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Chapter One

I headed straight for the farmers' market after my early morning Overeaters Anonymous meeting. The meeting had been crowded, even for a Saturday. This was only my fourth meeting and I was very dubious about its worth. In the last month, I had still eaten a bowl of ice cream every night for dessert followed by cookies few hours later. Each night I felt that same familiar hunger that didn’t abate until I had stuffed myself with ice cream or cookies or cake. It was the same as always.

I had only started going to the meeting after my therapist had suggested it. She thought it may help me feel better about myself and help curb my ravenous desire if I could talk with others about my problems with food. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working. I still couldn’t control myself. I had stopped seeing the therapist a week ago. I’d only come to this meeting because I had promised my mother I would go for a month before stopping.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated as I pulled into a parking spot.

“Good morning, dear, how was your meeting?” my mother chirped.

“Not great, Mom. I told you this was likely my last one.”

“Really?” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. “Maybe you need to go longer for it to really work. You know Susan Asher lost sixty pounds last year and she says it was all thanks to the meetings.”

“Well, I’m not Susan Asher,” I snapped. “Mom, I will lose weight if I’m meant to lose weight. I’m not going to go to a meeting and pour my heart out about problems I don’t have.”

“Alright dear,” she sighed. “You’re still coming to dinner tomorrow night, right?”

“Of course, Mom. I’ll pick up something from the market and make a veggie side dish. Tell Grandma I love her.”

“I will. Bye, honey.”

“Bye, Mom.” I hung my phone up and put my head on the steering wheel. I knew she was only trying to help, but I was beyond tired of her weight loss suggestions. I had always been bigger, but bigger didn’t mean bad. My “problem” with food was that I liked it. I didn’t feel bad whenever I ate something delicious, I felt great. I didn’t eat until I was sick or feel ashamed about eating in front of people. I was how I was; I wished other people could accept that. 

I pulled my sunhat from the back seat and tugged it over my curly, brown hair before leaving my car. I loved my weekly ritual of going to the farmers' market each weekend in the summers. It had started three years ago, thanks to my last boyfriend. The first morning he had insisted we get up to buy fresh vegetables, I had balked. I wanted to sleep in, maybe get some lazy afternoon sex in, before we got up to do errands. He had informed me coolly that he would be leaving for the market in half an hour with or without me. I had gotten the message and gotten out of bed a few minutes later. I wished I had gotten the message about what a jerk he was as easily. It hadn’t been all bad because I had fallen in love with the place instantly. The variety, the sellers, the community spirit that infused the place; I loved everything about it.

Unlike the OA meeting the farmers' market wasn’t crowded. Even though many people milled around the various stalls, the space was so huge it was difficult to feel boxed in. I had no particular find in mind so I just wandered the aisles seeing what was to offer. I stopped to admire some cabbages set out at one of my favorite stalls when I caught a glance of something even more enticing at a stall in the next row. I only saw him from the back, but I was intrigued. Dark hair, a neck with a deep tan that hinted at outdoor work, maybe of the manual muscle-building sort, impossibly broad shoulders, and from where I was standing he appeared to be very tall. His jeans seemed painted on to his tight ass and the button-down flannel clung to his arms in the morning heat. I hoped I was around when he decided the heat was too much and removed that shirt.

I stepped away from the cabbages and walked between the aisles toward the one where Tall, Dark and Handsome was standing. Oh, he wasn’t inspecting the stall, he was helping put out more products. Wonderful! Even if I didn’t get a chance to speak to him today, I might be able to find him here next week or the week after. I covertly made my way closer. I looked at earrings at the stall three away from him. He was putting wood carvings out on the stand. They were selling homemade wood crafts. There was only one other similar booth at this market. I bet they were doing decent business since he had to restock before they had been open two hours.

I turned slightly so I could see his face without being obvious. As expected, he was GORGEOUS. He looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. His face was masculine with bushy eyebrows, a strong jaw line, and sensually full lips.

I dared to get closer and walked to the booth next to his. Less than five feet were between us now. I could cross the distance in less than three steps and place a hand on his chest or down his pants. I was close enough to tell his eyes were dark, maybe even black. He was tall, well over six feet. As I stared openly, intoxicated by his image, he looked up, likely feeling my hungry eyes on him. I knew I should look away or at least lower my eyes ashamed of being caught, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t ashamed at all. I would have stripped and fucked him there in front of everyone if he was game. I stared back, a coy smile on my lips. And to my utter delight he smiled back.

I crossed the distance between us and picked up the wood pipe he had just laid down. I ran my fingers over it, stroking it gently.

“You have a beautiful piece,” I said, looking him in the eye.

His mouth opened and closed once without sound. I saw his eyes travel from my brown eyes down my body from my ample cleavage to my shapely calves. I may be a big girl, but I was a hot girl too. My belly may have been jiggly and have a few rolls of extra fat, but that didn’t take away from my beauty. I was wearing a short sundress that showcased all my best features. I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed in what he saw.

Finally he spoke, “Thank you. I didn’t make all of them, but that one is mine. Do you smoke?”

“I’ve had a few pipes between my lips, but I wouldn’t say I was a smoker, no.”

“Not a smoker, you say? Well then, we don’t have anything here that would interest you. But I think I may have something in my truck for you. If you’d be willing to come with me, I have a few things I would love to show you.”

I pretended to think for a minute, “If you think it’s something I would like, then yes, I would love to see what you’ve got.”

He beamed and turned to the withered man behind the table, “Grandpa, I’m gonna take a walk with this lady for a minute. I’ll bring more carvings back with me, alright?”

The old man gave an imperceptible nod and Gorgeous walked away with me at his heels.

“I’m Luke,” he said. “I didn’t catch your name, beautiful.”

“I’m Elle. Nice to meet you, Luke.” I said.

I was beyond intelligent conversation at this point. I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing. I just had the overwhelming urge to go with him. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This god was about to take me out to his car and fuck me silly. At least that’s what I was hoping he was going to do. If he pulled a wood turtle or something out of his truck to show me, I didn’t think I would be able to hide my disappointment.

I was dying to get to the car already. We wove through the crowd of shoppers looking at all the stuff for sale. As we neared the edge of the booths, the crowd thinned. He took a turn to walk between two stalls and took a short cut to the vendor parking lot.

I say parking lot, but that’s being too kind. It was a field. All the cars were parked haphazardly on the grass. I prayed no one had to retrieve anything from their car for the next hour. I followed closely as he stepped between pickups and farm trucks. I was panting. Not from the walk, but from lust. I watched his ass move in front of me, licking my lips. We came to a dust-covered, black truck when he turned suddenly and, grabbing me in his arms, crushed my lips beneath his. I returned his kiss with equal abandon. I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue slip inside. Greedily, I reached behind him and squeezed his firm ass.

He released me from his crushing embrace and looked around quickly before pulling the spaghetti straps of my sundress down and pulling my dress to my waist. I wasn’t wearing a bra since the dress had one built in. I was exposed to the late morning sun and anyone who happened to walk past. I didn’t feel the heat from the sun on my chest long before it was replaced by the heat from his mouth. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, putting his huge hand around the other. He sucked hard until my nipple stood at attention. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Switching sides, he continued his ministrations as wetness pooled between my legs.

I pulled him up for another kiss so I could slip off his long-sleeved shirt and tank top. I ran my hands along his chest and down his arms. I couldn’t wait any longer so I quickly skimmed back down his body and palmed his dick through his pants. I was happy to see that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this make-out session. He was already hard as a rock.

I squeezed hard and he moaned into my mouth trying to break the kiss. I put one hand on his neck and held his mouth on mine. I wasn’t ready to stop just yet. I wanted him to be really heated up before we got to the main event. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand into his underwear. I hoped he could feel the smile on my face.

Having enough of my teasing, he reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands under my dress. Picking me up, he put me on the back of the truck in one fluid motion. I gasped. No other boyfriends or one-night stands had been able to lift my nearly 200lb frame with such ease. He showed no signs of strain, holding the kiss the whole time.

Once I was on the truck, he pulled my dress off me and tossed it into the truck behind me. He shoved me onto my back and ran a hand up my leg. Hooking a finger in the side of my panties, he slowly pulled them down my legs and off. I was now completely naked on the back of a truck in public with a man I didn’t even know. I watched as he got on his knees and buried his beautiful face between my legs.

I felt a jolt of sensation shoot through my limbs as he put his hands on the inside of my legs and forced my thighs further apart so he could get a better view. I threw up a silent prayer in thanks that I decided to give myself neat trim a few days earlier. He traced his index finger along my slit and I spread my legs even further.

It was his turn to tease. I moaned in frustration and bit my lower lip. I sat up slightly as his finger circled my clit and then roughly he shoved it inside of me. I clenched around his finger and arched my back. It had stung a little, but I was so wet he met little resistance. He put his tongue on my clit and licked firmly while moving his finger in and out of my tight hole.

After a few minutes, he slipped another finger inside. I stretched my arms behind me to brace myself and pushed my pussy into his face. He knew what he was doing. I prayed he was as skilled with his dick. I was almost ready to beg him to just put it in me. I was so close to orgasm and I really wanted to come with him inside me.

As if he could read my mind, he stopped and pulled his pants and boxers down, finally revealing his package. It was massive. One of the biggest I had seen in real life. It was porn-star big. I slid down the truck bed and he wrapped one arm around my waist lifting my ass off the truck. I hooked my legs behind him and pulled him close.

“Having fun yet, beautiful?” he asked, staring in my eyes.

“It could be better,” I teased.

“Really?” He asked rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy, teasing my already sensitive clit. I closed my eyes again and moaned.

“Yes,” I said, through gritted teeth. I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but he was making it hard. I scooted forward and tilted my pelvis up trying to force him into me.

“Not so fast, missy,” he said, and pulled back a little. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly. He stared into my eyes as he slid into me with one strong thrust. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as my face contorted in sweet agony and ecstasy. The lips of my pussy stretched wide to accommodate him. He pulled me closer and kept his hand in my hair as he thrust into me.

He buried himself inside me over and over. I could feel his balls hit my ass. He slowed and leaned in for a kiss. I was shaking. I could feel his pubic bone brush against my clit as we kissed. He slipped his tongue back into my mouth and that pushed me over the edge. I clenched around him hard as my orgasm hit me.

Still kissing me, he reached down between us, finding my clit and rubbing quickly. I started coming again, even harder than the first time. I tried to pull back, overwhelmed by the sensation, but his strong arm held me in place. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. By the time I stopped coming, I leaned back in the truck, spent.

Luke didn’t give me a chance to rest. Instead, he pulled me to my feet and turned me around, bending me over into the truck bed. I grasped onto the edge of the truck as he entered me from behind. He wasted no time picking up the pace this time. He grunted behind me and dug his fingers into my ample hips to pull me back onto his cock. I stood on my toes and tilted my pelvis just a little. Now each frenzied stroke was brushing my g-spot. I started to moan, feeling another orgasm wash over me.

After my legs stopped shaking, he pulled me from the truck bed and pushed me to my knees. I wrapped my lips around his dick quickly. His salty taste filled my mouth as I ran my tongue over the head of his dick. He moaned above me, a sound I desperately wanted to hear more. I moved forward putting as much of him into my mouth as I could before sliding my mouth back up his shaft, twisting my head slightly. I eagerly bobbed my head, eliciting another sweet moan from him. After a few bobs up and back, he grabbed my hair again, holding my head in place as he came into my mouth. I drank down as much of his salty come as I could. Some dribbled out around my over-stretched lips and fell on the grass under us.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled exhaustedly up at him. He laughed and fell down next to me in the grass.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now. Never thought in a million years that would happen,” he said.  

“What?” I must have heard him wrong.

“You've come here every weekend now for about three years. You started coming with a tall fella. Your boyfriend, maybe?” he asked.

“EX-boyfriend, yes. You’ve been here for THREE years and I just noticed you today?! How is that even possible?!” I didn't ask how someone like him could notice someone like me for that long and not come talk to me. Hysterical laughter bubbled in my chest. HE had been watching ME for three years. Surely the gods were playing some kind of trick on me? Maybe I had gotten into an accident on my way to the farmers' market and this was heaven. That made much more sense. 

“Well, I’m pretty inconspicuous when I want to be. You had no reason to see me. I mostly set the stuff up and wait in the back of the booth while Grandpa makes all the sales. I’m the muscle and Grandpa’s the brains behind our whole little craft shop.”

“You don’t make any of the woodwork?” I mentally berated myself for asking the stupidest question possible. Woodwork, I asked the man about woodwork.

“Well yeah, I do make some of that stuff, but it’s just a hobby, really. I work as a helper at the farm down the road from us for real work. Grandpa got the idea to sell our little works after coming here a few times.”

We sat in silence while my heart rate returned to normal. Once it had, I climbed into the back of the truck to grab my dress. I looked around for my hat and found it under the truck. I pulled the dress and hat on as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to risk anyone coming to their car and running across me naked in the unforgiving sunlight. As come dried on my inner thighs, my senses were coming back to me. I barely knew Luke, yet I had just had sex with him in the open without any kind of conversation beforehand. I didn’t even know his last name! I could only imagine what he thought about me after all that. I was sure he was kidding about watching me for all this time. He probably thought I’d be an easy lay since all big girls were desperate and he was trying to make me feel better. Gosh, I was feeling more idiotic by the second.

I shoved my sopping panties into my purse and turned to him red-faced “It’s been nice, Luke, but I need to get going.” I started walking off toward the non-vendor parking.

“Hold on!” he called, trying to pull up his pants and come after me at the same time. He wasn’t very coordinated with the effort and ended up in a tangle on the ground. I took the opportunity to put more distance between us. I was almost at a jog.

“Elle!” I heard him call behind me. Heavy footsteps followed behind me and, for the second time that day, wished I had kept up my running schedule that summer. He caught up to me easily, pulling on my arm to slow me down and force me to turn around and look at him. There was anger and hurt in his black eyes.  

“Hey, why’d you run off like that?” he asked.

“I assumed we were done here,” I said, coolly. I instantly regretted it. He let go of my arm and pulled back.

“I wasn’t done. I wanted to know if you wanted to come have dinner at my house tonight, or tomorrow if you already have plans for today? Hell, I’m open all week. I had a hell of good time back there. I’d like to see you again, but if I’m bothering you, no worries. I’ll keep away from you if you want to come back to the market.”

That was not what I wanted. I took a deep breath and put my big-girl panties on, “I had fun too. I would love to have dinner with you. Sorry, I don’t normally do this kind of thing. I was embarrassed and wanted to get out of here as fast as I could.”

“Oh.” He smiled. “I’m glad you don’t do this often. I don’t either. I’m just really interested in you.”

I was taken aback again by his honesty. He was declaring his infatuation with me in a very public place. I know we had just had amazing sex in a very public place, but his statement was still a little over the top.

He was just so good looking. We had been standing there for less than five minutes and already seven women and three men had given him a double-take. I saw a few of the women shooting daggers at me with their eyes for being the center of this gorgeous man’s attention. On one hand, I was still very skeptical about this whole thing. But on the other hand, it felt damn good to have a beautiful man telling me how beguiling I was.

“What time for dinner tonight?” I asked.

“What about 7 o’clock? I’ll cook.”

My eyebrows rose, “You cook?”

“Yes, I cook. Don’t look so surprised. It's just Grandpa and me and lord knows he isn’t fit to boil a pot of water. I pull some recipes off the web and follow the directions. It’s pretty easy really.”

“Your Grandpa and I have something in common then, because I once forgot about a boiling pot of water and nearly burned my damn kitchen down. No use pretending I’m some kind of domestic goddess,” I shrugged.

He pulled me close and put his mouth right next to my ear, “Maybe not. But you are a sex goddess. I think that makes up for anything you think you’re lacking.” He growled and kissed me hard. Leaning back he pulled his phone from his pocket, “Give me your number and I’ll text you my address and directions to the house.”

“Sounds great. I don’t have any allergies and as you can see I’ll eat damn near everything. I look forward to whatever you want to cook tonight.”

“Glad someone will appreciate the skills I can bring to the kitchen,” he smiled.

“Well I’m hoping to appreciate all your skills in the kitchen tonight.” I called over my shoulder as I walked toward my car.

 

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