growinluvhandles

This is one of my older stories, written and set in Summer 2003 (it's definitely of its time...) So far it's my only story where the focus is on a BHM. Be kind - I was young! ______________________________________ Jack Griffith watched his girlfriend Kim standing at the bar with satisfaction. A tall, sporty redhead, she was his perfect idea of a sexy woman, he thought. Beautiful, confident and smart, his girlfriend of two years was drawing attention from all over the bar. Her slender form was encased in a tight raspberry-striped blouse and grey skirt; she looked fresh and cool, which was a long way from how Jack felt. He was exhausted and overwarm, even though he’d taken his suit jacket off and loosened his tie. He’d have loved to go straight home from work, but he had an announcement to make to Kim and he wasn’t sure how she would take it, so he had decided to take her out for a drink at her favoured bar to be sure of getting her in a good mood. Jack was a trader for a merchant

Whatever Mason might have thought, I never exactly set out to manipulate him. When we first knew each other, I thought he was a man of mystery. I found him very hard to read, and anyway I believe neither of us really knew what we wanted – from each other, or in general. There was no “meet cute” for the two of us; I couldn’t tell you exactly when our first encounter was. When I started my job, he was already working at the company, in a different department. I’d seen him here and there and, yes, noticed he was cute, friendly and pleasant, and just maybe speculated whether he was single. Mason was mid-thirties, about five years older than I was, tallish and dark-haired with striking blue eyes. And he was chunky, carrying a round apple belly on an appealingly stocky frame. I’ve always been drawn to bigger guys, though I’d never fully admitted to myself that it went far enough to be “my type”. My previous three-year relationship hadn’t fitted that pattern and though it had seemed