Post 257: First Date, p3

Manifest: I am the dominant. I am the alpha.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” she said, suddenly standing. The waitress had come back with her credit card and boxes for the desserts, she’d signed the bill. “Box those desserts up and be here when I get back,” she told him, “we’re going to go have some fun.”

She blew him a kiss; she knew she needed a mirror.

Manifest: I am irresistible to him. I radiate beauty. I am compelling. I am captivating. I am too attractive and tempting to be resisted. Anything I want falls at my feet.

Yes, Missy.

Manifest: I am irresistible to him. I radiate beauty and self-confidence. I am compelling. I am captivating. I am too attractive and tempting to be resisted. Anything I want falls at my feet.

Yessss…

Manifest: I am irresistible to him. I radiate beauty and self-confidence and power. I am compelling. I am captivating. I am too attractive and tempting to be resisted. Anything I want falls at my feet.

Goddamnit fuck YEssSssss…

She had finished her affirmations, staring deeply into her own eyes over the restaurant’s restroom sink, and had settled herself once again.

I need to relax..! she laughed to herself, knowing how she could get. This is fun, you’re having fun.

And you don’t want to molest the poor man before you get to the car haha.

Expectantly, he was waiting for her, just like she asked, at the table when she returned. He looked up at her like a little boy waiting for his mother.

Nngh!

The young girls at the next table had been chatting with him, it appeared. He seemed nervous, they seemed intrigued, though they’d all went quiet when she appeared. She grabbed him by the hand. “Let’s go, honey,” she giggled, pulling him maybe a little roughly to his feet, “you know how you get when we stay out too late..!” Caught up in her exuberance, he laughed too, albeit more nervously.

She pulled him outside, past diners waiting to be seated, amid his thanks for paying for dinner. There hung a little more mist in the air than earlier, and above the lights along the pier the sky was dark dark dark. If you tried carefully, you could smell thunder on the horizon, electricity in the air. Energy was building in the ether. Unable to help herself, free on her feet, Melissa dropped his hand and ran out ahead, spinning, arms out, so happy - a dramatic moment, watched by both he and others around. Women standing nearly seven feet tall in their heels tend to do that, draw stares.

He was laughing, blushing for her, and when she looked back at him she was beaming.

“Oh good you have the desserts!” she extolled, and he nodded, held up the paper takeaway bag for her approval. “Haha good thing you remembered!!,” she lauded, ”I am such a ditz! I’d forget my own butt if it wasn’t so big!” At that, she turned from him, and with a dramatic sway to her prodigious behind, began to strut away, away from the restaurant and all the wide eyes. A woman with two children swatted her husband for his staring.

“Uhh…” Dr. J managed, eyes drawn like a magnet to her swinging hips. Bong bong bong it was like the liberty bell! He was rap-

“Haha made you look!” she crowed and then delighted in how, looking over her shoulder, she saw his face flush even more as she swung her butt. She knew how big, how big big big it looked in her tight, tight blue jeans and the poor boy made a show of looking shocked. HAHA he was so fun!

Some other guy whistled, making her laugh anew.

“C’mon, hold my hand!” she laughed, waiting for him to catch up with outstretched arm. He tried to keep up but she was trying to beat the oncoming rain and her legs were so long! They walked along the pier - “hurry, hurry!” - past shops and other restaurants and other strollers who would sometimes turn and watch the two…he was so short, and she was so tall. Normally the stares would have bothered him, but it was like he was caught in a spell. Her? She was used to it; they always stared.

“Sorry for my hips!” she apologized, the third time she’d bumped him. Neither he nor she were used to their width, how much room they took up, walking together - but they were finding their rhythm, as a couple. She had put her hand, or the four fingers that she could fit, in his back pocket - and pinched his butt once! “Also sorry for all the talking about me so much at dinner,” she further apologized, in a moment of frankness, “thank you for being so patient with me…”

“Oh, no worries,” he said, “You're an employee, your health is important to me...”

”So I'm important to you...as an employee?” she asked, looking down at him with a wry little smile as they walked

”n-no that’s not what I meant. You’re…m-more than an employee”

“I guess that's good enough for now,” she giggled, “c’mon, the parking lot’s right down here…” They were nearly to the car, and she couldn’t wait to show him just how much more than an employee she could be.

They spotted her beemer, a white 2-series coupe. She’d parked in a quiet lot, quite a ways away from other cars, or the set of overhead lights that now lit up the droplets in the air. They jogged the last little stretch, her pulling him along. He couldn’t help but gape at the seismic motion of her chest right about at his eyeline. They hadn’t spoke about what they’d be doing from here, any plans after dinner, but if he had any more chances just to gape at that he could die a happy man tonight.

At the car, after the >beepbeep< that signaled the doors had unlocked, he hurried a step ahead of her to open the driver’s side for the lady - such a gentleman, she marveled, but-

She grabbed him by the shoulder, opened up the back door herself, and commanded: “No, backseat, now.”

The interior lights of the car beckoned. She pushed him in.

“H-h-hey..!” he laughed, even as she lowered her large rear into the car behind him, causing him to scoot across the bench seat towards the far corner. Nice leather, black. He’d tossed the takeaway bag of desserts on the floor along with a small gym bag she’d left on the back seat

She got in, and immediately her eyes were locked on his. She closed the door behind her and the interior lights faded off. She sidled in closer, turned fully towards him, and her smile grew and grew, her eyes flashing in the mid-dark as he backed away as much as he could.

He was shaking a bit, he could feel it. Were they going to make out? Right here? In the parking lot?

She looked at him, stared into his eyes, her own heart thumping so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it. She watched his face quiver, biting her lower lip in anticipation, in excitement, seeing the effect she was having on him already: he was shivering.  “Are you chilly?” she asked…or am I doing this to you? The temperature outside had dropped with the weather, it was true.

“A…l-little…” he stammered, watching as already she was stretching herself away, forward into the front seats, reaching to push the start button, so she could turn on the heat. She could feel his eyes roam her voluptuous backside as the console lights came to life, sense him admiring the curves of her hips and torso. Her top was too small on her big body, and bared her at her trim waist. She let him look for another few moments as she adjusted the controls until, satisfied, she began to sit back. A rock song from another era came on through the stereo speakers.

“It’ll take a little while to heat up,” she said, pushing her hair over her ear and setting her eyes on his again. She inched in closer, and felt something electrify her as she appreciated just how much bigger she was than he, how much more of the backseat she was taking up. “But, here…let’s keep each other warm.”

“o-okay,” he stammered, turning towards her a bit and reaching behind her, awkwardly trying to set up an embrace, pull her - what? Onto his lap? He felt like an blundering teenager, not knowing what to do. Was that the last time he’d been in a backseat with a girl, in fact?

She giggled.

“Why don’t you sit on my lap..?” she proposed, already stopping him, sliding hands onto his waist, “there’s not a lot of room back here, and I think I’m too…”

Sitting dead center on the rear bench seat, she lifted him, turned herself to face forward, and placed him on her lap, facing her.

“…tall.”

He was in her lap, their faces close. Her big, long legs stretched between the two front bucket seats, so long they nearly reached the console. She kicked off her heels and they fell, forgotten, below the steering column and aside the control pedals. He sat high atop her big thighs, his scrawny legs wrapped in a “V” around them as she held them together, one hand on either side of his outer legs. Her thighs made a big firm seat for his smaller body, and she felt - oh god, that is what it is, isn’t it?? - his erection, already swollen through his pant leg, down his right thigh. She struggled to keep from moaning aloud, both from the thought of it and the sensation of taking control of his little frame, feeling this much bigger than him.

“There you go,” she managed, settling him nicely in her lap and trying not to bely her excitement, “That’s better than my big fat butt crushing you.”

Though that can come later, she thought, if that’s what you want haha.

”y-youre definitely not fat,” he said, stammering out anything he could so’s not to appear as fucking flabbergasted as he now felt. She just p-picked me up like a doll, like I was nothing, he marveled, and put me on her lap. He, too, was now struck with the realization of just how much bigger she was than he. Even seated on her lap as he was, his eyes were not above hers. Her head was bigger than his, her shoulders broader, her hips far wider. And that’s to say nothing of her mighty chest, which between them seemed to dwarf everything else.

She watched his eyes go up and down their bodies, knowing the comparisons he was making as she began gathering her mane of dark, thick hair up behind herself, making a quick, loose bun. She saw him admiring the muscles in arms, which with her efforts flexed through the taut white material of her long-sleeved top, and she fought back a proud smile.

“Y-you go to the gym a lot, don’t you?” he asked, maybe still trying to keep up the charade of being concerned for her health, her weight. The admiration in his voice, though, was unmistakable.

”I…I do,” she answered, as she finished up with her hair, “I discovered lifting during a tough time in my life, and I figured ‘strong on the outside, strong on the inside’.  I really grew to love lifting and the focus it gave me.”

“m-maybe some of the weight you put on is, like, muscle?” he offered, admiring now how the cords in her neck pulsed, stood out strongly in the shadows. She was, among everything else, incredibly fit.

”Maybe,” she agreed, “I do have to be careful not to bulk up too much. I put muscle on real easy.” She’d noticed already how interested he seemed, talking about her putting on size. At dinner, and now here. “Too many muscles for you?” she asked, flexing her arms now more demonstrably, biceps swelling, showing him now unquestionably just how fit she actually was. Without a doubt her arms were twice as thick as his.

”n-no, I've always liked…sporty girls,” he replied, the awe in his voice all-too evident as he admired her in the semi-darkness of the car cabin.

“‘Sporty’, huh?” she commented. She cocked her head and smiled, considering him and the little streaks of submissiveness she knew ran through him and lots of guys when she began to really express her superior physicality. It was funny, how quiet and docile she could make them. She knew his type. “I think you like them extra sporty, don’t you?”  she continued, and then - tan shoulders bare in her white, off-the-shoulder top - she flexed her traps, the twin mountains of muscle on either side of her long neck, which normally sloped down into her deltoids elegantly but now swelled upwards in an outrageous, undisguised display of strength that she knew that made her look huge. Beast mode, she growled inwardly, feeling her lip curl into a little snarl. hahaha..!

”oh…my god,” he peeped, obviously more than just impressed…he was shocked. Cowed. Even a little scared. Too startled to even gasp. Jesus she’s huge!!! he gaped, a new respect for her incredible body and plainly awesome strength that made him feel smaller still, like he was shrinking right then and there on her lap.

She laughed, lightly. Again, she knew his type. She softened, allowed her shoulders to relax. He blinked, recovering, and she knew she shouldn’t do anything else in the moment to frighten him. The male ego was a funny thing, could be played with but only pushed so far before snapping in its own silly little ways.  She didn’t want that here, now. She wanted a boyfriend haha.

“I tell you…I’m a freaking hormone monstress these days,” she began, knowing she’d have to explain at least a little. Still, though, the stiffening of his erection against her left outer thigh was near driving her mad. “They’re doing crazy things to me - the boobs, the butt and hips and thighs. And yeah, you’re right. Some of my new pounds are probably muscle.”

“o-obviously…” he stammered, still a bit in shock.

Oh jesus I’m too much for him, she thought, half in lamentation but half in a realization that just fueled her ever-growing arousal. I’m too much for him, she said again, silently to herself, but this time smiling inwardly, feeling herself swelling. It was like a manifestation in itself, one she wanted, now, to sow. I’m too, too much for him.

Her hands had left his legs, had rested on his hips, and now began to explore his lower back. She still held him, in place, sitting on her thighs. “I find it interesting how weight can be distributed…” she finally said, inflating herself now with a big, deep breath. Despite his obvious infatuation with her muscles, she knew he was a breast-man, and this should do the trick. “…do you?”

He couldn’t help himself. His gaze dropped, unabashedly, to her tits. Even in the darkness their massiveness was apparent, undeniable. Perfectly huge and high on her chest, swelled up now in a remarkable display of her womanly size.

“oh god Melissa you’re incredible,” was all he could muster, bringing an almost shy smile to the woman in front of him. He knew she could feel his embarrassingly huge boner against her outer leg, and he didn’t care. It was like a tribute, at this point. She was irresistible to him, radiating beauty and self-confidence and power. She was compelling, captivating, too attractive and tempting to be resisted. He was ready to put anything she wanted at her feet. Strange that he thought that, to himself.

She bit her lower lip, and fought against a surging horde of raging emotions. Just the littlest compliment, from him, set fires in her that she’d never felt before. “Would you just do me a favor and tell me I look pretty?” she said, her voice now soft and vulnerable, “I’m sorry, I’m so full of hormones…I’m a girl. I need attention…” She swelled up her breasts even more, causing him to groan. She realized she wasn’t even giving the poor boy the chance to speak, haha, but asked again: ”Do you think I'm pretty, Dr. J?"

Though in their focused preoccupation on one another, neither heard the patter of it on the roof, or saw the droplets of it on the windshield, the rain had begun.

“y-you can call me by my first name, Melissa…” he said, pulling his eyes up to once again look her in the face. Her eyes glimmered green-gold in the gloaming, her lips glittered glossy. He was earnest, feeling walls he’d had up for so long crumbling. And though his emotions felt clumsy, stiff, like prisoners let out from shackles for the first time in years, he felt free, freer than he had in a long time,

She spent more than a moment in thought. “Hmmm,” she began her reply, finally, with a dimpled smile both wry and honestly touched, “I think I’ll stick with “Dr J” for now…but, it was a simple question. Do you think I’m pretty?”

Simple question, and for sure a simple answer. "Yeah, of course," he said, considering this the understatement of the century.

She appreciated his certitude, and felt her belly flutter. "Mmm okay…” she purred, now hearing another layer of arousal seasoning her voice. She regarded him again, and was fighting even harder the urge to just pull him into her. “Do you think I'm…sexy?" she asked, with a new mischief in her eye, her tongue quickly wetting her already glossy lips.

"Uhhh…yeah. I g-guess," he said, hearing himself attempting to hide the obviousness of his intense attraction to her. What was he doing? Why not jus-

She pulled him in, a fraction, closer to her. "What part of me do you think is sexy?" she whispered, her breath washing over him.

His eyes fluttered.

"I dunno..?" he replied, suddenly embarrassed, shrinking under the weight of his own fetishes, fixations. He couldn’t tell her, he couldn’t, about the attractions he had towards her. Would it change the way she saw him, if she knew? He felt he needed…he needed to change the subject.

"You should just tell me," she continued in a whisper, forehead coming to rest against his, looking deep into his eyes from scant inches away, "I'm gonna find out anyway..."

“Oh my god, Melissa…” he breathed, knowing it himself, but still too-

“Can we talk about what happened at the park?” she asked, her voice still a whisper, her tone gentle.

Oh god oh jeez no, he moaned, to himself, remembering how last weekend at their impromptu picnic - despite the occasion, despite the fact that he’d been there to sign his divorce papers - he’d been caught with an embarrassing boner, and nearly came in his pants right in front of her.

“Oh my god I’m so, so s-sorry,” he began, sputtering in apology and pulling back from her just a bit, “for Saturday, with the nice picnic you’d made, losing control like that. It’s so embarrassing. And insensitive. You must be sick of it. And…” Figuring now she must have heard, must know, remembering himself being jerked off by Vida - or was it Abby? - under the table at the party while drunkenly staring at Melissa, ”…I’m sorry for what happened under the table on Friday night.”

“Yeah what were you looking at?” she giggled, obviously a bit embarrassed herself but with a laugh laced with a silver tinkle of pride. Guys jerked off to her tits, she knew that. But rarely did they do it right in front of her with a plate of pasta between them haha.

“right??” he lamented, “I’m so, SO sorry…I’m such a jerk, letting that happen. I don’t know what comes over me, sometimes…” It was true…

“Shhh, shh…its okay. It's okay,” she assured him, her voice unbelievably patient, unbelievably tolerant. “You were drunk then, I know. It does happen, all the time, guys paying a lot of attention to my body, making them act funny. But I don’t mind….when it’s you. So…it’s okay.”

”oh…god, Melissa…” The ignominy was crippling.

“Oh my gosh you’re so cute when you’re blushing!” she giggled, one hand coming up to caress his cheek, feel its new warmth, brush fingers gently down his face. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.” She smiled mildly. “I wanted to talk about…our kiss.”

Oh. Oh okay. Oh yeah…

“y-y-yeah..?” he stammered, heart threatening to beat itself out of his chest, her perfume caressing his amygdala as tenderly as her hand did his cheek, “What about?”

“I…I liked it, a lot,” she spoke, fighting back the urge to grin a grin that would light up the car, the lot, the entire night with her happiness. Is this what falling in love feels like?  “Wanna do it again?” she asked.

Before he knew it her fingers were twined into his hair, and she had pulled him back to her. It was not just their foreheads that kissed but now their eager mouths, which had been breathlessly patient here, this whole pregnant night and long week, for so long. But now their breaths each came in twin gasps as the shock of pleasure struck them both. Was that lightning, outside? Or the fireworks like they’d seen before, at their last kiss, behind closed eyes?

Their lips slid together, into one another immediately and they were suddenly sharing the same breath. Tongues touched, teeth nipped. Both partners moaned and writhed, grabbed by a pleasure preprogrammed to make them exactly what they were now: helpless to do anything but enjoy one another. Unlike their last kiss, which was aborted nearly before it began by his spastic loss of control, this one held promise to last forever. They were alone, it was dark, they had all night. She drank deep of him, he of her, each desperate to slake a thirst they never realized they had.

After an indeterminate time, kissing kissing kissing and by some unspoken agreement, they each drew back to regard one another afresh through the intimate inches that separated one from the other. Each heart was beating wings inside a ribcage, his fluttering like a bird, hers mighty and threatening to break free and soar.

“Something incredible is happening,” she breathed, looking him in the eyes, desperate to kiss him again. Something magical, something chemical. There was a connection - they both felt it! - between the two of them that went beyond two people falling for one another, two people hot for one another. It was like two heavens colliding, it was like electricity pouring from each of their bodies, into the other. They felt it, and it made them each gasp again as their lips locked once more. They felt it themselves through their skin, in their own bones…and it was felt elsewhere as well, miles away.

…across the city, in their homes, out with their own lovers

                                 “...holy shit it’s happening…”

                          “Oh, god, daddy…”

                                              growls and hisses and purrrrrrrrs….

This pleasure was not just hers, she knew. She was sharing it, it was multiplied far beyond the backseat of her BMW 2-series, and though the immediate thought of it inflamed her further, this moment was hers, just hers and his. She was focused entirely on him, and dove into their kiss anew. Her tongue swam into his mouth, shoving his this way and that and making him quiver with her display of strength. He loved it, she could tell, how she took charge of him in this most intimate playing field, their shared mouths. She was having her way, her tongue in total command and he whimpered in the most delicious way. He was now outright trembling in her lap, and she broke their kiss again, to let him catch his breath.

“Here, sweetie,” she cooed, sliding her hands down his thin arms to take his hands and bring them to her big tits.

“oh god…” he moaned, as they both looked down, seeing how small they seemed resting tentatively on her huge breasts. He almost needed to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming; he’d fantasized about this moment so many times, being able to feel her, but his hands were now frozen. She felt warm, soft…huge, and his hands were exactly where they were meant to be. No way was he going to pinch himself, now.

Her hands came back to rest easily on his thighs, her big palms and long fingers nearly wrapping around them. "Mmmm...you're a great kisser," she purred, sliding her hands up and down his legs, sending an electric jolt through his body even as he still sat speechless, staring at his hands resting in the big white swells of her voluptuous chest. She could feel his cock, so hard in his khakis, pressed into her own solid outer thigh. It was making her painfully horny, but she kept her left hand far enough away. She had been celibate for so long and - though the weight of that time now threatened to burst forth and overwhelm the poor man with its sheer power - she could wait a short while longer.

"Oh….so are you...” he moaned, finally answering her, obviously enraptured, “…a-and, your body…my god..!"

Melissa laughed indulgently, her big breasts shaking his hands as they rested on them. She brought her hands up to cover his, as a sudden embarrassment made him start taking his hands away. "No, I love them there," she purred, holding his palms to her chest, "they feel so good."

"Oh, jesus, yesss…" he exclaimed, now giving her breasts a speculative squeeze through her shirt and bra, his hands nearly disappearing into her full chest. She laughed again.

"Are you going to want to watch me take my top off?" she asked, in her lowest, sexiest voice. She was discovering, now, exactly how to push his buttons, and loved how her breasts really turned him on. She reveled in making him so hot for her that he was going to burst, maybe right there against her leg. In her own way, it was her way of establishing dominance over him. She was so wet with the thought that now that her panties were practically flooded, and her scent filled the small cabin of the car.

"god, yes…" he said in a whisper, like he was afraid to speak up lest he lose the chance.

Though they’d been deaf to the patter of the rain, so far, they both heard the first rumble of thunder in the distance.

Her eyes saw something in his face that made her speak again. “Let’s go to your place,” she said…

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inspired both loosely and strongly by a scene in an old story by Pac.