New York

The big city, 9 million people. Easy to get lost… especially on purpose.

You find Amanda in the cafe. She’s wearing sunglasses and a black wig to cover her blonde hair, just in case her idiot of a husband passes by. She is also wearing a pride flag T-shirt, something that repulsed her husband on sight, making sure he would never get close enough to see it was her.

“Hi babe.” You say, walking up.

“Hey girl…” she said, standing up and kissing you. In your hometown, this would seem weird… but not here. No, here, she could be your girlfriend openly.

You two share a coffee before taking a walk in the park, holding hands as you went, passing a few other queer couples along the way.

“I wish I hadn’t been so hard on you” Amanda says as you walked “we could have started this a whole lot sooner.”

“No use dwelling in the past.” You say “what matters is we’re here, now.”

You made for an interesting looking pair. You were a little closer in age to Charlotte, Amanda’s closeted trans daughter, to to your hot as F MILF lover, but you didn’t care.

She had Triple D boobs, and that was what attracted you to women in the first place. You were a boob girl, plain and simple.

You found a secluded spot under a bridge to make out. Your hands caressing those massive milk mounds. Your tounge finding it’s way to its counterpart.

You rubbed her body against your own.

“Suzy… I love you.”

“I love you Amanda!”

Amanda looked on the brink of orgasm. You upped the tempo.

“Oh… oh Suzy… oh! MARRY ME!” Amanda moaned as she came.