Discovering Andi Ch. 01

Slowly I pulled tight the cords that cinched up the cloth corset, black in the herring bone style. It squeezed my thick middle together making it hard to breath. But as I tried to tie it in back I couldn't help but notice how pronounced it made my heavy breasts. They have always been an asset but now it was like they were on a platter waiting to be served. Turning to the side I finally got a decent bow to hold in the laces and I stood there for a moment to admire how it made me look in the full length mirror. My tummy was flattened, my boobs jutted out over the top, the cloth of the blouse the only thing restraining the avalanche that was my bosom. 'God, my butt looks huge in this' I thought to myself. "Well, hopefully the skirt will cover it." I said to the empty Attic room. "Go as a Pirate Maiden." my voice hi pitched, mocking Chrissie who told me about the Halloween party last week. 'Why couldn't I just dress as me' I thought. But here I was in my grandma's old attic in great-grandma's trunk. I had cut the bussle off the skirt and cut it and the petticoats short to mid-thigh and now it flared out. Stepping in I pulled it over my rump and fastened it. My butt still looked big but now you just thought it was the cloths. "Great! It does make my butt look fat." Looking in the mirror again though I didn't look bad at all. Black hosiery would finish it off and Oui-la. Looking at my watch, I realized I was already late and grabbed the hose and shoes and headed out.

Chrissie met me on the street outside the house were the party was. "Chrissie, this is a Frat house!" I said shocked, college was a long time ago for me.

"Don't worry," she slurred, oh God she was already drunk, "It's a mixed crowd. A few of these guys were interns during the summer, so we know some of them and there's people from the office besides us."

"Great, young people I don't know and people from work that ignore us." I said but Chrissie was dragging me along and didn't hear me. The place was filled with people, college kids, and young professionals near their thirties. I swear I saw a professor...or it was somebody's dad. My outfit was warm in this crowd of people. Someone took my hat, which really I didn't mind and I gave up on the play sword and left it in the car. So I just kind of looked like a serving wench. Drink in hand we mingled until I lost Chrissie. My butt was felt up and every guy and a few girls ogled my chest and GOD it was hot. Finding a basement door I heard music down there and figured it had to be cooler than upstairs, so gingerly in high heels I stepped into the dim basement to find a less crowded party but just as lively. Couples were in corners rubbing against each other and kissing and I could smell the pot that was being passed. A contact buzz was definitely a possibility.

Leaning against the homemade bar I got refilled on my rum with just a splash of coke.

"Well hello" came a deep voice next to me as I rubbed my temples. Opening and looking I saw a face in the haze. Bronzed skin and a thin beard came to focus deep set eyes and hair near black. I knew that face it was familiar.

"Steve? Accounts payable" I guessed.

He smiled easily, "Warehouse manager", he corrected "but close enough. A serving wench next to a bar." He pointed out. "Appropriate".

"I'm supposed to be a pirate queen. Someone took my hat" I said as a meek excuse. Steve was dressed from work; white shirt, sleeves rolled up, no tie. "No costume?" I tried to accuse.

He just chuckled "It's enough to be me" he said confidently.

And he was, God the man radiated confidence, quiet steadfast assurance that he knew who he was and what his place was in the universe. 'Why was he just warehouse manager' I thought. Suddenly I felt nervous, small next to this man who kept his attention right at my eyes. My overflowing cleavage inches below my face and he stared into my soul instead.

"You look hot in here. Let me take you somewhere else." Steve said and held out his hand waiting for mine before I could answer. I didn't resist. Hell, I didn't even answer. I just gave him my hand and let him lead away.

We left my car behind. It wasn't even a question. He led me to his, opened the door for me and shut it. As we drove he talked to me about work and how he noticed me at the monthly meetings. He said he found my reports boring but my voice intoxicating.

"Really?" I sputtered wide eyed.

Steve smiled. "Andi, I swear you have the voice of an angel or a sultry a succubus, I haven't decided." His smile was so disarming. I couldn't help but smile back at everything he said. In the confines off the car I could smell him. His odor was of work and cardboard mixed with old school Old Spice. He smelt of a man, not a guy, not a boy, not some kid trying to impress you with his lies to get into your pants. I found myself leaning towards him as he talked. I felt comfortable and safe in his presence. And he kept talking about me. God was this a dream? Steve from Warehouse liked ME. Taking a turn he slammed the shifter from overdrive down to 4th his hand brushing and staying for a bit at my stocking covered knee.

"Sorry" he smiled wryly, telling me it wasn't accidental.

"Mm, it's OK." My face down but eyes meeting his, coyly hoping to convey that any advance was welcomed.

"Where are we going?" I finally thought to ask.

"I'm taking you home" He answered with eyes on the road.

"Well that's a bit forward." I twirled my hair hoping he caught on that so far it was OK with me.

"Your home." He answered my poorly faked outrage.

"But... you don't have to." GOD I'm blowing it. He's just taking the poor stoned girl home. I berated myself. "It's good getting to know you Steve. I like talking to you."

"I do too." He gave me that smile again. I swear my knees got weak. "OK, I know a place.

He drove us for fifteen more minutes, then crisscrossing the side of a ridge until he parked the car in the gravel near a guard rail. He opened the door for me again and we stood looking down on the city and the free way below.

"You come here a lot?" I asked to keep the moment going.

He nodded and moved closer to me. "It helps me think, clears my mind from the day. Sorry it's so cold. I don't have a jacket." Then he hugged me. His muscled arms reached around me and pulled me to his body. I truly smelled his scent now, the side of my face pushed into his chest. His abdomen was so warm against mine. Slowly I looked up at him, his deep brown eyes and like before he stared back at me. Gently he took my chin and lifted my face higher and slowly pressed his lips to mine. His arms held tighter and I could feel his cock just below the corset. He wasn't hard but it was still big, I felt it pulse though as our kiss continued. I pressed closer. I wanted to feel it grow against me, to know I was causing that. That I filled him with lust and desire. I opened my lips asking for more and he responded. His tongue snaked into my mouth, exploring and dancing with my own. I could feel his strong hands slide down the corset as he tried to find my plump bottom in all that material. He pushed his hand into the waistband, by-passing the cloth folds and going for the source. His big rough hand squeezed my bare butt. My panties lay in a heap with my other clothes in the backseat of my car. I didn't care. I moaned into his mouth giving him leave to continue and he did. Steve's fingers slide into the crack of my ass, molding and massaging my sweet butt cheek. I felt his cock now. It pressed into me as we held each other so tight. I had to feel it. My hand slide down his chest and squeezed between our bodies. I found the outline of his trouser snake and ran my fingers along the material covering it. 'God, the man was hung'. I thought in my lust.

Steve broke our kiss and held my face in both of his hands. "Do you want it?" He simply asked me.

I was dumbstruck for a moment; no man had ever asked if I wanted it. "Yesss" I replied.

"Careful for what you ask for." His eyes said seriously. "There may be no turning back." He cautioned.

"I want you... please" Oh god I said please. I'm just a slut now. My guilt smacked inside my head.

"As you wish" He responded and pushed me into the side of his car. He grabbed a leg and I straddled it around him. There, on the side of the roadway, I was wrapped around him like a bitch in heat and didn't care. He pressed into me and we locked our lips again. His hands expertly unfastened his trousers as if he was just going to piss. My hands grabbed for it and I felt that hot rod in both my fists. It was 9 inches easy, fat and hard and OH GOD IT THROBBED. He pushed up the petticoats and skirt and found my unpantied slit. His thick fingers ran up and down my opening, running the length and swirling in my thick pubic hair. Slowly he brought them to his lips and licked 2 fingers then just as slowly down to find my wanting slot. He kissed me hard as those digits slid into my pussy. I moaned into his mouth and my hands squeezed his hot dick. He fingered me slowly, enjoying the way my cunt responded of its own, gripping his fingers, clenching them to try and hold them inside. I began to jerk him with one hand, the other I helped hold up my skirts. He finger fucked me till I got weak in the knees and cried out from our kiss.

"Turn around" he commanded in a husky voice. He helped twirl me half a turn till I was bent over the hood of the car, the windshield to my right I could feel cool air on my pussy and ass as he held up the skirt and shoved his thick cock head into my pussy lips and then pressing them apart to plunge into my waiting hole. I was so wet he slipped right in with that fat member and I couldn't help but cry out. A loud moan filled the night air as this man took me in the dark but open roadside. I could feel him shove slowly but deep within me until...until. 'Oh GOD, he bottomed out' my mind shouted. This man's hard cock was as deep as I could take and slowly but firmly he began to fuck me. His fingers holding my waist as he worked his beautiful fat dick into my needy pussy. I moaned louder and deeper. My voice usually silent during sex but I couldn't help it as my body was filled with this man meat. In and out he drove me bringing me to the near brink then he stopped. I felt his hands massage my ass again. His cock motionless inside me I moved my hips trying to make it go again. "Mm MM, don't stop" I pleaded, looking back at him.

"We need privacy to do this right my sweet." He said with control.

I couldn't believe this. He had me. I was putty "Fuck me please."

"Get in the car" he said calmly "and I'll fuck you all night."

It took a moment

But I raced for the door.

Steve lived just minutes away and when he finally shut the front door of his house he took my hand and started up the wood staircase. I followed, biting my lip, inpatient for what he had in store for me. Finally in the bedroom he took me in his arms and I reached up and wrapped mine around his neck. His strong hands caught the waistband of my skirt and he shoved it down my thighs till it puddled on the floor. Now his hands roamed my ass freely, squeezing and rubbing and finally slapping my cheek.

"Owww" I pouted up at him.

"You don't like that?" Steve's eyes pierced into me and I stammered.

"Well, it hurt a little." I looked down from his gaze, casting my eyes to the floor. Again that night he lifted my chin, making me look at him.

"Your body is beautiful and I want it all." He said with all seriousness.

"I know and I want you to have it." I responded.

He gave me his smile and pulled me to him again. "I promised all night." Steve dropped his pants and lifting me up, he moved us to the bed, his body covering mine and my legs wrapping around him. His cock was still hard and without ceremony he shoved his member inside me. Like a bull, he began to brutally pound me, his hips driving into me, shoving me into the mattress. Once I caught the breath he had shoved out of me with his pile driver stroke I arched my back, threw back my head and howled my pleasure. He took that opportunity to rip my blouse apart and expose my soft billowy breasts. His mouth devoured my tit-flesh and suckled my deep rose colored nipples. I had never had a man take me like this, so hungrily and all I could do was hang on tight. My orgasm was so intense I clenched to his body and bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. My stomach was heaving, my pussy clenching, gripping his meat, I panted in short breaths as I still clung to his body. I felt his arms slide down and between my thighs; gently he pushed my knees back till they nearly touched my breasts. And again he started pounding and growling over top of me. I had had my cum and now he would have his. My arms released him and my hands pushed on his hard chest. I was moaning and then grunting every time our pubic bones collided. His cock began to swell I could feel it grow inside me and then he filled me. I felt his eruption on the back walls of my womb. Steve didn't roll off or collapse uncomfortably on top of me, instead his arms scooped under me and he held me tight with his cock still in me. Gently he kissed my face then my lips.

"Your body is so lush." He said to me as his hand and eyes wandered what wasn't covered by him. I reached up to caress his face. I had never seen a man so into me, as if he gave me every ounce of his attention. Slowly he finally rolled off but now on our sides he still held me.

Playfully I looked to him, "You said 'All night'." He gave me his wicked smile and pulled himself up till his cock was more available to my mouth.

"If the lady would give me a hand?"

It was near noon and Steve came down to find me making pancakes and eggs while just wearing his shirt.

"I had flour?" he asked comically.

"Mmhmm" I smiled at him.

"I don't remember saying you could wear my shirt though." He walked towards me.

"Well, you ripped mine to shreds." From below the cupboard he came up with an apron and held it out. I couldn't believe he was serious but he looked serious. I began to protest but thought better of it.

"OK" and I began to change, "but if I get burned..."

"I will kiss it better, I swear" He said smoothly and I believed he would.

"I'll need something to wear home, Steve." as I stood naked but an apron and spatula.

"About that," he began. "Stay with me for the weekend."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Really?"

He moved closer to me and took my hands as if dancing "I'm just getting to know you, don't put a pause on that." My God, I'd never had a man talk to me like this. He said every word with sincerity and depth, how could I refuse?

Steve gave me a flannel plaid shirt; he was very protective of his work shirts it seemed, and drove me to my car. As I climbed in my Honda he handed me a list.

"This is what you will need. I am already planning special things for you." He gave a wry smile.

"Ohh kay, I said slowly taking the list.

Evening gown (modest but elegant)

Casual wear for walking

Shoes for both. And so on. 'Wow' I thought 'he could have just told me we were going to dinner.

He reached in the window and caressed my cheek, "Be back in two hours, Andi"

I smiled at him, "I can't wait" and drove off.

I showered, patted, powdered, and perfumed. I found some jeans and a sweater and then looked for a dress. 'Hmm, elegant but modest.' I repeated the instructions in my head. "Oh the dress I wore to nana's funeral." I said out loud. Holding it up, I inspected it; pure black, sleeveless, round high neckline, very simple but with pearls and earrings it would be a wonderful backdrop to... me. I couldn't help smile and be giddy. I was going to dinner with an awesome man that looked at me with such hunger and held me with so much desire, it was intoxicating. I put my auburn hair up and pinned the bun with black chopsticks. Very inventive I thought. Stuffing the rest in an overnight bag I was out the door.

I arrived at Steve's just under the two hour mark and took my bag inside. Slowly he came down the stairs in a wonderful charcoal gray suit that fit him so perfectly and a lavender tie for color, God he looked gorgeous.

He smiled at me and started circling. "Well, let's have a look at you."

I began to twirl. "No no, you stand still, look straight ahead." He corrected.

It seemed odd but I complied. Steve moved slowly around me. I felt his hand smooth a wrinkle on my back and then he finally stood before me.

"I said nothing about jewelry." He said resting his elbow in his other hand and then stroking his chin. "Take them off."

"But they look wonderful." I protested.

"They do indeed," he agreed. "But it is not what I instructed. Now would you like to argue about it all night or do you wish to go to dinner?"

My mouth dropped open and I stood there for a moment looking at him but he didn't move and he made no further remark. I gave in and pulled the pearl earrings off and unclasped the beads from my neck. He held out his hand to accept them and then placed them on the mantle. He then held out his elbow for me and out the door we went.

Steve took us to the Highland Garden Cafe; a beautiful restaurant overlooking the valley with plants and fresh potted herbs hanging from everywhere. When we were seated Steve pulled my chair out for me and then whispered in my ear how perfect I looked. I smiled and sat up taller at his praise. Steve ordered for the both of us, which people don't really do anymore but it was sweet and old fashioned and I loved it. The evening was perfect and we even danced to a few slow songs. On the way home we talked.

"Andi," He started, "I think by now you have noticed I like things a certain way. I like them my way." He looked over at me as he drove. "I don't think the things I ask are too much. Dress in the manner that I ask, which you look wonderful" he praised. "Be courteous and respectful, which after all is just being a good person." I nodded at his explanation. 'Steve was just old fashioned' I thought. "So far it's going well isn't it?" he finally asked.

"Yes," I answered. "I had a wonderful evening Steve. I do love being with you."

He gave me that beautiful disarming smile of his. "Good, I'm glad." Then he took my hand in his and kissed it.

We made love in the living room in front of the fire. He always knows what romantic buttons to push and this was perfect. We lay there naked on our sides embracing each other and Steve was rubbing my bottom and quickly but not hard he gave it a smack and then rubbed again. I looked at him, not liking that but he stared me down, still rubbing my butt. Then he smacked it again a little harder. I was going to protest but he pressed a finger to my lips to shush me and kept rubbing. Then he smacked it again harder.

"owww" I cried.

"Andi" he held my chin now. "I want it all"

I looked down not meeting his gaze. "But I don't like that." I said petulantly.

"I see", was all he said.

"Don't be mad" I said still looking down.

"I am not angry. You are not ready to give It." he said simply.

I looked into his eyes "One day, be patient." I conceded.

He smiled again, all seriousness gone from his face as if my consenting to try was all he ever wanted. "One step at a time, my sweet one." and he kissed me deeply.

Sunday I awoke in Steve's bed all alone but with a note tented in half on his pillow. In his very neat handwriting he told me to bath, dress casually and follow the map he'd left on the mantle. 'What was this about?' I wondered. I found the map and next to it, a flashlight. Looking the note over carefully, there was nothing about a flashlight. 'This is a test' I said to myself and smiled. I left the flashlight and went outside into the crisp autumn air. The map was complete with contour lines and roadways so I was able to get my bearings from the hills around me as I walked. Steve had left implicit instructions stapled to the map and I followed them to the letter. At the end of his lane I found the path between the trees he mentions and clambering up a steep hill I see the path that goes down the other side. Steve had me wandering all over the valley but I wouldn't give up and just kept following his directions. Finally pacing out the last of my steps I stood before an old unpainted barn. I flipped the paper and the map over but that was the last instruction. I turned expecting to see...I don't know what. Then I heard him.