C,A Ch. 03

Ch. 03 – Big Beautiful Surprise

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If you haven’t read any of my other stories, this is a series. I write both the non-fiction and fiction stories in this mostly in order and put them together chronologically on here. There’s a lot of benefit to reading them in order which is why I post them in order. Some things may be confusing, lacking detail, and/or flat out not make sense if you haven’t read the previous stories.

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It was a cool day and the dogs needed exercise. It had rained almost every day that week so our two Great Danes, King and Ariel, hadn’t had their regular walks and were overflowing with energy. We woke up early that Saturday and decided to beat the rush at the dog park. Cracking the gate just before 9am, the dogs pushed past me and tore around the empty 3-acre park like they were trying to run down a deer. Galloping throughout, jumping, playing, they were happy as can be. We ventured to the picnic table in the middle of the park and sat down to watch the show.

We got there just in time. One by one, the park began to fill with a wide variety of people and dogs. An hour later, the parking lot was full and it was standing room only throughout the park. Thankfully the dogs had most of their energy out by the time it got too crowded as two high energy 140lb+ puppies tended to frighten even the most experienced dog owning stranger. Talking with the other owners, we lost track of our dogs amidst the chaos of sniffing butts, wiggling tails, and ‘one time my dog ate’ conversations. Andrea raises off the bench with concern in her eyes.

“Chuck, where’s our dogs?”

I stood up and spotted them across the park, bouncing around a lone woman off in the distance. Fearing they were scaring her, I jogged over as my calls for them fell on deaf ears.

“I hope they aren’t bothering you!”

“Oh my god, no! I love King and Ariel!”

Her words flipped my stomach. ‘How did this random woman know my dogs names?’ She didn’t look familiar, but the dogs seemed to love her.

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

“No, but I know your dogs!”

Turns out, Stacy is a tech at our vet’s office. While we have never met, she had cared for our dogs every time we boarded them for vacation. She knew them nearly the full two years we had them. Just as we got past the awkwardness, I felt Andrea come up behind me. Stacy introduced herself and re-hashed her relationship to our family. As we talked her cute little Schnauzer mix ran up and starts barking and growling at our dogs, ultimately chasing them off. Stacy scooped up Rocko, immediately calming him down.

“Sorry, he’s a rescue and hates big dogs. I’m trying to get him more socialized.”

We chatted a bit more and after noting our dogs were now laying down together in the shade, decided it was time to go.

“Ya know, she was kinda cute.”

Andrea’s comment caught me off guard as I really hadn’t thought about it. She was right though. Stacy looked to be early-30’s, my age or a bit older, pale, with long blonde hair that curled at the ends, and big bright blue eyes. She was average height, pretty, though a bit on the hefty side — big butt, big boobs, and a bit of a belly. She had a nice smile and bubbly personality, but not exactly what we considered ‘our type.’ Beyond her size, she was plain looking; no makeup, black sweat pants, blue bombers jacket, and grey t-shirt underneath. It looked like she rolled out of bed and came straight to the dog park. Of course, that’s exactly what we had done, so who am I to judge?

The next morning the dogs were rambunctious again, so we ventured back to the dog park. Getting there later, the place was already about half full. Making our way over to the picnic table, we noticed it already full of people staking claim to a seat, one of them being Stacy, so we decided to hang out and chat. Once again, she looked like she just rolled out of bed. We greeted each other and made small talk as our dogs roamed and stiffed independently. Rocko was first to come over, happy as can be. He jumped on us and once Stacy calmed him a bit, we all rewarded him with pats on the head and neck scratches as he sniffed everyone at the table.

Our dogs, jealous anyone else could get our affection, pranced over and were again turned back by Rocko’s vicious posturing. Stacy picked him up, put him on the table, and our dogs quickly lost interest, trotting off to play chase with some of the more friendly canines.

“It’s so hard with all these other dogs. He’s good for a minute, but with all the dogs he starts acting up. I wish I could introduce him to bigger dogs in a more controlled environment”, Stacy lamented.

She went on to say she had a nice-sized fenced yard, but didn’t know anyone with big friendly dogs. Upon further discussion, I volunteered bring our dogs for a play date at her house. We decided on the following Saturday and would only bring Ariel, as she was the less dominant, and Çekmeköy Escort slightly calmer than King. We exchanged numbers and the plans were set. The next weekend we pulled into Stacy’s gravel driveway and sent her a text telling her we arrived. Stacy greeted us at the front door in a big pair of grey sweat pants and a skin tight ‘wife beater’ tank top, showing about a mile of cleavage. She told us to meet her around back so we could give Ariel a little time to calm down before introducing Rocko. I couldn’t help but comment as we opened the gate to her back yard.

“I didn’t see it before, but she definitely is cute… especially in that tank.”

Andrea just rolled her eyes as she gave me a playful slap. A couple of minutes later, Stacy emerges from the sliding glass doors her massive chest now mostly covered by her puffy blue jacket. She directed us to her patio table and I snuck a peak of her huge round ass while she grabbed the hose to fill a bowl for the dogs. The more I looked at her, the more attractive she became. She was definitely plain and bigger, but naturally pretty. Her cheeks were flush and rosy from the cool air, and her body was very well proportioned for her size. She did not look sloppy, rather thick and firm looking all over. Despite the cool weather clothing, we could see her jiggling in all the right spots as she moved around us to sit down to sit at the table.

It took at least a half hour before Rocko stopped going berserk behind the glass doors, finally laying down and just watching. Ariel approached a few times out of curiosity and when Rocko stopped responding negatively, Stacy brought him outside. It was touch and go for another half hour, but ultimately the play date was a success with Rocko finally calming down and Ariel basically ignoring him. We chatted as much about pets as you possibly could, got the inside scoop on the office drama at the vet clinic, and watched as our dogs become acclimated.

“What a success! Would you guys mind doing this again?”

Off and on over the next couple months, we had doggie play dates at Stacy’s house, becoming causal friends. All three dogs got along very well and we were all happy to break Rocko of his fears. Eventually, the doggie play dates faded away and we lost touch. Almost a year after that first encounter at the dog park, I went to the vet’s office to pick up the dogs after a vacation. Stacy brought them from the back and we chatted a bit.

“Hi Chuck, it’s been a while. You and Andrea should come over this weekend to catch up. You can bring the dogs if you want and I can make you guys’ dinner.”

The following Saturday afternoon, we pulled into Stacy’s driveway and immediately made our way to the back as we always did, only announcing our presence with a quick text. Rocko bolted out the back door and all three dogs romped around the yard and we could hear Stacy inside, “who wants wine?”

She emerged from the sliding glass doors juggling three wine glasses and an open bottle of Merlot, looking much different than we had ever seen her. Her golden blonde hair was more curly than usual. The long flowing locks were tighter and more defined. She had a light amount of makeup on; a little bit of eyeshadow and a light coat of pale red gloss coating her plump lips. Gone were the standard comfy sweats and baggy clothes we were accustomed to as well. In their place was a skin tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves perfectly and a small baby blue t-shirt that struggled to contain her enormous tits. She had a little bit of an exposed midriff as she stepped over to fill our glasses. Nothing hanging over her pants, just a shapely alabaster colored bit of belly showing. I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Damn girl, you lookin’ HOT!”

Andrea’s gaze was mirroring mine as we took in Stacy’s new look.

“I’ve been dieting like crazy the last couple of months and am FINALLY under 200lbs!”

I would have never guessed she was that heavy. After mentioning it, I could definitely tell she had lost some weight, mostly in her face and arms, but if I had to guess I’d say she was more in the 170 range verses her claimed 197lbs. She carried the weight very well and she really did look good; thick and sexy. She was still a big girl, but her wide hips and thick thighs were nicely proportioned to her perfectly round, giant booty. Her waist narrowed up nicely to her volley ball sized tits. She looked athletic and strong, like some of those gorgeous plus-sized models. I always found her somewhat attractive, but today, she looked incredibly hot.

Stacy told us she had gotten up over 230lbs and was very depressed. She crash-dieted and dropped a lot of weight fast, but as it started coming back, she began eating right and counting calories, slowly dropping a couple of pounds each week. Oddly enough, she said we were partially responsible for her weight loss.

“If I’m ever going to find someone, I have to be confident. I had given up for so long, Escort Çekmeköy it feels good to get myself back.”

She noted that me being a big guy and Andrea being so beautiful and tiny made her realize that she didn’t need to be perfect, she just needed to be happy. It felt pretty good knowing our relationship inspired someone like that. We continued chatting over the last of the bottle as the sun set and the air began to cool.

“Let’s go inside, I’ll make us dinner.”

It took less than a half hour for her to whip up a delicious salmon dinner with garlic green beans and squash with carrots. Stacy popped a bottle of white wine for dinner and we barely spoke a word around her little kitchen table as we ate. She could really cook!

“Ok, you made dinner, I got the dishes,” I proposed.

After a little back and forth with Stacy, she relented and the girls moved into the living room after refilling their wine glasses. I wrapped up the dishes, poured the rest of the bottle into my glass and met with the girls in the other room. They were cozied up on the couch, turned sideways into each other and getting a little giggly. I noticed their body language had shifted a bit. Stacy played with her hair and smiled big as Andrea touched her leg in a flirty manner. I liked where this seemed to be heading. I plopped down on the edge of the recliner next to the couch and inserted myself into the conversation, noting I was feeling a little tipsy.

“Oh my god, me too! It’s been forever since I’ve drank anything and I’m feeling it! I hope I don’t do anything stupid,” Stacy mused.

Andrea retorted, “we’re always down to make bad decisions!”

We laughed and fell into an uncomfortable silence. Stacy broke the tension.

“Can I admit something to you guys?”

Andrea smirks as we both lean in, practically knowing exactly what she was going to say. We didn’t recognize it at the time, but looking back now this is a common experience for us. Andrea gets flirty with a girl, the girl starts getting thoughts, and while most of them never say anything… every once in a while, one starts wondering out loud. This probably wasn’t the first time this happened to us, but it was definitely the first time it went anywhere.

“You two are amazing. Andrea, you’re so beautiful and petite. Chuck, a big hilarious teddy bear. You are a really cute couple,” she says as she begins blushing heavily. “And… um… hot. Oh my god… you guys are just great.”

Before she could go any further, Andrea chimes in to steer the conversation away from an awkward hole, “Stacy, you’re awesome too. I’m really proud of you and how good you’re looking.”

“You’re too nice,” Stacy said as her voice began to pick up pace. “I just feel like I’ve been in a rut and have been lonely a long time. I feel like I’m on track, but I don’t know how to break free. Like, if I do meet someone, what’s that going to be like? How will I know how to act? It’s been so long… Who even initiates the first kiss these days?!”

Andrea immediately leans in, grabs Stacy’s face, and plants a big kiss on her pouty lips. Her eyes were as big as saucers as Andrea released her grip.

“See, that was easy! Don’t worry about it. The guy will just do it!”

Stacy’s face turned beet red, her jaw dropped, and her eyes held wide. Stunned, she noticeably squirmed, “I’ve never kissed another girl before.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry. I just kinda thought it’d be fun. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You’re lucky she didn’t slip you the tongue” I quipped.

Andrea smiled and almost laughed, but Stacy remained stoic as the color faded from her face.

“It’s ok, I just wasn’t ready. It’s been so long since I’ve even kissed anyone and now, I just kissed a girl for the first time,” she quietly blushed.

Stacy appeared uneasy and another awkward silence fell on the room.

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Chuck, maybe it’s time we…”

Before Andrea could finish her thought, Stacy reached up and turned Andrea’s chin towards her, giving her a quick soft kiss on the lips. She sits back with a little smile, face still beat red, “it felt really nice.”

Andrea smiled, complimented her ‘juicy lips’ and reached for her empty wine glass. Sensing my presence wasn’t helping anyone, I stood up grabbed all of our wine glasses, “White or red, ladies?”

“I’m tipsy enough, can I just get a bottle of water?” Andrea asked.

Stacy perked up with a bit of a chuckle, “any more wine and I’m definitely gonna make some bad decisions, I’ll take a water too. If you want another glass, feel free to open a bottle or there might be a beer or two buried in there.”

I dug around her meal prepped fridge for a minute, finally uncovering a sad, lonely Blue Moon on its side in the back. I grabbed a couple of waters and returned to find the girls whispering in the living room. They were still mirroring each other, knees up on the couch, leaning sideways Çekmeköy Escort Bayan against the back with a bit of nervous flirty energy.

Extending my hand with the two water bottles, I couldn’t help but tease their situation. “Did you two kiss again? You’re looking at each other like you’re standing at the door after your first date.”

Andrea sighed, “I don’t think Stacy wants to kiss me again.”

“Well… I didn’t say all that.”

As I sat down and brought the bottle to my lips, Andrea moved in closer. Stacy bit her bottom lip as her eyes bounced between Andrea’s eyes and lips, continuing to close the distance. Time was standing still. What seemed like minutes was maybe two seconds, as the two got closer… and closer… hands to faces pulling them in closer… and closer… then finally meeting together with another soft kiss.

Time was broken. Not moving at all. Soft lip kisses, hands holding each other’s faces. The pace slowly built as Andrea began probing with her tongue, taking control over the situation. She opened her mouth wider, licking deeply as Stacy’s tongue began fighting its way out. Breathing intensified and Andrea sat up, pushing Stacy back onto arm of the couch. Andrea laid on top of her, propping herself up with one arm, kneeling over her legs. Stacy held onto Andrea’s hips as they kissed passionately. I sipped my beer, enjoying the show as Andrea’s jeans separated from her shirt while she stretched to meet Stacy’s lips, exposing her cute back dimples and the top of her dark green thong.

It was very hot. I have never seen Andrea take control like she was. In all of our previous experiences, she was seduced by more experienced and aggressive women. This time however, she was leading the dance.

Stacy remained still, only moving her head to accommodate Andrea’s mouth, hands still locked onto her hips. Andrea pressed against her, clamping a hand hard onto her soft supple chest through her shirt. She squeezed and pulled, then slid her hand down to Stacy’s now exposed belly. She tickled lightly around the top of her pants and slowly moved her hand up under her shirt. I felt the swell in my pants as Andrea’s hand massaged Stacy’s massive tits, bunching her bra up under her shirt. Her arm pushed her shirt up just enough so I could see a little underboob while she moved and groped. Stacy began pulling Andrea in tighter, sliding her hands up from her hips and under the sides of Andrea’s shirt to her ribs.

There was a pause in the action as we could hear a dog whining and pawing at the back door. I got up to let King out and the girls sat back up; Stacy was flush as she reached inside her shirt to reposition her bra. Andrea was standing up as I walked into the kitchen and I could hear her say, “should we get more comfortable?”

Andrea pulled Stacy by the hand down the hallway to her open bedroom. I made a pit stop in the living room to finish my barely cold beer, joining them in the room. Walking through the door, I could see that Andrea was again in control. She was pulling her shirt off while straddling Stacy’s leg, who was flat on the bed. She bent to kiss her, running both hands up her shirt and again, pushing Stacy’s bra up and exposing the bottom of her tits. I pulled my shirt off at the end of the bed, watching Andrea grope Stacy’s huge chest and while kissing her passionately.

I was drooling through my boxers as I reached over to unhook Andrea’s bra, helping slide it off, tossing it on the floor. Stacy’s hands moved all the way up her back as if the bra strap had been the only thing holding her back the whole time. Andrea pulled back slightly to begin working Stacy’s shirt up past her chest, unleashing her impressive chest. Stacy’s breasts jiggled and fell slightly to the sides as Andrea pulled the shirt over her head. With her big bra stretched precariously up to her neck, Stacy propped herself up to reach back and unclip her bra, pulling it to the side and letting it drop to the floor.

The two women were quite the contrast. Andrea, petite, handful sized tits, big dark nipples like a stack of dimes and silky-smooth olive skin. Stacy’s fair skin almost glowed as the light from the hallway shone across their bodies. Her massive chest flowed and swayed with every movement as Andrea’s hands struggled to take control of them.

Andrea moved from her mouth, down her neck, then used two hands to isolate one of Stacy’s big soft bosom. She kissed around her pale, almost non-existent areola, focusing in on her little pink, inverted nipple. Stacy’s eyes rolled back, her head turned away, and her hands ran through Andrea’s hair as my wife flicked her tongue and nibbled lightly. Getting ahead of myself, I got naked and knelt on the bed stroking my thick shaft with one hand, while massaging Andrea’s crotch and ass with the other. I watched as Stacy’s nipple hardened and took shape each time Andrea’s mouth broke free.

“Woah Chuck, this is all moving a little fast.”

Stacy noticed me fully exposed next to them.

“If you’re worried about him fucking you… don’t. We have rules. Strip club rules. He can’t use his mouth, he can’t touch your pussy, and you can’t touch his dick either. He can play or he can just watch, whatever makes you more comfortable.”