his little gordita

When I was a young girl, I was a little overweight, well, in truth a lot overweight. Everyone always said how pretty I was, but that I just needed to get that baby chub off of me. When all my girlfriends started going out in HS, I was left behind...left home watching the Partridge Family and eating popcorn. Our family had a hispanic gardener named Jose. He was always kind to me, smiling and polite. His skin was tanned and wrinkled, and he had a mustache. Thinking back, he was probably about 50. One day, I noticed him looking in my window. I was on the bed in my robe, and he saw me. When he realized I saw him, he looked away quickly. I was aroused by his stare, so I opened my robe and let my large breasts show. He looked again, and then he licked his lips at me, very sensually. I got up and opened the french door to my room, and he came in. He reached down and cradled my breast and sucked it and bit the nipple. I got wet down below. I told him I was embarrassed to be so large (a size 22), and he said, "Oh, I like the fat ones, my gordita. More cushion for me...." He and I had the most incredible sex for many years. He was a kind and thoughtful lover....who appreciated my amble curves and helped me understand about own self worth.