Star-Crossed Curves: BBW Erotic Romance Boxed Set

by Carolina Moon

  As he helped her inside, Goldie found that it was actually kind of easy to ignore the camera men and all the people gawking at them as if they were celebrities of some sort. They chatted easily while he maneuvered through the afternoon traffic right into the small downtown district. He parked in front of a small jewelry store and then winked at Goldie when he led her inside.

  "Pick out something pretty for yourself," he told her. His hot breath brushing against her ear made her shiver with excitement.

  "It's all pretty," she whispered back as she gazed around at the dazzling jewels on display.

  "Nothing to compare to your beauty," he said. She groaned inwardly. Really?

  Goldie turned to look at him, her quick retort dying on her lips when she saw that he was being sincere.

  In the end she picked out a delicate turquoise and silver bracelet with a distinctive design that would remind her of their time together. The turquoise looked like the water of this paradise while the silver brought to mind moonlight dancing on the waves. She'd spent every night watching those waves, wishing for her prince.

  They strolled arm in arm through the narrow streets, talking, and she discovered that he was easy to talk to – they touched on many subjects, and her attention never wavered from him. He seemed genuinely interested in everything she had to say and asked questions about her work and her real life.

  Dinner was exquisite in the small café he had chosen for them. The food was cooked perfectly and the wine was impeccable. The other two men she had chosen to spend time with as well as the cameraman were completely forgotten as the evening with Neil progressed.

  Happy and just a little bit tipsy when they arrived back at her hotel, Goldie invited Neil up to her room. The cameraman followed but Goldie politely sent him away. To her surprise, he didn't argue with her, even though every moment with her dates was supposed to be taped. She was sure they could come up with a plausible story for Chet.

  At last, she was alone with Neil.

  "Kiss me," she said, her voice already husky with a desire that had been growing since he whispered to her in the jewelry store. Maybe he was the one. She wanted to find out.

  Taking her in his arms, he kissed her tenderly, sliding his hands up under her hair to stroke the back of her neck with his fingertips.

  "Nice," she whispered, her lips moving against his. He tasted like the wine they had just shared and she wanted more and more of him.

  This time their kiss deepened, his tongue probing into her mouth tentatively. She sucked on it and pressed her aching nipples against his chest. One of his hands moved down to the curve of her back, pulling her even closer. Goldie loved the way his hard body felt against hers, making her feel soft, feminine and a little bit vulnerable.

  Neil's hot lips moved away from hers, across her jaw line and down her neck. He whispered to her, and his mouth against her ear sent bolts of excitement racing straight to the damp spot between her legs. At the same time, his hands moved up between them to cup and knead her full breasts tenderly.

  "I want to see you naked," he breathed when he pulled away and looked down into her eyes.

  Goldie had never seen a man so hungry for her before. The idea made her weak and her breath caught in her throat. Trembling with desire, all she could do was nod.

  With her permission, he reached around behind her and untied the soft straps that held the top of her dress in place. He lowered it and inhaled sharply when her bare breasts were exposed to his gaze. Her tiny pink nipples leaped to life as the cool air washed across them and all Goldie wanted was to feel his hot kisses there as well.

  She didn't have to wait long. He kissed her mouth one last time and then licked his way down to her left nipple, circling it with his magical tongue and then sucking it into his mouth. Goldie moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers teased her other nipple to even greater hardness.

  Kissing and licking the tender skin in between, he worked his way over to her other nipple and gave it the same loving attention with his mouth. Her breath was shallow and quick now, and she felt a flush of heat surge through her body.

  Goldie's dress was slipping downward and she shimmied a little to make it fall to the floor. Her shoes were already gone and she gasped when Neil covered her mound with one hand, stroking her gently through her panties. She spread her thighs slightly, excitement burning through her entire body like wild fire.

  "Neil," she whispered, trembling from head to toe when he knelt at her feet and pressed his face where his hand had just been.

  He inhaled deeply and planted wet kisses all over the front of her panties. He caressed her inner thighs with his fingertips, urging her legs even further apart.

  Placing a hand on his dark head, Goldie instinctively pressed her lower body against the warmth of his mouth. Her moans were already growing louder and those panties were suddenly much too tight, too confining…and way too hot!

  "I can't wait to taste you," he said, his voice low and tender.

  Again, Goldie could not find her voice and only nodded again as he eased her panties down her legs. He gazed at her, completely naked for a few moments and then stood up.

  "Let's get comfortable," he whispered, taking her hand and leading her toward the sofa in the small sitting area of her suite.

  Goldie sank into the cushions and pulled Neil on top of her, loving the way his clothing felt against her bare skin. The soft cotton of his shirt teased her nipples just like his mouth had earlier and she spread her legs eagerly for him.

  A soft sound escaped her lips when Neil began licking and kissing his way down her body. He licked her swollen lips and parted them with the tip of his tongue, gently sliding it inside. Goldie could feel her oils bubbling up and out as her passion rose. She spread her legs even further, giving him all the room he needed.

  Just when she thought she could not stand his teasing one more second, he pulled that wonderful tongue away and began licking her inner thighs.

  "Neil," she gasped, humping the air in frustration.

  "You like that tongue?" he asked, his voice soft and low.

  "Yes, please," she whimpered.

  With a little chuckle, he teased her liquid center with a single finger until she was moaning steadily and then replaced that with his tongue.

  "Yes, oh, yes," Goldie hissed, grabbing his head with both hands.

  She was thankful that the time for teasing her was over. He worked his tongue deep inside her and wiggled it around until she was grinding her pussy all over his face. Then he pulled it out and began stroking her throbbing clit with just the tip. At the same time, he worked two fingers into her overflowing pussy and began pumping them in and out to match the rhythm of his tongue.

  Goldie moaned into the room as her orgasm rose, subsided and rose again. She found it impossible to lie still and her hips gyrated wildly, begging him to push those fingers deeper and deeper. Finally, her climax hit with enough force to take her breath away. For a few moments, she was totally lost, her attention focused on the busy tongue on her clit and the fingers buried deep in her pulsing pussy.

  When Neil pulled away from her, his face was wet and he was grinning from ear to ear. He didn't give her much time to think about that, though, only rolling onto his back on the floor and pulling her down on top of him. She glanced briefly at the huge erection visible in the front of his slacks and her mouth watered to taste him.

  "Soon, baby, soon," he said when he saw her looking. "For now I want to enjoy that sweet, sweet pussy some more."

  Goldie decided that she liked the idea. She straddled his face, smiling down at him as his magical tongue went to work again. This time, he licked her entire slit from her clit, which was still a bit sensitive to the tiny puckered hole between her cheeks. Goldie made a sound of surprise when he returned there again and again, reminding her how much she enjoyed a different kind of attention.

  As Goldie's excitement grew, her body began moving of its own accord, sliding her pussy all over Ne
il's face. Wet sounds filled the room as he sucked on her tender lips and then kissed her clit noisily. Her sweaty breasts jiggled with her steady movements and she covered them with both hands, palming her tingling nipples. Suddenly, she wished she had another man with another hot mouth to suck her nipples.

  That thought, plus Neil's hands on her ass, plus the tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, sent her senses reeling. Her moans grew steadily louder as she worked her body in a small circle all over Neil's face. This time, he was moaning, too, sending delicious vibrations right up her spine and she shuddered through a mini-cum.

  Then Neil centered his attention on her clit and within just a few moments, she experienced another orgasm, more intense than the one before. Her body gyrated wildly, totally out of control until he allowed her to return to reality slowly, slowly, slowly.

  Goldie finally collapsed on the floor beside him. He had brought her through two mind-blowing orgasms and he was still dressed. She shivered, imagining what the rest of the night held in store. Finally, she realized he was moving, standing up and taking off his clothes. His body was lean and strong looking but her attention was on the thick cock jutting out of a nest of dark hair at the base of his flat belly.

  "Does this meet up with your standards?" he asked, stroking himself with one hand. His eyes glittered feverishly.

  Goldie's mouth watered when she saw pearly drops oozing from the little hole in the tip and she licked her lips hungrily. "Perfectly."

  "Show me," he breathed, reaching for her with his free hand.

  Kneeling at Neil's feet, Goldie had planned to lick and tease Neil just as he had done with her but both of them were too excited for that. Soon, her lips were sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around his knob. His groans of pleasure reached her ears, spurring her on. She loved the way he throbbed against her tongue, the way his sweet pre-cum oozed out, giving her a sample of what he had to offer.

  "Oh, yeah," Neil groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair.

  Goldie placed both hands on his muscular thighs, digging her fingers into the flesh while she allowed him to fuck her face. She knew he would soon be losing control and the idea excited her. She sucked that much harder and relaxed her throat allowing him to slip even deeper into her mouth. Both of them moaned when he touched the back of her throat.

  "Fuckin' yeah," Neil grunted, his body working faster. "Oh, baby."

  Goldie worked one hand between his legs and caught his bloated balls. She squeezed them gently, suddenly wanting nothing more than for him to explode in her mouth.

  With just a few moments, Goldie had her wish. His cock swelled and jerked. Neil roared and her mouth was full of his hot load. He continued to slide in and out, even as he spurted down her throat.

  When it was over and Goldie had licked the last droplets from his swollen knob, he eased her onto her back and used his tongue to bring her off one more time.

  "I hope you enjoyed this evening," Neil said, reaching for his shirt.

  "I did," Goldie confessed, slipping on the robe he brought her. "Even more than I imagined I would."

  "Good. I really had a great time," he told her, taking her hand in his and kissing her fingertips.

  Goldie sat on the arm of the sofa and watched him dress. She was a little puzzled. It looked like he was leaving and she didn't like that idea. Surely, he would spend the night. Surely as soon as he recovered he would use that wonderful body to please her again. Yes, the oral sex was fantastic but she had an itch…

  "I guess I'll see you when they shoot the final episode," he was saying as he moved away from her across the room toward the door.

  "You're leaving?"

  "Yes," he answered turning to face her. He kissed her nose and she could smell the scent of her sex on him.

  "But…"

  "Don't forget me, Goldie," he said and then he was gone.

  Disappointed and feeling more alone than she had in weeks, Goldie slumped against the door. This wasn't going exactly as she had imagined at all and, God, the itch between her legs was still stronger than ever.

  Right away, Goldie went into the bedroom and recorded her thoughts on the video journal that would be included in the TV show. She was honest about the warm glow on her face and the fact that Neil had left her wanting more.

  "Could be a good thing or a bad thing," she concluded, smiling wryly into the little camera. "We'll just have to wait and see."

  The next morning when she met with Chet, she kept her thoughts to herself, only saying that she and Neil had had a wonderful evening but it had ended way too soon.

  "Maybe you'll have better luck with contestant number two," he assured her.

  Goldie was having her doubts, her thoughts already straying to Brock and what he might have in store for her.

  ***

  Patrick would be her next lover.

  He called that afternoon, asking when he could see her. Goldie was still pretty worked up, still needing a cock inside of her but she put him off until the following afternoon.

  Again, hours before her "date," she was in wardrobe and make-up. As always, she was amazed at what really went on behind the scenes of reality TV. Was that why Neil had left her wanting more? Chet had assured her that nothing was scripted, but his actions made her wonder.

  Patrick, shorter than Neil and a little heavier, met her in the lobby of her hotel as well. His smile betrayed some nervousness and sweat glittered on his upper lip. Already, she had a feeling they weren't going to be as compatible as she and Neil had been.

  "I'd like to take you somewhere special for dinner," he told her.

  "Okay," Goldie agreed thinking it was a bit early to be talking about dinner.

  "But first, I want to take you to a little boutique I know of and buy you something pretty to wear," he said. "Something that will remind you of this resort…and me, of course."

  "You want me to buy a t-shirt?" Goldie teased, trying to calm his nerves. "With your picture on it?"

  Patrick shook his head, appearing to be totally shocked. "Oh, no. That's not what I meant at all."

  Goldie laughed and then he finally realized she had been joking and laughed, too. Yeah, Goldie decided, it was going to be a long evening and - not nearly the kind of night she had experienced with Neil.

  In the end, she picked out several outfits and tried them on. As she modeled each one for Patrick, she thought his attention seemed to be elsewhere. Maybe the cameras and reality show crew distracted him, Goldie reasoned as she looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. It surprised her that she barely noticed them any longer.

  She decided on a turquoise sundress made of a gauzy fabric. It was long and flowing and showed off her tan beautifully. She bought matching sandals and, at the last minute, realized the bracelet Neil had bought her would go great with the outfit.

  "If you'll run me back to the hotel, I'll change into this for dinner," she said to Patrick.

  He readily agreed and waited downstairs while she changed. When she returned he was on his cell phone but he ended the conversation when he saw her.

  "You look ravishing," he said, catching her hands and twirling her around.

  Goldie laughed. "Thank you so much. I love this dress."

  "And you'll think of me every time you wear it?" he questioned as he pulled her against his chest, hugging her close.

  "Absolutely," she assured him and caught sight of one of the camera men trying to get a close up of them.

  Dinner was a quiet affair in a seafood restaurant not far from the hotel. He held her hand as they walked but there wasn't much conversation. Goldie did manage to find out that Patrick was a successful CPA who owned his own firm with several satellite offices and many big name clients on the east coast. They talked about her job as well and when dinner was almost over, she had the sense that he was starting to relax with her…finally.

  When they returned to the hotel, Goldie invited him up to her suite. He hesitated only slightly but then agreed. Again,
the cameras followed them to her door where she turned them away. This was private. This was when she really, really experienced who these men were.

  Goldie poured drinks from the mini-bar as Patrick settled onto her sofa. She handed him his drink and their fingertips touched. That was when Goldie felt the first tingle of excitement. She sat down next to him and they sipped their drinks and talked quietly. Finally, she realized he had scooted closer and draped one arm around her shoulder.

  "Patrick, are you afraid of me?" she finally asked, not wanting to break the mood but still curious.

  He sighed and placed his drink on the glass topped table in front of them. "Not afraid of you but…nervous."

  "Nervous?"

  "My social skills leave a lot to be desired," he began. "I spend all my time with ledgers and receipts and numbers, not beautiful women like you. Yeah, I've got all the trappings of success but I'm lonely. That's why I agreed to do this to begin with."

  Goldie's heart immediately softened toward him.

  "And what if I don't meet up to your standards? What if I don't please you like the others…" he shrugged and leaned back against the cushions, almost embarrassed that he had revealed his feelings to her.

  Goldie placed her glass on the table next to his and turned to him. "I don't compare my lovers with each other," she whispered. "Everyone is different."

  And then she leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her back and as the kiss deepened, he encircled her with his arms, pulling her onto his lap. Goldie looped her arms around his shoulders, allowing their passion to grow slowly. She could already feel him growing hard against her hip and she shivered with excitement. Soon, Patrick's hands began to roam. He slipped one inside of her dress, teasing her nipple to life and she moaned, squirming on his lap. His other hand moved underneath her, caressing her thigh tenderly.

  Unable to stand this another moment, Goldie slipped off his lap and stood up. Patrick looked confused until she reached for his hand. "Let's go to bed," she said.

  He allowed her to lead him into the bedroom. They stood beside the big bed, kissing long and deep, tongues battling while they struggled with each other's clothes. Goldie unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers through the crisp hairs on his chest. Patrick simply lowered the zipper on her dress and eased the straps off her shoulders and she was naked except a pair of lacy panties. He pushed them downward and they fell silently to pool around her ankles.