenties, maybe thirty. The office talk and his observations assured him that no one was mounting her, and from her manner, he guessed that no one had touched her in years if ever.
The evening had gone well. She didn’t know how to drink, or socialize, but all indications were that she was naturally obedient. She said she didn’t drink, but he had poured wine for her and when he told her to... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
