Big Girls Are Big Hearted — Part 3

My Tours with Karen my BBW Lover

Back at Karen’s Home Again

When we got home, and this time Karen suggested that I park the car at the front open car park of some nearby apartments and walk the last few hundred metres, to allay any nosiness from any inquisitive neighbours. Karen had parked her scooter and left the front door ajar for me to quickly nip inside, and I went straight upstairs to the business level of the modern, open plan lounge and kitchen. She handed me a glass of Rose’ wine and motioned for me to sit on the sumptuous leather suite, and joined me, giving me a nice light kiss on the lips. We sat and watched the sunset for a while, looking out across the large canal or small lake that was a nice feature at the rear of her property. Karen was starting to get playful again, resting her head on my shoulder, and kept running those long fingernails down my chest and making little swirly motions on my legs. I turned and gave her a good long French kiss and we both eased ourselves into the leather suite a little more. It was getting too cosy, at this rate we both knew what would happen, so with that almost telepathic communication between us, seemed to both decide to get up and change from our work clothes and into something more casual. Karen said she would have a quick shower then come down and prepare the dinner, so I stripped off and put on just my grey cotton sports shorts and went downstairs to another glass of wine. Karen had already put some music on, a compilation of musicians, Alicia Keys, Alanis Morissette…