Sunday

Sunday Diary Entry

Today was a roller coaster, to say the least...

I woke up, took my medicine, then as I tried to get dressed, I once again felt like my clothes right didn't fit right. The clothes I JUST BOUGHT yesterday, the bras are already too tight and I can barely button the jeans I loved with the rhinestones, my ass and thighs are practically busting at the seems! I took a picture of me in the jeans and a t-shirt and sent it to Dr. Winters. She told me to send her pictures if I felt the medicine was still causing weight gain, I expected to have to wait for a response, but before I could even set the phone down, it beeped.

She told me she couldn't tell much a difference, and with all that clothing on, it was hard to note anything, she said if I wanted her professional opinion she'd have to see me in something that showed a difference. I remember I had taken a few pictures while shopping for swimsuits, so I sent her those as a "before" option, then went and put on the one piece. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was immediately aroused. The one piece with the navel cut out made my stomach look perfect, my huge breasts look like they could spring free at any moment, my now thimble sized nipples poked against the fabric driving me crazy. I turned to take a picture of the side and my large round ass was practically eating the bottom half as it disappeared between my plump cheeks. My thighs were wet with how turned on I was sending these pictures to Dr. Winters, I hoped she wouldn't think I was trying to come onto her.

As I sent those pics I got a text from Simone, asking who I was taking pictures for, and at that moment I turned and saw her watching me through the window. My knees got weak as she waves to me with those long, shiny fingers of her. I saw her own hard nipples press against her tank top as she turned laughing out of the room. I couldn't take it, at that point I ran into the bathroom and started masturbating, two fingers deep inside my warm wet pussy as my thumb rubbed my clit and I pinched my hard sensitive nipples, I came quickly, squirting all over the title floor like the horny girl I've become. The room smelled of sex and arousal, and I cleaned it up quickly, realizing it was Sunday morning and I had no intention of going to church to play the good Pastor's wife ever again.

I wanted to swim with Simone, sunbathe, have margaritas or whatever cold drink she was always sipping on when sending me pics in church. Looking at the mirror my one piece was a complete mess, so I took that off and put on the more "scandalous" of the two string bikinis I bought with her yesterday. I also put on my Silicone Free tank top and a jean skirt Simone talked me into yesterday. I sent her a pic, asking if her pool was open. She texted back that is was always open for me, and that she just needed to get into her suit. I once again crept near the window, trying to hide behind the curtain. I could've sworn she checked the window before slowly... and I mean SLOWLY... peeling off a pair of pink leggings. I think I may have caught a quick glance of her wet pussy lips as she slide the tiny thong bikini bottoms up her strong legs and thick thighs. God I wish I could be that tiny piece of fabric between her legs... Dammit got distracted. She pulled off the tank top and freed her large breasts, seeing her dark hard nipples against her tan perfect skin. She put on her triangle top that barely covered those hard pebbles and left the room.

As I headed out the door my phone went off. I looked and saw a text from Ian asking where I was. I shut the phone off and left it in the house. Then went over to Simone's.

She opened the door slyly, she had clearly noticed where I was spending my Sunday morning, "Glad you decided to spend sometime with a heathen like me this morning instead of on your knees pleasing some god" she said, the powerful words sliding out of her sultry mouth making me squirm in my skirt. She gave me a wink and we hugged again, and she pulled me into the house. I saw her take my body in, and it felt... right, I twirled a bit feeling the jean skirt billow and the cold air of her AC hit my plump ass cheeks, I could hear Simone moan when I did that, her nipples threatening to tear what little fabric her bikini top had. My chest was so large in this "Silicone Free" tank top that the bottom of my stomach was on display, I could tell Simone wanted me, wanted to touch me, grope me, tear the clothes off me right there in her doorway, but she shook her head slightly and began swaying her hips as she went out towards the back patio.

I felt... well I felt a lot of things. I felt wanted, desired, and that's why I continued to follow her sexy ass out to the patio. I felt horny as fuck, wanting to feel the touch of someone else's body against mine, to experience true passion. With Ian it was rarely ever about fucking, it was always making love, slow until it was over too quick. I was also no longer embarrassed by my body, my hard nipples strained against my tank top, my thighs slick with need, I experience want, need, passion, and I wasn't going to hide it anymore. I wanted to drive Simone crazy, just like she had over the past few weeks.

Out on the patio I slowly slid my skirt down, bending over in her eye line to give her a great look at the small swimsuit disappearing between my now ample cheeks. I wondered if the sunlight was showing off my wet need that had dripping onto my thighs. Fuck I feel like a pervert describing all this in my diary, but reliving it is so fucking hot! I don't understand what's happening, I feel like it must be too much over-stimulation. I then turned and peeled that tank top off, taking it slow so my big tits bounced and jiggled when I pulled it over my head. I thought I saw Simone's jaw on the ground, however she quickly composed herself.

I dove into the pool, wanting to get my body slick, "Needed to cool off" I said winking, that's right WINKING, at Simone for some reason. She was rubbing suntan lotion between her long fingers and rubbing it on her stomach, her thighs, and her breasts, I know she could tell I was watching everything she was doing, my pussy was on fire. Reflecting on this as I write it down, I can't believe how over the top this all was. She did her legs, then offered me the bottle, "Want to get my back, or are you too busy cooling off?" She said winking back.

I got out of the pool quickly and tried not to run over to her. She re-positioned herself on the lounger, laying on her stomach, her tits looked amazing as she looked up at me, "Make sure you get everywhere, rub the lotion in deep, I don't want to burn this body." I poured a good amount in my hands and rubbed them together, starting up her legs, rubbing her strong calf muscles that seem to flex as I touched them. Rubbing the backs of her thick thighs, feeling my body ache to lean down and kiss them, though I knew I couldn't. "Make sure to get the inner thigh too" She said as I got more lotion and rubbed, feeling a faint stickiness between her thighs, a sense of arousal for her. She moaned as I worked her muscles and thighs, I opened the bottle and poured some lotion on the large vast mound of her thick sexy ass, rubbing her cheeks as she let out another moan. "Fuckkkkkk, that's it baby" she said softly, "Shit Lori, you ever thought of being a masseuse?"

"Just don't want your cute butt to burn" I said, once again feeling like I had crossed over into some other territory that was new to me. I didn't flirt, I had no game, yet here I was, leaning over this curvy sun kissed goddess, and I'm commenting on her butt?

"Only like it to sting after I've been naughty and need a good spanking" She said, and I nearly collapsed right there. Holding myself up by gripping her cheeks. She let out another moan, "MMMmmmmm yessss baby" She lifted her hand and untied her bikini top, "Don't want any tan lines" she said, but I could see the sides of her breasts even as she laid on her stomach. I regained as much composure as I could, moving up her back massaging it as I rubbed the lotion in. Seeing as she is so tall, I was struggling to cover her all without just taking a seat on her bubble butt. I knew I couldn't do that because I knew my own arousal would be WAY to evident. She let out a few more moans as I got her back, but I may have rushed through it a bit, I was getting lost in lust for her. I finally stepped back, as she looked up, "Finished honey?" I nodded speechless at this point.

She then did the unthinkable, she sat up leaving her bikini top on the lounger, her large breasts less than two feet away from me, her nipples practically pointing at me, as she adjusted herself on the lounger I also glanced and saw her bikini bottoms had a large wet spot on them. She outstretched her hand, "Want me to do you next?" She said winking.

My knees got weak, I nearly fainted right there, but something else pulled my attention away. I heard my own front door slam, and then pounding on Simone's front door. I heard Ian yelling, "Lori! Lori! I know you're over there, answer the door RIGHT NOW!" I was at a loss, my mouth agape, I realized where I was, what I was wearing, how even if I put my skirt and tank top on, I still looked like a fucking slut. I panicked, but Simone quickly tied up her bikini top, threw on a cover up and told me to grab my clothes and head into the bathroom. All I could hear was Ian pounding on the door, until Simone opened it and started yelling back. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but after a few minutes Simone told me he had driven back to the church.

When she opened the door, I tried to hide my tears. I apologized for that awful scene. Embarrassed that he had come to her door, screamed at her, she held me in her arms and told me it was going to be okay. I told her I needed to go, that I didn't know what to do with my feelings, and that I was all mixed up. I cried there in her arms, and she just held me. She told me she understood, and kissed the top of my head, I got dressed and went back over to my house.

I picked up my phone and turned it on. I had 20 missed calls, and 45 text messages, each message getting angrier and with more screaming. Ian was pissed. Mad that I hadn't played my role for him. I was so angry, so tired from all the effort I put in. The attempts to spend time together, that last visit to the church to surprise him, only to be met with some busty fucking receptionist. I hope he left to hate fuck that redheaded slut of his. I don't know how this happened. I tried, so hard, and none of it mattered. The only time I feel good is after my appointments with Dr. Winters, and whenever I'm with Simone.

I called Dr. Winters in tears, she tried to calm me down, gave me some breathing techniques, tried to calm me over the phone. I felt better, but I am going to see her tomorrow, I just feel lost.