A WHOLE LOTTA WOMAN

This is a true tale of an affair that began over in 1989 & lasted – off & on – until her tragic death last year. It’s written as a memoir & tribute to one of the sexiest women I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I was also proud to call her my friend.

It was a hot, steamy summer night & the dance floor was a writhing mass of sweating bodies as the music pounded incessantly to bestow a cacophony of benediction upon the heavy metal worshippers who roared ecstatically with release at the sound of the High-Priest Ozzy blessing their devotion to rock ‘n roll.
Indolently I leaned on the bar & ignored the litter of confusion surrounding me as I watched her dance: Tracy was a large lady in every sense of the word; big green eyes, framed by long tresses of flaming red hair which spilled down her back & caressed her abundant breasts which jiggled one way & the other beneath her t-shirt as she swung to the rhythm. Her big ass bounced provocatively under her knee-length skirt while her knee-high boots drummed a primal beat as she lost herself to the sound ricocheting off the neon-lit walls of the club. My gaze flickered over some of the other dancers that gyrated around the floor – skinny tarts with scraps of cloth
barely covering their toned flesh, toned bitches with skin-tight denim shorts, pretty babes with low-cut tops but my eyes kept returning to her beautiful big ass time & again until I felt my cock pressing stiffly along the top of my thigh.
She was dancing with her friend Elaine, who I’d dated several years previously & she gave a little wave as the music stopped to be replaced by a babble of voices shouting for more beer, more vodka & a whole range of ‘conversation’; it was impossible to hear what anyone was saying while the music played unless they cupped a hand around your ear & shouted, but in the lull that followed Tracy walked over for a chat, while Elaine went over to her new boyfriend & began a tonsillectomy on him with her tongue.
We’d been friends for 10 years & swapped the usual pleasantries while waiting for re-fills from the harried staff who rushed to meet the demands of the thirsty horde around the bar, then I gulped gratefully at the cold beer & drank a vodka to keep it company while she chugged on bottled lager as beads of sweat marched along her brow. Her eyes glittered mischievously when she asked me the usual question about my love-life & I replied that I’d been too busy working “6 nights a week, 12 hours per shift…” then the music began to pound again & further conversation had to be continued with her mouth pressed to my ear & vice-versa. The mass of people around us & the fact she was a few inches shorter than my 6′ meant she had to lean up, then into me as I asked her how Gary, her husband, was getting on as I’d not seen him for
a while & was astonished when she hissed into my ear, ‘don’t speak to me about that bastard!’
Her body quivered with rage against me as she told me how he’d been ‘shagging some
tart…I’ve a good mind to teach the cheating shit a lesson.’ My dick pricked up with interest to hear that & pressed painfully in my tight jeans as it felt her body pressing closer as someone pushed past us; my beer spilled over her arm when I quickly moved it aside to avoid it cascading over her t-shirt & I was rewarded with an eyeful of her luscious tits while she felt my rock-hard cock pressing into her crotch.
An eternal second of surprise gripped us as we looked into each others eyes & felt the heat flicker within them to ignite an unstoppable need for each other that night.