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  B.B.W.

  By A.J. Hamilton

  Copyright 2011 A.J. Hamilton

  Mobi Edition

  B.B.W.

  A.J. Hamilton

  Mark Gilbert sat in front of the computer in his den with one hand stroking his excited cock through his boxers. On the screen in front of him, thumbnails of pictures and videos of big, beautiful women awaited his mouse click. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, and despite the chill in the room (it was 2 a.m. and the heating was turned off), he felt hot and sweaty.

  His body reacted to the plump women displaying their assets on the screen in a way it never reacted to his wife Jean. He felt guilty about that, but he still came out here in the early hours, when Jean was asleep in their bed, and surfed the BBW sites. He would usually spend an hour or so downloading the pics and vids into a secret folder before selecting one to jerk off to. When he came while looking at these fat women, his cum would shoot out of his cock with such force that it usually landed on his upper chest.

  He had never had a big woman in real life, but when he saw these women with their big, heavy, full tits and huge soft asses, he wanted them more than anything. He needed to put his cock into a woman like that...to feel her solid weight push back at him and feel her deep, hot pussy engulf his manhood.

  He was about to click on a video of a plump redhead stripping out of a white basque when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention. In the building across the street, a light had come on in one of the windows. Mark, knowing he couldn’t be seen because the den was in darkness except for the glow from the computer screen, craned his neck to look into the lighted window. Who was up at 2 a.m? Probably someone who had woken up with the munchies and gone in search of a snack.

  The lighted room across the street wasn’t a kitchen, though...it was a bedroom. Mark could make out a white dressing table with a mirror and a white fitted closet. The bed was unmade and the white sheets were crumpled and draped from the bed to the floor.

  And standing up in the room was the most beautiful BBW Mark had ever seen in real life. Her raven hair fell across her face and draped her shoulders in darkness. She wore a white negligee and she filled it with plump, curvy flesh. Even at this distance, Mark could see the enticing line of her cleavage and the way the swell of her hips pulled the negligee up so that the lacy hem almost reached her crotch.

  For a BBW lover like Mark, she was a big, soft, curvy wet dream.

  He continued to stroke his cock, which had now swelled to almost painful proportions in his boxers. He released it and tugged the foreskin back and forth over the head. The women on the screen were forgotten. He had the real thing before his eyes. And she was so close.

  It looked as if she had woken up and climbed out of bed and now she was deciding what to do. “Please turn around,” Mark whispered, “I want to see your ass.”

  He wished he had a pair of binoculars so he could see her more clearly.

  The woman walked around the end of her bed and she looked like poetry in motion...heavily-swaying curves and soft jiggling flesh. As she turned to leave the bedroom, her ass came into view and Mark whispered, “Fuck, yes!” to himself. Her behind was perfectly plump and her white panties disappeared into the deep, inviting crack between the soft swells of her buttocks.

  It was too much for Mark. He had been idly stroking his cock while watching the plump beauty, and now he felt a sudden rush of pleasure spread through his groin. He groaned and pumped out a wad of thick cum that landed on his chest. A second shot hit his stomach. His cock twitched again and erupted. A river of cum spilled over Mark’s lower stomach and hand. He closed his eyes and breathed hard as the pleasure flooded through him.

  He grabbed the tissues from the desk and wiped himself, suddenly feeling guilty that he had jerked off looking at the woman across the street while his wife slept in the other room.

  The slight pang of guilt didn’t stop him looking back at the windows across the street. Another light had come on...the BBW’s kitchen. She was in there rummaging through the cupboards. As she bent over to look in the refrigerator, her plump bottom was again displayed to Mark’s eyes and he felt an excited tingle go through his balls and cock. His desire for her was primal and went beyond any social conditioning that told men they were supposed to like stick-thin ‘Barbie’ type women. She was desirable and attractive and enticing, and any man who could not see that because of some socially acceptable ‘norm’ wasn’t a real man at all.

  She stood by the fridge drinking orange juice from a carton. Mark wished he could see her face more clearly. He could tell she was pretty, but he wanted to see more. He felt as if he could look at this woman forever. She was perfect, and fitted his tastes exactly.

  She replaced the carton in the fridge and turned off the kitchen light before returning to the bedroom. In the bedroom, she climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over her. Mark felt hollow disappointment in his stomach. He wanted to see more. She reached up for the light switch and the bedroom beyond the window was plunged into darkness.

  “ Mark? Are you awake?” Jean’s voice sounded tired as it came from the bedroom down the hallway. He heard her footsteps shuffling along the carpet in there as she came to see what he was doing.

  “Shit!” he whispered through gritted teeth. He closed every window on the computer until a Word document he always had open in case he was caught was the only thing displayed on the screen. He tossed the cum-covered tissues into the waste-paper basket beneath the desk.

  Jean came into the den. “Mark? What are you doing?” She looked at the screen and the document he had left open. A budget report from work. It was months old but he kept it open whenever he surfed BBW sites for occasions such as this.

  “Are you working?” Jean asked. She frowned. Unlike the women of his dreams, and the gorgeous woman across the street, Jean was thin. She constantly dieted and complained about her own weight, despite the fact that her arms were as thin as matchsticks and her body was shapeless - a simple straight line with hardly any curves where her breasts and hips should be. She wore a frumpy maroon-coloured robe that had white piping around the sleeves and hem. It was as shapeless as she was.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” he said.

  “For fuck’s sake, get back to bed. What the hell are you doing in here?”

  “Just looking at some work stuff.”

  “Get back to the bed, Mark...I can’t sleep when you’re banging around in here.”

  “I wasn’t making any...”

  “Bed!”

  He shrugged. He supposed that his secret trip to the den and the feeding of his BBW fetish was blown for the night. At least he had cum. An image flashed into his mind - the plump ass he had seen across the street - and he felt both guilty and aroused.

  “I’ll just shut down the computer,” he told Jean.

  “Fine,” she said as she walked back down the hallway toward the bedroom. He heard her whisper, “Fucking moron,” as she went into the bedroom.

  As he lay next to her in bed, not touching her bony body, his mind playing the images of the BBW across the street like an endless video loop, he wondered what his next move was going to be. He had to see more of his voluptuous neighbour somehow.

  He fell into an uneasy sleep.

  * * *

  The next day, he took a walk from the office block where he worked to a store down the block that sold cameras. He bought a pair of binoculars and squirreled them away in his briefcase. The man at the store had said they were powerful enough to see something four blocks away. Mark only needed to see across the street.

  When he got home, he put the binoculars in the bottom drawer of the desk in the den. He looked across the street at the woman’s window but she didn’t seem to be home. He
hoped he would be able to see her magnified through the binoculars later.

  * * *

  At midnight, he slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. Jean slept soundly, snoring slightly. Mark felt the familiar shot of guilt as he left the bedroom and went to the den. He didn’t bother booting up the computer; tonight he was after something much more exciting. He pulled the binoculars from the drawer and knelt by the window.

  Training the lenses on the BBW’s bedroom, he was amazed at how close it looked. The bed and closet and dresser looked close enough to touch. So did the woman. She lay in bed asleep, the sheets pulled up to her chin. Mark looked at her face and felt his stomach flip with desire. She was extremely attractive. Her mouth looked full and sexy beneath her little button nose. She looked so peaceful as she slept, her hair splayed out across the pillows like a black halo.

  He desperately wanted her to wake up. She looked beautiful asleep, but he needed to see her big body. His cock was already tenting the front of his boxers in anticipation. How long could he wait before he had to take himself in hand?

  Could he wake her somehow? He looked around the room for something to throw at her window. Maybe she was a light sleeper. If he could make a noise in her apartment, it might wake her. He remembered that he had a couple of ‘stress balls’ in his drawer. Someone at work had recommended the little rubber balls to him, saying that squeezing them could relieve any stress. Mark had tried, but squeezing a ball didn’t make him feel more relaxed. So the balls had been relegated to the desk drawer. Now, they might actually be useful.

  He found three of the balls and opened the den window. The cold night air and the sound of traffic below invaded the room, along with the greasy smell of the hamburger joint down the block.

  Mark threw a ball at her bedroom window. It hit the wall above the glass and fell to the street below. “Shit!”

  He threw another ball and it hit her window with a loud thunk. The sound was louder than he had expected. Panicking, he closed his window and ducked down to the floor. He waited, breathing hard and feeling his pulse beat hard and fast in his neck. Surely she would realise where the sound had come from.

  He waited for three minutes before curiosity got the better of him and he lifted his head to look through the window.

  She stood looking at him.

  “Shit!” He ducked back down and lay on the floor panicking. Even in his panicked state, he felt a longing for her. Dare he look again? He had to. He couldn’t resist.

  He peered through the window. She wasn’t there. But there was something in the window. A piece of paper with writing on it.

  “Oh fuck!” It probably said something like, ‘I have called the police, you pervert!’

  With trembling hands, he brought the binoculars up to his eyes and read what was on the paper.

  A crude drawing of a telephone and a telephone number.

  Mark tasted fear like copper in his mouth. She wanted him to call her so she could tell him off. His plans to watch her every night through his binoculars were totally blown. He felt a sense of loss. Should he call her? At least he could hear her voice.

  An inner conflict pulled him in two directions. On one hand, he wanted to crawl down the hallway and slink back into bed and forget this night had ever happened. On the other hand, he wanted to call her. Contact. With her. Even if she was going to tear strips off him, at least they would be communicating.

  He crept into the hallway and fished his cell out of his jacket pocket. His hands trembled even more as he punched the numbers. He sat down on the floor beneath the window and put the phone to his ear.

  It rang.

  “Hi.” Her voice was feminine, melodious.

  “Erm...hello. I’m...”

  “The guy across the street?”

  “Yes. Sorry.”

  “Why were you throwing things at my window?”

  “I...” He didn’t know what to say.

  “And why were you watching me last night?”

  “You know about that?”

  She giggled. “I saw you when I was in my kitchen.”

  “Oh God...look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you any harm. I was just...”

  “Just what?”

  “Erm...looking.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Mark.”

  “So, Mark...you were just looking.”

  “Yes.”

  “And why were you looking at me?”

  He decided to be truthful with her. “Because you’re beautiful.”

  She went silent for a moment and he listened to the slight hiss of the phone line. When she spoke again, her voice sounded different. “Beautiful?”

  “Yes. Look, I don’t know your name...”

  “...it’s Mandy.”

  “Mandy.” He let the word play over his lips. “Yes, I was looking at you. I do think you’re beautiful. And sexy. And I couldn’t help but look at you. I’m sorry. I apologize. Please don’t be mad at me.”

  “You think I’m sexy?”

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “But I’m...fat.”

  “You are gorgeous.” Now that he had said it, he let it all come out. “Perfect. When I saw you last night, I was looking at women on the internet. Big women. None of them compared to you. When I saw you, I...came.” As soon as he said that, he wished he could drag the words back into his mouth. Now she would add sexual harassment to her case against him!

  He noticed that her breathing sounded quicker. “Look out of your window, Mark.”

  Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, he peered out of the window. She stood in her bedroom looking at him, smiling, her phone to her ear. “You like this?” she said, gesturing to her body with her free hand.

  She wore the same white negligee as last night. She filled it beautifully with her ample curves.

  He nodded and said, “Yes,” into the phone.

  “You came?”

  “Yes.”

  “While looking at me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will you cum for me now, Mark?”

  “I...” He looked at the hallway, listening for any sounds from the bedroom. He could hear Jean snoring. “Yes, if you want.”

  “I do want,” she said. “Now tell me what you want. What do you want me to show you while you play with your cock?”

  His hand had already down along his stomach and into his boxers to take hold of his manhood.

  “If you’re going to see me,” she said, “I want to see you too. Take the boxers off.”

  He slid them down to his knees and his hard, thick cock sprang up. Displaying himself to her like this excited him.

  “Mmmm,” she said into his ear, “I like. Now what do you want from me while you play?”

  “I want to see your tits,” he said without hesitating.

  She hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of the negligee and pulled it down to below her bust. Her tits were huge and full. They hung on her torso in a way that made Mark’s stomach churn and cock twitch. Her nipples looked big and tasty. “Oh God,” he moaned. He started to pump his dick.

  “Ooh, I can see you like them,” she said. “I’m going to put you on speaker so I can touch them for you.” She took her phone from her ear and pressed a button it before setting it down on the dresser. She returned to the window and stroked her hands up along her belly and over her heavy, fat tits. “How does that look?” she asked.

  “Fucking fantastic,” Mark said truthfully. “I’m not sure how long I can last.”

  “Don’t cum yet,” she said. “Please. I’m enjoying this.”

  He stroked his shaft with less pressure. He felt so turned on, he could orgasm right now if he let himself. But he wanted to make this last. “I don’t want this to end,” he told her.

  “We have plenty more nights, Mark. Now tell me what part of my body were you looking at when you came last night?”

  More nights? Her words almost made him cum. “I was looking at your ass,” he said.
/>   She turned around and kneeled on the bed so that her big, curvy ass faced him. Her white panties covered the swell of her buttocks. “This ass? You like?”

  “Yes!” He started to pump himself more firmly.

  She reached back and pulled the panties down, revealing her dark ass crack and bare cheeks. “I bet you want you get behind me and put that big dick into me, don’t you?”

  “Fuck yes!”

  She gyrated her big hips and the sight was so sensuous, Mark started to wank furiously.

  “I bet you’d like to fuck me from behind. Imagine this big ass pushing back against your groin. I’d move my hips like this to please your cock as you thrust into my pussy.”

  Mark felt the unmistakable feeling of his cum boiling up inside him. Her words and the sight of her voluptuous ass cheeks had sent him over the edge. “Mandy, I’m cumming!”

  “Oh, yes....cum for me. Cum over my ass. Cum over my big ass.”

  He had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out as cum sprayed from him in powerful spurts. It hit the window like white rain. Mark let the ecstasy flood through his body as he stood there cumming against the window while he watched Mandy on the bed.

  “Mark? Are you in the den?” Fuck, it was Jean!

  “I have to go,” Mark hissed down the phone as he yanked up his boxers.

  “Oh, I see,” she said with mock annoyance. “Wham, bam, thankyou, Ma’am!”

  “My wife!” he whispered.

  “Oh!” She ended the call.

  He grabbed tissues and wiped his issue from the window quickly. He looked across the street. Mandy had turned her light out.

  “Mark,” Jean said as she walked into the room, “this is getting fucking stupid! What are you up to?”

  “Nothing,” he said. “I just can’t sleep.”

  She looked at him closely. “Why are your face and neck flushed?”

  He shrugged.

  “Have you been jerking off in here?”

  “No.”

  “That’s fucking disgusting!”

  “I haven’t,” he lied.

  “Come back to bed. And keep that disgusting thing in your pants!”