As a little girl my grandpa was my hero. He was a big man, over 6' 4", heavy with a huge stomach. His hands were large and he could pick me up and carry me where ever he wanted. I spent a lot of time with him, a lot of time sitting on his lap, even when I was in my early teens. He never did anything with me, not once.

As a senior in high school I took a job as a hostess at a restaurant in town and the manager was an older guy, big, with a big round stomach, and a white beard. His hands were so large, and he liked me, liked me enough that he would pat me on the bottom. We kidded around a lot and one day he patted me while I was in his office, but kept his hand on my bottom and whispered in my ear that he really liked my butt and he slipped his hand between my legs. I opened my legs enough for him to feel me, he felt me for a while, while I waited for him to get done. He kept asking me if I was wet because he really wanted to have some fun with me. He turned me around so I could see his erect cock, and he told me again he wanted to have fun with me. I let him push my pants down, and my panties to one side and felt him insert his penis in me. I stood there with my legs as open as my pants allowed me, having to get on my tip toes from time to time, while he had fun with me.

When I went back on the floor I was so flushed another waitress asked me what was wrong.

So began my friendship at the restaurant. All my lovers have been older, large, heavy men.