Sweet Seduction (BBW Erotica Romance)

Sweet Seduction

By Don
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Living near Lake Michigan means you
become familiar with the term, Lake Effect Snow, most likely during
your first winter there. As the snow begins to fall it seems like
the predictions of the weatherman were wrong again, just more
fear-mongering for TV ratings or something. Send everyone to the
grocery store in a panic for no reason. But then while you're
distracted with other things the snow keeps falling. The snow is a
tortoise and you are a hare. Seems like last time you looked out
the window there was only a slight dusting, but now there's six
inches on the ground and another six, possibly twelve are on the
way.

Then it pours big flakes of snow on
the ground and everything is covered in cold mashed potatoes. It's
a nice view from inside a warm, toasty home but with a shovel in
your hands, your fingers frozen and stiff, even through two pairs
of gloves, each unique little snowflake becomes your enemy. And
there are millions of them, invading your world, parachuting down
from the heavens.

I finished shoveling the snow from my
driveway, knowing I'd have to do it again in the morning, but also
knowing it was better to shovel six inches twice than deal with a
foot of snow at once. My whole body was hot and sweating, my face
cold and my nose running, my fingers and toes freezing, as I
unpeeled my many layers of clothing. I made myself some hot
chocolate and plopped down in front of the TV in my boxer shorts
and an old t-shirt. This couch wasn't very comfortable to sit on,
but it was a dream to lay on.

I won the battle of Monday morning
with my snow shovel and my aching back, but no one gave me a medal.
I just took a pain reliever and a shower, then dressed for work. My
job was boring but it gave me a lot of time to get to know my bored
co-workers in the office too.

I hoped I worked with Rosa today. I
hoped she didn't call off because she couldn't get out in the snow.
I hoped she still dressed in heels and stockings that covered her
sexy legs and a skirt that I could imagine being lucky enough to be
underneath. I hoped she wore a skirt that was too tight, one she
wanted to tell herself was her size but really wasn't. Because I
wanted to watch her fat ass fight against her clothing when she
walked. Rosa has these deliciously thick thighs that I desperately
want to use as ear muffs. These thoughts made a mundane Monday
morning something a little more cheerful, something full of hope.
Perverted hope, but it still counts.

“God really gave Mother
Nature a facial, didn't he?”

“Oh my god,” Rosa burst out
laughing, it was loud and full of joy and it made me like her, it
made me want her. I could just keep her in my pocket and carry her
around, she was so damned cute, and curvy in all the right
places.

“This. This is why I am
your friend,” said Rosa.

I beamed a smile at her in response as
I surveyed her body.

“I wasn't too loud, was
I?”

“That's what she said, and
no, we're the only ones here so far. Jim called and said he wasn't
going to bother coming in today and Laura is stuck in San Diego
with all that terrible sunshine and warm temperatures and whatnot
so it looks like it is just us today,” I said.

“Well, I don't think we'll
be getting much work done then,” said Rosa. My cock throbbed as my
fantasies ran wild in my head, but I knew she meant that we would
just joke around and goof off with each other while doing some
occasional work. Like usual, but moreso today.

“Do we ever?”

I watched her stomp snow off of her
boots as she took her coat off. Rosa had worn pants, I was slightly
disappointed it wasn't a skirt, but it was understandable in the
weather. At least the pants were nice and tight, just like I
imagined her ass to be, as I watched her walk to the coffee machine
and then she turned to me with a look.

“What? I make terrible
coffee, I did you a favor,” I said.

“You did me a favor by
doing nothing?”

“Makes sense, doesn't
it?”

“Typical man, want me to
wait on you hand and foot,” Rosa teased.

“Well, if you're offering,”
I smirked, joking yet serious, “Cream and sugar,
please.”

“You give me the cream,
I'll give you the sugar,” she said, suggestively.

I tried to think of baseball, or
something, anything, besides how I wanted so badly to give Rosa my
cream and how she could give me her sugar anytime. I was glad to be
sitting at a desk. My cock was as hard as a baseball bat, though
not quite as long or thick, thankfully.

“No response to
that?”

“I'm up for it if you are.”
Literally.

Rosa giggled and I think she blushed
but she tried to hide it. She brought me a hot steaming cup of
coffee and set it down in front of me. I got a good look at her
cleavage and tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at her
soft flesh pouring out of her low cut shirt.

“Here ya go, darlin',” said
Rosa, in her best southern diner waitress accent.

“Thank you, Beautiful,” I
smiled, “What time do you get off?”

“Well that's an awfully
personal question,” she said, before whispering, “But usually every
night before bed.”

We laughed and then I realized that
she was actually flirting back at me. Rosa seemed to realize it too
and then we both composed ourselves as best we could. It was too
quiet and the awkwardness hung in the air and grew by the second.
It had all seemed like harmless teasing that neither of us expected
to go anywhere, but now it seemed like it was more serious. Like we
were stating our desires instead of just teasing one
another.

“Mind if I play some
music?”

“Just keep the twerking to
a bare minimum,” I said.

“Have you seen my ass,
there is no minimum about it,” said Rosa.

“That's why I like it so
much,” I blurted.

“Yeah, I bet you do, Sir
Mix A Lot,” said Rosa, breaking the tension as her cheeks flushed a
bit when she saw my embarrassment. When she realized that me
telling her I liked her big ass wasn't just another fat joke. When
she realized that not everyone saw her the way she saw herself.
That maybe someone could love and appreciate her body, even with
all the flaws she saw in the mirror that made her hate
herself.

“I believe it was George
Washington who said that first and then Sir Mix A Lot made the
song,” I said.

“George Washington liked
big butts?”

“And he couldn't tell a
lie,” I said.

“I never learned that part
in my history classes,” said Rosa.

“Yeah, they always leave
out the part about him liking big butts, guess they didn't want the
first president to look like an uncouth pervert or
something.”

“Guess what song is stuck
in my head now, jerk,” said Rosa.

“Is it 'Back Door Man' by
The Doors?”

“Nope.”

“Is it 'Fat Bottom Girls'
by Queen?”

“Nope.”

“Is it...” Now I was
racking my brain for more songs about butts. I was saved by the
phone ringing. Ugh, turns out I'd have to do some work while I was
at work.

It was so cute how Rosa sat there with
her face scrunched up in ways she didn't realize when she was
frustrated. I told her she looked cute when she was angry but that
just encouraged her rage to burn hotter and brighter as it flowed
like lava throughout her well made body, which made her even cuter.
Which made her madder, which made her cuter, it was an luscious
cycle.

There was something so wonderful and
innocent about Rosa's impotent rage and her unintentionally cute
facial expressions that awoke something deep within my heart. Of
course her body was just my type with all of her soft curves but it
was her personality that really drew me to her, she seemed to be
sunshine, and I was just a poor moth intensely drawn to
her.

It was a pure joy to watch Rosa dawdle
with her pen, rubbing it against her lips in an unintentionally
seductive way, before scribbling some lightning bolt of an idea
down into her notebook. Some answer to some universally
unanswerable question. I found myself trying not to stare at her
beautiful features, her full lips, big bright eyes, and her shapely
body. But I failed that task, I felt helpless about it. It was the
best hopeless, helpless feeling you could ever ask for.

I fell into a daydream about being
able to enjoy her. I wanted to sip her like an espresso, I wanted
to breathe her in like air and let her essence flow through my
body. I wanted to taste her, and inhabit her body as well as her
mind. I wanted to live in her, through her, with her. I wanted to
know her completely, inside and out, in very dirty perverted ways
and also in sweet and innocent ways. I wanted to meet her soul and
kiss every inch of her thick, curvy body.

Rosa called my name and I was startled
back to reality. “Sorry, I spaced out there.” Beautiful, sweet
Rosa, full of rage and sunshine, asked if I was okay with concern
hidden like a shadow behind her smirk. I smiled in response and she
went back to writing in her notebook.

I sighed and glanced at the clock on
the computer. It was nearing 11AM. I looked over to Rosa again. My
eyes traced the curvature of her boobs and made my way down to her
legs. I saw she had taken her boots off and studied the naked arch
of her foot as she bounced it to the radio, thinking of how I
wanted to see every single naked curve, bend, and arch that Rosa's
body had to offer, then she caught me.

“I'm sorry, they were
making my feet sweat. They don't stink too bad, do
they?”

“I don't mind, I was
thinking of getting naked myself,” I joked. It made sense when I
said it, in my enchanted state of delirium, but now I'm not sure
why I said that.

“Go for it, I won't stop
you,” she replied.

“Well, I'd hate to distract
you from Pinterest or whatever it is you do here at
work.”

“Hey, I do things, and
stuff, and other things,” said Rosa.

“Funny, I was just thinking
of changing my name to Things And Stuff And Other
Things.”

“Why? So I'd do
you?”

“Well, if you insist,” I
smiled and my heart beat faster.

Rosa giggled, “You're so funny.” She
blushed and tried to make herself busy. I did the same but then my
eyes were drawn back to her and Rosa caught me looking
again.

“Sorry,” we said in unison.
Then we both giggled and by this point it was incredibly obvious
that we liked each other and we were basking in the glow of
something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe it was lust.
There seemed to be electricity in the air, or at least in my veins.
I finished typing up some boring, soul crushing data entry I was
doing and decided it was a good time for more coffee. The fact that
Rosa had just gotten up and headed for the coffeemaker had nothing
to do with it.

I swear.

But not on my life.

My cock felt engorged all morning,
dirty thoughts of Rosa kept me in a constant state of arousal while
just looking at her stimulated me and added fuel to the fire, but I
just couldn't help myself. I even tried doing some work so I
wouldn't be staring so much. I could only resist temptation for so
long.

I got close to her and I smelled her.
Rosa was pouring coffee into her cup so her back was to me. I
didn't know what perfume she used but she always smelled wonderful.
My hands cupped her wide hips and I breathed on her neck, my lips
barely traced across her soft, warm skin. I kissed my sexy
co-worker's neck and I don't even know how it happened. It was not
a conscious decision. One minute, I was getting coffee, the next
I'm kissing her neck. My cock hardened and pushed into her
generously sized ass with each desperate throb of my thickness. I
heard her gasp, but it was one full of desire, and okay maybe a
little shock.