Sweet Treats

Part One

Chapter One

 

Henry knew he was spending too much time surreptitiously staring at her breasts, but he couldn’t help himself. The worst part was that he knew she was watching him, or at least she was catching him sneaking peeks over at her. He hated that his cock was growing uncomfortably in his jeans, but that was his fault because he had decided to dress comfortably for the all-day required seminar that was routinely dismissed by most of the staff at his agency.

If she hadn’t been wearing something so low-cut showing off her cleavage, it wouldn’t have been so bad.

Aimee, for her part, liked the attention. Why else would she be wearing something so revealing to a casual training seminar? Two reasons, actually. First, the seminar rooms were known to be hot and she didn’t want to overdress and be hot the entire day. Second, she knew she had put on some weight recently so she was curvier than usual.

Those were the two reasons she was going to use in public if someone said something. The two private reasons she kept to herself. First, she liked the attention of people staring at her boobs. They were already big and putting on a few pounds had actually helped that. Second, she was hoping that someone would tell her she looked hot. Aimee knew that wasn’t going to happen, but she could wish it all she wanted.

They were sitting two chairs apart. Both the chairs between them were empty as their seminar was only half full. That was good because too often the rooms were overcrowded. But it was bad because it was impossible to hide in the crowd. They were, however, sitting in the back row trying to avoid any interaction with the presenter or the other attendees.

After the mid-session break, Aimee boldly moved one chair closer to Henry. The crowd was taking its time settling down so she managed to catch his eye when he glanced over at her cleavage one more time.

“Hi. I’m Aimee.”

Henry guiltily blushed and averted his eyes to the front. “Henry.”

“Do your friends call you Hank?”

“Ha! Um…no. Henry.” He glanced back at her and couldn’t help but sneak another look at her cleavage.

She caught him again and smiled. “Like what you see?”

Henry couldn’t answer. Most of the conversations between people at these training seminars revolved around where they worked, why they had to be there, and how much the training sucked. He had never flirted with anyone in a seminar because he didn’t have the confidence to do it.

Aimee had flirted with guys at seminars before, but either they were too old for her to seriously consider, or they were too turned off by her extra weight to take her seriously. She didn’t consider the possibility they were too intimidated to pursue her.

His blush turned redder. “Sorry. I shouldn’t stare.”

“I don’t mind,” she said softly. The room was coming to order and things were quieting down.

Henry used that as an excuse to face forward and not have to interact with her.

Aimee took that as a challenge. Tearing a piece of paper from the folder they had been given to make things look organized and official, she wrote on it and slide the slip across the chair to Henry.

It was like in high school. He couldn’t help but pick it up. Aimee. Call/text me. She added her phone number on the bottom.

That he could do. Cell phones weren’t banned at the seminar so he slipped his out of his pocket. Flirting via text or messenger he could do because it never went anywhere.

—Sorry to stare, but you make it hard not to.

There was a buzz from her small purse. She removed her phone, read the message, smiled, and picked out her own message.

—Am I making anything else hard for you?

He glanced over at her. She was staring at him and completely ignoring the speaker now. Her smile was bold and she lifted her eyebrows at him.

Henry was hard and he shifted in the chair. It was uncomfortably hard. Not knowing how to respond he just stared at the message on the phone. It buzzed again in his hand as Aimee sent another text.

—Want to cut out of here early and get to know each other?

 

They had gone to a restaurant the moment it was clear to leave the seminar. Henry had stared across the table at her cleavage the entire meal. She didn’t mind and actually encouraged him. When she said her place wasn’t far he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Maybe she wasn’t his type, but he really didn’t have a type. Why would he say no?

Her apartment was attached to a semi-suburban house. The moment they walked in the door, their hands were all over each other and Henry found kissing her lips was easy and incredible. They were soft and luscious. Her tits pressed into his chest. They were soft and she didn’t mind them being crushed. He was certain she could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

It wasn’t exactly luck, but things had progressed ridiculously fast for Henry. He was geeky and awkward at best and here he was in a woman’s apartment and moving toward the bedroom.

She wasn’t perfect, but neither was he.

For her part, Aimee was thrilled to have given in to her inner desires and was happy that Henry was playing along. While he seemed uncomfortable and at first it seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else but alone with her, it was working out well.

She was reasonably certain that even though his cock felt huge in his pants, it was probably a lot smaller than it seemed. It was just the denim making it seem larger.

Still, she wouldn’t have been disappointed if it was exactly as advertised.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Henry asked as they moved through the door to her bedroom. The room was small but the bed seemed huge.

“I’m doing it, aren’t I?”

“Aren’t we moving kind of fast?”

Aimee paused. She liked that he was only a couple of inches taller than her. Maybe he was a bit skinny, but he was firm in all the right places. “Since when are guys worried about that?”

“I can worry about it,” he said defensively, but with a grin as well.

“Are you looking for a relationship?” she teased.

Henry didn’t know what he was looking for. “Maybe,” he hedged. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”

She kissed him again and slid her hands up from his waist, under his shirt, feeling his warm skin and firm muscles. “The only way you can screw this up right now is by being lousy in bed,” she said as she ground her hips against him, feeling his hard cock under his clothes was driving her mad with lust. “Let’s see how our physical relationship goes and then we’ll work on an emotional one.”

That seemed strange to Henry, but Aimee had been in the same position before. She had created an emotional attachment when she shouldn’t have. Now all she wanted was a little bit of sex.

Maybe a lot of sex.

Emotional needs could wait. Physical needs were immediate.

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

She paused; Aimee was in the process of pushing up his shirt to get him naked. “Yes, I’m sure. Ask me again and I’ll say no and kick you out of here.”

“Okay,” he agreed. There was no reason to say no that he could think of. “What do you want to do?”

“Let me be in charge, okay?” she asked as she got his shirt off. To her delight he wasn’t thin and weak; he just wore overly baggy clothing. Maybe he wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he was lean and muscular in the way she liked. Once he was topless things progressed quickly.

They fell to the bed together. She was conscious of the fact that she was heavier than he was, but since Henry wasn’t complaining, neither would she. They were both on their sides but he slowly asserted himself and eventually wound up on top as they kissed, exploring each other’s mouths and necks.

Henry lost his nerve as he started kissing his way down into her cleavage.

Noting his pause, Aimee looked down at him, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, remembering his promise not to again ask ‘are you sure?’

“Anything and everything you want.” She pushed him back a bit and fiddled with the buttons on her blouse. There were only a couple. Opening them exposed her powerful black bra and what seemed to Henry a massive amount of lovely, soft flesh. He swallowed and she smiled at his reaction. She could feel his cock again her leg, so there was that too. More than anything at that moment she wanted her bra off, but he was half pinning her down and admiring her tits.

There was no rush.

She let him play and struggle a bit in trying to get the garment off her chest while trying to feel her nipples through the material. The bra that Aimee wore wasn’t some pretty scrap of lace and fluff that was decorative only. Hers was a marvel of bioengineering designed to evenly distribute the weight of her tits so that she could walk like a normal person while at the same time give her a womanly shape.

The struggle was fun.

“Like them?” she asked as Henry was in the process of pulling down the material of one cup to try to expose her nipple. That wasn’t going to work.

“Uh…yeah,” he said like a boy who had been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.

“I grew them myself.”

“What?”

She resisted rolling her eyes. Maybe humor wasn’t the best thing to try out on a first-time encounter. “They’re officially double Ds.”

His brow furrowed in puzzlement. “Okay…”

“The usual question I get from guys is how big my tits are,” she explained.

“Does it really matter?”

“To them it does…I guess.”

“I mean…they’re nice and big and all, but does it really matter what the measurement is if you like them?”

Even if Henry was putting on a good guy act—which she didn’t think he was capable of—it was the right thing to say. “The question right now is: do you like them?”

Henry paused and thought carefully but quickly. “Well…yeah, boobs are great. Who doesn’t like boobs?”

“That’s the right answer.” She pushed him back and sat up. “Do you know how to unhook a bra?”

“Uh…yeah.”

Aimee twisted a bit and showed off the back strap. It had five hooks that Henry could count. “Normally I just pull it up and over my tits. Get it off me without a problem and I’ll make sure you’re suitably rewarded.”

She was already going to reward him, so this bit of play didn’t really matter, but it was fun.

Henry took on the challenge. He laid back down on top of her, which she thought was strange, and then rolled her on top of him. She went with it. His hands were busy on her back. It turned out that Henry wasn’t lying or bragging. He knew to loosen the tension and then try to release the hooks. There was little struggle to get completely off. The cups fell from her breasts and Aimee sat back, displaying herself to him.

“Like what you see?”

He didn’t reply but simply reached up to caress her bare skin. Her nipples contracted and hardened as he touched them. It sent a shiver down her spine.

“They’re lovely,” he said softly, pulling her down to him just enough so that his lips could find her flesh.

That was even better. She felt the thrills running from her tits to her brain and down to her stomach before finally settling in her pussy. She was quickly becoming a moist pit of desire that would welcome the invasion of his hard cock.

She didn’t hold back any longer and rocked her hips on top of him. Since she was straddling his body it was easy to flash back to high school when dry humping was a real thing for her. Other girls claimed to cum from it, but it never did all that much for Aimee.

This time was different than before.

Time passed quicker than she realized. Henry’s eager mouth was all over her tits, going back and forth between them, sucking and nibbling at the nipples, making her entire body quiver not just with desire but with pure lust.

Maybe it was because she was riding him, maybe it was because he had a talented mouth, maybe it was because she was extra horny because it had been too long since she had last gotten laid, but without realizing it she was on the verge of orgasm and she hadn’t even gotten her pants off. Or his for that matter.

Like back in high school indeed.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned softly as he continued to suck on her left nipple. She could feel him doing it strongly, much harder than seemed normal or safe or wise. That didn’t get her to pull free of him. She wanted more. Her hand went to her free breast where she pinched the nipple and her hips continued to ride on top of him. She wasn’t getting much friction between her legs, but it was just enough to keep her more than interested.

“I’m gonna…” she managed to get out before her body quavered with the ineffable fever of orgasm.

Henry pulled back in amazement. He had seen his fair share of women cumming before, but never had it happened when both his and her pants were still on. The way she shook and reacted made her beautiful. No, it made her more beautiful. She was already beautiful in his eyes.

Even so, he couldn’t really believe it. “Did you…did you just cum?” he asked.

Aimee had the good manners to look embarrassed even if she really wasn’t and was completely satisfied with herself over the unexpected orgasm. “Yeah I did.”

“Wow.”

After a moment of silence, Aimee burst out laughing. “That was so understated. But thank you.”

His brow furrowed. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because you made me cum. It’s only polite. I was raised to have good manners.”

Not knowing what else to say, Henry nodded and smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“Want to keep going?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice for that. “Sure!”

They were both topless at this point. Aimee ran her hands down his chest to his stomach. She could just feel his muscles under his skin. Pausing at his waist she let her fingers lightly rest on the top edge of his jeans. For Henry, that made things worse. He could feel his cock getting harder just from the presence of her fingers. She literally didn’t have to do anything other than keep her fingers there to get him hard.

“Handjob?” she offered. “Blowjob? Straight on fuck?”

Swallowing hard because she was offering everything to him, Henry nodded. “All of those, please.”

“In that order?”

“Sure.”

Aimee unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Together they tugged down both his jeans and underwear to free his cock. It wasn’t as big as Aimee had imagined, but it was more than satisfying to both the eye and her hand. Years before she had gotten into bed with a guy and while she didn’t think he was huge, when he had gotten out his dick she was sorely disappointed.

There was no such disappointment with Henry.

“I like your cock,” she complimented him as she started to rub him gently. “It’s just the right size.”

“Is that a way of saying I’m too small?” A look of fear and disappointment clouded his face.

Aimee shook her head firmly. Why were so many guys so hung up on the size of their dick? As long as it worked and wasn’t too huge or too tiny, she didn’t care. Most women didn’t care. “Not at all. I like it. You’re not a woman so you don’t know what it’s like when a cock comes out and it’s too small. I’m not a size queen, but still.” She kept her hand busy on his length, up and down with a little twist as she worked. “I’ve only been with one guy who was big, but he wasn’t even that big. Just above average. He thought he was huge. And he was a lousy lay.” She smiled and pulled back her hair. “You’re the perfect size so you should be the perfect lay, right?”

Lowering her face down to his cock, she inhaled his masculine scent and engulfed his glans. She tasted the little bit of precum that had leaked out. It was a nice little spike in flavor to start the whole process. While Aimee never considered herself an especially accomplished fellatrix, she was enthusiastic in giving head and that was more than enough to satisfy the few guys she had been with.

Henry wasn’t complaining.

He was already hard, more than hard enough for actual sex, but he wasn’t brave enough to actually ask for that so he let Aimee do what she wanted. It was an easy compromise. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to finish in her mouth or her hand or if she would stop and they would have penetrative sex. He was literally under her control and in her hands. Already he was close to cumming so he hoped she would make a decision soon.

Instead of picking up the pace of her blowjob, Aimee actually slowed down and, maybe to impress him or maybe just to show off, she slid his entire length into her mouth and down into her throat.

Henry had never been deep throated before and it felt weird. Nice, but weird. He didn’t want to cum that way and was relieved when she backed all the way off, leaving his cock a slobbery mess. She popped up, threw back her hair, and smiled at him as she switched from blowing him to jerking him off. “Did you like that?”

“Yeah…”

“A little trick I learned.”

“It was great.”

“Want to fuck now?”

“Yeah!”

She laughed at him. “I like your enthusiasm.” Aimee moved off him and rolled to the side of the bed while Henry pushed his jeans all the way off along with his socks and shoes.

“Goddamnit!” Aimee burst out. He looked over at her. She was pawing through a basket at the side of the bed.

“What’s the matter?” He felt a little vulnerable being naked next to her while she was still partly dressed.

“I’m out of fucking condoms!” Aimee angrily tossed an empty box on the bed.

Henry couldn’t resist. “Do you have any regular condoms?” he joked.

It took her a second to comprehend what he was saying. “Very funny. Do you have any on you?”

“I stopped carrying one in my wallet back in high school.”

“Stupid way to carry one anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want to go to the store right now.”

“We could just do oral if you want,” he offered. “Or…”

“Or what?” she said sharply. “Anal? That’s not going to happen.”

“No. That’s…uh…that’s not a first date sort of thing to do.”

“Or what then?” Aimee was obviously pissed, probably at herself, but it was making Henry nervous which wasn’t helping him maintain his erection.

“Or we could do something else?”

“Something else what? Play monopoly?”

Henry shook his head. He was looking at her tits because that was easier than looking at her angry face. It was a bold request for a first date—such as it was because it wasn’t much of a first date—but what did he have to lose?

“What’s your position on décolletage intercourse?”

Aimee just looked at him a moment. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Umm…can I…uh…you know…fuck your breasts?”

It took her a moment to understand. “Oh. You want to titty fuck me.”

Though it seemed impossible, Henry managed to blush even redder. “Yeah. That.”