Hues Of Lust: BBW Erotic Holiday Story Collection includes Lustful Holiday Romance & BBW Erotic Romance (4 Valentine Romance Short Stories: BBW Romance & BBW Erotica) (4 page)

It was a strange thought, wanting someone who could be there to walk the dogs, but it was more than that, much more. She wanted someone to take her out to dinner, to the cinema, someone to talk to when she cooked meals in her kitchen. She also yearned for someone to compliment her on her fashionable dress sense that wasn't her boss!

Later that cold afternoon in January, Barbara left for work, dressed to kill. She wore a lacy ruche body constructed mini tank dress with adjustable spaghetti straps and a stretchy zigzag lattice on the back. She wasn't dressed for the weather, but rather to be sexy. She wanted to be noticed and knew that no man in the office could avoid her when she was dressed so provocatively.

The boss certainly didn't. He looked across at her from his office, noticing her leafy green eyes full of confidence and her walk more like a big and beautiful model strutting her stuff on a catwalk. He had entertained the idea of inviting her out on a date, but he knew that business and pleasure should not mix. He kept his affections for her hidden, locked away in his mind.

Just as Barbara sat down at her desk, a beautifully wrapped pink parcel was delivered to her from reception. How strange, she thought to herself. It wasn't her birthday and by the look of the wrapping, this contained something expensive. She unwrapped the parcel, to find a box with the writing Jimmy Choo on it. A grin crept onto her face as she realised somebody had bought her an $800 pair of lavender Jimmy Choo high heels!

A note accompanied the box. She read it carefully: Put these on and meet me for lunch at Antonino's Restaurant on Northern Boulevard at 1pm sharp. A rush of blood swept through Barbara's body as she realised that whoever had sent her this gift was doing so in response to her Facebook status. She glanced around the room to ensure nobody was monitoring her computer and logged onto Facebook to see how many people had clicked 'like' on her status.

There were four likes, the first from Edward Bell, her old school friend who she barely remembered, two from her girlfriends Tina and Rosie and a fourth from a work colleague named Joe, a man old enough to be her father. Surely not, she thought to herself, glancing over to see Joe waving at her as her eyes met with his across the open office.

Barbara kicked off her heels, replacing them with her new Jimmy Choo shoes. They fit perfectly and she wondered how this secret admirer knew her feet size. She could barely concentrate on work that morning as her mind continued to race. She constantly glanced at the clock positioned on the adjacent wall from her office space. Barbara felt like a school girl again, all excited about the mysterious date she was having that afternoon. As the hours passed by, she became increasingly nervous, yet thrilled at the same time.

She knew it would take approximately 15 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. At a quarter to one, she called out to her work colleagues to let them know she was leaving the office for lunch. Joe waved again, but did not attempt to move from his chair. That counted him out of the equation. Barbara took the elevator to the ground floor, smiled as she walked past security and headed for the exit. This was going to be fun!

Barbara arrived on Northern Boulevard and found a nearby parking spot to the restaurant. Her heart began to race as she locked the car and walked towards Antonino's. As she peered into the window she noticed a man wearing a Versace Leather Biker jacket and tight jeans. His hair was blowout burgundy and he had a neat goatee. It was Edward, a man who somehow made a cross between a SNAG and a bad boy look extremely appealing!

He smiled as she slowly walked towards his table. Barbara attempted to smile back but her nerves were almost out of control. She took a seat across from him and thanked him for the shoes. Edward leant across the table and whispered softly, "You are welcome." At this point, Barbara's legs were like jelly, wobbling underneath the table. She was totally falling for him, before they even had an opportunity to talk.

Talking just made him more appetizing. He spoke articulately and told her about his career and future ambitions. Edward worked as a photographer for magazines such as Vogue and Sports Illustrated. He also owned a boutique fashion shop near Broadway in New York City. As they dined, Barbara found herself fantasizing about posing with her voluptious and naked round body for Edward on a secluded beach. Just the thought of it sent chills down her spine.

The date had been almost perfect, however an incident occurring an hour after she had met Edward left her confused and very scared. Two men, dressed in dark suits and of European descent, stormed into the restaurant and approached Edward, yelling at him in French. Barbara had studied it back in school, but had forgotten many of the words. She hoped that what she could remember would allow her insight into the conversation.

There were words and phrases she understood quite well, and what she heard, from both the aggressors and her date, intimidated her. One of the men who approached Edward mentioned something to the effect of Edward photographing a 16 year-old model nude. The more he spoke, the louder he raised his voice, threatening Edward, who initially seemed unfazed by the accusation. Barbara glanced across the table, making eye contact with Edward, before he turned his attention back to the aggressors.

Edward, who had appeared quite calm, suddenly pulled a Swiss Army knife out from his pocket and flicked open the blade. He lunged towards the man who accused him of photographing an underage model naked and narrowly missed his neck. A woman on the next table screamed and a waiter ran towards the front desk to dial 911. The aggressors fled the scene.

Barbara was in a state of panic. She stood up and just as she went to exit alone, Edward grabbed her by the hand and whisked her out of the restaurant. Handing her a helmet, he lifted her on to the back of his motorcycle and rode off quickly. Barbara had never been on a motorbike and held onto Edward tight, feeling both scared, yet also exhilarated by the experience.

"What the hell happened back there?" she yelled, as he continued to speed down the road.

"French Mafia, known as the Unione Corse. It turns out I photographed the bosses daughter naked."

Barbara was really freaking out now, with multiple thoughts racing through her mind. Was she about to be hunted down and shot? Was Edward illegally photographing teenage girls? Who was more dangerous, the French Mafia or the man in front of her on the motorbike?

"I know what you're thinking," Edward replied. "Her agent told me she was 20. He produced fake ID of her as well."

As soon as danger passed, Edward pulled over to the side of the road. He let Barbara off the bike, so she could call a taxi and return to work. It was far too dangerous for him to escort her back there. Acting as the perfect gentleman, he waited until a taxi arrived, kissed her on the side of her face and told her he hoped to see her again.

If Barbara had thought it was difficult to concentrate at work that morning, the afternoon shift created quite the challenge but she was not averse to the thought of seeing him again because not only did he intrigue her sexually, she also wanted to find out his true identity and his real secret and most importantly why he knew so much details about her...

Story III

This was the busiest time of year for Callie. One which she was dreading. That was probably a little strong. Still it wasn’t something she looked forward to.

She ran a cake catering business together with her friend Barbara out of her home. Her friends said the two girlfriends have to expand if it kept going so well for them. She felt reluctant about that as it meant more work and responsibility for the two of them and she knew Barbara her best friend.

Barbara her best friend preferred to splurge eating cake and watching TV during the holidays rather than convincing Callie to expand the business.

Why did she pursue this business with her friend Barbara then? She knew she had the talent and Barbara had the taste for rich flavored cake, the wit and the looks on her side. It was Barbara who pushed Callie's passion from just being a hobby to making it a career and starting up a business together. Callie seemed to have more pleasure in it when it was more of a past time and without the pressure that is keeping her busy all the time now while her friend was enjoying the real life.

Back to why it was a busy time of year for her. It was coming up on Valentine’s Day. Not her favorite day of the year. Some would say it was because she wasn’t in a relationship. That’s why it held no joy for her. That came across like she was bitter and jealous. Even when she was involved with a man or woman it still wasn’t something she particularly cared for. That led people to think that her partners hadn’t been romantic. Overall, they were. Especially on that day. She would receive cards, candy, flowers, stuffed toys and such. She felt that people should be loving and giving throughout the year, not, just on a certain day. She did have a generous and amorous nature.

She was also curious and a seeker of knowledge. As opposed to Barbara, she was more the nerdy type with a bit too much weight on. Who could

blame her with all the cake business going on around her all day long. There really isn’t any dependable information on St. Valentine other than he died on Feb 14th north of Rome on the Via Flaminia. It’s not even certain if he could be identified with one or two saints of the same name. It was all very vague and ambiguous as to why there should be a day for him. It wasn’t even a legal holiday. People didn’t take school or work of for it. To her it was a non-event. Her other girl friend Olivia said, "As women we’re expected to be starry eyed romantics. Which is unfair. Not everyone gets mushy over Valentine’s Day. Of course, not everyone has the disdain for it as you do either." "It would be okay if people didn’t make such a big deal over people who would rather take a pass on it. We’re not all devoid of poetry in our soul. Just because we’re not thrilled by that day." Callie returned.

Why was she even wasting her thoughts on this? She was to meet with a new client, Grant Kendall. She had had initial contact with him to discuss her catering his parent’s 40th anniversary party. That was something to truly celebrate. From just that brief interaction she found him to be intelligent, witty and goodhearted. He also had short, dark, wavy hair with brown eyes that had flecks of gold. Those were a complement to her shoulder length, straight, honey blonde hair with aquamarine eyes. Why was she daydreaming about that? She shook herself from her reverie. He was a client. She didn’t mix business with pleasure. The latter could seriously affect the former.

Callie took another slice from her prefered St. Valentine's cake and enjoyed her treat before gathering up her laptop, folders and case. She went out to her car and before she drove off, checked her report, to make sure she had the correct information. When she ascertained that she did, she put her seat belt on and started the engine. After she was done with the meeting with Mr. Kendall, she had Valentine’s decorations to pick up. Hearts and cupids and the like. She should have done this sooner, but, she was dragging her feet. Her friends considered her the Valentine’s version of Scrooge or the Grinch.

She turned the radio on and went through the stations she had preset. She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood to listen to. She’d know when she came across it. Maybe she’d put in one of her CD’s. She had pushed the button for the standards/big band station, when, she heard the beginning melody of, La Vie en Rose. She stopped searching. Her heart swelled up. She wasn’t sure why, but, this was one of those songs which always got to her.

For all of her friends, who didn’t think she had any poetry in her soul, well, here was an example of how romantic she could be. She just didn’t care for a phony holiday that was designed to make people feel bad if they weren’t coupled up. Though, to her, it wasn’t much better when you did have someone special. These things should happen naturally and sincerely. She was about to see a client. She didn’t have time for such ideas. Her friends would probably say she was in need of a relationship. She was too occupied with other matters to involve herself in one. She was attempting to get her business established. Something else they had encouraged her to do. Then they would say, having a dalliance, here and there, couldn’t hurt. She never could be that casual, however.

She let the song finish and then she turned the radio off. No music for right now. She needed to have a clear head. She pulled out of her driveway and made her way to Grant’s home. It was a 12 minute drive, as long as, the traffic was good. She contemplated what she would offer him. He had definite concept in mind. More than some of her clients. She would still mention other options. It was important to her that all of her clients be aware of their various choices. Before she knew it, she was pulling into his street and in front of his house. She did a quick check to make sure she was presentable. Why didn’t she wear something besides this simple peach top and cream colored pants? She had to remind herself, he was a client, not, a love interest.

When she reached the front door, she rang the bell. As she waited, she noted what a well kept yard he had. She also appreciated that he had an enclosed porch. It reminded her of her grandparent’s home. She was about to knock when she heard him ask, “Who is it?” “Hi, Grant, it’s Callie. Here for our appointment.” She answered. “Of course. I was in the back garden and had last track of time.” He responded, opening the door. He invited her in. “Let me show you to the living room. You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable, while I clean myself up a little.” He directed her to an overstuffed armchair. “Thank you. What a lovely room. Very inviting.” She told him, taking in the rich and vibrant colors of the furniture and artwork.  “I tried to make it welcoming. I’ll be right back.” She glanced around and saw that the room was tidy, but, not fussy. Though in both a faded grey sweatshirt and blue jeans, with his hair a bit mussed, her breath had caught a little. She really must get a hold of herself.