I Can't Fit My Coat

Elyse had had a rough year. As rough as anyone’s 2021 had treated them. Bare-back with no lube. She had faced humiliation in her love life and rejection in her social circle.

The liquidation of her LLC left her feeling weak and the silent treatment from her father left her feeling subdued.

2022 had just begun and she had had enough of the sorrow and suffering. Elyse felt lonely and began to fill her absence of love with food.

Since the very expensive venture with a dear friend faltered in late October, she had made a nasty habit of binge eating to fill the abyss where her brain used to be. That abyss is often called depression and it can make you one hefty girl. Depression destroys the feeling of being full. And if she wasn't full of dick she was at least full of food.

No matter how mind-boggling it was that she regained the weight from the start-weight of her last yo-yo diet in 2019, plus 20 more or so pounds; moving out of her parent's house that year was the saving grace that allowed her to still feel less self-conscious about her shape. Being comfortable about your body is 10 times easier to accomplish without being bombarded with backhanded compliments every 5 minutes.

She was willing to change the way she ate; but this time, at her own pace and not without 16 people reminding her to watch her portions or to be more positive.

Regardless of the weight gain, Elyse was still as seductive as ever.

Her kinky coils bounced around her cocoa brown, curvy body, giving her all the sex appeal she needed. She could bat her warm, dark eyes in any direction and she could bag a man. Or woman.

Gaining 50 pounds in under a year due to sheer indulgence and lack of willpower was so much easier to swallow knowing that you're still so bangable in the eyes of both sexes.

Clearly, the thicker she became, the more appealing she became to any man she met. All of this attention just for being cute was making it hard to fit in her jeans.

Elyse loved being out after dark in the wintertime, especially after 10 pm. The streets were empty of dog walkers, joggers, and bratty children. Luckily the forecast called for at least 6 inches tonight, so she would have the whole neighborhood to herself.

Elyse loved sleeping naked and hated getting dressed. She lazily dawned her fluffy, white, alpaca-eared jacket that she had accustomed to wearing without a t-shirt. The fit was much snugger than it had been last year, so Elyse promised herself to stop gorging herself. Well, she would promise after tonight's raid at the local mini-mart.

Elyse often procrastinated going anywhere outside during the winter because it involved being presentable in public. The bare minimum is at least a few layers in winter. Whenever she did conquer her laziness to pop outside, she would at least dawn on her fuzzy zip-up. Tonight, she had a little trouble zipping it up all the way to the top.

Her already impeccable breasts had grown 3 times in size since last year and she had only just recently thought about deciding to watch what she would eat. Of course, the idea of having no snacks during a snowstorm sounded like the worst.

After a small purchase of 4 sticky buns and a pint of ice cream later, Elyse took the forested trail back to her house.

The snow had accumulated up to her shins and the large, dense snowflakes landed in her face.

She loved the silence that came with the snow. It was like being on another planet, devoid of people, with only a beautiful landscape to gaze upon.

Elyse felt hot from her brisk walk and unzipped her jacket 1/4th of the way; exposing herself just the slightest. She sat down on a bench on the trail and the hoodie unzipped a little further.

Her nipples turned into small, hard bumps as the cool breeze billowed in the opening of her jacket.

The neighborhood was quiet for once, deserted of all life along the short forested path behind her home.

And getting it started snowing harder. Elyse watched the snow pile on the ground her pants and as well as her bare chest until she decided she had enough of being one with nature.

As she motioned to put her coat back on, her zipper got stuck.

“Oh crap, I can’t fit this coat anymore!” she whined as she grasped the ends of the jacket with her hands, her melons spilling out from the seams.

She could hear footprints crunching in the snow towards her, and stood up in a last-ditch effort to zip up her coat. She could feel her face get hot, as she worried that she would find trouble with the approaching apparition.

As the crunching got closer, she sighed a breath of relief when she saw that it was her beloved neighbor, Benjamin, who emerged amongst the flurries.

Elyse had met Benjamin last summer they had officially become “acquainted” during the summer heat.

Embarrassed, Elyse wrapped her arms around her torso and turned away from the interested boy.

“What are you hiding Elyse?” Benjamin asked sheepishly as he shrouded his hands around her waist, burying his head into her tropical scented curls.

“Very funny Ben. I got so fat that my zipper broke,” Elyse laughed as she sank into his embrace.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Benjamin murmured in her ear. Suddenly, she could feel that he was more than just happy to see her through his pants. She jumped around to face him, pleasantly startled.

“It feels like your the one trying to hide something,” She giggled, “You just got here, how can you already be that hard?,” Unable to conceal the excitement of seeing her fuck buddy, she playfully smacked him. “You lecher!”

“If I could turn it off I would. You know what your voice does to me. It’s like bells ringing in my ear. Did you know you look like an angel dressed in white?”

“What, like a snow angel? That’s so corny.” She laughed and looked up into his sexy Namibian face, pressing herself deeper into his bodice.

The snowflakes piled on the eyelashes of the two lovers as Benjamin pressed Elyse against the bench. She could feel his lower self in between her legs. He buried his full lips into the crook of Elyse’s neck, inhaling her scent.

The slightest touch from Benjamin’s heavenly mouth brushing along her soft skin was enough to beckon a gentle moan from deep inside.

Elyse’s carnal urges got the best of her.

“Do you want to do it right here?” She uttered in a hushed tone.

Benjamin's face glowed with humble ensorcellment. “Are you being serious right now?”

Elyse let go of her jacket, allowing herself to spill out of the fleece jacket, and pulled him into her for a deep, smooth kiss. She put his hand down her winter trousers, rubbing his searching fingers into her drenched nether regions.

Benjamin purred, “Ooh, you are being serious. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Ben dipped his fingers into Elyse’s honey and rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, then pulled her pants below her plump bottom.

She could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and whimpered when his fingers dove back into her slit, searching for her g-spot.

Elyse turned around and allowed Benjamin to push her into the back of the bench.

“Oh that’s cold!” she yelped as she made an impression into the tall stack of snow on the curved back of the bench. Benjamin rubbed his hot dick in between her fleshy petals. He grasped a handful of her black frizzy hair, pulled her head back, and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Have you had any unprotected sex since the last time we fucked or got tested?” He whispered.

“I’m clean,” she breathed, aroused by his sensical inquiry, “Are you?”

“Yes. Are you ready for me?”

Elyse ground her hips into his privates.

“Mm-hmm.” She moaned, waiting to feel his hot cock plunge inside her.

Benjamin eased his cock into Elyse’s tight, gushy pussy. He pulled out, then doubled over to run his tongue over her wanting hole.

“God, you taste like warm rain baby,” He straightened himself back up and thrust his rock-hard penis into her guts. Elyse gave out a small yelp, biting her lip as she placed both hands on the seat of the bench. She was now fully sprawled out and available for his every whim.

Benjamin thrust harder, grasping her hips as he went in deeper with every blow.

The sound of Ben’s girthy penis entering her extra-moist canal made Elyse’s pussy gush even more. She could barely muffle the sprite sounds of her pleasure, lest she attracts the attention of a possible onlooker coming down the path.

Suddenly, the sound of footprints spooked the two lovers out of their erotic trance. Elyse looked around frantically trying to see where the sound was coming from, desperately trying to cover herself at the same time.

Elyse sighed a breath of relief when she saw a small deer peeked its head from the treeline.

Ben laughed at the sight. “Would you like to finish this at my place?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Elyse replied as the pair walked hand in hand to Ben’s house, away from prying eyes.

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