She was in her mid-twenties and was what used to be called plump: not overweight, really, but with a little extra padding around the stomach, hips and thighs. Mature sex I handed her the glass of water and she took a few swallows before handing it back to me. I turned my face away, saying, “Whisper it in my ear.”
Then I waited. C-could we maybe…meet somewhere?” Her voice was practically a squeak by this point. One question: would you prefer me to be warm or cold?” Seeing her blank expression, I explained, “That is, would you like this to be kind of a friendly spanking or would you like me to be sort of cold and distant? Without thinking, she reached back with one hand as if to cover the spot but I pushed it away, saying, “Keep reading.”
“Oooo. So I waved back and approached her slowly, as if she were a deer that I was trying not to frighten.
