I could feel the stares as I crossed the crowded bar. A few glances I returned, but mostly I just ignored them. Why should I bother wasting my time with someone who I knew was not my type? I hated this game, hated the whole notion of having to spend my time in bars hoping to meet the right woman for me. I should just face it; I would never meet the woman of my dreams in a bar or a club.

At the bar two separate ladies offered to buy me drinks, but I turned them both down. They just weren’t my type. They were the typical big boobs, small waist, and no brain type of gals and I’d had my fill of those. What I wanted was a real woman, a woman I could hold on to. I wanted a beautifully voluptuous curvy woman, not a walking stick with silicone.

By the early morning, I had given up hope of meeting anyone. Another wasted night at the local bar, I thought as I paid my tab. In my mind I swore off this place, refused to waste another night here. Outside the night was misty. I looked up at the cloudy sky and knew that it would storm soon. Sure enough as I started to walk home the sky opened up. It was a torrential downpour. In less than a minute I was soaked all the way to my silky thong. I ran quickly into the nearest entryway to wait for it to ease up.

As I stood there my stomach growled with the delicious aroma that emanated from behind me. I looked around to see that I was standing in front of a bakery and from the smell of it, a very good one. I peeked inside and even though it was dark, I could make out the most delicious looking pastries, cakes, and pies. I smiled with delight at the sight of them. The more I looked the more appetizing it all appeared. That’s when I noticed her. She was moving about in the back, and she was gorgeous.

Her hair was long and wavy just like the curves of her body. She moved with such grace and confidence that I was immediately turned on. I found myself getting aroused as I watched her bend down and carefully place the pies in the display case. From where I stood I could see her big succulent breasts press up against the neckline of her shirt. I didn’t know if it was the rain or her, but I was very wet.

I didn’t want to startle her but I wanted so badly to know her. Lightly I tapped on the window. I didn’t think she had heard it at first but after a minute she looked up in my direction. I saw her approaching me, her apron stained with traces from all the baked goods she had created. She had the most dazzling white smile. It was the first thing I noticed as she got closer to me.

“I’m sorry. We’re closed,” she said.

It took me a minute to think of what to say. I was just so taken aback by her. “I know, it’s just that it’s pouring outside and I’m so soaked. Do you mind if I come in for a second to dry off?” I thought it was a long shot, but she looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t turn someone in need away.

Her eyes grew large as she noticed how hard the rain was coming down. Quickly she turned the latch and opened the door. “I am so sorry,” she said. “When I start baking I tune out everything around me. I should have noticed how hard it was raining.”

I entered and looked around. It was such a quaint little café. Why had I never noticed it before? I wondered. “It’s no problem. I’m the one who should be sorry for intruding on you like this, when you’re obviously so busy.” I said.

“No, no, don’t be silly. Look at you, you poor thing.” She patted some of the rain away from me. “Stay here,” she said and quickly disappeared into the back of the bakery. I took a seat in one of the chairs and watched her disappear. When she returned she had a big towel, which she wrapped around my shoulders. It was nice and warm. Then as if she had known me for ages, she started drying out my hair. Her breasts jiggled in front of me, and it was all I could do not to take them in my hands and caress them. I leaned in closer to her and smelled her sweet aroma. She smelled delicious.

“You’re incredibly sweet,” I said. “I can’t believe I’d never noticed this place before. I’ve been coming to this part of town for ages.”

“Well, you must be like all the other pretty girls around here. They only come out at night.” Her voice was light and airy.

“You think I’m pretty?” I asked.

“Oh come on, you know you’re pretty. Your boyfriend must be one lucky guy.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said and quickly added, “or a girlfriend.” I looked up at her and smiled. She turned bright red, smiled back, and quickly looked away. I thought she was so adorable. I stood up and took her hands in mine. Slowly I leaned down to her and gently placed my lips on top of hers. It was a very light kiss, but I could feel her body respond to it.

As I pulled away our eyes met. She had the brightest green eyes, even in the darkness of the café they shone. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. I opened my mouth to do so but she placed her finger on my lips and silenced me. Her eyes closed and her lips reached up for mine. I pulled her closer to me and took them. She held on to me and kissed me passionately. Together we sank down to the café floor. My body sunk into hers. It felt so good to press up against a real woman.

With the tips of my fingers I traced the outline of her cheek and her neck. Her skin was soft like silk. I let my mouth wander from her lips down to her clavicle. She moaned as my hands reached under her shirt and pulled them off her along with her flour covered apron. I looked down at her, her breast were so large and soft. I slipped off her bra and admired her large brown nipples. My mouth watered as I took her nipple between my lips. My hands squeezed her ample breasts.

As I suckled her my hands traveled down her round stomach to her skirt. I wanted so badly to feel her inside. I wanted to reach inside of her with my fingers and make her cum. Her skirt slid past her hips easily and to my surprise she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was covered in a thick forest of red curly pubes. They were fire red just like the locks that cascaded from her head. I found her clit and with long deep strokes, I massaged her, her body wriggling under me. I held on to the back of her neck and rode her to ecstasy. She covered my fingers in her sweet juice, so much of it, as if she hadn’t cum in months.

Her liquid ran down my fingers onto the palm of my hand. I sat up and wrapped my legs around her. Everywhere I looked there was more of her. I pulled off my top and my bra; With my cum covered hand I rubbed my breast. They were so small compared to hers but like hers they were natural. She smiled up at me as I covered my left nipple with her juice then licked it off. I did the same to my right breast, I covered it with her juices, but instead of licking it off myself I let her do it. I leaned down until my breast grazed her plump lips. With hungry lips she devoured my breast, eagerly suckling it and licking up all the cum from it.

I let my body sink into hers. Her skin on mine felt so warm. I pulled off my jeans and panties all at once. I needed to feel my entire body against hers; I needed more than anything to feel our skin touch. Once I was completely naked I gave myself completely to her. She wrapped her big arms around me and pressed me to her. I took her lips in mine and started to grind my hips against hers. The way we rubbed back and forth had me reach climax quicker than I had ever done with another woman. I didn’t even have to touch myself I was so close to cumin.

I pulled my lips away from hers and threw my head back. I was going to lose it. She pushed herself against me, quicker and harder. I moaned louder and louder as my whole body was overcome with pleasure. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I screamed as I reached orgasm. She held on to my waist as the cum oozed out of me and onto her. It had been the most intense orgasm of my life, and all thanks to this wonderfully voluptuous vixen.

Exhausted I collapsed against her. She let me rest my head on her chest and cradled me. Never had I felt so warm and safe. Being on top of her was like floating on a heavenly cloud. I never wanted to move.