The Curvy Girl Next Door: A BBW Romance (8 page)

CHAPTER 15

It had been two months since that day in the office at the school. Julian had been unwilling to open his front door or answer his phone to talk to her just as she had expected. Andre had taken her to court to try and take custody of the girls. What he had not expected was that Julian was paying a lawyer to defend her in court. It had shocked Angela too. After the lawyer had gotten done with Andre, his visits had gone to supervised visits until he completed three-hundred hours of anger management and came up to date on his child support which he was forty thousand dollars behind on. The judge had made Andre cut Angela a check that day for the past due amount.

Angela had wanted to share her happiness with Julian that day but he was still unwilling to talk to her.

Angela had missed him so much these past few months. Things had been so bad with her and Andre at the end of her marriage that she had been relieved to not hear from or see him for a little while, but with Julian she felt like someone had ripped her heart out.

He had continued communication with the girls, checking in on them when she was not around. That was how she had found out where he was going to be tonight.

He and a couple of his friends were going to a sports bar that was not too far from where they lived. She had decided the only way she was going to get him to listen to her was to seduce him into her bed and they could chat after.

Angela got a little nervous as she walked into the bar in nothing but heels, a trench coat, stockings and a smile. The bar was packed with fans from both teams that were playing. TV’s were blaring and music was playing. There were a few women in that bar but it was mostly packed with men. The women were obviously there to get the attention of a whole lot of men at one time. Angela only wanted to talk to one. Glancing around the bar, she finally spotted Julian. Walking up to him and sitting on the stool next to him, she said, “Hey, handsome. Long time no see.”

For the first time, Julian looked at her and was shocked at the way she was dressed. Trying not to let his dick get hard Julian said, “What do you want, Angela?”

“You,” she whispered.

Angela ran her hand along his leg seductively trying to pull him in. He glanced down at Angela’s perfectly manicured hand and immediately felt his cock stir. He felt her soft breath on his ear then heard, “Please fuck me, Julian.” Julian laughed a deep rolling chuckle when he heard her use the phrase. If Angela thought being a tease was going to work she was sadly mistaken.

Julian turned toward her ready to comment, but he totally lost his train of thought when he saw Angela standing before him; every man’s fantasy brought to life. Her breasts were practically falling out of a short cropped trench coat, her hair free and curly. Her legs were wrapped in black soft silk stockings which seemed to go on for miles from the short coat finally ending at a pair of black shinny high heels.

Before Julian could regain the slightest thought, Angela placed her shoe on the bottom rung of his bar stool, took his hand off of his drink and placed his chilled hand on her knee. She was standing close to the bar and in the darkness, no one noticed when she moved his hand higher, sliding it over her silk encased thigh and then higher.

He was instantly hard the moment that his hand touched her leg. He was rubbing his fingers over the silk when he suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose like he had thought…oh no, his vixen had worn thigh high stockings and a garter belt.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.   He went to stand, not knowing where he was going to drag her off to but just knowing that he had to have her – now.

Angela placed her other hand on his shoulder and kept him seated for just a moment longer. He didn’t realize it but the best surprise was yet to come. She leaned down close to his ear again just when his still chilled fingers found her bare exposed and juicy wet pussy.

She sucked in her breath as his fingers delved in and began to play. His penis thumped against her leg in appreciation to the little mummers and gasps that were coming from Angela’s mouth.

“Oh God, babe, I have to have you now. Where….” Angela placed her finger against his lips.

“I know. I’m going to die unless I can taste your cock soon.” She pulled his fingers away from her pussy and held them up close to her face. His fingers were wet and glistening from her juices.

She leaned down and, using just the tip of her tongue, ran her tongue up his middle finger catching all her own juices. When her tongue got to the top, it circled his finger tip.  She then sucked the whole length of his finger into her mouth, maintaining eye contact with Julian the entire time.

Without warning, she turned and walked toward the back of the bar. She turned and glanced back at Julian with ‘come fuck me eyes’. Not waiting, he got up and followed his walking dream into the night.

Hypnotized by the sway of her hips, Julian followed Angela, obvious erection and all, into the back of the bar. In the back of his mind, he was vaguely curious about where they were going but mostly his thoughts were consumed with getting that damn coat off of her.

He’d vaguely noticed when he had walked in, that there was a packed dance floor in the rear of the bar. It was darker, hotter back here. The increase in humidity and temperature combined with the tension racing through his body caused a trickle of sweat to run down his back. The music was slow with deep earthy beats, perfect for what he had in mind.

Angela finally stopped at the edge of the group, her hips starting to gyrate to the rhythm of the music. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him around until his back was almost touching the wall.

She slid her body tightly up to his, both moving to the music now. She slid one hand up his chest, up and around his neck. Using that hand, she pulled herself up closer to his ear and practically purred, “I want you to fuck me here, on the dance floor.”

Noticing the flame that leapt into his eyes gave Angela the courage to do what she did next. Keeping their bodies tightly together, she slid slowly down until her mouth was even with Julian’s hard pulsing arousal.

To anyone else on the dance floor, it would appear that they were merely dancing provocatively, but that was only because, with her back to them, they couldn’t see that she had unzipped his jeans and had hurriedly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the head, then, just as fast, released it with a wet ‘pop’ and stood up to face him.

The intriguing flicker of heat that had given her courage had now turned hot and dangerous. What was an invitation only moments before was now a threat of what he intended to do to her. Julian was already aroused to the point of pain and for Angela to wrap her sweet mouth around his head had nearly done him in. He intended to return that intense moment of near orgasm to her.

He slid his hands slowly up from her round hips until they circled her waist. He quickly, and a bit forcefully, spun Angela until her back was against his chest. Angela, taken completely unaware, turned to look back at Julian only to have her mouth captured by his. His lips and tongue probing her mouth while his hands roamed her body. She felt totally at his control.

His right hand flattened against her lower body, his left slipping in between the buttons of her coat, anxious to find her breasts. Angela gasped and then moaned into Julian’s mouth when his fingers found and played with her nipples. While still holding and teasing her, he took his right foot to spread her legs further apart. Without any warning, he bent her over slightly and then thrust his large cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Angela’s senses were assaulted. She couldn’t see anything except massive amounts of stars that blinded her vision. She felt Julian’s large, wide cock stretching her pussy. He just held her at first, swaying with the music, stroking her body, giving them both a moment to adjust to him being inside her.

Then, in synch with the music from the DJ, he moved. His arms were now wrapped around her waist, holding her close, possessing her body and soul. Their bodies moved in opposing rhythms so that he could pull almost all the way out and then reenter her.

Julian could feel her pussy grasping his cock tighter and tighter. He knew that she was getting close to orgasm. He had waited for the first time so that he could hear her scream his name as she lost control in person, but he realized this wasn’t quite the right place.

He increased his pace slightly and slipped one hand up close to her face. She took two of his fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked and moaned while he thrust hard in and out of her drawing out her wetness.

She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his forearms.

“Oh Julian…..I’m, I’m going to-“

“Say it.  I want to hear you say it while you cum all over my dick.”

“I…I…”

“Say it, Angela!” Julian whispered into her ear as his fingers slipped under her coat and found her clit.

Angela squeaked a high pitched noise barely audible over the pumping music that drove him insane causing him to come to brink of losing control.

“Please Angie; I need to hear it, now.”

“I need your dick so bad.   Please fuck me, Julian!”

Her breathing was increasing to the point that she was panting. Julian felt her pussy convulse and tighten on his cock. He slipped his fingers back into her mouth to quiet her orgasm. She bit down slightly on his fingers as the gigantic orgasm racked her body, but otherwise didn’t make a sound.

He felt an increase in the juices that were coming from her pussy. He let himself go at that moment and joined her in a massive orgasm. He dropped his head down onto her shoulder and let the tremors run their course through his body.

Angela dropped her head back onto his shoulder to let the remainder of her orgasm ride out. Julian moved her hair back from her neck and kissed her tenderly there while they both calmed down, his arms holding them both upright.

Some of the couples surrounding them knew what had just transpired, but chose not to acknowledge or let it appear that they had seen anything.

The music was still pumping as Julian turned Angela back around to face him. He carefully placed his still hard cock back into his pants, then pulled Angela up for a long soul shaking kiss.

“Well, then,” Angela whispered.  “Don’t you think we need to talk after that?

“No, your pussy told me all I needed to hear.” Julian said wrapping her in his arms vowing never to let her go.