Sweet Seduction (BBW Erotica Romance) Read Online Free PDF

Living near Lake Michigan means you
become familiar with the term, Lake Effect Snow, most likely during
your first winter there. As the snow begins to fall it seems like
the predictions of the weatherman were wrong again, just more
fear-mongering for TV ratings or something. Send everyone to the
grocery store in a panic for no reason. But then while you're
distracted with other things the snow keeps falling. The snow is a
tortoise and you are a hare. Seems like last time you looked out
the window there was only a slight dusting, but now there's six
inches on the ground and another six, possibly twelve are on the
way.
    Then it pours big flakes of snow on
the ground and everything is covered in cold mashed potatoes. It's
a nice view from inside a warm, toasty home but with a shovel in
your hands, your fingers frozen and stiff, even through two pairs
of gloves, each unique little snowflake becomes your enemy. And
there are millions of them, invading your world, parachuting down
from the heavens.
    I finished shoveling the snow from my
driveway, knowing I'd have to do it again in the morning, but also
knowing it was better to shovel six inches twice than deal with a
foot of snow at once. My whole body was hot and sweating, my face
cold and my nose running, my fingers and toes freezing, as I
unpeeled my many layers of clothing. I made myself some hot
chocolate and plopped down in front of the TV in my boxer shorts
and an old t-shirt. This couch wasn't very comfortable to sit on,
but it was a dream to lay on.
    I won the battle of Monday morning
with my snow shovel and my aching back, but no one gave me a medal.
I just took a pain reliever and a shower, then dressed for work. My
job was boring but it gave me a lot of time to get to know my bored
co-workers in the office too.
    I hoped I worked with Rosa today. I
hoped she didn't call off because she couldn't get out in the snow.
I hoped she still dressed in heels and stockings that covered her
sexy legs and a skirt that I could imagine being lucky enough to be
underneath. I hoped she wore a skirt that was too tight, one she
wanted to tell herself was her size but really wasn't. Because I
wanted to watch her fat ass fight against her clothing when she
walked. Rosa has these deliciously thick thighs that I desperately
want to use as ear muffs. These thoughts made a mundane Monday
morning something a little more cheerful, something full of hope.
Perverted hope, but it still counts.
     
    “God really gave Mother
Nature a facial, didn't he?”
    “Oh my god,” Rosa burst out
laughing, it was loud and full of joy and it made me like her, it
made me want her. I could just keep her in my pocket and carry her
around, she was so damned cute, and curvy in all the right
places.
    “This. This is why I am
your friend,” said Rosa.
    I beamed a smile at her in response as
I surveyed her body.
    “I wasn't too loud, was
I?”
    “That's what she said, and
no, we're the only ones here so far. Jim called and said he wasn't
going to bother coming in today and Laura is stuck in San Diego
with all that terrible sunshine and warm temperatures and whatnot
so it looks like it is just us today,” I said.
    “Well, I don't think we'll
be getting much work done then,” said Rosa. My cock throbbed as my
fantasies ran wild in my head, but I knew she meant that we would
just joke around and goof off with each other while doing some
occasional work. Like usual, but moreso today.
    “Do we ever?”
    I watched her stomp snow off of her
boots as she took her coat off. Rosa had worn pants, I was slightly
disappointed it wasn't a skirt, but it was understandable in the
weather. At least the pants were nice and tight, just like I
imagined her ass to be, as I watched her walk to the coffee machine
and then she turned to me with a look.
    “What? I make terrible
coffee, I did you a favor,” I said.
    “You did me a favor by
doing nothing?”
    “Makes sense, doesn't
it?”
    “Typical man, want me to
wait on you hand