Unexpected Encounters: ( A BBW Erotic Romance)

by Nora Stone

  Zoe came by the cafeteria while Campbell and I were having coffee. I introduced them and, by the time our coffee date was finished, I had heard my text go off twice. Of course, I didn’t answer it right away.

  After a quick kiss, I went back to work and Campbell left. Discretely checking my texts, I found two from Zoe. She was all ooh, he is eye candy! and Wtf!? I’m waiting! Before she blew a gasket, I texted her back.

  We shared more kisses and heated moments over the next couple of weeks. Each time, the sexual tension was still there. It never waned. Instead, it intensified so that, by the end of the third date, I asked him over to my place to taste a new gourmet coffee.

  Both of us knew what would transpire when we reached my apartment. Screw the gourmet coffee; we’d barely made it through the door when he pulled me to him for a kiss. While my lips were busy and my body was fighting to keep from sliding down his, Campbell pushed me against the wall.

  He grunted when I pulled his hair before my fingers were forced to release his thick dark locks. One of my legs slid up the side of his leg. I hooked my inner thigh on his hip and tried to lift my other leg to the other hip.

  Pulling one of my arms from the wall, he dragged my struggling leg up so that I could lock my ankles at his back. At the same time, he held me to the wall with a deep kiss. I whimpered in his mouth and ground myself against his body. He released my wrists and put one hand under my ass for support. I was a hefty girl so I didn’t expect him to pull me off the wall and turn to prop me against my bar, but he did. I was busy pulling at his shirt and trying to unsnap his jeans.

  He broke contact after thoroughly exploring my mouth and setting my blood on fire. I nibbled down his jawline and gasped when his stubble raked my neck. He pulled back suddenly and shrugged out of his now-unbuttoned shirt.

  I immediately ran my palms up his chest and opened my mouth to bite him. Before I could get the chance, he guided my mouth to his once again. Already in bite-mode, I nipped his lower lip so hard that I tasted blood. I’m a biter and sometimes can’t control the impulse. He didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he bit me right back. I moaned and pulled at his hair. Normally, the only roughness a guy sees from me is the biting, so I surprised myself with Campbell.

  He grunted at every sharp tug that I gave his hair and then hissed when I bit his chest. His fingers plunged into my hair and he pulled my head backward. I looked up into his lust-blown gray eyes and let out a blast of air as I moaned his name.

  In response, he lowered his mouth to mine and breathed, “Like a bit of roughness, huh?”

  To answer, I bit his lip again. Truthfully, I had no idea if ‘roughness’ was my thing or not but, with Campbell, I felt like I was open to anything. He almost wrecked my mind with the intensity of those smoldering eyes.

  His lips closed over mine as he pulled at my shirt. We broke the heated kiss long enough for me to shrug out of the shirt. His fingers immediately thrust into my cleavage and yanked my bra up.

  “Damn, Susan, you’re fucking gorgeous!”

  My fingers thrust into his hair as his lips closed over my nipple. It had been so damn long since I’d had sex that I hissed his name and twisted under him. His stubble raked the taut bud, almost sending me straight into a climax. I pulled impatiently at the snap on his jeans.

  He pushed my hand away and unsnapped them himself. I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly. When my fingers finally wrapped around him, I was thrilled at his girth. I’d felt him against my leg enough to know that he wasn’t hiding anything puny, not that it would have mattered at this point.

  He pulled my pants down and, to my surprise, jerked my lace panties down. I heard a slight ripping sound but couldn’t have cared less. He must have taken my frenzied movements as encouragement because he tore them the rest of the way off me. My bra went next. I didn’t give a single fuck that he’d broken a bra strap.

  I bit his chest while my fingers tightened their grip on his long shaft. I found myself hoping that we would mark each other. He dragged my head back by the hair and bit my neck. Oh God, it felt so good.

  His hand cupped my pussy. I gasped and twisted under him. I just wanted this man inside me. It had been way too long since I’d had sex, not to mention our sexual chemistry getting me all hot and bothered.

  “Now, Campbell…pleeaase,” I wailed.

  “Not until I get a taste of…”

  Fuck that…literally!

  I slid my thumb over the tip of his cock, felt precum, and almost went wild on him. He growled in my neck, “Ask me to stay the night so I can eat you for breakfast.”

  “Oh, God…yes!”

  He stood straight and slid me onto him in one fluid motion. Still holding his cock, I removed my hand and smoothly slid my pussy onto his shaft. He stopped deep inside and said on the way to my lips, “Ah…you’re so fucking wet.”

  I wiggled my hips against him, needing to be fucked more than ever. He grabbed my hips and slowly pulled out. I curled my fingers around the bar’s counter and tried to hurry him along. He held me still and growled. “Damn tight, too. Don’t move, Susan.”

  I froze. I wanted this to last just as much as he did. I could see the struggle written all over his face. I had no clue regarding the last time he’d had sex.

  He nudged my slit repeatedly, driving me nuts with need. When he plunged in again, my pussy clenched around him. He groaned and a muscle in his jaw jumped. I couldn’t hold my climax back any longer.

  The minute my pussy started pulsing around him, he began to fuck me really hard. I gasped with each bone-jarring thrust. When his cock suddenly jerked deep inside me, I wanted to scream a curse. Then, I remembered his offer to stay the night.

  He laid his head on my breast and breathed an apology. I quickly told him, “It’s okay. I understand. Besides, we have all night.”

  He raised a smile to me and asked, “Join me in your shower?”

  I hadn’t showered with a man in years. I nodded and pointed to my torn panties. He picked them up and handed them to me. I stood up and held them between my legs so that I didn’t leave a messy trail. He barked a laugh at my impromptu methods but I shrugged and said, “Girl’s gotta use what’s available. Are you coming or not?”

  His gaze dragged slowly over my body. “Oh, I’m coming alright,” was his heated reply.

  A smile spread over my face as I spun around and headed for the shower. We didn’t linger in the steamy cramped space for long. My shower wasn’t cut out for two people, especially since he was pretty tall.

  After we were finished, he dressed in his shirt and jeans and said, “I’ll be right back. I have to get something out of my car.”

  I grabbed a sheer nightgown and slid it over my head while I waited for him. Then, I went in search for another pillow. He knocked once and entered with an overnight bag in his hand.

  “Did you pack that just for tonight?” I asked him with my hands on my hips.

  He grinned and admitted, “A man can hope, can’t he?”

  “Yes, he can, but this woman was hoping we could sleep in the nude.”

  Carrying the bag, Campbell smiled as he walked toward her. “Then, why aren’t you nude?”

  “I kind of liked the feeling of getting lingerie ripped off my body.”

  His deep laughter rolled through the air and seemed to caress every one of my erogenous zones. On the way back into my bedroom, I opened a closet and retrieved another extra pillow. He tossed his bag into the corner and took off his shirt. Next, his jeans hit the floor.

  I knew that I could get used to running my palms down his sculptured chest. I started to take my sheer gown off but he stopped me with a question, “Were you joking about lingerie being ripped off your body?”

  I shook my head and left the gown in place. Completely nude, he climbed onto my bed with a wide grin. “It’s been a while since I actually slept over at someone’s place. If I kick you…”

  “I’ll kick you right back. You don’t snore, do you?”


  He shrugged and added, “I don’t think so.”

  “Well, you’re about to find out,” I told him.

  “What about you?”

  Truthfully, I had no idea. “Redheads don’t snore, we purr.”

  He barked a laugh and pulled me to him. We propped the pillows behind us before I turned my TV on. Cuddled against him, I noticed he was getting hard again.

  It felt good to lounge on his chest. I began to stroke his hard cock until he rolled onto his side and pinned me to the mattress. I gasped when he tore my gown completely off and tossed it over the side of the bed.

  Those smoldering eyes held mine, and I swore he would eat me alive. I wanted him to eat me alive. I wanted him to tear me up so bad that I would always remember it.

  His mouth lowered to a nipple. Still sensitized from his earlier teasing, my nipples perked the minute he breathed on them. I squeaked when his teeth nipped one while his fingers tugged hard at the other.

  His hand lowered to find me soaking wet once again. He repositioned his body so that I could stroke him, and he could have a taste of me. Instead of stroking him, I ran my tongue down his cock. He groaned and lowered his mouth to my pussy. The minute his hot tongue licked at my clit, my back arched and thrust my nipples into his palms. His male aroma fired an arousal deep inside me, which collapsed my ability to think. I mindlessly took his bulbous head in my mouth and slid his shaft across my tongue.

  We explored each other in this fashion before he thrust his fingers into me. He was a bit rough, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. At some point, I lay my cheek to his thigh because I was no longer able to suck at his cock. My mind was too wrecked by whatever his fingers were doing. Squirming in his grip, I felt the beginning liquidy sensation of a climax build and the first tiny pulsations of my pussy. Apparently, Campbell felt this too because he suddenly reamed my asshole. I’d never had anal and usually that was off limits.

  I shrieked his name and came so hard that my body almost curled into a sitting position. He dragged his stubbly jaw up my stomach, leaving a wet trail as he settled his hips between my legs.

  My hips lifted from the bed in anticipation of his thrust. Instead of entering me right away, he breathed over a nipple, “Turn over for me.”

  I have to admit that balancing on knees and hands while being fucked from behind is not my favorite position. I like to see whomever I’m fucking. I didn’t protest, though. With Campbell, I was more open-minded. I can’t explain why. It was just a connection that I felt. Maybe it was because of our deep attraction.

  I rolled over and grabbed a few pillows to stuff under my torso. He slapped my ass hard and groaned. I realized then what he had in mind.

  Again, I’d never really been into being spanked, but this felt different. The fact that he was so into it made me into it too. He slapped me again with his open palm and asked, “Do you like that?”

  “Actually…yes.”

  “Never been spanked before?” He obviously detected the surprise in my voice.

  “The idea never appealed before now,” I honestly told him.

  “Oh, Susan, there’s a world of things I want to do to you.”

  His hand delivered another sharp slap before his fingers dug painfully into my ass cheek. I squeaked, causing him to let go.

  “No, don’t stop. That was good. You just surprised me…again.”

  His fingers slid into my hair as he pressed his cock to my burning ass cheek. The smooth velvety feel of his shaft was soothing. I wiggled against him, growing impatient for him to fuck me.

  He pulled my head back and gave me a strained kiss while his other hand stroked my nipples. Caught in his embrace and balanced with my hands on the pillows in front of me, I felt a little vulnerable because I couldn’t really touch him or move too much.

  Truthfully, it was a little thrilling. He released me and started stroking the cleft of my ass with his long shaft. Sliding its velvety length over my slit and asshole, Campbell asked in a calm voice, “What if I were to take you in the ass right now, Susan?”

  I knew I would let him. I knew I’d probably like it, too. But, was I really ready for that step?

  “Shit, Campbell, I don’t know about…”

  “That’s okay. We’ll work on it. Promise,” he growled in such a way that I knew he really meant it.

  Without saying anything else, he thrust into me and didn’t stop until he was deep inside. And, damn but he went really deep. My mouth gaped in an ‘O’ and I wailed, “Oh, God!”

  He groaned in response and slapped my ass again. I gasped and breathed, “Shit, that feels so…”

  I didn’t get a chance to finish because he withdrew a bit and then fucked me in short sharp bursts. I could feel the head of his cock bumping me deep inside, firing G-spots that hadn’t been awakened in far too long.

  My pussy squelched around him as a wave of bliss rocked through me. He growled, “Ah, now that’s what I want to hear; make that pussy talk to me.”

  I swear that every hair on my body stood up and goose bumps flooded every inch of my skin. I’d never had a man so confident and vocal in bed. Every thought crashed as my pussy queefed around his cock.

  In the clutches of an orgasm that seemed to intensify with every thrust, I grasped the sheets and pillows with my fists and started to beg. That was another first. I was normally quiet during sex.

  “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright, Babes. I want to fuck every inch of you. I want to wreck your soul.”

  A finger was suddenly thrust into my ass. I shrieked and slapped the bed. At the same time, I ground my pussy and ass into his hand and cock. All the while, I was begging for more, “Harder. God, yeah…tear me up.”

  The dual penetration, even though it was his finger and cock, was such a naughty bit of violation. He’d done exactly what he’d said: wrecked my soul. Every muscle in my body except my hips went from rigid to a lethargic state. I hiked backward into him, matching every thrust of his cock and twist of his finger. The sounds of my pussy squawking and queefing filled the air.

  “Oh, Babes, your pussy feels good,” he said while removing his finger from my ass, “but I want that ass.”

  Before I could mentally process his words, the tip of his cock was reaming my asshole. My body took over, spearing myself onto him.

  “Campbell!” I wailed as an even more intense climax flooded over me.

  “Ah, damn it, your ass is tight as fuck,” he growled.

  His anal violation caused a raw visceral desire. I bit the pillow and shrieked as he slowly pulled out. I seriously thought my desire couldn’t get any more extreme. I was very wrong.

  His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he fucked me harder than ever. My pussy queefed as my ass puckered around his cock. I never even knew a woman could have an anal orgasm, but I sure had several.

  His hand thrust into my hair and fisted, causing a bit of pain on my scalp. The sensation only added to my desire. I really never knew I was such a masochist.

  With my back forced into an arch from his hand fisted in my hair and his cock pumping me in the ass, Campbell grunted a few times before his cock jerked. I gaped at the wall in front of me while my pussy squelched loudly.

  He released my hair and pressed his chest to my back in order to kiss my shoulder before asking, “You okay? I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

  “No,” I breathed, still a little shocked that I’d enjoyed all the roughness.

  He slowly pulled out, causing me to inhale half the oxygen in the room. “Come on, Babes. Let’s shower.”

  I crawled backward off the bed and, while I stood, asked him, “Why do you call me Babes?”

  “I don’t know. It fits. If you want me to stop, I will,” he shrugged, following me toward the shower.

  “Oh, no. I kind of like it,” I told him as I adjusted the temperature of the spray.

  We showered again, lathering each other up. He asked if I was mad about the anal and I assured him that I wasn’t. My ass was a bit sore, though.

/>   When we went back to bed, we curled up in a spooning position and fell asleep right away. The next morning, I awoke first so I went and made coffee. When I returned to the bed, he was stretching.

  With the curl of a finger to beckon me, he smiled and said, “Good morning.”

  “It is a good morning, isn’t it?”

  I could get used to waking up to his sculptured chest and that lust-filled gaze. One thing that nagged the back of my mind was why Campbell had even registered on an online dating site. I would have thought that, with his killer looks, he could have his pick of anyone.

  It was something that I kept to myself, though. When I settled onto the bed, I heard my cell phone ringing. Then, my landline started to ring. As a nurse, it could only mean one thing…work was calling.

  I grabbed my phone and answered to discover Zoe on the other end. Her voice was somber as she told me that Mr. Kummings had passed away. I felt like a ton of bricks had landed on my head.

  I thanked her and ended the call. I didn’t realize that my hand was over my mouth until Campbell asked if everything was okay.

  I told him the news and, to my horror, immediately burst into tears. I never cried in front of anyone. It was just embarrassing. He pulled me into his arms and walked into my bedroom. I hadn’t cried over a patient in years. I felt like an idiot for crying in front of Campbell, but he handled it well.

  Since both of us were off and it was a Sunday, he stayed with me through the day. I asked if he wanted to sleep over again and he hesitated. I simply didn’t want to be alone.

  “If you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” I told him.

  “I just…Susan, I really like you. I don’t want to get too deeply involved, though,” he said.

  “Oh, no…I mean, I understand. Same here. I’m not asking you to move in or anything,” I teased.

  He smiled and kissed me on the tip of my nose before saying, “Then, I’ll stay over for as long as you like.”

  That night, I was still in a somber mood so we just cuddled and watched a movie. The next day, both of us separated to go to work. The following couple of days, we saw each other and talked as often as we could. Both of us attended Mr. Kummings’ funeral. I was grateful that Campbell gave me a shoulder to cry on.