I stood by the graveside, my heart heavy with grief as I bid farewell to an old friend. It had been years since I last saw Jennifer, my high school buddy, but her sudden passing had hit me hard. I had a soft spot for nostalgia, couldn’t help but reminisce about the good old days. I was a big girl, always had been, with a full figure that some might call voluptuous. My blonde hair, now elegantly styled, framed my pretty face, and my green eyes held a hint of sadness as I watched the mourners gather.
Among the sea of black suits and somber expressions, a tall, broad-shouldered man caught my attention. He stood out not only because of his striking appearance but also due to his unusual profession. His name was Byron, the undertaker responsible for Jennifer’s funeral arrangements. He had a certain air of sophistication, with his dark hair neatly combed and a well-trimmed beard that accentuated his strong jawline. I found myself drawn to his deep, compassionate eyes, which seemed to hold a world of secrets.
As the ceremony concluded, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Byron standing behind me, his tall frame towering over my 5’6″ stature. His warm smile instantly put me at ease, softening the harsh reality of the funeral.
“Ms. Carol, I presume?” His voice was like velvet, smooth and soothing. “I’m Byron, the undertaker. I wanted to offer my condolences and also thank you for your kind words about our services.”
I managed a small smile, appreciating his gesture. “Oh, Byron, it’s lovely to meet you. And please, call me Carol. I’m glad Jennifer’s send-off was so… peaceful.”
We exchanged pleasantries, and I couldn’t help but notice his intense gaze, as if he were studying every curve of my body. I was no stranger to attention, being a BBW with a confidence to match my size. My ample breasts strained against the fabric of my black dress, and I could see Byron’s eyes lingering there. It was a look I was familiar with, but there was something different about his admiration.
“Carol, I must say, you’re a vision. It’s not often I’m so captivated by someone at a funeral. May I be so bold as to ask if you’d consider joining me for a cup of coffee? I’d love to get to know you better.” Byron’s words were laced with a hint of nervousness, and I found his sincerity endearing.
I was taken aback by his forwardness, but his charm was undeniable. Despite my initial hesitation about dating someone in his profession, there was something about Byron that intrigued me. Perhaps it was his ability to find beauty in the midst of sorrow or the way his eyes lit up when he spoke.
“I’d love to, Byron. It’s not every day I get asked out by a handsome undertaker.” I flashed him a playful smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation.
We made our way to a nearby café, finding a cozy corner where we could talk without interruption. Byron’s choice of profession was a unique one, and I was curious to know more. As we sipped our coffee, he opened up about his work, his passion evident in every word.
“You might find it morbid, Carol, but I see beauty in the rituals of death. Preparing a body for its final journey, ensuring it’s presented with dignity—it’s an honor.” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “And when I see the comfort it brings to the grieving families, it makes it all worthwhile.”
I listened intently, captivated by his passion. His hands gestured animatedly as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice their strength and grace. I imagined those hands caressing my body, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“You have a gift, Byron, not just in your work but also in the way you speak. It’s rare to find someone so passionate about their profession.” I leaned forward, my eyes locking with his. “And I must admit, I find your appreciation for the female form quite… intriguing.”
A slight blush crept up his cheeks, and he chuckled softly. “I’ve always had a soft spot for BBWs, Carol. There’s something about a woman with curves—it’s like a work of art, meant to be admired and cherished.”
His words sent a thrill through my body. I’d always embraced my size, but hearing it described as art was a new and exciting experience. I felt a connection with Byron, a shared understanding of beauty beyond the conventional.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before we knew it, hours had passed. We discovered a mutual love for old movies and live theater, and Byron’s knowledge of the city’s cultural scene impressed me. He suggested we catch a play together, and I eagerly agreed, excited to explore this new connection.
As the date of our theater outing approached, I found myself growing more and more attracted to Byron. His texts and calls were a delightful mix of sweet nothings and intellectual conversations. He had a way with words, making me feel desired and appreciated.
On the night of the play, I dressed to impress, choosing a form-fitting dress that accentuated my generous curves. My blonde hair fell in soft waves, and I added a touch of red lipstick, a bold statement that matched my confident stride. Byron’s eyes widened when he saw me, and his smile was like a warm embrace.
“You look absolutely stunning, Carol. I can’t wait to show you off to the city.” He took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
The play was a delightful comedy, and Byron’s laughter was like music to my ears. His arm around my shoulders felt natural, and I snuggled closer, inhaling his subtle cologne. As the curtain fell, we shared a lingering kiss in the theater lobby, our passion ignited by the night’s entertainment.
“I don’t want the night to end,” Byron whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “Come back to my place. I want to show you my… collection.”
Intrigued by his mysterious invitation, I agreed, my curiosity getting the better of me. Byron’s apartment was a cozy sanctuary, filled with mementos from his travels and books on various subjects, reflecting his diverse interests. But it was his bedroom that truly captivated me.
“My sanctuary,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “This is where I find solace and pleasure.”
The room was dimly lit, with candles casting a warm glow. Soft jazz played in the background, setting the mood. Byron’s bed was a massive four-poster, draped in luxurious fabrics. I ran my fingers along the silk sheets, imagining the pleasures they had witnessed.
“Do you like what you see, Carol?” Byron’s voice was thick with anticipation.
I turned to face him, my eyes locking with his. “I love it. But I’d love it even more if you showed me what makes this room so special.”
He stepped closer, his body radiating heat. With gentle hands, he untied the sash of my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stood before him in my lingerie, my full breasts spilling from the lacy cups, my hips rounded and inviting. Byron’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight.
“You’re breathtaking, Carol. A true goddess.” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples to hardness. I arched into his touch, my head falling back in pleasure.
“I want to worship every inch of you,” he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
He guided me to the bed, his hands exploring my body with reverence. He kissed and licked my sensitive spots, making me squirm with desire. His fingers deftly unhooked my bra, freeing my heavy breasts. He suckled my nipples, drawing them deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling in exquisite patterns. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.
“Your body is a masterpiece, Carol. I want to savor every curve.” Byron’s words were punctuated by his skilled mouth, moving lower to kiss and nibble at my belly.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my thighs. I lifted my hips to assist, eager for his touch. He paused, taking in the sight of my exposed pussy, glistening with desire.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.
Byron’s tongue darted out, tracing my folds, making me gasp. He lapped at my juices, his mouth working its magic, driving me wild with pleasure. I gripped the sheets, my hips bucking as he found my sweet spot, his tongue flicking relentlessly. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body trembling in his arms.
“That’s it, my love. Let go,” he encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire.
After my climax, Byron rose to his knees, his eyes smoldering with passion. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing a muscular body that rippled with strength. His erection jutted proudly, thick and veined, a testament to his desire.
“I need to be inside you, Carol. Can’t wait any longer.” He positioned himself between my thighs, his cock nudging at my entrance.
I guided him in, my body welcoming his invasion. Byron filled me slowly, his length stretching me deliciously. He paused, letting me adjust to his size, then began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with abandon.
“Yes, Byron! Oh, you feel so good,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. His hands gripped my hips, guiding our movements, as he buried himself deep within me. I matched his pace, my body responding to his every stroke, our pleasure building to a fever pitch.
“I’m close, Carol. So close,” he groaned, his face contorted with ecstasy.
I tightened my muscles around him, milking his cock, and he let out a primal roar as he came, filling me with his hot seed. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our hearts racing, our bodies intertwined.
As we lay there, sated and satisfied, Byron turned to me, his eyes shining with adoration. “Carol, you’re incredible. I never imagined I’d find such passion and beauty in one woman.”
I smiled, my heart overflowing with joy. “And I never thought I’d find such a caring, sensitive man in an undertaker. You’ve shown me that beauty can be found in the most unexpected places.”
Byron’s lips found mine, and we kissed passionately, sealing our newfound connection. Our first date had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the somber funeral to the explosive passion we’d shared. I knew this was just the beginning of a journey filled with love, lust, and the unique appreciation of a man who saw beauty in the most unconventional of places.
