I met Sandy at a cousin's birthday party. She was a friend of a friend or something - I didn't know who she was, but I'd been noticing her all night. She's a super sexy BBW, long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and unlike most larger women she seemed completely comfortable in her body. She was wearing a blue blouse which showed tons of cleavage, and a short black skirt, with black stockings and heels underneath. Like I said, comfortable in her body, and happy to be sexy. I never figured out how old she was, but a little older than me. 35-40, at a guess.
As the night progressed, the cake was eaten, presents opened, and the younger k**s and their parents went home. A few friends and f****y stayed, drinking, talking, and having a good time. Someone suggested that, since it was my cousin's 18th birthday, he deserved a little adult fun, and a couple women started playing, giving him pole dances and pretending to strip for him. Sandy was one of them, and I watched with fascination and lust as she danced, bent over in front of him (black lace thong!), and rubbed her ample cleavage on his lap and face. Eventually the fun was over and people moved on to other things.
I went over to Sandy, offering her a drink. "You moved like a pro on that pole. I was enjoying the show quite a bit. Want to give me a private dance?" She blushed beet red, but she also smiled and moved a little closer. She looked around, noticing that we were alone and not missed, and closed the door, locking it.
"There, now we can really be private," she said with a wink. "I used to be a professional dancer when I was younger. I didn't realize it was that obvious. And I didn't think anybody would really be looking that close at me anyway, with all these skinny young women walking around half lit."
I looked at her, admiring her curves, her soft white breasts, and thinking about what might happen int hat room. "Sandy, you're more of a woman than all the rest of them put together. I love your curves, and the way you move them!"
"We'll see about that, big man." She took my hand and led me to the chair next to the pole, sitting me down and standing over me. "You know the rules, right? Hands off, no matter what I do. If you can't behave, I stop." I nodded. "Good! Now we'll see if you really enjoy this as much as you say. It should be pretty obvious, I imagine." She started dancing in front of me, as she'd done earlier, rubbing her ass in my lap, squeezing her breasts together and pushing them into my face, and quickly and easily getting an erection started in my jeans.
"That's a promising start," she said with a wink. As she rubbed against me, she began unbuttoning her blouse and letting her skirt ride up until I could see that she was also wearing a black lace garter. As she bent over and rubbed herself against me, her lace thong was pulled tight over her thick juicy pussy lips and I could see she was enjoying this as well. She turned around and straddled my lap, rubbing her crotch against mine as she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing a black lace bra that barely contained her massive breasts and clearly exposed her large dark aureolas.
"You are even sexier than I imagined, Sandy! You've got me so hard. I wish I could touch you." I stared longingly at her breasts, and ground my crotch against hers.
"I never said you couldn't touch me! I just said no hands." She lifted her skirt around her waist, and I could see that she'd worn her panties over her garter. This was a woman who planned on getting laid, and knew how to do it! She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then stood in front of me, letting it fall to the floor. As she straddled me again, she reached down and ran her hand over my bulging jeans. "I'll take that as a compliment, and proof that you were telling the truth earlier!"
Thinking about what she'd said about no hands, I leaned in and kissed her, first her lips, then her neck, and slowly down to her cleavage. As I kissed, I tried to push the bra aside, eventually succeeding in exposing first one and then both nipples. I sucked and kissed greedily, loving the way the felt in my mouth, so large and hard. Her head was back, long blonde hair flowing down her back as she rubbed herself against me, her hand between us. After a few minutes, she stood up and knelt in front of me, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I was wearing fairly loose boxers that night, and as soon as the jeans were unzipped my cock popped out through the flap, almost hitting her in the face.
"Oh, wow! Hello! I didn't mean to pull you out quite so quickly, but I'm happy to see you!" She kissed the tip softly, and then reached around to her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall between us. As she exposed her breasts, she raised herself slightly and pressed them to either side of my shaft. Her hands ran to the waist of my jeans, and started pulling them down, along with my boxers, until I was sitting there in nothing but a t-shirt and a smile. Sandy stood up and turned around, bending and rubbing herself against me again, this time letting the head of my cock explore her lace-covered slit. As she stood over me, with her back to me, she reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself, until the lace was sopping wet and buried deep between two thick lips. She rubber her wet lips up and down my shaft, the lace preventing me from penetrating deeply that way I was aching to do.
She turned and sat on my lap again, softly rubbing her slit up and down my shaft as she looked into my eyes. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want." Then she kissed me, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, lust in every motion, every breath.
"I want you to take that thong off and take me deep inside you, Sandy," I finally managed to breathe between kisses. She shook her head and kissed my neck, mumbling something about not being good enough. My cock was aching, desperate to feel her surrounding me, loving what warmth and wetness she was sharing already. "Oh fuck, Sandy! I want to fuck you hard and fast and deep, and I want you NOW!"
Sandy reached down and pulled her thong aside. "That's what I was waiting for, honey!" With that, she pressed her pussy against the head of my cock and took me in one easy stroke, grinding herself against me as though eager to get every last millimeter of cock she could. As she rode me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, breathing heavier and heavier and getting completely lost in the moment as her soft body pressed against mine, her huge tits on my chest.
In what felt like an instant, I couldn't control myself any longer, and I began moaning loudly, shouting "Oh God, Sandy, I'm about to cum!" She just rode me harder, and pulled my shirt up to kiss my bare chest. I exploded deep inside her, and felt her expert pussy milking every drop out of me, slowing as my orgasm ended, knowing exactly how to move to tread the fine line between pleasure and pain.
I looked at sandy with obvious apology in my eyes, sorry I hadn't lasted longer for her. "It's okay, honey," she said. "I think it's a huge compliment. I've never made a man cum that fast. I guess you really do like my body, don't you?"
I do, and I have rarely had such an incredibly sensual, orgasmic experience. Sandy is definitely one of a kind, and I cannot wait to see her again. Maybe next time she'll let me touch her!