From across the room my eyes met his. Recognition sparked in our eyes. His mouth dropped open in surprise and I was sure mine followed. I had talked to Zachary just the night before online. What were the chances
To the outside world, I am a nice 31-year-old business woman - single, a good co-worker, a good big sister and bit of a social butterfly. Im 510 with a slender, toned frame. I work hard to keep myself in shape and dont have problems meeting men my own age, those who are older and want to be a sugar daddy and even some who are younger who flatter me with their thinly veiled and purposefully bad guesses at my true age. With a laugh and naturally throaty voice, I tell them Im comfortable in my natural 34DDD skin and that flattery will get them nowhere. But of course it does. I have long brown hair and ice blue eyes that sometimes draw as much as attention as my breasts. Ok, thats a lie.
Thats to the outside world. My online life is darker, more sexual. I dont know why, maybe it is because Im not truly meeting someone and therefore it is easier to let go. Online I tend to haunt dating sites, have no problem showing off on my webcam and love chatting and phone sex. My one true fantasy is as a size queen, and that is ultimately what led me to LPSG and an online meeting with Zachary on a Sunday night.
I love LPSG, but never really believe some of the sizes. Ive spoken to a number of men, some with verified pictures and some without. Most men either embellish or wont provide prove with a cam. And so it was with some level of skepticism that I started talking with Zachary. After all, he had no pictures on the site and could only offer me his word that he would share once we got to know each other.
He was a very kind and courteous 23-year-old man. He was up front about a girlfriend and we actually talked for a good while without ever bringing up LPSG and the obvious reasons we would both be there. But finally my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him why he was on LPSG.
A girlfriend, he LOLd on the chat screen. Shes just a friend. Weve never been more. But she also knows the physical and psychological problems I have with my size.
I couldnt help but smile to myself he seemed so shy. And what would those be? I typed.
He went on to describe being made fun of growing up, difficulties with women, the fact that he wore special underwear and baggy pants to hide his bulge and never being able to fit nearly all of himself in a woman. As with most endowed men he lamented most about not getting good blowjobs. What is it about men and getting head?
During his typing and occasional pauses to rearrange himself as he wrote to me, my curiosity reached critical mass. I wanted to know what he looked like because if he looked like he typed I wanted to see more.
And so I asked. Can we move to an instant messenger with a cam?
Sure Karen, he answered. I would love that. By the way, where are you? Im in North Carolina.
My heart almost stopped. I was from Virginia but was in North Carolina visiting family over the weekend and the next week. With a bit of shaking fingers I told him what a small world it was. Again he LOLd me and we left to meet on a messenger.
I was anxious as I opened his cam invite. With an inward sigh of relief I saw his face. He was lying on his stomach with his head and shoulders propped up on his elbows. His cam must have been on his laptop as he was looking straight into the lens and thus right at me.
He was handsome with soft brown eyes and brown hair. He was pretty tan and I remembered hed told me he had just returned from a cruise with some friends. I wouldnt say he was strikingly handsome, but he was cute, very cute actually. I was happy with what I was seeing. It was his eyes that I would remember and trigger my surprise at seeing this same man at my family gathering the next day.
I could see his eyes react upon seeing me and was pleased with what I could tell were good (and hopefully naughty) thoughts in his mind. I was sitting at my desk with a bra and running shorts on, my cleavage tantalizing him at the edge of his view. I have to admit I was a little self-conscious about my hair and the fact I wasnt wearing any makeup.
You are just beautiful Karen, he breathed. Im sorry, Im a bit nervous. But wow.
I smiled at him. You are good looking yourself. What are the two of us doing online?
We both chuckled and proceeded to some small talk to get over the initial nervousness of two people chatting for the first time. I was pleased to find out he was a nice sincere man with a lot of interests, a good job and good life. I must say that the little voice dressed in red sitting on my shoulder wanted to know what I would see if he stood up though.
It was around midnight so he was lying in bed shirtless. I could tell by his shoulders and arms that he was a lean, not muscular, but in good shape. In the blurry background, I could see the outline of part of his butt and legs. It was out of focus, but I could tell he was wearing nothing but what looked to be boxer briefs.
Finally, the little devil got the best of me and I asked to see him. He was happy to oblige if I would stand up to show off myself. I did so gladly, relishing his look as I did a little turn. I hope you like what you see Zachary, I teased.
As a breast man, I think I am in love Karen, he shot back with a smile. I watched as his eyes took in my form, lingering on my large, full breasts before continuing their sensual appraisal of me as a woman. Damn you are just amazing. To be honest, I didnt know what to expect. But thank you.
Now its your turn, I answered, sitting back down and biting my lower lip in anticipation. While hed never actually said he was well hung, hed certainly suggested it and I was hoping I had read those signals correctly. It would make him a perfect package.
As he lifted himself from the bed in a pushup style, I looked down his chest and stomach and caught a brief glimpse of what I was in store for. My eyes widened and I bit down on my lip a little harder. That couldnt be it; it was a shadow or a trick of a fold in his underwear. What I had seen was a huge lump stretching the fabric of his underwear. I couldnt see how far it went down the leg, or if it even did, because of the angle. I could only see that it pushed the fabric down from his crotch toward the bed.
And then he was rolling over and I lost sight of everything. He was turning his laptop to the side so I could see him standing next to the bed. Slowly, he turned it until finally I could see a full frontal of his body.
I gasped out loud...
To the outside world, I am a nice 31-year-old business woman - single, a good co-worker, a good big sister and bit of a social butterfly. Im 510 with a slender, toned frame. I work hard to keep myself in shape and dont have problems meeting men my own age, those who are older and want to be a sugar daddy and even some who are younger who flatter me with their thinly veiled and purposefully bad guesses at my true age. With a laugh and naturally throaty voice, I tell them Im comfortable in my natural 34DDD skin and that flattery will get them nowhere. But of course it does. I have long brown hair and ice blue eyes that sometimes draw as much as attention as my breasts. Ok, thats a lie.
Thats to the outside world. My online life is darker, more sexual. I dont know why, maybe it is because Im not truly meeting someone and therefore it is easier to let go. Online I tend to haunt dating sites, have no problem showing off on my webcam and love chatting and phone sex. My one true fantasy is as a size queen, and that is ultimately what led me to LPSG and an online meeting with Zachary on a Sunday night.
I love LPSG, but never really believe some of the sizes. Ive spoken to a number of men, some with verified pictures and some without. Most men either embellish or wont provide prove with a cam. And so it was with some level of skepticism that I started talking with Zachary. After all, he had no pictures on the site and could only offer me his word that he would share once we got to know each other.
He was a very kind and courteous 23-year-old man. He was up front about a girlfriend and we actually talked for a good while without ever bringing up LPSG and the obvious reasons we would both be there. But finally my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him why he was on LPSG.
A girlfriend, he LOLd on the chat screen. Shes just a friend. Weve never been more. But she also knows the physical and psychological problems I have with my size.
I couldnt help but smile to myself he seemed so shy. And what would those be? I typed.
He went on to describe being made fun of growing up, difficulties with women, the fact that he wore special underwear and baggy pants to hide his bulge and never being able to fit nearly all of himself in a woman. As with most endowed men he lamented most about not getting good blowjobs. What is it about men and getting head?
During his typing and occasional pauses to rearrange himself as he wrote to me, my curiosity reached critical mass. I wanted to know what he looked like because if he looked like he typed I wanted to see more.
And so I asked. Can we move to an instant messenger with a cam?
Sure Karen, he answered. I would love that. By the way, where are you? Im in North Carolina.
My heart almost stopped. I was from Virginia but was in North Carolina visiting family over the weekend and the next week. With a bit of shaking fingers I told him what a small world it was. Again he LOLd me and we left to meet on a messenger.
I was anxious as I opened his cam invite. With an inward sigh of relief I saw his face. He was lying on his stomach with his head and shoulders propped up on his elbows. His cam must have been on his laptop as he was looking straight into the lens and thus right at me.
He was handsome with soft brown eyes and brown hair. He was pretty tan and I remembered hed told me he had just returned from a cruise with some friends. I wouldnt say he was strikingly handsome, but he was cute, very cute actually. I was happy with what I was seeing. It was his eyes that I would remember and trigger my surprise at seeing this same man at my family gathering the next day.
I could see his eyes react upon seeing me and was pleased with what I could tell were good (and hopefully naughty) thoughts in his mind. I was sitting at my desk with a bra and running shorts on, my cleavage tantalizing him at the edge of his view. I have to admit I was a little self-conscious about my hair and the fact I wasnt wearing any makeup.
You are just beautiful Karen, he breathed. Im sorry, Im a bit nervous. But wow.
I smiled at him. You are good looking yourself. What are the two of us doing online?
We both chuckled and proceeded to some small talk to get over the initial nervousness of two people chatting for the first time. I was pleased to find out he was a nice sincere man with a lot of interests, a good job and good life. I must say that the little voice dressed in red sitting on my shoulder wanted to know what I would see if he stood up though.
It was around midnight so he was lying in bed shirtless. I could tell by his shoulders and arms that he was a lean, not muscular, but in good shape. In the blurry background, I could see the outline of part of his butt and legs. It was out of focus, but I could tell he was wearing nothing but what looked to be boxer briefs.
Finally, the little devil got the best of me and I asked to see him. He was happy to oblige if I would stand up to show off myself. I did so gladly, relishing his look as I did a little turn. I hope you like what you see Zachary, I teased.
As a breast man, I think I am in love Karen, he shot back with a smile. I watched as his eyes took in my form, lingering on my large, full breasts before continuing their sensual appraisal of me as a woman. Damn you are just amazing. To be honest, I didnt know what to expect. But thank you.
Now its your turn, I answered, sitting back down and biting my lower lip in anticipation. While hed never actually said he was well hung, hed certainly suggested it and I was hoping I had read those signals correctly. It would make him a perfect package.
As he lifted himself from the bed in a pushup style, I looked down his chest and stomach and caught a brief glimpse of what I was in store for. My eyes widened and I bit down on my lip a little harder. That couldnt be it; it was a shadow or a trick of a fold in his underwear. What I had seen was a huge lump stretching the fabric of his underwear. I couldnt see how far it went down the leg, or if it even did, because of the angle. I could only see that it pushed the fabric down from his crotch toward the bed.
And then he was rolling over and I lost sight of everything. He was turning his laptop to the side so I could see him standing next to the bed. Slowly, he turned it until finally I could see a full frontal of his body.
I gasped out loud...