Susan

The lump in your throat was made apparent by a dry swallow; you raised your hand to Susan's door and knocked three times, each rap on the wood seeming like it echoed across the busy city neighborhood.

Waiting for what seemed like a miniature eternity, the hair on your neck raised, accentuated by your nerves telling you that you might've made a bad decision. Deciding to ignore your cold feet urges to run away, you stood on uneasy feet, until you heard the footsteps shuffling on the other side of the door. Standing here, in the middle of your city, on an overcasted afternoon, you questioned your intent behind coming here. What drew you to this random woman? Your internal contemplations were cut short as the door opened to reveal Susan, staring down at you with a fiendish, energized smile.

"Hey there, cute stuff." Your initial assumptions about her being heavier than stated in her profile were correct; she was wearing the same floral sundress, contrasted against her sunbaked, freckly white skin. The straps of her bra were poorly fit around the straps of her sundress, which desperately clung around your breasts and midsection; she had visible weight around her stomach that was poorly masked by her outfit choice - again, your internal contemplations were interrupted by her enthusiastically bringing you in for a hug. "Come here, let me get a feel of you" Nearly manhandling your tiny frame with ease, she brought you in close to all 6'5" of her and squeezed tightly, running her hands up and down your body as if she was feverishly looking for something. The softness of her body was surprising, as you were nearly engulfed by her massive frame; this softness gave way to something more nefarious growing under her dress, and she shifted her hips to begin grinding into you. Close enough to smell her now, a mixture of cheap perfume and some odd, nondescript smell wafted into your nostrils; not bad, but you began to realize that the smell permeated across her house, a weird type of stale, musty air that hung across both her and her living accommodations. She grabbed you by the shoulders and held you at arms length away from her, nearly eyefucking you with that same fiendish smile.

"You ready to have some fun?" She said, her mascara-caked eyes nearly peering through your soul. "Let me show you the house."

Susan took your hand and led you through her home, pointing out various rooms, and odd bits that you really didn't care to know about, but gave her the dull satisfaction of nodding your head and humming every time she showed you something new. Her house was sparse, but decorated normally; you were more in your thoughts, still, about why you were here, in some random woman's house, who was rearing to take advantage of you. In a similar theme to the rest of this day, your thoughts were again interrupted by her finalizing your tour with a visit to her bedroom. A sparse room, with an old headboard and equally older, squeaky mattress, stained and covered by another floral print duvet. Great. Still manhandling you, Susan sat you down on the bed, nearly towering over you as she stood directly in front of you, nearly too close for comfort. You noticed a bottle of lube on the dresser across from the bed, and a bead of sweat began to form at your forehead. Looking down at you, Susan ran her hand through your hair, and began massaging her crotch through her dress, kneading a growing bulge with her other hand. "Get comfy, I'm gonna have fun with you" she said, through excited breath.