The Curvy Girl Next Door: A BBW Romance (5 page)

CHAPTER 9

“Are you ready?” Toni asked Angela. She had gotten up at seven a.m. full of nervous energy about going out with Julian for an entire day. She had made a small breakfast basket of pumpkin muffins and vanilla coffee which was Julian’s favorites, with an assortment of fruit. Angela wanted them to at least have a snack on the hour and forty-five minute drive to the winery. 

“Yes, I am ready. Well, I am dressed and I have the outfit for dinner tonight,” she told Toni.  Pacing she stopped to look in the full length mirror that was built into her front hall closet door. Toni had talked Angela into going shopping for a sexy outfit and some sexy under things. Although Angela had no intention of sleeping with Julian, she had gone along to get a new outfit.   It had been so long since she thought of buying something sexy to entice a man being that her ex-husband was gay. She had decided on a black leather corset in a classic style with a definite edgy twist. The front is decorated with a decorative operational front zipper along with added decorative zippers along the bust chest area. The zippers were in a gold tone, with details like boning, sweetheart neckline. She had bought a pair of dark denim stretch midrise slim boot cut jeans with double-button closure and back flap pocket, with the matching cropped denim jacket. With a pair of black lace-up platform booties faux leather upper with a lace-up tie design, ankle strap with a buckle and chain accent she had to admit she looked bad ass.

“Well, you may not be ready but your Va JJ is.  She was sending up Morse code at the mall yesterday,” Toni said to her snapping Angela out of her thoughts.

“TONI!” Angela started but was stopped by the doorbell. “OH! Shoot.  He is here.  I have to go,” Angela said.

“Yes, go and get you some ding ding that has not been in a man’s…” Toni started to say.

“OK! I GOT IT, BYE!” Angela yelled shaking her head as she hung up her phone and put it in her purse.

“Just a minute,” she said after Julian rang the bell again.

Angela opened her front door and Julian was leaning against the door jamb smiling. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a white button down shirt, a black leather jacket and a pair of leather biker boots. He looked good enough to eat.   His shirt was hugging his chest so tightly she could see every rippling muscle of the six-pack of his chest and stomach.

‘Lord, please help me to keep my panties on this weekend. Amen,’ she said to herself.

“Good morning! My...” Julian said stopping mid-sentence and pushing his sunglasses down on his nose.

“Good morning, Julian! How are you this morning?” Angela said turning to walk back into her dining room to get the picnic basket she had put together and her purse.

“My God, Angie those hips,” Julian said following behind her closing the door behind him.   Angie stopped and whipped around, looking down at herself.

“Is this not ok? Because I can...” Angela started to say but Julian stopped her words by grabbing her around her waist and pulling her into his arms.

Looking into her eyes he said, “You better not. What I was about to say is the curve of your hips are so sexy and alluring it’s going to be hard to keep my hands off of you today,” he said.   “Is it ok if I just run my hands innocently over them now before we leave just to get it out of my system?” he finished smiling. Angela loved the way it felt to have his arms around her. The look of desire in his eyes and the feeling of his member nudging her hip told her he meant everything he said.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I will let you get one feel and then it’s time to go”, she said smiling up at him. Angela grabbed his right hand and guided it to her waist then slowly slid it down over her hips and then around to her rear where she let him cup a cheek loosely. When Julian’s eyes rolled up in his head and his head fell back, he moaned.

Laughing quietly and shaking her head, Angela stood on her tip toes and kissed the tip of his chin and whispered, “That’s all you get.  Let’s go.”

“UMM… DAMN!” Julian said. Taking the picnic basket from her he said, “What is this?”

“Breakfast,” she said as she walked to her front door. Julian took the opportunity to watch her delectable ass as she walked to the door.

“Julian?” Angela said.

“Yes?”

“Stop staring at my ass,” she said looking back at him over her shoulder and winking at him.

*******

“Ok, last one,” Angela said as she slid the last strawberry into Julian’s mouth because he couldn’t feed himself and drive. Angela had been feeding him, sliding the strawberry all the way into his mouth until just the tip of her finger was between his lips. Julian took the opportunity to sensually pull her fingers into his mouth and lightly suck on them.

The feeling of his tongue against her fingers sensually pulled her entire body into a heavenly awakening of the most erotic feelings Angela had ever felt.

Angela started to feel that familiar throb between her legs; the feeling of uncontrollable hot wet desire. Clearing her throat, she busied herself with putting the fruit container away in the picnic basket that was in the back seat.

They were on their way to the Golden Winery in Redwine, N.C.   Golden Winery is a beautiful setting for wine tastings; the grounds include a historic century old farm house, a fully restored mule barn, and the original milk house that was now used to support the wine making operations and wine tasting facility.  The vineyard is planted in the fertile soil of the rolling hills in Sandburg County. There is a Golden Creek that slowly winds through the property and there was a family name that represents over 100 years of family ownership of the beautiful farmland. It was a place that when she was married, Angela had always hoped that her husband would take her to.

“So have you been to this place we are going to?”

Julian was feeling like he was twelve feet tall right now. He had not missed the look of total arousal on Angela’s face when he had sucked her fingers. He had never been so glad to see that a woman wanted him just as much as he wanted her as he was in that moment.

“Actually no, but a friend of mine and his wife went there a few months ago for the Murder Mystery weekend,” he said. “I thought what better first date than a glass of wine, a murder, and… me,” he finished looking at her and smiling.

Laughing, Angela said, “Well, two out of three ain’t bad.”

“OHHH! That was a low blow,” Julian said laughing.

Just then they passed a sign for an antique shop she had been dying to go to.

“OH! Can we get off at the next exit and go there?” she said.

“Sure!” he said. Julian thought that she looked so excited. The sparkle in her eyes was something that Julian had adored from the moment he had seen her.

All Julian could think about was ways that he could make her smile, to see joy in her eyes and in her heart.

They pulled into the parking lot of Landings Antiques.  There are many antique shops along the coast, including the Wrightsville Beach area. Landings Antiques was a well-known antique store in the area.  Whether you are looking for true antique or just used furniture you’ll likely find a bargain on just the piece you can’t live without.  A walk through the 10,000 square ft. warehouse will give you a feel for what takes place there. The energy is unmistakable to most.

“Have you ever been here before?” Julian asked her as they walked toward into the store.

“No,” she said.  “I have wanted to come for a while.”

“I bought the bed that’s in one of my guest rooms here.  You are going to love this place,” he said.

“You like antiques?” she said smiling.

“Yeah, of course I do. There is nothing like having a piece of furniture or painting or vase in your home that has a history with memories attached to it,” Julian said.

“Um... my husband used to say there is a reason they call it the past and old. Because no one wants it anymore,” Angela said. She was looking at a bed but Julian saw the look of sadness that came across her face.

‘She often tries to hide her pain,’ he was thinking.

Touching her arm to get her attention Julian said, “I would want you more and more every year. If you were my precious antique, I would make sure you never felt anything except that you were wanted and needed.”

Angela gradually moved closer to Julian, holding his gaze. Leaning in to him taking in his scent, she placed her lips on his first slowly nipping at his bottom lip, tracing his lips with her tongue. Before sliding it into his mouth. Julian moaned, placing his hands on both her cheeks to deepen the kiss. Each caress of their lips and tongues fanned the flames of their passion. Angela stepped back breaking the kiss.

“We need to stop,” she said.

Julian could tell she was concerned he would be angry that she had stopped. He took her hand and pulled her closer to him again.

“You are right, we should stop. I don’t want the first time I bring that delectable body of yours to the peaks of euphoria to be in the back of my Jeep. We will save that for our third anniversary,” he said kissing her hand and continuing on shopping like he had not just said he planned to be with her by her side in three years.

CHAPTER 10

Julian and Angela arrived at the winery just in time to check into the B&B that was on the property to get ready for dinner. Angela did not even have time to address that they were sharing the same room.

They were starting off outside with a glass of wine while the actors gave the guests’ testimony for the evening.  Then they moved them all inside to enjoy dinner and begin solving the mystery. The dinner consisted of dried cranberry and candied walnut salad over baby field greens with Riesling soaked onions, sage derby cheese, sweet potato chips and Riesling vinaigrette.  They were also serving a duo entree of cinnamon dusted seared salmon with pumpkin vinaigrette AND cider braised pork belly with smoked apple butter accompanied with rosemary whipped potatoes and roasted baby carrots, sweet potato funnel cake with maple drizzle and cinnamon ice cream.

As all of the guests sat back and enjoyed digesting the wonderful meal they had just eaten, they also tried to solve the murder mystery. Raising his hand, Julian burped and said, “Colonel Mustard in the den,” which of course made everyone laugh. After one of the other guests solved the mystery, the dance floor was cleared and a melodic song of love played for couples to dance to.

Julian stood up and fastened the single button to his tuxedo jacket. Bending over he extended his hand saying, “Shall we?”

Smiling, Angela took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. Their bodies melted into each other as they both swayed to one of Angela’s favorite songs, “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson.

‘Dear God, please let this man be real. Let him really want to be the man for me. I am so tired of disappointment,’ Angela thought as they swayed together.

“It feels good to have you in my arms, Angie,” Julian whispered to her. “I don’t want to scare you but I have to tell you this has been the best date I have ever had in my life.”

Leaning back to look in his eyes, Angela knew he meant what he was saying to her. There were no lies or betrayal in his eyes; just desire for her that was an intoxicatingly powerful feeling to a woman that had been married to and had children with a man that realized in their marriage he was gay.

“I have to admit, this is the best time that I have had on a date ever,” she said smiling up at him. “It’s been so wonderful. I hate for it to end,” she finished going back into his arms continuing the sway.

“Umm... It doesn’t have to,” Julian whispered very closely to her ear taking the opportunity to kiss the side of her neck but pausing to give her the opportunity to push him away. She didn’t. Instead she gazed into his eyes and said, “What do you mean?”

Smiling, Julian took both of her cheeks into the palm of his hands looking deep into her eyes.

“I mean that we are checked in.  There is a big beautiful bed upstairs that I would love to carry you up to and make slow sweet passionate love to you all night and most of the day tomorrow. All you have to do is say yes.”

Gazing into Julian’s eyes, being there wrapped in his arms, Angela knew even if it was just tonight, she would never regret what she was about to say.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Grabbing her hand, Julian started to head out of the dining room and up the stairs.

*******

Julian slowly opened the door to their room. Pulling Angela inside as he closed the door behind them, he moved in close to Angela slowly. He slid one hand around her waist and lifted her chin so that he could look her in the eye. He leaned in getting just a hair’s breath away from her lips and whispered, “Wait right here for me. OK?”

Julian had sparked so much desire in her that all she could do was nod her head.

The room was pitch black; so dark that Angela could barely see her hand in front of her face. Somehow Julian had managed to make it to the bathroom without running into something which was amazing to Angela. When he turned on the dim lights in the bathroom she could see that their room had candles everywhere. Angela could not see any spot in the room that did not have candles. She watched as Julian went around the room and lit every single one of them.

“Can I help you?” she asked him.

“No, you are helping by just standing there for me and being patient,” he said continuing to light the candles.

Julian strolled across the room after lighting all the candles and stood in front of Angela.

A gust of wind sent a branch crashing against the shutter behind the window.  She squealed in fright and leapt into his arms for protection. They were frozen looking deep into each other’s eyes seeing their own desire mirrored there. She did not protest as he pressed his lips to hers.  He felt her melt in his embrace as he parted her lips with his tongue and she opened her mouth to let him into her before pulling away slightly. Julian cursed himself for losing control and taking things too fast. He was about to try to apologize but was stopped by her returning his kiss, this time not waiting for his advance.

Julian struggled out of his jacket trying to remove it without loosening his grip on Angela.  Her hands tugged desperately at his tie and the buttons of his shirt.  She wanted to feel his skin on hers and was shameless in her desire. Their kisses continued as he undressed and lowered her onto the bed. The fire light danced across the sheets. Julian drank in the vision before him as she called his name and pulled his face down to hers, hungry for his kiss. Lying beside her, his erection strained against his pants. Julian couldn’t wait any longer to see her naked. He slowly slid the zipper of her dress down.  As the zipper stopped and could travel no further, the dress fell away from Angela’s beautiful body. Angela had worn a light blue lace thong and bra set. In the darkness, her nipples and the fine hair below her hips showed through the fabric still covering her mahogany skin. She did not try to hide from him as he reached for her and traced a line from her forehead down her cheek to her lips, across her breast and belly, down her hip, thigh and all the way down to her elegant feet before turning and running back along her body.  This time he tugged the damp fabric along, pausing;  his look asking if he should continue. Angela nodded her consent.  A nervous smile danced on her lips as his hands unfastened the strapless bra and slid the thong over her hips down her leg and off the end of her feet to bare her flesh to him.  Julian was finally able to take in her breasts; full and soft, nipples erect, the soft curve of her belly, the rise of her hip and the fall into the valley of soft dark hair between her legs.

Angela’s eyes were closed; she was mesmerized by the feeling of his hands flowing up and down her body. When his caress stopped, she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her questioningly. She could feel her heart racing, her body drawn to his like a magnet.  She reached out for him and, lying on her back, pulled him on top of her. She was no longer in control, instinct and desire had taken over.

She held his face close to hers demanding his kisses. Her hands began pulling his shirt free from his body. Angela could feel his weight against her and his manhood pressing against her hip made her groan in anticipation. His hand was helping her now, the folds of his shirt brushing lightly against her skin as he removed it. As his hands followed, sweeping down her chest, she thrust her hips towards him but he stopped again, this time to remove the rest of his clothes.

A rain storm had started.  It raged around them outside, the wind howling and rain lashing at the window pane. Matching the fury between the two lovers, both naked now and clutching at their naked flesh trying to possess as much of each other as possible.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said gently as his hand firmly grasped her butt raising her toward him leaning above her. Angela couldn’t speak.  She didn’t think anything could hurt more than her longing for him and her fingers pressed deep into the flesh of his back trying to pull him down to her. Julian kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, sucking at her nipples and feeling her pleasure ripple through them both as his hand finally found the heat between her legs. She was so wet.  Julian knew she was ready for him and his erection was pulsing hard against her thigh eager to be insider her.

Julian lowered himself gently into her, watchful for any sign of her pain.  He knew that the girth of his penis was a lot for some women to take and sometimes his eight inch shaft was more than they could handle. Angela gasped once and then relaxed, grabbing his firm buttocks to push him further into her as she groaned in undisguised pleasure.

Julian moved inside her, slowly at first but then faster as she started to move her hips with his, urging him on, crying his name above the noise from the storm outside. Their mouths found each other again, kissing hard and urgently, his hand fingering her curls as they brushed against his face, then her nipples. She was panting now. Julian knew they would climax soon.  Rising above her, he kneeled between her legs and pulled her hips up onto his thighs.  She lay bare before him and he could see himself moving in and out of her. Angela’s look begged him to continue though she didn’t know what to ask for.

She knew there was more to come.  He hooked her legs behind him and pressed his hands up the length of her thick thighs before holding her hips tightly and pulling her closer to him.  She laughed in surprise and delight then gasped as his fingers flickered over the bud nestled among the small thatch of hair there. He was ready to cum and threw himself down on her, his full weight thrust into her one last time as he moaned and released into her.

They lay tangled, complete, depleted, in silence.  The storm died down outside but was still raging between them. They knew they would never forget their first date.