Hues Of Lust: BBW Erotic Holiday Story Collection includes Lustful Holiday Romance & BBW Erotic Romance (4 Valentine Romance Short Stories: BBW Romance & BBW Erotica) (5 page)

Callie reviewed the file on Grant. She wanted to be engrossed in what she was doing when he returned. When he came back, he asked her if she would like to have anything to eat or drink. She said that ice water would be fine. He went to get it. She hoped she hadn’t stared, but, he was even better looking now. He had put on a pair of black jeans with a maroon and bronze pullover, which brought out the gold in his eyes. She stood to stretch and spied a tall bookcase that was filled to capacity and beyond. She began to peruse the selection. He had mysteries, thrillers, fantasy, paranormal. All the genres she favored. That would give them something other than his order to discuss.

"Find anything interesting?" He queried, as he entered the room. "I was intrigued to find that we have a similar taste in reading material." She responded, turning toward him. "I’m guessing, that we’ll discover we have many things in common." He remarked. How could he know that? She wondered, unless, he was also intuitive and perceptive. She had already learned, from their previous meeting, that he was smart with a good sense of humor. They went over to the coffee table and she sat back down in the chair. He placed the water, on a coaster, in front of her. He sat on the end of the couch closest to her.

"Before we begin, I was curious to know if you have any plans for Valentines’ Day." He inquired, with an engaging smile. "I’m not certain why you should care, but, at this time, I don’t." She replied, a little put off. "Then, I suppose, that means you’re not with anyone. Would you like to spend time with me?" He asked, with hope. "You’re a client. That would be highly irregular." She retorted, miffed. "I’m only one for my parent’s anniversary part. I felt something the first time we met and I wanted to be able to pursue it." He expressed, sincerely. Callie thought she was being tricked. "Rid yourself of the notion. I’m not interested. In dating anyone." She said the last to soften the blow. "Oh, I’m sorry." He sounded dejected. If it was possible, he was even more captivating, when he was pouting. She didn’t have to be so harsh. It might be fun, but for proprieties sake, it would need to be after the gathering.

"I’ll consider it, but, it would have to be after you’re no longer a client." She told him and then attempted to direct him to the task at hand. "All right, you’re fired. Now will you go out with me?" He exclaimed. "Why are you being so insistent? There will be plenty of time after. Why rush it now?" Callie said, firmly. "When I feel something quickly and strongly, as I have with you, I don’t waste any time. Plus, I’ve already made arrangements for Valentines." He admitted, sheepishly. She rose up quickly and began to gather up her things. "Rather presumptuous. I don’t know if I’ll be able to work with you. I do know I need to leave."

He put his hand on her arm and asked her to wait. She stopped her hurried movements. He left the room and came back immediately. He held out his hand and in it was a small purple plush bear. It melted her. "How did you know that I like both purple and bears?" Callie returned. "Just another feeling." Grant remarked. She had an internal struggle. Yes or no? "Okay. I’m fascinated to find out what your intentions for Valentines are. Though, I do think, having a first rendezvous then could set things up for failure." She articulated, with concern. "Will this make it a little easier to take?" He questioned, bending down to give her a kiss. Which was both soft and sensual at the same time. "You do make it difficult to resist." She told him, as she slowly withdrew. Her friends might be correct about making a connection. Spending Valentines with Grant could be the prescription for what ailed her.

At the sight of how gentleman-like Grant treated her, Callie's feeling about herself suddently changed into the positive. Grant had made her feel good about herself for the very first time on such a day.

Callie decided to accept Grant's proposition and encouraged herself to exchange reason for desire. She never spent one memorable Valentine holiday in her life and here she was standing with Grant who really turned out to treat her like a true gentleman.

She suddently was feeling deperate to prove herself wrong about her negative emotions for Valentine's day.

She finally allowed this conversation to continue.

She thought to herself: "This conversation might even turn into a sizzling flirt or maybe even into something bigger than that. I really like Grant's attitude, his charm and the way he is treating me."

She decided to step into her beautiful friend Barabara and into Barbara's mind. Callie was ready to do exactly what Barbara had done in this situation.

Callie remembered having some naughty conversations with Barbara where her best friend confided all her deepest erotic fantasies into Callie. In one fantasie Barbara was walking naked on the beach with her lover. Her photograph lover was making the most beautiful artwork out of Barbara's voluptious body. Barbara's favorite fantasies was this one. Barbara accepted an invitation of a stranger who invited her on the top of his loft in New York. They had a romantic dinner outside on the terrace with caviar and champagne. They played a game of undressing during dinner. When the dinner was over he asked her to turn around and undress the rest of her curvy body so that she was totally naked. He blindfolded her and alligned her front with the wall of the building. He fully undressed himself and caressed her from behind. Both were naked, excited and full of sexual desire for each other. He dealt with his stock broker on the phone simultaneously and both took an ecstatic pleasure out of this naughty adventure that not even the stock broker on the other side of the line nor the man's butler inside the apartment seemed to notice. He made a fortune trading stocks while bringing Barbara to the climax.

Callie envied Barbara a little bit for Barbara's sexual fantasies. Callie tought to herself: "Barbara lives in her fantasies and she fully embraces her love life and I am living a boring insignificant life."

Callie goes on with her daring daydream and silently wonders: "how about playing a little role play. I want to experience how it feels to slip into Barbara's pretty high heels!"

Callie inspired her own mind before opening the exciting news to Grant: "I am totally going with my feelings and emotions but just for today. I am curious what happens. I really want to see if romance really exists on such a day like this!"

"Grant!", she exclaimed in emotional agitation.

"I am accepting your unresistable proposition. I am accepting the rendez-vous with you!", Callie whispered in a soft and angel-like voice and to Grant's astonishment.

"Oh, Callie, I am so happy to hear that you changed your mind.

What made you change your mind so quickly?

You know this changed situation really makes me a happy man because my intentions towards you are completely pure and sincere.

I truly care about you. You know that I only have your best intentions in mind, Callie, right?"

He did not wait for her answer and continued: "what about 8 o'clock tonight?

I will pick you up at your apartment and my driver is going to deliver something to your place this afternoon. I hope you will like it. I really hope you will be wearing it tonight. I plead you to follow my instructions that my driver is going to hand you in an envelope. It is very important to me that you do follow every detail, Callie!"

Callie shrugged and nodded in disbelief. She had no clue what to think or what to say to Grant's words.

Grant noticed her uneasy reaction and encouraged her: Callie, I have something very important to show to you later tonight. I can only show it to you if you follow my instructions! You don't have to be afraid or feel uncomfortable, but I can not tell you everything now. I don't want to ruin it."

Callie shivered in uncertainty because on one side she desperately needed a little excitement in her love life, but on the other side Grant was starting to intimidate her with his secrecy.

She was wondering if she made the right move and if spending the evening on Valetine's day with Grant could really be the prescription for what she was missing in her life, or if she was in the process of making the biggest and most regrettable mistake of her adult life...

Story IV

Part I

Catherine sat propped up in her king size bed sipping on a glass of red wine and nibbling on a chocolate truffle. Tears continued to course down her full cheeks as she tried not to focus on Daniel and the fact that Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. She still didn’t understand why Daniel had ended things with her. He had always told her that he loved her full-bodied curves. In fact, he had been so insistent in showing her repeatedly just how much he loved her very opulent breasts, padded curvy hips and bouncy ass that she had believed every word that came out of his mouth.

Yet, just two days ago, he had texted her and said that they were over. Texted her, for god’s sake! The little worm hadn’t even had the decency to break up with her in person. That should tell her something about him. But it didn’t matter because she had been totally in love with him. Truth be told, she was still in love with him even though she now knew that he didn’t deserve her love.

What was she going to do now? In the past, Valentine’s Day had been one of her favorite special days of the year. She had enjoyed many lustful trysts on past Valentine’s Days. The thought of some of these brought a smile to her lips as she replayed them in her mind. Yes, Catherine had been lucky enough to have attracted some pretty wild players in her past even though she was classified as a BBW; big beautiful woman. Besides, there would always be chubby chasers no matter where she went. That helped her to be quite comfortable with her Rubenesque style body.

One lover had even told her that he preferred women of her size because he loved to be able to truly grasp full breasts and ass in his hands. He then went on to say that you just couldn’t do that with those “skinny model types.” If they actually had a chest, usually they weren’t real and who wanted to play with small beach balls?

Now, though, Daniel had done the unimaginable. He had dumped her right here at Valentine’s Day. Sniffing, she wiped away a stray tear and took another sip of her wine. Following that with another truffle, she tried to think of how she was going to survive this.

Suddenly, her doorbell rang.

Hoping against hope that it might be Daniel saying that he had changed his mind and that he loved her after all, she got to her feet as quickly as she was able to and headed to the door.

“I’m coming,” she called as she hurried down the hallway.

Taking a second to look through the peephole on the door, she saw that no one was there.

Dammit, she thought. I’m too late!

Whipping the door open, she stepped out into the hallway looking both ways to see if she could spot her elusive caller. But there was no one in sight. She turned to re-enter her apartment when her foot kicked something. Looking down, she saw a gift wrapped box sitting at her feet. She stared at it curiously for a second before leaning down to retrieve it. With a puzzled look on her face, she carried it with her back into the apartment.

This package had been delivered personally as it was wrapped in shiny red paper with a white satin ribbon. There was a matching red card attached to it with her name on it. Catherine opened it and read the brief message that had been written there.

“Such a beautiful woman should never be sad. You should be appreciated and adored. That is just what I plan to do with you tomorrow night.

Someone who cares”

Still highly puzzled, Catherine set down the card on her kitchen bar and then picked up the package. Carefully, she opened the box to reveal a sexy little teddy in a wicked red color. She withdrew it from the box and held it up against her. It seemed as if it was the right fit.

Yes, her gift was lovely, but who could have sent it? Not only that, who was planning to “appreciate and adore” her tomorrow night? Shaking her head a little, she walked back down the hallway to her bedroom. Carefully, she hung the teddy on a padded hanger and stood back to admire it once more.

Finally, she decided that she needed to get some sleep. Only in dreams could she seem to forget about Daniel and his cruelty. Oddly enough, tonight she was sound asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next day dawned bright, sunny and cold. Catherine found herself to be happy even though she knew that Daniel wouldn’t be a part of her Valentine’s Day. Instead, she spent the afternoon at a day spa getting a facial, massage, and body wrap. Then it was on to the salon to get her long dark auburn hair curled and her nails manicured. By the time she returned home late that afternoon, she knew that she looked beautiful. Darting into her closet, she pulled out the new red teddy and slipped into it. She had been right. It fit perfectly! Choosing a deep red dress with a scooped neckline that showed off her impressive cleavage, she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.