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Mary was a lovely woman with full hips and 40D cup breasts; she was the one that those could target with “You have such a pretty face, but you could lose a few pounds” types. A plus sized girl with “child bearing hips,” as her father once called them lovingly.

But in this day and age of the “heroin chic,” Barbie and the ultra-thin looks pressed upon the world by Hollywood standards, her “child bearing hips” had no place in the lives of men that approached women for dates; it was as if she was almost invisible to them except the few that only wanted a quick, anonymous fuck.

But that wasn’t what she was looking for.

But Mary wasn’t sloppy; she was an active person despite an arthritic knee and walked in the woods down the road from her home almost daily when the weather was nice. She’d seen the sexy joggers–both men and women–there as well, but they paid her no mind.

During one of these walks, she must have missed a change in the level of the ground as she tripped and fell.

As she went to get up, silently cursing to herself as she thought she heard laughter in the background, a hand was outstretched to help her up.

“You should watch where you walk, love. You could have broken something,” a male voice said.

Mary looked up and took the hand, her blue eyes meeting another set of blue eyes that were attached to a man with shoulder-length, blond hair.

“Thank you,” she said shyly, taking his hand as he helped her up.

“Are you sure you’re all right, love?” he asked.

“Yeah. Nothing hurts anyway. I’m a big girl; I can handle it.”

“Indeed you are. And a beautiful young woman, if you will pardon me saying so. I’m Zander. And who may you be, love?”

“Mary,” she said. Why was this man even bothering with her?

“Well, Mary,” he said, lifting her up. “I’ll just take you over to my campsite here and make sure you are all right.”

“Should you carry me? You could get a hernia.”

“Must take precautions, love.” He had no intentions of putting her down until he got to their destination.

Mary was amazed he could carry her as she had to outweigh this man by at least thirty pounds. What was he, about 5’11, 185 to 190 pounds at most?

But he carried her as if she were light as a feather, never letting her go until they reach a small site.

Zander wasn’t the typical kind of man she had dreamed about; he was just a rough-and-tumble looking man with his blond head tousled that seemed the type to be happy in sneakers, bare feet and jeans, though reasonably attractive.

She always fantasized about being with men with the flat torsos, muscular arms and tights asses she always saw or read about. But she knew they’d never want her. But Mary always thought if she could lose enough weight, that could change.

She would have never before considered being with a Zander, who was dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans with the knees ripped and sneakers. Hardly camping clothes, Mary observed, unless he was just there for the day.

When they got to the site, he gently put her down before throwing off his shoes.

“Can’t stand anything on casino siteleri my feet if I don’t have to,” he grinned at her. “Now let’s make sure you’re all right.”

“I’m sure I am,” she said as his soft hands went across the ankle she had fallen on.

He gave her a smile again, gazing at her with those eyes of his. “Looks like you are. But I’d like the company if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t think I saw you here before,” Mary observed. “I walk the paths here about every day.”

He told her he had gotten a job as an assistant professor at one of the colleges; he had just come into the area and was enjoying the day. “Camping for the day,” he added.

“Do you have family here?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Just me. My folks are in Seattle and my wife died last year.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. He must have married young, she thought; he didn’t look any older than her own age–thirty-three–maybe younger.

“Thank you. I haven’t really gone out with women since she passed, between my work and the transfer and all.” He paused for a moment. “So what about you? Surely such a lovely woman has a man in her life somewhere.”

Mary shook her head. “No, not really. I’m not exactly the type they go for.”

“Why?” he asked gently.

“Well, you got a look at me. Do the math.”

“Mary, don’t ever underestimate yourself. Please.” The last word was added with that engaging smile again and his eyes seemed to burn right through her clothes.

He then began to stroke her face gently. “You are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”

She could feel herself growing excited as he stroked her face, her nipples pressing against her bra, her own shirt seemed to tingle every inch of skin it caressed. She seemed hypnotized by those incredible blue eyes, and for the first time, she noticed his build under what he wore; strong shoulders, long legs and slim hips.

Instead of feeling frightened by this man touching her, she was growing incredibly turned on. She crossed her legs and shyly looked down. This was not the kind of man she had expected to attract.

“There’s no need to be shy with me. I won’t hurt you. You are too lovely to hurt.”

She felt the blush creeping back up her neck and onto her face. “And no embarrassment either. Stand up, love. I want a better look at you.”

“Take off your shorts.” The command was unmistakable, and she was shocked at his sudden request; even more surprised herself by following his orders, stepping out of her short and showing her entire legs.

He then came over and pulled off her top and sport bra in one sweep, baring her breasts underneath as he looked into her eyes. Mary was now naked and vulnerable in front of a practical stranger.

“My God; what a beautiful sight you are,” he said sexily.

Mary was still a little embarrassed; she tried to cover herself with her hands.

“Uh-uh…”, he shook his head at her attempt to hide herself. It wasn’t until he reached down to stroke himself that she noticed the growing bulge in his jeans. Once seen, her eyes seemed fixed there.

“Come here, love,” Zander said as slot oyna he held out his hand to her. She put her hand in his and he gently put her back to the ground.

Once there, he put a hand on one of her hips and gently reached out for her shoulder with his left hand, and with his right hand now off her hip, took her trembling left and put it on his now complete erection.

She could feel it pulsing through his pants, and it gave her a surprising feeling of power. She resolved to let him lead her.

He seemed to anticipate her response, and gently used the hand on her shoulder to lower her, so she was lying down completely on the ground.

Mary wasn’t sure what he wanted from her next, but she was growing excited at the thought of this man about to be with her.

He seemed to growl in his throat and said in a throaty whisper, “I want to make love to you so much.”

Then his hands were tracing her curves, from her feet up her legs to the hip. Then he was stroking her breasts and stomach with one hand, while his other hand was suddenly massaging her groin.

“Oh, you want to also, don’t you?” He nuzzled her neck. “You are so wet, my love.”

“Yes. It’s been so long for me since I did this.”

Then, he was reaching around and stroking her with a finger. “Let me take care of you, love.”

When his finger brushed her clit, she wriggled a bit, but his hand on her stomach held her. His slow trail from clit to hole and back was calculated to make her squirm.

She turned her head to one side and bit her tongue to keep from moaning. She wanted desperately for him to tell her what to do, something, anything she could do to make him stop teasing her.

“I know what you need,” he told her.

She raised her hips slightly in response.

“Not that yet, love.” He cupped her calf up to his face and began to trace his tongue up the inside of her leg.

When he reached the swell of her mound, he gently slid the tip of his tongue between the lips of her sex. When he slowly entered her with his tongue, he brushed her clit again and she cried out.

Then he stopped and waited for her to settle down again before he began circling her swollen bud with slow, languid movements. She lost sight of everything else as she slowly built toward ecstatic pleasure.

Just as she felt herself ready to dissolve into total bliss, she began to buck her hips unabashedly at his mouth, and he stopped and pulled away from her.

“I don’t think it’s time for that yet, love.”

Before she could completely capture her feelings, he was pulling her into a sitting position, and she saw that he had undone his pants, and his erection was exposed.

She looked at it, and saw it was thicker than that of some of the men she had been with. He leaned down and kissed her deeply.

When he pulled away, she could taste the salty musk of her own arousal, and somehow it only turned her on more.

Then he put his hand behind her head, and guided her over his throbbing penis.

“Now, my love, if you want to be allowed pleasure you must give pleasure. Show me you know how to suck cock.”

The tone canlı casino siteleri he used made her quiver with a need she didn’t recognize. She moved to lick the head.

She had done this a time or two with a couple of “fuck buddies;” this time was different though. Zander’s erection promised pleasures, and his manner assured her he would deliver them.

Somewhat less timidly, she began to use her tongue and mouth to both lick and create a suction in her mouth.

“Stroke my balls when you do that…that‘s it, love……you are so good,” he encouraged her as she slowly began moving down the length of his penis.

Soon she was stroking his testicles lovingly in her hand as she licked and sucked on his engorged cock as he began moving his hips up to meet her mouth. She was no longer the one moving.

With his hands on her head, he was fucking her mouth. Suddenly, she seemed to catch the rhythm of it and her throat began to relax.

She started to relish the feeling of his desire for her. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing the skin around it, and her wetness was beginning to seep down her thigh.

Suddenly, he pulled her head back with a near-roar of lust and pulled out of her mouth. He picked her up with one hand and lay her back.

With the other hand, he stroked his cock, aching with need, and directed it at the junction of her willingly spread thighs before he thrust into her all at once, pulling her hips to his.

When he felt her tight walls give in under his invasion, he stopped and held her to him as she cried out.

Then he laid her back and stroked her clit with his thumb while he kept himself motionless inside her.

She began to moan once again, and the surprise of his entry was replaced by lustful need.

“Please,” she moaned to him.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, my love,” he asked this as he began rubbing her with greater and greater speed.

“Oh, God, just fuck me. Please fuck me.”

She began crying out as she reached her orgasm, and her hips jumped involuntarily, trying to impel him to move inside of her.

Without a word, he began thrusting in and out of her again, with methodical pacing. When he pulled her to a sitting position again, she could feel her overwhelmed walls stretching to take him, and the friction of his body pressed against her stirred her clit again.

She began moving with him, clutching his shoulders. She was crying out in multiple orgasms as he fucked her with abandon, but he did not speak.

He only clutched her hips more tightly as he began to slam into her. The animal scent of sex was taking over the air and seemed to intoxicate them both as they fucked on the ground, both of them being neglected sexually until now.

Just when she felt another orgasm building, he clenched her ass in his hands and began to twitch inside of her as he came, sparking her own orgasm.

When both had finished, he lay her gently down, kissed her on the mouth, and stroked her body softly again.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to her.

She was now very relaxed and felt safe with him. Perhaps she had found her love in a most unlikely place.

“Stay with me,” he said to her. “I want to be with you the rest of my life.”

She married him six months later and bore him a daughter nearly a year after their memorable meeting.

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