Hello friends, my name is Amit and I reside in the United Kingdom. I am 55 years old. I migrated from India 25 years ago. I live with my family. I am a businessman, and my work takes me all over the country and the world. I have managed to keep fit by exercising regularly, and given my age, I guess I am quite muscular.
As I have been traveling a lot over the past so many years, I have slept with quite a number of women from all over the world. Now that I have made a bit of a fortune, in recent years, I have cut down on my hectic work schedule. Hence, I have not managed to sleep with any woman for quite some time lately. And this is when I first got interested in Bridget.
Bridget is a British 35-year-old girl. Although very fair, she is quite chubby, and to put it very mildly, quite ordinary looking. I would prefer to call her a girl rather than a woman because of our age difference, and her face still looks like a girl in her early 20s. She used to live very close to our house. And we used to bump into each other quite often. Most of the time it used to be in the park nearby.
We used to exchange the usual pleasantries and an odd statement here and there. Nothing more. And then one warm summer day, I saw her wearing a knee-length frock with a low-cut neck. For the first time, I saw her huge white breasts and deep cleavage.
“Wow, Bridget, you are looking stunning,” I said while my eyes were glued to her globes.
But I realized that she was aware of where I was looking while I made that statement, and feeling embarrassed, I immediately apologized.
“It’s alright, no harm done,” she laughed.
I was still red-faced, and as soon as I walked away after saying goodbye, I heard her call at my back, “Hello!”
I looked back at her, a bit worried, and she said with a smile on her face, “Thanks for the compliment.”
I smiled back and, feeling emboldened, replied, “You ARE indeed looking amazing.”
She smiled and thanked me once again.
From that moment onwards, Bridget’s image and especially her huge boobs played on my mind all the time. From that day onwards, I tried to time my walks with hers, and whenever I was successful, she never disappointed. Her melons were always on display.
Each time I managed to make her stay a little longer on some pretext or other. And she never seemed to be in a hurry to walk away and always answered my stupid questions with sincerity. Long before I realized it, I had changed direction and started walking with her.
I had a feeling that Bridget was aware of what was happening. And maybe it was my imagination, but lately, as we walked, she used to find some excuse or other to bend, allowing me to lust after her chest.
During one of these walks, I casually popped the question about whether she had a boyfriend. Without any hesitation, she replied in the negative, and I could sense a sadness in her laugh when she said that the last time anyone was interested in her was nearly 10 years back.
The day I learned she had no boyfriend, I decided to give it a go at seducing her. By now, I knew where she worked and what time she left for work, and what time she returned. That she didn’t drive and had to take the bus.
The next day when we met, I lied to her that I had a meeting with one of my clients in an office near hers. And whether she would like a lift to work and back (as my meeting would last for a long time). She seemed to be genuinely delighted with the offer and immediately agreed. I took her number so that I could let her know exactly when I would pick her up from her regular bus stop.
The next day, I messaged Bridget, and within no time, she replied as if she were waiting just for it. She was dressed in formal attire when I picked her up from her usual bus stop. As she sat, being quite chubby, she struggled with the seat belt.
As I helped her, I casually placed my hand on her knee. She either didn’t notice this or didn’t seem to mind. I decided to stretch my luck, and I placed my hand further up between her thighs while pretending to be focused on getting her seat belt sorted.
Maybe I was imagining things again, but as I pressed her thigh, the gap between her two thighs narrowed, and my hand was tightly sandwiched in between. I stole a quick glance, and she too seemed to be watching intently my efforts with the belt.
All this flurry of activity lasted for not more than 4-5 seconds, but long enough for the touch of her soft thighs to give me a hard-on. We drove to her office, and after thanking me for the lift, she went inside her building.
As she walked away, I could see the bulge of her round ass stretching the trousers to its limit. It was a delight to watch them sway, and how much I yearned at that time to grab them and get her in my arms.
My first half of the job was done, and I returned home. I had deliberately not mentioned anything about picking her up, although I had told Bridget the previous day that the so-called meeting would finish almost the same time she finished work (without making it too obvious). I wanted to check if she wanted to be picked up.
To my utter delight, in the afternoon, I got a message from her to enquire about my whereabouts. I lied to her, while lying in my bed, that I was about to finish. My joy knew no bounds when she wondered whether she could get a lift back home. And I received a smiley when I replied, “Of course.”
I dressed up and drove to her office. She was waiting at the building entrance, and the moment she saw my car, she waved with a smile. As she seemed to ‘struggle’ once again with the seat belt, I decided to test the waters.
This time, I placed my hand further up her thighs, almost near her crotch, and to my immense gratification, I was rewarded once again by having my hand gripped tightly between her thighs. I was now quite certain that she too was deriving some thrill from my subtle touches.
A man’s touch after nearly 10 years, and that too in some delicate places, would have naturally made her horny too! I dropped her at the bus stop, and from there, she walked home. This went on for the entire week.
The fifth day was Friday, and to my dismay, I learned that I would not be seeing Bridget over the weekend as she was going out with her friends. For the first time, since we started walking together, I was not going to see her for two consecutive days.
On Sunday evening, my phone buzzed, and I was happy to see her message.
“Hiya, how are you? I am back. Any chance of a lift tomorrow?”
“Nope,” I replied.
“Why?” plus a surprised emoji was her lightning response.
She wasn’t expecting a ‘No,’ that was for sure. I got a bit carried away and replied, “Because you made me feel miserable for the last two days.”
The moment I hit the send button, I grimaced for betraying my feelings and not acting my age. The way I said it would upset her, I thought. Instead, she sent three LOL emojis and added, “See you tomorrow.”
The moment I saw Bridget at the bus stop, my mood lifted. She waved at me as the car came to a halt. We started chatting about her weekend and what she did. Finally, we reached her office building. But rather than getting out of the car, she turned around, leaned towards me, and gave a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks for the lift. See you in the afternoon,” she said, leaving me pleasantly surprised by her gesture.
I wondered whether this was going to be a one-off or whether this was the first of many more to come. I had to wait for a few more hours before I got my answer.
In the afternoon, at the usual time, I picked her up, and when I stopped at the bus stop where she got off, she did the same thing.
“Wow, two in a day. Must be my lucky day,” I said. She laughed heartily and left.
On the second day, which was Tuesday, I picked her up as usual, and as we chatted, we reached her office. Today, I was better prepared. When Bridget turned around and kissed me once again on my cheek, I did the same to her cheek but placed my lips for a few moments, and as I separated from her, I too thanked her.
“What for?” she asked, surprised.
“For making my day with your kisses,” I smiled back. She blushed, and her milky white face turned crimson.
She waved goodbye, and today, as I watched her backside, I thought her ass oscillated more than usual. In the afternoon, the same thing happened. I allowed her to kiss me before I returned her favor.
Over the next two days, it became like a ritual, and on Thursday, I decided to take things into my own hands. In the afternoon, when we met in the park, I asked her about her plans for Friday evening. When she said she had none, I asked whether she would like to go out for dinner. She had a huge smile, as if she were waiting all this time for me to ask her out.
The next morning, she could not hide her excitement about going on a date later that evening, and we talked about nothing else. We went through the usual motions, and when I dropped her off in the afternoon, we fixed the time when I would pick her up again. Later in the evening, I went to the place where she stayed.
Bridget stayed in a rented accommodation along with two other girls. As I texted my arrival, she came out of the house wearing a beautiful evening gown. The dress made her look pretty, and it hugged her body tightly. It hung on her shoulder with the help of two strings, and the rest of her shoulders and arms were bare, revealing how fair she was.
The neckline wasn’t as deep as her summer frocks, which she wore in the park, but the upper part of her large breasts could still be seen. Her dress fitted nicely around them, and one could gauge their size. The same thing was true about her buttocks. The dress hugged them evenly from all sides, giving away their size and roundness.
We had a lovely dinner at a nice restaurant accompanied by engaging conversation. From time to time, I told her in different ways how stunning she looked. It was nearly 10 pm when we finally left. We drove back to her house, and I parked my car in their communal car park, which was a few steps away. We sat in the dark car park and chatted about nothing in particular.
“Thanks, Amit, for a memorable evening. I had a very good time. Thanks,” Bridget said with a smile as she started to leave.
I placed my hand on hers, as if to stall her, and said, “Thanks to you, I too had a great time, and I am glad you enjoyed it too.”
She leaned towards me to kiss my cheeks as usual, and I was waiting the entire evening for this moment. I quickly turned my face towards her and placed my lips on hers. I rested them for not more than 5 seconds and then parted them just slightly. Bridget was taken aback by my gesture, but I held my ground and kept my lips very close to hers. She closed her eyes and brought her lips gently over mine and let them linger for a few moments more than I did, before withdrawing.
We looked at each other, but there were no smiles this time. I brought my face close to hers once again. She reciprocated, and our lips touched gently for the third time. On the fourth go, our lips met, and we let go of the emotions we had been holding onto. We kept kissing each other all over our faces and not just on our lips.
“Bridget, I have been waiting for this for so long,” I confessed between our kisses.
She invited me into her arms, and as they engulfed me, our lips met with an intent. I felt her tongue slipping between my lips, and I sucked it passionately.
After a few moments, I passed my tongue into her mouth, and it was welcomed with equal vigor. As our tongues wrestled with each other, I brought my hand towards her left breast and caressed it softly. I could feel her exhale a sigh as our mouths glued to each other.
As I did not face any resistance, I squeezed it a little bit more, and her nipple became hard against my palm. Her arms tightened around me. As I squeezed her heavy breast further, she squirmed and squealed as I held the back of her head and pushed her mouth further inside mine.
As I released her abruptly, she let out a gasp, and her chest heaved. But her arms were still around me, and within no time, as she breathed heavily, she started brushing her lips all over my face with occasional pecks.
“Let’s spend the remaining weekend together, sweetheart!” I suggested while she was pecking my face.
“Mmm, let’s do that, darling!” she replied between her pecking.
As soon as Bridget agreed, our lips met once again to celebrate the passion-filled times we were about to experience. None of us was willing to let go, and we continued kissing in a relaxed way. Finally, we forced our lips to leave each other, and I cupped her face and gave a peck on her cheek.
“Tomorrow at ten,” I set the time before she stepped out, but not before another quick kiss.
The next morning, I was at her doorstep at sharp ten, and she came out of the house with her bag. She was wearing one of her summer frocks. This one was probably the sexiest one she wore. The neck was so wide that it was a miracle that it did not fall off her shoulders. The sight of her breast left nothing to the imagination, and all the dress must have covered were her nipples and the underside. It ended two to three inches above her knees, revealing her ample thighs.
As she sat in the car, her dress slid further up, and her black panties was slightly visible. We kissed as we closed our doors, but as my hand was about to sample her breast once again, she stopped it from reaching her, and with a mischievous smile, she ordered me to save it for the hotel.
We started for the hotel, which was almost an hour’s drive away. I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes on the road while her breasts bounced lightly. I hoped hopelessly that they would jump out to reveal themselves in their full glory. Her massive, milky white thighs were coaxing me to caress them, but Bridget ruthlessly thwarted all my attempts. She herself was losing the battle with her dress as it slid back gradually each time she pulled it to cover her thighs to tease me.
It seemed like an eternity when we finally pulled into the car park of our hotel, where we were going to be together for two nights.
After we completed the formalities, we headed with our bags to our room for the next two nights. My heart was beating with excitement, and my cock was dying to be freed. While we dragged our bags with one hand, my other hand was holding hers. As we went up the elevator, I could feel her hand tighten around mine. I smiled at her, but she seemed to be a bit tense. Soon the elevator reached our floor.
The moment we entered our room, I inserted the card in the power slot, and the light in the foyer came on. Bridget excused herself to use the bathroom. After she came out, I went in and freshened up. I changed into my shorts and wore nothing else.
Bridget had turned on all the lights and was sitting at the side of the bed. She no longer cared that her dress was revealing not only her magnificent thighs but also her panties. She invited me with her spread arms, and as I went in them, they went around, and so did her legs.
She held me in her grip tightly and said, placing her chin on my flat tummy and looking upwards into my eyes, “I have been waiting for this moment forever.”
I held her head against my midriff before gently pushing her large body onto the bed. As she lay on the bed, I rested my body on her, and in the process, her massive tits got crushed between our chests. Our lips met, and so did our crotches. When she felt my hardness against her crotch as I deliberately pushed into her, a “Wow” escaped her lips.
We started to kiss, and within no time, saliva spilled through our mouths, and we took turns licking it before slobbering each other once again with another deluge. My body was slithering over her and giving her a thorough massage. I was trying to feel her softness and each and every curve of her fat body.
When my thirst was somewhat satiated, I stood and pulled her up and made her stand facing me.
“Bridget, you look so beautiful.” She blushed when I said this, and I bent and kissed the top of her soft jugs.
Then I proceeded to lift her dress above her head to reveal her massive boobs and two beautiful pink nipples, which sat on her small areolas. With the tip of my tongue, I traced a circle around her dimpled areola. As I did this, her nipple started to rise, and as it enlarged, I sucked it between my lips and washed it with my tongue.
“Oh, honey,” was all she could utter as her legs wobbled, and she held on to me for dear life.
As I slobbered her nipple, I wrapped one of my arms around her large body and let it travel downwards to feel her ass. I could feel the soft flesh instead of the fabric of her panties, and then it dawned on me that she was actually wearing a thong.
With every stroke of my tongue, her nipple grew in size and became more and more hard, and Bridget moaned louder and louder. From time to time, I would dig my teeth just enough to cause her slight pain, making her wince erotically. While one breast of hers was receiving this attention, the other was getting squeezed, first gently and then roughly. When I was completely satisfied with the hardness the nipple had achieved, I turned my attention to the breast that I was squeezing so far.
After some time, I pushed Bridget once again onto the bed and rolled her onto her tummy. Her ass was completely bare except for the string of the thong, which separated her ass cheeks. The sight took my breath away, and I just could not stop myself from licking these massive globes and wetting them with my saliva. And as I dug my teeth into the softest flesh I had ever experienced, I knew I could go on for ages.
While we had loads of time now, we had waited long enough, and the yearning to meld with each other was unbearable. I turned her onto her back once again and freed her of her last remaining garment. I was presented with the most beautiful sight of her swollen, hairless pussy, which was begging to be licked. I could not resist the temptation and tasted the salty moisture that had formed between the lips of her vulva.
After promising myself to return to this honey pot later to quench my thirst, I got up and got rid of my shorts. My manhood jumped out and stood erect, unable to hide its excitement. I got between her legs and slipped the condom over my pole. As I parted her lips, Bridget closed her eyes in anticipation. My cock went inside her wet, lubricated pussy without any resistance, and as it made its way further and further, Bridget moaned louder and louder.
After thrusting my enlarged penis as much as I could, I lay myself on Bridget. I grabbed one of her tits as our lips met. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and gave her a massive jolt in her pussy with my cock. Her eyes widened due to my sudden assault, and a loud gasp tried to escape through our clamped mouths. Her hands instinctively wrapped me tightly, and her other tit got crushed between our chests. I delivered another thrust and then one more, and we soon found our rhythm.
As my strokes became more regular, the sound of our grunts filled the entire room. By now, our mouths had separated, and I looked into her eyes as my cock slid back and forth between the walls of her vagina. When we were not kissing, we looked at each other intently, and each stroke sent an electric current through our bodies. When I suspected that Bridget was on the edge, I increased my speed and pinched her nipple harder and harder. Her moans turned into screams, and she pulled at my hair.
Finally, her body started to shudder, and the intense orgasm that she started to experience nearly threw me off her body. She let out a never-ending squeal, and her body rose in the air in an arch momentarily and dropped with a thud. I stopped fucking her at this point in time and only when she was sufficiently relaxed did I increase my speed once again, and she reciprocated by beginning to moan again.
I let go of her boob, which I had ravaged so far, and leaned forward over her face. As she licked and bit my neck and shoulder blades, I started fucking her in a mad frenzy, and in a few moments, the condom got filled with my cum. We both were breathing heavily as I withdrew my pulsating cock. And she stroked my hair as I slumped on her ample chest.
After lying on her body for some time, I finally rolled to my side, took off the condom, and threw it in the bin before pulling Bridget towards me. As we lay on our sides, we caressed each other softly, and after some time, fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Folks, this is how our beautiful relationship began.
I hope you liked it. I would love to share the things we did over the next two days. If you are keen to know more, you need to let me know through your comments. Only your comments will encourage me to take the effort and describe in detail about our sexual adventures and how I managed to conquer all her holes before we went home.
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