Forgive me, but this is fundamental!

To paraphrase the unforgettable Vinícius de Morais, who will forgive me for being slender and grumpy but sometimes cellulite is essential! I say this as a fervent admirer of chubby, plush women and all other well-endowed ones; I am fully aware that obesity is considered to be an illness although I disagree with it because in my team everything depends on momentum and opportunity.
Some time ago, while attending tattoo studios, I met a girl whose fictitious name is Delia; she's an executioner in a slaughterhouse and has very personal behaviour. We rarely spoke to each other but when we did, I noticed that there was something about her which concealed some sort of love disappointment. She always said all men are the same, none of them suits you and if she were bisexual she would prefer having sex with another woman because she considered it pure and sincere.
Delia is what I call a chubby little girl with her butt sticking out, thin waistline and small firm breasts. She has the expression of someone who wants to be skinny but always looks lost in their eyes. I confess that from our first encounter she turned me on; however, I didn't train myself to make her feel as comfortable as possible. One day soon after completing another tattoo, Delia found herself tangled up because she had forgotten her credit card at home.
Immediately I offered to pay off her debt, stating that she could repay me later since I frequent the butcher's where she works; at first Delia refused to accept it, denoting a certain concealed pride over the cloak of indignation.
-Excuse me, Delia <unk> I said justifying my offer <unk> Don't want to hurt you ..., it is just a friendly gesture ...
-No! I know you don't <unk> she replied, changing her attitude feeling confused <unk> You are a nice guy ..., but, I do not know ...
- Look, let's do it this way: I pay and tomorrow the same step in the butcher shop and you repay me <unk> suggested I with smiles <unk> What do you think?
Still feeling uncomfortable, Delia finally agreed to my proposal; I paid the debt and we walked out of the studio together to a nearby bus stop. On the short trip, I tried to find out more about her but she wouldn't open up easily; I let her through and said good-bye.
The next afternoon, I went to the butcher's shop and she asked me if payment was in cash or some kind of electronic transfer. I suggested that we use something called "PIX", which she readily accepted. Once it had been done, she wanted to know whether I intended to purchase anything from the slaughterhouse, to which I replied negatively.
-What I really wanted was for you to give me a smile! <unk>I whispered as I got closer.
Delia blushed, lowering her gaze in an attempt to avoid a direct confrontation. Stubborn as I am, I didn't back down, waiting for her to say or do something. "If you have time, it's my break from now on... we can get coffee next door!" she said softly, still avoiding looking at me.
I went to the small esoteric café next door, whose owner Cica Namastê is also a long-time friend (she prepares the best Indian instant coffee!), and waited for Delia who arrived shortly after; we placed our order and sat down at one of two tables inside.
"I invited you for coffee because I wanted to apologize", she began, now looking me in the eye.
-Sorry for what? <unk> I asked curiously <unk> You did nothing to me!
- About yesterday in the studio ..., my behavior, when you offered to pay the bill <unk> she explained <unk> It is that I do not like relying on strangers ..., especially men and married ...
- Don't worry, my dear <unk> I replied while placing my hand on hers that was close to me <unk> Now I realize some man must have made a mess of your feelings.
At that moment, her eyes were filled with tears which she struggled to keep from rolling down her face. I reached out my other hand intending to make a caress on her face but waiting for an evasive action, which did not happen; Delia received my affection and smiled (!). And unceremoniously told me something about herself.
She said that years before, she had fallen in love with an older man whom she knew to be married because his wife frequented the butcher's shop; after going back and forth, this seemingly platonic passion was fueled by him until Delia allowed herself to become involved. With a subtle yet persistent insistence he managed to convince her and they went to bed together. For her it was wonderful sex which could not be missed, deserving of more repetitions, and occurring one after another whenever the subject was available for such.
Everything seemed to follow a natural course, with Delia harboring no hope of ever maintaining any closer and more public relationship with him. And everything would have remained as it was except for one painful event that left her shattered inside. One Saturday morning, the subject and his wife went into the butcher's shop to make a purchase; Delia had come out from the box to go to the bathroom and one of the owners took her place. She was returning when she overheard an unusual dialogue between the owner and the subject's wife praising Delia's behavior.
-Delia has been with us for a long time. <unk> The owner commented to the guy's wife, while she was paying her purchase.
- Um, I think so <unk> replied the subject with an indifference that bordered on derision
It tore her apart inside, leaving scars that lasted and hurt even more when the subject went to meet him for yet another bedtime adventure; she told him she had overheard their conversation in the butcher's shop, longing for a convincing explanation from him; but he only laughed quietly and justified it as disguise since he was with his wife.
Delia walked away from him and since then has never let any man come near her, as a natural self-preservation mechanism. To think of the brazenness with which he simply discarded the girl made me want to vomit! What an awful thing to do to someone just to get out of a situation that he himself had created! On the other hand I was moved by Delia confiding in something so intimate and painful even though she knew very little about myself.
- Look, my love, I was saddened by what you told me. <unk> Told her as soon as I could.
-I wanted to ask you something <unk> she interrupted me with a new question <unk> You find me attractive ..., I mean, do you think I'm hot?
-What? Delia, you're fucking hot! <unk> I replied, unable to contain my impetuousness <unk> In fact, from the first time that I saw you, I thought you were very sexy!
Immediately, Delia lowered her eyes with a wiry air; I squeezed her hand hoping that she would look at me again; as soon as she looked up into my face I smiled and asked if it had been inconvenient. She gave a soft chuckle before answering.
"No way", she said. On the contrary, it made me horny!
- And you also excited me a lot <unk> I responded with anxiety <unk> But, as he said, do not trust married men and ...
"If you want me, I want you!" she interrupted emphatically.
-It's only you tell me when <unk> I answered firmly <unk> where it stays on my own!
-Well..., I have some time off from work on Sunday <unk> she said in a thoughtful tone <unk> I think it could be tomorrow ..., all right for you?
- Of course I would! <unk> I answered immediately, because even if you couldn't not miss an opportunity like that <unk> At what time and where will we meet?
- I want to be your breakfast! <unk> she replied with a silly chuckle <unk> Can we do it at the tattoo studio?
I shook my head, confirming our engagement; we had another coffee and I paid the bill. We said goodbye to Cica and left. "I'm just curious about your kiss!" she whispered discreetly.
It was an intense and prolonged kiss, which I wished would never end! I embraced her tightly pressing her flesh against me and feeling all the juiciness of that female full of youth and exuberance. When it ended, Delia disengaged herself from me, smiled and walked away, leaving me there..., crazy with hard-core horny!
I was on my way to the car when I heard Cica waving at me; somewhat confused, I went back into the cafeteria and asked if there were any problems.
-Well, I don't know if it is a problem <unk> replied Cica with an alcoholic way <unk> But you see Gina ..., there on the other side ... she sent me this message by whatsapp.
"Speak to the young man here, I want a word with him", said the message; Mrs. Gina was a middle-aged Korean woman whose real name is Min Ji and who had come to our country when she was very young, which explains why she spoke fluently and naturally; she owned an herb shop that sold seeds and other items in great demand in the area.
I thanked Cicca and crossed the street; entered the store, and as I approached the register, heard Gina calling her only employee to say that it was his lunch hour; somewhat confused, he nodded and left the shop.
"I saw you and the butcher's girl!" she whispered as I got closer.
I said, trying to steer clear of that tight skirt.
- Um, I don't know..., come here behind the box will you? <unk> she replied with an intriguing look.
The moment I walked around the counter, the Korean bitch put her hand on my groin feeling that my roll was still hard. "Hmm! That's good!" she said anxiously; "Get down your pants". I obeyed not out of fear but because I wanted to. She grabbed my member and started punching me praising its rigidity and thickness.
Before I knew it, Gina got down on her knees and took the roll in her mouth, sucking eagerly; that Korean girl was also a very nice chubby one whom I had always coveted when she shrunk...and what a big mouth she had! She sucked my dick so much, I even thought I'd make fun of her with her mouth..., but this wasn't her intention. Suddenly a woman walked into the store and I became really scared.
-Ah! Hey, missus. Wait a minute my waiter is coming!" <unk> said Gina standing up and acting with the utmost naturalness <unk> I have to settle an issue here with this supplier but feel free, see?
The bitch made me lift my pants and pulled me by the hand to the back of the store; as soon as we got there, she lowered my trousers and started sucking on my roll again; I still thought that it would fill her mouth with my milk, but Gina's intention was quite another ..., at some point she stopped suckling and took off her clothes, becoming naked for me ... (continues ...)