By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2001 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Bill Stevens threw on his flashers, jumped out of his car and dashed across the street.

“A dozen red roses, long stemmed,” he said, bursting through the door.

“Looks like you’re running late,” the florist smiled, choosing and wrapping the flowers in record time.

Bill lay the flowers on the passenger seat, next to a small black velvet box.  Presents for Maggie.  He’d met Maggie three years ago on a blind dinner date.  She’d peered at him curiously from behind thick glasses.  Black bangs and long wavy hair accented a creamy complexion and a sweet, round face.  She was wearing a white sweater set, which Bill hated, but her shy smile touched him deeply.  Offering her hand, she looked right into his eyes, and Bill was embarrassed as he struggled to hold her gaze, struggled because her incredibly large bosom was drawing his eyes like a magnet. 

“God, help me,” he’d said to himself  “I want to hold her, feel them pressing against me, touch them.”

Over dinner, she’d listened intently to his customer service adventures and talked with quiet intensity about her job in the bookstore.  When they left the restaurant, they were holding hands and Bill was feeling more aroused and yet more comfortable than he had with any other woman in his life.  He’d taken her home and they made love that very night.

“I can’t believe what’s happening,” she’d whispered, as they kissed goodnight.

“I can’t either,” he’d said, her breasts squeezed between them, his cock hard again.  He hadn’t wanted to say goodnight.  Hadn’t wanted to say goodnight since then.  And tonight he was going to ask her to marry him.

“Mrs. Maggie Stevens,” Bill mused, as he turned into the visitor’s parking lot.  An unexpected fear trembled deep in the pit of his stomach.  It wasn’t about giving up other women.  Looking was good enough.  But he thought of the galleries of women carefully saved on his computer and his collection of videos.  Videos of high-heeled, large-breasted women leering from his television screen, massaging their huge tits to the rhythm of his hand on his cock.  Earth shattering orgasms.  Bill sighed.  He couldn’t imagine Maggie putting up with any of it.  No, those private pleasures would have to be left behind with his bachelorhood!  He gathered the gifts, slammed the car door and sighed again.

Bill knocked and the apartment door opened.

“Come in.”

“Maggie?” Bill gasps.

Maggie’s usually cascading hair is piled high.  Naughty curls escape around her face and neck.  In three-inch heels she is imposing, legs spread wide, hands on hips that are covered by a black fishnet bodysuit that stretches from neck to ankle across the curves of her ripe body.  He can see her breathing hard, gigantic breasts rising and falling, straining toward him. 

“Maggie!”  Bill is rooted in one spot, clinging to his roses and the little black box.

Soft music spills around her like the rosy glow that emanates from every light bulb in the room.

“I’ve missed you, Baby,” she whispers.

She begins to move, thrusting her hips side to side, lewdly back and forth.  She hugs herself, enlarging her breasts, swaying seductively.  She dances around him.  Wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her tits into his back. 

He feels pre-cum oozing onto his trousers. 

“Oh, God,” he moans.

Dancing in front of him, she licks her finger.  Plunges it deep inside her puckered lips.  Withdraws it slowly.

“Are you hungry?” she asks, forcing that same finger deep inside Bill’s mouth.

Bill sucks, licks, bites strokes, fucks her finger … a man fucking himself, fucking her.

“What have we here?” Maggie asked.

Bill handed her the roses, fumbled with the box.

“I love you, Maggie.  Will you marry me?”

“On your knees,” Maggie commands.

Bill drops to his knees.  He can smell Maggie’s cunt.  His eyes are fixated on the mountainous tits looming over him.  He reaches . . .

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” Maggie said, offering her hand.

Trembling, Bill slipped the diamond onto Maggie’s finger.  They held each other tight and kissed into the future.