Shy Guy

I hand him my coat and ask him to sit near the fitting room while I try on a couple of dresses. I know I'm a curvy girl but I also know big doesn't have to mean unsexy. Sexy comes from a confident attitude as much as it does from looks. I quickly strip out of my pants suit. I glance into the mirror and catch Marty's reflection in it. I smile at him as he realizes I left the door ajar on purpose.

Both dresses I want to try on have built in support, making a brassiere unnecessary. I reach behind my back and undo my bra. I hear Marty's intake of breath as he catches sight of my bare Double-D's. I tease him by twinking each nipple in turn. I giggle into the mirror as it catches him crossing his legs in order to hide his boner. I pull up my panties by their waistband. The cotton material invades my slit and creates a camel-toe. With a mischievous smile I run my forefinger up and down it causing my panties to cling to my wet snatch. Giggling I watch as Marty squirms in the chair and places my coat over his lap.

Slipping the red dress over my head I study my reflection and shake my head unsatisfied. I wiggle out of it making sure that Marty catches every jiggle of my curves. I wink at his reflection and say, "I don't like that one."

He shrugs and smiles like a kid at the circus.

The next dress I try on I really like. It is a long sleeve black velvet dress with glistening sequins drenching its length. It has a bateau neckline and a sultry v-back. The hem hits my thigh half way down to my knee. I smile at my reflection and nod, "This is the one."

"It looks real nice," Marty nods his approval.

I wink at him as I completely close the door. I shimmy out of the dress and slip my panties off as well. After I put my pants suit back on I put my bra and panties in my purse. I pay for my dress and we leave the store.

It's growing cold as we get to the parking structure next to the bank building where I park my minivan. I take Marty home, his apartment is just off Kings Highway. After putting the vehicle in park I reach across the seat and pull Marty towards me. I close my eyes and briefly brush my lips across his.

He's shy but doesn't resist as my tongue parts his lips and explores his mouth. He gulps and pats his lips with his fingers after I break our kiss like he is trying to capture the taste. His brow furrows with confusion as I place my pink panties in his hand. He looks at me.

"For later. When you're alone, "I smile, "I want you to think of me."

"Thanks," he gasps staring at the panties in his hand with wide eyes. He disappears into his apartment complex before I can get my vehicle in gear and head home.

As I lay in bed later my mind whirls with conflicting thoughts and emotions. I'm not use to being the instigator in a relationship but I find the role appealing. My risqué behavior is something new too, and I feel like a bird just learning to soar. My belly grows warm as I recall Marty squirming in the chair by the fitting room.

I reach for my rabbit vibrator from my night stand drawer. Twisting the base of the vibrator I engage the lowest speed of the naughty device. I travel the head of the vibrator around the most responsive parts of my body. First buzzing my inner thighs then my labia. My mind drifts to the image of Marty. The humming noise from the vibrator grows distracting so I turn it off and let it fall to the floor.

With familiarity I trace my fingers around my anatomy. Squeezing my behemoth breasts until my nipples grow stiff. I further map out my body by trailing my hand down my trembling tummy to my puffy pussy lips. Pinpointing my clitoris I explore my pussy, wet with wanton desire. It feels so good I whimper, "Uh, uh, uh."

Wickedly I grin as my thoughts turn to Marty. I thrust my middle finger deep into my cunt. I imagine Marty madly stroking his cock while he sniffs my pink panties. I frantically push my palm against my clit while my fingers saw in out of my pussy. I pinch down on one of my nipples hard then a little harder. My breathing comes in spats. Finally I push myself over the edge to orgasm and cry out, "Marty, Sweet Baby!"

I see Marty very little over the next couple of days although he texts me often. It's amazing how talkative he can be via text. My texting skills are inadequate at best. Often I simply post a happy face, which I'm sure makes him laugh.

During this time Mr. Talley tries to discourage me from seeing Marty and pursues me with double-entendres, "You know Marty really doesn't know how to speak to women Ellen, where I on other hand am a cunning linguist."

"I'll have to confirm that with your wife." It seems reminding Mr. Talley, he has a wife disturbs him more than anything else.

New Year's Eve is a work day so I make arrangements for a room at the Staler Hotel and plan to change into my party dress there. I text Marty the details and tell him the time to meet me in the hotel lobby.

After work, I hurry to the hotel since I'm a guest of the hotel I get free parking. Rushing up to my room, I strip out of my business outfit as soon as the door clicks shut. I fill the tub. The steaming water is soothing and I slip into the reinvigorating waters careful not to get my blonde hair wet.

I want to make it a special night for Marty. So before getting out of the tub I shave off all my pubic hair. I say out loud, "A bald beaver for my Baby."

My labia are already swollen with eagerness. I think of Marty and caress my vulva with feather-like strokes. My pussy lips are moist with lust. I press my palm against my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Red then white lights streak across my brain as an orgasmic wave crashes over me. Water from the bathtub splashes onto the floor as my body thrashes in throes of passion. I collapse in the still swirling water as my climax recedes.

After I get out of the tub and dry off. I wrap myself in one of the hotel's terry-cloth robes. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I put my blonde hair up in a loose bun. Raising my arms causes my huge hooters to burst from the confines of the robe. I chuckle at their appearance, "Easy ladies, easy. I'm sure you'll get plenty of attention later."

Taking concealer I pat it under my eyes, a makeup base and eye liner follows. I close my eyelids and brush on eye-shadow. Dabbing a finger into my lightest eye-shadow color I press it into the inner corner of my eye where the upper lid meets the bottom lid. This makes my eyes pop, with dramatic flamboyance I say, "Voila."

To keep attention on my eyes, I down play my lips and color them with a light shade of pink lipstick. The result pleases me so I wink at my reflection. Finishing with my make-up, I turn off the bathroom light and go to the bedroom.

I sit on the edge of the bed and slide sheer black stockings up my legs, caressing them to my trembling thighs. Before standing, I place my feet into sexy black stiletto heels. Then I wrap a wide black garter around my waist. Its black stretch lace material covers my lower belly from my naval to the cleft of my vulva. The black garter and stockings frame my bald pink pussy into a picture of wanton pleasure.

Looking into the full length mirror attached to the bedroom wall I smile at my reflection. My nipples are hard and throb with an inner warmth. My pussy glistens with anticipation while my clit peers from its hood looking for attention. I see a shameless slut looking back at me. Finding it somewhat surprising and stimulating, I feel hedonistic.

"No panties tonight," I say to myself before I slip on my sequin party dress.

Minutes later I'm in the lobby waiting for Marty. After a moment I see a smiling young man in a dark suit fighting his way through the crowd towards me. It's Marty. He's dressed in a sharply tailored navy blue suit with a light blue shirt. His festive yellow tie adds pizazz and the matching yellow handkerchief in the breast pocket of his suit brings the wow factor.

"Marty, oh my, you look so nice," I stammer. "I barely recognize you."

He smiles and explains, "I thought I ought to get a new suit for the occasion, since you got a new dress. The sales clerk at Famous Barr put this ensemble together for me."

My pussy grows warm as I look into his eyes. Cupping his cheek in my hand, my fingers tremor when they make contact with his flesh. I choke with astonishment, "You shaved."

"Not all of it," he rubs the whiskers on his chin. "I followed your suggestion and got my beard trimmed into a Van Dyke. Do you like it?"

Nodding with approval, I move my fingers to his hair held in place with pomade, "You look marvelous, Marty."

He blushes and hands me a wrist corsage, "This is for you."

"How thoughtful," I say as he slips it on my wrist, "Thank you."

The corsage is of three red rose buds fashioned into a classic design with accents and a bow. I scoop up his arm and say, "Shall we go?"

We enter the Grand Ballroom after surrendering our tickets. After finding our assigned table we head for the buffet table. At the salad bar Marty notices that I have a heaping helping of cucumber slices on my plate, "You must really like cucumbers."

"Not especially," I reply as I place several oyster half shells on his plate.

Marty frowns at his plate, "I'm not even sure I like oysters."

"You will, trust me," I assure him laughing.

When we get to our seats at Marty fingers the half shells unsure of them. I tell him, "Their called Oysters Rockefeller. Its oysters on the half-shell that have been topped with parsley and other green herbs, smothered in a rich butter sauce and bread crumbs then baked."

"They look kind of slimy."

I laugh and pat his thigh under the table, "Sweetie, oysters are an aphrodisiac known to invigorate males." I move my hand up his thigh and gently squeeze his cock. It hardens in my hand, impressing me with its size I smile at Marty.

He picks up a shell, brings it to his mouth and gulps down its contents while his face twists in an expression of distaste.

Chuckling, I give his cock another squeeze before I pick up my fork and start to eat.

Watching me chew a cucumber while crinkling my nose Marty observes, "You don't seem to really like cucumbers. So why are you wolfing them down?"

"They're aphrodisiacs, too, Silly. Cucumbers are thought to increase a woman's stimulation by increasing the blood flow to the vagina."

"Well in that case have mine," laughs Marty as he scrapes a couple of green slices from his plate on to mine.

After supper the band starts up with a melodious tune. The champagne I consume with supper lowers my inhibitions. I shimmy my hips to the beat of the music as I lead Marty by the hand to the dance floor. I look over my shoulder at him and smile, he seems to find the oscillation of my plumb rump mesmerizing. I spin on my heel and open my arms to him.

Marty moves into my embrace and we sway to the rhythm of the music. He's sporting an erection that presses into my pelvic area. He's self-conscious about it and tries to push me out to arm's length. He whispers an apology, "I'm sorry Ellen, ump, you, ump excite me so much. I can't help it."

I pull back into him and grind my pelvis on his erection whispering into his ear, "Don't apologize Marty, I'm thrilled that I can excite you that much."

The song ends and we break apart to applaud. The band begins to play a faster number and I watch as a young woman nearby palpitates her fanny against the crotch of her date. With a wicked grin I mimic her moves and grind my bottom into Marty's loins. I feel his cock harden. Looking over my shoulder I giggle at the look of rapture on his face. I get lost in the music and my lust. My ass wiggles and my tits jiggle to the wild beat of it as I perform a primeval mating dance. After a couple of fast numbers the band returns to playing a slow song. Just as we are about to move into each other's arms again I catch a whiff of cheap cologne. My stomach drops with despair as I hear Mr. Talley voice, "Mind if I cut in?"

Marty knows it's a command not a request. He lowers his eyes to the floor, relenting his claim on me as social custom requires, "I guess not."

Mr. Talley reminds me of a vampire with his black suit and v-shaped widow's peak highlighting his slick hair. He pulls me into dance position and I grimace. He notices the corsage on my wrist and chuckles, "What is he, in high school?"

"I think it's sweet."

"You would," his breath reeks of vodka and sarcasm. He appraises me from head to foot. His eyes linger a little too long on my bosom and I feel like a mouse trapped by its tail in a cat's paw. He raises an eyebrow suggestively, "Ellen, that dress looks good on you of course I think it would look better on my bedroom floor."

I smirk as I feel his belly quake with laughter. As he spins me around I catch sight of a thin, mousy woman with a flat chest in a plain dress. I assume she is Mr. Talley's wife, Marty shuffles at arm's length with her. Maneuvering to keep Mr. Talley from rubbing against me, I ask him, "So is that your wife?"

He looks over his shoulder, "Yeah, that's her."

I pull Mr. Talley's hand off my ass and up to my waist saying, "She seems nice."

"She's a twig," he says pulling me close so my big breasts push into his chest. "I like a woman with meat on her bones, a woman with curves, a woman like you."

I push him back to arm's length, "Mr. Talley you're married, nothing will ever happen between us. Besides, I really like Marty."

"Yeah, I noticed. The way you were grinding your ass on that boy I thought he might ignite in spontaneous combustion."

His hand goes back down to my ass and he pulls me close so I can feel his erection, "That's what you need to satisfy you. I doubt that boy has one big enough to pleasure a big woman like you."

With a red face I stop dancing and snap, "Look Stubby, Marty is twice the man you are."

To exorcise my frustration with Mr. Talley I stomp the heel of my shoe into his foot. A satisfied smile splits my face as he lets go of me and howls with pain. He is hopping about the floor as his wife moves to assist him.

I retreat from the dance floor dragging Marty by the hand.

"Where are we going?" He resists my tug, "They've begun the countdown."

Near the ballroom exit Marty finally gets me to halt. He joins the crowd chanting with youthful exuberance, "Four...three...two...one.... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

He pulls me into a kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth the way I yearn to have his cock penetrate my pussy. He breaks our kiss and says, "Thanks, Ellen I've had the time of my life."

"The night's not over, Lover, let's go to my room."

Blushing I recall my dream as we enter the elevator. The doors close and I vault into young Marty's strong arms. I kiss him with barbarous enthusiasm. My tongue probes his mouth and he responds by entangling his tongue with mine. My sex scent fills the enclosed space of the elevator and Marty's nostrils flare with lust as he realizes I'm ready to copulate.

The room is glowing with the ambient light of celebratory fireworks when we enter it. They explode over the Mississippi River backlighting the Gateway Arch. With a wicked grin I unzip my dress and it falls to the floor. I stand before Marty just wearing my garter belt and stockings. I smile and pull the bobby pins from my hair and shake it down. My voice is husky with lust, "Happy New Year, Marty."

He watches me in silence as I walk slowly towards him swinging my hips in a most seductive way. His eyes tarry on my breasts. He sees that my nipples are hard and rise rigidly from my pinkish areolas. His eyes roam down to my crotch. He licks his lips.

Impishly I smile at Marty. I embrace him by wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him with passion. I feel his hands on my buttocks as his shyness melts away. My slobbering slit feels his very hard trouser covered cock pressing against it. I push his suit coat off and let it drop onto the floor. Then I unbutton his shirt kissing his chest as I undo each button. Soon it joins it his jacket on the floor.

Marty gently but firmly squeezes my breasts as if he's checking a ripe cantaloupe. He bends his head and takes an erect nipple into his mouth and sucks it.

"That's it, Baby," I hiss while running my fingers through his hair.

Dropping to my knees I unzip his trousers. Gleefully I fish his hard cock out of his boxers. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, Marty's cock is huge! I study it for a moment before kissing the swollen helmet of it then licking the pre-cum drooling from it.

"This looks like it should be attached to a pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after riding on this monster."

He stammers, "Really, ump, glad you, ump like it."

"I love it, especially, when it's so big and hard." I lick the underside of his shaft.

Marty's sudden intake of breath confirms my notion that he's enjoying the ministrations of my mouth. His cock throbs in my hand and I can feel the blood pounding through it.

Smiling up at Marty I stroke his cock with both hands, twisting and turning my hands around it. I draw the long hard shaft back into my mouth. I can't accommodate it all so I continue to stroke the remaining shank. I tease him by darting my tongue into his piss slit, he groans and squirms. Soon, I'm sucking and stroking Marty's monster member for all I'm worth.

Marty's cock swells in my mouth. His testicles contract. His cock spews cum. HIs shout of ecstasy reverberate throughout the room, "I'm cumming, Ellen. I'm cumming."

My mouth fills with cum. I swallow as much as I can but a bit leaks from the corner of my mouth. I twirl my tongue around Marty's bloated cock head cleaning cum from it. I release Marty's cock from my mouth and giggle as he collapses into a chair fully spent.

Noticing a dollop of cum resting on my breast I wipe it up with my forefinger and stick it into my mouth sucking it clean. I smile at Marty's gaze of astonishment and whisper huskily, "Your cum is finger-licking good, Baby."

I rise from the floor and saunter to the bed. My buttocks jiggle as I amble silently across the carpet. Glancing over my shoulder catching Marty's eye I give him a flirtatious grin. Laying across the bed I seductively pat the mattress, "Baby, why don't join me over here."

Marty sheds his trousers then steps out of his briefs. The muscles of his lithe swimmer's body ripple as he glides with grace across the room. His cock, once again erect, sways between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He climbs on to the bed and murmurs, "Oh Ellen, so beautiful."

Reaching for one of my creamy white breasts he gently but firmly squeezes it. He smiles as I moan, he seems to appreciate mine responsiveness. He kisses my neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into his mouth.

I encourage him to suckle by running my hands through his long dark hair. I murmur, "That's it Marty, that feels so good, Baby."

Leaving my heaving breasts Marty trails his tongue down my trembling torso. He teases me by blowing his hot breath over my tummy. Goose bumps rise all over my trunk. He continues kissing and licking his way down my body until he is between my legs.

My own excitement builds as he brushes his lips over my slit with light caresses. I strain and buck my hips upward. Finally, he puts his lips right on top of my slit and kisses it gently then harder. I moan my pleasure.

He uses his tongue to broach my pussy. He runs his tongue up and down the layers of my pussy flesh. Tentatively, his tongue enters me and fucks me with gentle stabs. It feels heavenly and teases the hell out of me because now my clit wants some attention. It's stiff and peeks from its sheath. He brings his tongue to the top of my slit and uses it like a probe. Locating my pearl he licks it hard and presses his tongue into the hood.

I mutter encouragement, "That...that's...it...that's it."