This didn't happen until later in life, after the term "Friends with Benefits" was coined. It was after my divorce. At the time I lived in a medium sized city in the Midwest (United States), and there just wasn't that much opportunity for a middle-aged guy to meet women. For one thing, it was a fairly tight knit blue collar community, and I had a graduate degree, a professional job and I wasn't a native. The locals already had their friends and relatives and cliques. Another thing is I don't hang out at bars. The smoke kills me. It was only a couple years ago that they outlawed smoking in bars in that state.
Like a lot of people, I decided to give the online dating sites a try. Most of those sites suck big time. One even admits the male to female ratio of members is 10 to 1. It didn't take too long to exhaust the possibilities. I did get together with a few, usually once or twice at most, but there was never any reason to continue seeing them. One chick listed herself as having a "regular" figure, but in fact she was so overweight that she had bat wings! You know, when the flab hangs down from the arms. I should say that I weighed about ten pounds more than I did in high school 35 years earlier. Heh, I have a high metabolism.
Now I actually like big women (not that one!) when they try to look nice, or at least make an effort to be sexy, so I never rule out anything when I meet someone new. That turned out to be a good strategy because I did eventually meet a young lady, 15 years younger than me anyway, who liked sex as much as me, and was satisfied with just a FWB relationship. Carol was shorter than me by quite a bit, but heavier. She was significantly overweight, but I have no ability to guess weights, so I can’t say what she weighed. I have no idea what size bra she wore, her tits were just big.
How is it that everyone here seems to know the cup size and measurements of all women they’ve ever fucked? I don’t believe what they say about their own cocks either, so I’m not going to tell you about mine. I have no idea how it compares to anyone else’s, and I don’t see how it has any relevance to the story anyway.
I have to stop now, but I am not going to ask “do you want to hear more?” half way through the story, and make you beg me to post more. I’ll finish this later, but maybe not until next week as I’m getting ready to go camping for a few days, and I have a lot of things to do first. See for yourself, this is her, you figure out how big her tits are:
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