Unexpected Encounters: ( A BBW Erotic Romance)

by Nora Stone

  Over the next week, we talked quite a bit, but work kept us apart. I missed him more than I was willing to admit. I liked Campbell, but it was a sexual thing rather than any feelings of love. Still, I cared about him and knew he cared for me.

  Chapter 3

  After a long and hectic day at work, I arrived home only to discover a package by my door. Eager to find out what was inside, I rushed towards the couch in my living room and opened the package. It was lingerie with a note attached:

  I know things have been hectic lately, Susan. Can we make a date? I miss the feel of your luscious curves against me. Campbell.

  Between layers of tissue paper, I discovered a beautiful creamy satin one piece that snapped at the crotch and had tear-away little slips of fabric covering the nipples. I placed it on the bed and texted a ‘thank you’ to him right away.

  He called me back and said, “Hey, how are you?”

  “Good. I just got home. You want to come over for the weekend?”

  “Sure. I have a job tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?”

  “Um…I guess. That won’t get you in trouble, will it?” I asked.

  “No, Babes. I own the company.”

  I grinned and asked, “When can you get here?”

  “I’m about to knock on your door,” he answered.

  I headed toward my front door with a smile on my face. After I let him in, he pinned me to the wall for a long passionate kiss. Damn, I missed his kisses.

  The kiss led to such sexual friction that our clothes hit the floor before we’d even uttered a word. We let our bodies do the talking for us.

  I was sure that his teeth and stubble left marks. I know I marked his chest with my teeth. He finally leaned back and looked down at my breasts, one cupped in each of his hands, and said, “Hello there.”

  A little giggle escaped me but I sobered quickly when he slid me up the wall. It felt so damn good to have his cock inside me again. The sex was just as hot as always but didn’t last too long. I took that as a sign that he was very pleased to see me. Besides, we had all weekend long to fuck like crazy.

  That night, I cooked a quick meal of pork chops, mashed potatoes, and sweet peas. He inhaled it and got a second helping. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a great cook. The fact that he’d eaten so quickly made me grin.

  “Damn, Campbell, when was the last time you ate?”

  “Lunchtime. Why?”

  “Because my cooking sucks and you couldn’t have chewed that any faster,” I answered.

  “What? It tasted excellent. Give yourself more credit, Babes.”

  I barked a laugh and rolled my eyes. My pork chop had been pretty tough, but I’d eaten it anyway. If Campbell was bullshitting me, I couldn’t tell it. Who knows? Maybe his mother was just as bad of a cook as I was. Thinking about family, I asked him about his.

  He told me that his parents had passed away when they were hit by a drunk driver. When asked, I told him that my own parents lived near Portland and then I quickly changed the subject.

  After we ate, we settled down and watched a movie. The next day, he took me to Lan Su Chinese Garden. Motioning to a group of workers who were trimming and shaping the landscape, he asked, “What do you think?”

  Orange netting stretched out for as far as my eyes could see. They had a lot of work ahead of them. “It’s…um…what will it be after they’re finished?”

  “You’ll just have to come back and visit to find out,” he told me.

  I nodded and glanced back toward the team of workers. Campbell called out encouragement and a bit of direction before being asked to come over and look at something. I went with him, but walked down the orange netting for a ways further, trying to imagine what the outcome would be.

  When he was finished answering his crew’s questions, he returned to me and whispered, “I have a surprise. Follow me.”

  We walked for a while before entering the Teahouse. He led me to a balcony and said, “We have this all to ourselves. Get whatever you want. They have an excellent array of light meals and snacks.”

  We sat down and he ordered oolong tea. I had no experience with teas so I had to trust his judgment. Since we liked the same gourmet coffee, I didn’t think it was a big stretch.

  “Are you hungry?” He asked me.

  “A little. These look delicious.” I pointed to a dish and the server nodded.

  “Great choice. Let me have the noodle bowl. I’ll share my noodle if you’ll let me taste your dumpling.”

  The server didn’t bat an eye over his smooth sexually pointed tone. My eyes widened and I almost bit my lip off to keep from bursting into laughter. I managed to nod under Campbell’s amused gaze.

  I know my face had to be as red as my hair. When the server left, Campbell took my hand in his and said, “I already have dessert in mind.”

  “I’ll bet you do. Damn, Campbell. That man probably…”

  “Don’t worry about it, Babes,” he told me.

  The server reappeared with our tea. I took a sip and licked my lips. It was excellent. Throughout the meal, we flirted until I thought he was going to bend me over the table right then. Most of our conversation revolved around the satin lingerie he’d purchased for me, and him fantasizing over how it would look on me.

  “It looked expensive. You cannot rip it off,” I told him.

  “I bought the damn thing. I’ll rip it off if I want.”

  The thought of his strong hands unwrapping my satin-clad body made me wet, and I couldn’t quit squirming. He arched a brow over those smoldering eyes and asked, “Do you need to visit the restroom? You do, don’t you?”

  The way he asked wasn’t a question, but a strong suggestion. Before I could answer, he stood and offered a hand. “I’ll show you where it’s located.”

  When we walked back through the Teahouse, there wasn’t anyone around. I tugged at his hand and said, “Campbell, I really don’t have to…”

  “Oh, but we’re not really going to the restroom. This time, we’re visiting the kitchen.” He pulled at my hand and pushed through a door. I followed him. He grinned and pinned me against a stainless steel table. After a kiss that left me breathless, he whispered over my lips, “Trust me, Babes?”

  The minute I nodded, he pushed my back down onto the counter and said, “Then relax.”

  I patiently watched him pull my pants off. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me to the edge of the counter. Next, my underwear was tugged off, and he slipped them into his pocket. With a hand on each knee, he spread my legs and lowered his mouth to my pussy. I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a restaurant’s kitchen. At the same time, it was so forbidden that my thoughts tripped over themselves before totally crashing when he sucked at my clit.

  His tongue flicked my clit before sliding down to my slit and then across my asshole. I had never had a man do that before Campbell. His finger pumped into my pussy as his tongue slid back up to mercilessly tease my clit. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but gasped when his finger reamed my asshole before sliding inside. He tugged at my taint, causing me to twist and gasp his name. I had no idea what he did next, but the resulting orgasm flooded the small kitchen with my moan.

  He kissed my inner thigh and stood, fished in his pocket for my panties, and then handed them to me. I gaped at him, confused at first.

  “Get dressed. I was only able to clear the kitchen for twenty minutes or so.”

  That sent me into motion. I quickly dressed and followed him to the restroom. I couldn’t believe he’d thought about my pleasure before his. Both of us were happily smiling, though, when we entered the restroom to clean up. We left the Gardens and headed home after that.

  During the short ride, he had to answer his cell phone twice. I figured it was his work calling so I didn’t question him on it. I would find out later that he’d made a reservation at a snazzy new restaurant for the following evening.

  He needed to stop by his place to pick up something and asked me to come in with
him. His house was nice, but too big for my liking. When he pulled a pair of leather pants from his closet, I asked, “What’s that for?”

  “A new place opened up in Eugene. I have reservations there for tomorrow night. Next, we go buy something for you to wear.”

  “But…leather? Really?”

  “That’s right.” He didn’t explain anything, but asked, “You ready to go shopping with me?”

  I hadn’t been shopping in forever, especially not with a man. I had no idea that this little shopping trip would be somewhat of a turning point in our relationship. We retraced our steps and drove to a nearby place that looked kind of like a flea market. I didn’t want to be rude, but didn’t really think I’d find anything to wear to a nice restaurant at this place. He glanced at me and laughed before saying, “Don’t look so worried. I just want to walk around and discover what styles you like, talk for a bit, before we go all out.”

  “Okay,” I breathed on a sigh of relief.

  The first booth where he stopped had an assortment of whips hanging from a metal rack.

  “Ever used one of these,” he asked.

  “No. I’ve never ridden a horse or…why are you laughing?”

  He was laughing so hard that his face was turning red. I waited for him to stop and catch his breath. He shook his head and said, “These aren’t for horses. They’re for people into whips, floggers…you know.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. The man in the booth asked, “Not into getting flogged, are you?”

  I was obviously at a loss so I shook my head. The man took one of the whips down and expertly flicked his wrist. The resulting snap made me jump.

  Campbell pointed to a flat paddle. It resembled a child’s toy but I knew it wasn’t. The man took it down and handed it to him.

  “This is a paddle, Babes.” He handed me the item.

  It was fuzzy and soft on one side, and studded on the other. I slapped the studded side on my hand and tried to imagine being slapped on my ass. Glancing over at Campbell, I caught his grin. On impulse, I slapped his thigh with it. Those smoldering eyes went nuclear.

  “I’ll take this one,” I told the man in the booth.

  Campbell grinned as he watched me pay for it. While the man was placing my new paddle in a bag, Campbell pointed to a whip underneath a sign reading cat-o-nines and asked how much he wanted for it. To my surprise, he whipped out a hundred dollar bill.

  I watched the man put the cat-o-nine whip into the bag with my paddle. When we left, I told Campbell, “How painful is your whip?”

  “I’ll tell you later when you try it out.”

  “Me? You want me to use it on you?”

  “Why not?” He asked.

  I was mulling that over when I spotted an obvious sex shop. Campbell headed straight toward it. We looked around for a while. He embarrassed the hell out of me when he picked up a huge dildo and told me that he planned to purchase it.

  I assured him that I enjoyed the real thing and that this toy version was not required.

  “So, you’re not into toys?” He asked.

  I shook my head and shrugged at the same time. Truthfully, I’d never had a man interested in them. When I was alone, masturbation was done without the use of toys. He placed the huge dildo back in its place, but picked up a small vibrating device that fit over his finger.

  “I bet this would feel really nice, don’t you?”

  I grinned and asked, “I’m pretty vocal with you, Campbell. Do you think you need help pleasuring me or something?”

  “Not necessarily. I’m just getting to know what you like. Also, a bit of toys puts spice into things so we don’t get stagnant.”

  I had to laugh and say, “Stagnant?” Leaning closer to him, I picked up a dildo, lowered my voice, and reminded him, “You just had me for dessert in the Teahouse kitchen. I can’t imagine getting bored sexually…”

  “Babes, you look sexy waving that dildo at me. Ever fantasize about using one on a man?”

  That stumped me for a second. With wide eyes, I asked, “Have you ever had…?”

  “Oh, no you don’t. If you want to know my reaction to things, you have to try them and see for yourself. Do you want to purchase that? People are starting to glance at you.”

  My cheeks heated before I replaced the item. We moved to the counter where he purchased the little finger vibrating toy. After a few more stops at other shops, one being solely stocked with various types of rope, we headed toward the car.

  On the way, I asked, “Are you into BDSM or something?”

  “Would that shock you if I said I’d dabbled in a lot of things?” He asked in way of an answer.

  “Not really. I’ve had my curious moments. You know, people talk at work, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t pay close attention to what they said about it.”

  “And what did they say?” He asked while pulling out of the lot.

  “Um…most of the stuff was confusing. Some of the terms like top and bottom I could easily figure out. Of course, dominating and submissive is self-explanatory. Have you ever been dominated by a woman?” I asked because his grin had widened when I brought this up.

  “I have. It was rather enjoyable. Have you ever thought about dominating a man?”

  My eyes widened and I started laughing. “No, I haven’t. What would I do?”

  “Use the paddle and cat-o-nine whip. You could even use the little vibrator that I got. Punish the bad boy with a little striping and anal play.”

  I gaped at him. “Are you serious!? Anal? On you?”

  “As a punishment. Don’t get any ideas about me being bisexual or anything. Not that I think that’s wrong. I’m just not into men,” he said.

  I was completely blown away. He pulled into a high-end leather boutique, which brought me back to reality. “Campbell, I’m not about to pay for anything from here. Have you seen what they charge?”

  “Who said you were paying?”

  “No. You can’t buy me…”

  “Then, you’ll just have to punish me because I’m about to buy you the most expensive outfit in the place.”

  He exited the car, leaving me to pick my jaw up off the floor. Punish him? I didn’t have the first clue about punishing anyone.

  He opened my door and growled, “Get your ass out of there. I might have to guess what style you want. Better yet, maybe I should guess. The punishment would be much worse then, right?”

  I scrambled out of his car because I was suddenly afraid he would buy me some horridly skimpy outfit and expect me to wear it, just to anger me into a worse punishment. I have to admit, though, the more I thought of his suggestion, the more aroused I became.

  We entered the store and got bombarded with the overpowering fragrance of an overzealous saleswoman right away. Campbell didn’t say a word to her, but stared at me with an air of expectation. I realized that he wanted me to take charge.

  I told the pesky saleswoman, “I’ll signal you when I find something I like.”

  She turned all snooty and said, “Ma’am, this is not a mall.” Her eyes raked down my form before she continued, “And we might not have a size large enough for your…frame.”

  I squared my shoulders and said, “I need to see your supervisor standing in front of me in less than one minute. You do not deserve the commission off this kind man’s purchase. Move it…now!”

  She scurried off. I was rather pissed off now. Campbell growled from beside me, “Now that was some sexy shit, Babes. Remind me to piss you off later.”

  Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?

  A well-manicured woman materialized in front of me and said in a pleasant voice, “Welcome. My name is Nancy. If you need my assistance with anything, simply signal me. Would you like some coffee? We just received a wonderful imported hazelnut brew.”

  I smiled and said, “Thank you, Nancy, we would love some.”

  She quickly disappeared. I lost myself in looking at the various leather outfits and the delicate laces and silks.
A vibrantly colored leather and lace combo with a tastefully beaded pattern caught my eye. Unfortunately, the size was too small.

  Nancy reappeared and handed us two coffees. She was right. It was an excellent brew. After a sip, I asked her if they had the combo in my size. She held a finger up and grinned, “I’ll check. I must warn you that I don’t think we do have it in larger sizes. But, I have one similar to this that would simply look splendid on you. May I present it to you?”

  “Oh, you must. And, thank you for the suggestion.”

  I beamed at Campbell. “I have to be pushy more often. Her service is stellar.”

  He nodded, but seemed preoccupied by something. Nancy came back with the combo. She was right again. I was speechless over the creation she held out to me. The colors weren’t as vibrant as the one I’d chosen, but the sprinkled sequins and beads made up for it. I thanked her as she guided me to the dressing rooms.

  It fit perfectly. As I was taking it off, Campbell suddenly opened my dressing room curtain. I hissed at him, “What are you doing!? You can’t come in here.”

  “I just did,” he replied as his hand cupped my breast. His other hand raised to his mouth. With a finger over his lips to signal for me to be quiet, he whispered, “Turn and face the wall.”

  I couldn’t believe he was suggesting this. I shook my head, not expecting him to spin me around and grab the nape of my neck. His arm curled around my waist as he whispered in my ear, “How do you feel about me dominating you?”

  I’d thought about being submissive before now. Trapped in Campbell’s arms with my bare back to his chest, I practically purred, “That might work.”

  My arms had goose bumps down them and I was really turned on now. Assuming he was going to fuck me, my hips wiggled against his jeans. He surprised me again when he swiftly released me.

  “Get dressed, Babes. I’ll see you in the car. The dress is already paid for.”

  I slowly dressed, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. Was he already bored with our sex? I mean, we’d had plenty of hot sex in various places – both our vehicles, the Teahouse, my place, and even in a restaurant bathroom. I’d thought that was kind of disgusting afterward but had kept my thoughts to myself.