Busty Betty
Introduction:
A dirty old man meets the big busty woman of his dreams.
Busty Betty
I had only recently met Betty. The first two times were relatively short and hurried. However, the third time was a charm.
We were not alone but we managed to spend an hour or so in the same room. My wife was there with me as well as a mutual friend. Her husband and two children were in another room but occasionally entered the kitchen for a moment or two and then retreated to bigger and better things like video games and television.
Betty is what the Internet calls a Big Beautiful Woman. She is also much prettier than most of those women.
Her face is round and full, her hair is a rather nice reddish color with a small neat ponytail. She has a high forehead and a very nice smile.
When I first saw her that day she had not expected company and she was wearing a golden tan colored nightgown that was silky looking. It was quite apparent that she was not wearing a bra. However, while sitting at the kitchen table she was quite modest about it. As soon as she got the opportunity she got up and rushed out to change. The nightgown was long and it covered her to her ankles. She moved way to fast for me to even see her panty lines as she sped off. I was disappointed.
Soon she reappeared and quickly sat back down in her chair. Again it was so quick that I didn’t notice what she was wearing from her waist down. However, I certainly did notice her blouse. It was a T-shirt of sorts, it was green stripped, and it had three snaps from her bust line up to her V-neck.
Being a dirty old man, I wiped the drool from my chin, and aimed my digital camera at her. Then I said something about not being able to see enough of her cleavage. Betty smiled at me and then she just reached up, grabbed a hold of both sides of her neckline, and pulled hard. All three snaps popped open and then she pulled her neckline down far enough to reveal the center of her rather large bra and about half of her left cup. She was still smiling when I took her picture. My wife and our mutual friend just sat there and looked at her without saying word.
Later Betty told me that she wears a 48 to 50 DD to DDD depending on the bra. Wow, was all that came to my mind.
Unfortunately I had to leave, but not before we exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers.
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For the next two months we instant messaged one another almost every day. Our messages got sexier and sexier until eventually we were having Internet sex with each other. I didn’t have a web cam but she provided me with enough pictures to keep me extremely interested and sexually excited. My wife was pleased with the new interest that I had in sex. She assumed that I was going through some manly change of life. I didn’t have the heart to tell my wife that my young Internet lover was responsible for all of my erections.
I just had to meet with her. We arranged to meet in a large city about halfway between our houses. We each had only one car and our spouses were not much for driving, so it was relatively easy.
I made the two-hour trip in record time and I was ahead of schedule. I also did not have a cell phone so I was depending on her showing up. I became worried when she was about a half-hour late but my wife was never on time either so I calmed down and waited patiently.
When she finally pulled into the motel parking lot I jump out of my car like a schoolboy waiting for Christmas. I waved at her and she pulled into the parking spot right next to me. Together we went up to the second floor and found our room. It was nothing fancy but all we needed was a bathroom and a bed.
She insisted on using the bathroom first. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was very nervous, I was sixty-two years old, and about to have an affair with a much younger woman. I was scared, I was hard, and I was very happy that she had shown up and was in the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and wished that I were in there with her. I allowed her, her privacy. When she opened up the door she was in that golden tan nightgown that I had first seen her in. She was holding her clothes and the small bag that she had taken in with her. She smelled very pleasant. It was fruity smelling. I saw her white panties in her hands and smiled knowing that that nightie was all that she had on.
I stepped past her and entered the bathroom. As I closed the door I looked back at her and she was just leaning over placing her things on the bed. Her nightie stretched tightly across her ass. The lighting in the room allowed me to see a dark shadow down her ass crack. I was once again hard. I closed the door without locking it and remembered that she hadn’t locked the door either. Had I missed a chance to join her and not known it? Would she have thrown me out or welcomed me into her arms, I would never know. I undressed and stepped into the shower. The tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner were both half-full and waiting for me. Then I picked up the small bar of used soap. I smiled knowing that I washed my face first, then down my body to my crotch. I wondered if her crotch was the last thing that that bar of soap had touched. I smiled as I washed my face with it. Even if she had washed her ass last I was still a very happy man. I washed my crotch twice to make sure that it was clean, fresh, and free of any trace of my wife. When I dried off I wrapped my wet towel around my waist and tucked it in. Then I opened the door and stepped out.
Betty was lying in bed with the sheet pulled up to her armpits. Her nightie was lying on the chair and knew that she was completely naked. She reached over and turned the light off. The curtains had been closed and the room went dark. I dropped the towel and crawled into bed with her. When I asked her if I could turn the light on, she told me to wait until after we had sex. She could not see me smile. Sex was on both of our minds. Hell, we had each driven for two-hours, bathed, and were lying in bed together naked…we were definitely going to have sex.
I reached over, held her shoulder, and kissed her. She tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash, while I tasted of a Burger King Kid’s Meal and a Coke. I had not planned this rendezvous very well. She had thought with her head and I had thought with me penis. I felt embarrassed but then she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cooed softly. My hand moved from her soft shoulder to her side and then I pulled in onto her massive breast. It was so soft.
I adjusted my body and kissed her as I pushed her onto her back. My body moved over top of hers. I felt her big breast press against my body. It was so soft. I broke our kiss and felt around with both of my hands. I found her round stomach and moved up toward her chin. I found a flat spot and then moved my hands out along her soft breasts until I was cupping the ends. I felt her nipples harden in my palms and it excited me. I leaned down and kissed both of her flattened out breasts as my hand slipped down to her love mound. Her fine pubic hair felt nice, the heat and the moisture coming from her pussy excited me even more. I moved over her leg to kneel between them and she opened them up for me. Her knees raised and opened calling me in. My vision had adjusted to the darkness in the room and I could finally see the Big Beautiful Angel that was lying there before me. I smiled as I realized that she was a true redhead. Collar and cuffs definitely matched.
Betty must have really liked me to open herself up like that and assume a position that was both vulnerable and submissive. She was giving herself to me. My lover was waiting for me to consummate our long distant relationship. I wanted that too but I had something else that I wanted to do first. I lowered my face into her crotch. She smelled clean and fresh. I knew that she had douched for my benefit and I was pleased that I had stopped to taste her. I would not have wanted her to have cleaned it out for nothing. The mere process of douching meant that she wanted me to go down on her. With her legs spread wide her pussy had opened up like a flower, her puffy lips had parted, and her moist pinkness was before me. I pressed my face into her slit, I stuck out my tongue, and I tasted her fluid. It was wonderful, it was pleasant to taste, and it was plentiful. I practically drank from her fountain of youth and it made me feel young again. I used my nose to rub her clit causing her to orgasm. That was the first of many orgasms that I wanted to give her. She begged me to enter her but I insisted that she have another orgasm. Giving her pleasure was what I wanted to do before I took my own pleasure from her. Making love was a very intimate thing to me, unlike most men that just cum and go, I was looking to cum back many more times. The happier I made her the happier she would make me.
She allowed me to give her a second orgasm before she pulled me up her body. My cock found her pussy along the way and decided to move in. Our lips kissed as our genitals kissed. Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth as my cock slipped in and out of her love tunnel. We were making passionate unbridled love. My hands were under her neck and her hands were massaging my butt. Her moans and groans told me that she was getting close to another orgasm. So was I.
When I couldn’t take anymore pleasure I started thrusting into her as deeply as I could. She wrapped her legs around me and using her heels pulled me into her further. My balls boiled, my cock grew in length, and my cum started shooting out of my cock and into her womb. Even though we had both been fixed I was sure that we could have created another human life if we had wanted too. Our lovemaking was that strong.
I kissed her one last time and then I rolled off from her to lie next to her and cuddle. I fell asleep using one of her soft breasts as a pillow.
When I awoke she was still holding me with her arm around me, and her big breast still under my head.
She kissed me and smiled. Then she turned on the light and told me to look at her body for as long as I wanted too. The truth was that I wanted to look at her body for much longer than just the hour that we had left.
Betty promised me that we could get together again sometime. That was just a tease to me. I wanted so much more but she promised me that we could continue to write and that her pictures to me would become more intimate.
We kissed, parted, and went back to our spouses.
At least I had the memory of making love to the most fantastic woman that I had ever met.
The End
Busty Betty
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