He begged me to spend the night, but with my sexual freedom, I wasn't really ready for a permanent relationship, so I explained that I had to go and got up to get dressed.
"May I dress you?"
"Sure. If you'd like."
He placed my massive breasts inside my bra and hooked the snap. Then held my dirty panties in his hand, and hesitated.
I looked at his expression, as he looked like he was searching for words, then I said, "You can keep those if you'd like."
A huge smile came to his lips as he exclaimed "Really"?!"
"Really."
"Oh thank you."
He helped me on with my dress, then helped me into my shoes, paying special attention and admiration to my toes and feet.
I grabbed my purse and we walked slowly to the front door. I turned to kiss him one last time, and added, "I had a wonderful time."
Looking sprung, he looked down at his feet and quietly said "You'll call me sometime?"
I patted his cheek and said "of course", and gave him one last kiss as I stroked his cheek.
As I closed the door to my car I thought to myself how unusual it was to have a man totally addicted to me regardless of my size. He's tying to do anything to please me. This might take some time to get used to, but after tonight, I knew that it was worth the effort.
Some people might frown from someone my size performing these acts and may even label me as a wanton horny slut, but I prefer to think of myself as an emancipated woman who knows what she wants, and now knows how to get it.
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After Hours: BBW
Short Story**** Content Warning **** The story is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion.
