Kathleen and Stacey talked Tuesday morning and I guess they reevaluated their strategy. Neither wanted to be the last place team and neither wanted to come in last overall individually. They decided that as a team they would redouble their efforts in the gym and try and add more walking in the mornings and during their lunches. As far as cheat days, well they were out the window. Both realized that it wouldn’t take much for either of them to fall of the diet wagon, and they knew they had to be diligent.
She explained all of this to me Tuesday night following her workout. She seemed pretty upbeat about it, but a little apprehensive at the same time.
“I really think I can do it,” she said lying beside me in bed, “it’s just…”
“I’m worried about you,” she said looking at me before rolling over on to her side and poking me in my ribs.
“I’m not losing weight,” I said, a little more aggressively then I had meant to.
“No,” she smiled, “not that.” She took a deep breath. “I’m worried that I’ll be a little miserable to be around.” She looked up at me and gave me her version of ‘puppy dog eyes’. “We’re going to work pretty hard at this, me and Kath. I’ll probably be hungry and tired and hungry for the next ten weeks.”
“I’ll be as supportive as I can be,” I said turning to face her and putting my arm around her waist. I could feel her love handles forming rolls as she leaned on one elbow. “I’ve always said that.”
“I know, and you’ve been great. It’s just the last few weeks I know I was getting a little frustrated before and I’m sure I took it out on you. I guess I’m just apologizing in advance.” She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. “I told Kath that I’d do this with her, and I really want to keep up my end of the bargain. I don’t want her to do crappy because of me.”
I kissed her back, then added, “Just don’t use up all your energy at the gym everyday. Let me burn a few calories with you, okay?”
She threw her arm around my neck and leaned in for a better kiss. “Deal!”
True to their word, Stacey and Kathleen stepped up their exercising and dieting. Portions shrunk, and workouts ran longer and longer. And the Lean Queens started to have some success with both members dropping over two pounds at the following four weigh ins. Stacey had come home proudly after week eight’s weigh in to proclaim she was back under 200 lbs for the first time since before that fateful cruise.
She followed up those four solid weeks with her biggest loss to date for week ten. 2.6 pounds. She was a little annoyed because even her best wasn’t enough for a weekly win.
“Second,” she frowned, “I came in second. Someone lost 2.8 pounds to win.” She shook her head a little. “Stupid point two pounds. But anyways, the Lean Queens had another pretty good week. Kath got 2.1 so that gave us a total of 4.7 pounds lost.” She let her frown turn into a smile. “We’re slowly creeping up the charts. Other teams have had almost as bad of results these last few weeks as Kathy and I had the first five weeks. Well, me more than Kathy,” she raised her eyebrows as she said that last part, still smiling.
“Are you going to win?”
The frown returned. “I don’t think so. The teams ahead of us have been pretty steady.” She lifted the covers and crawled into bed beside me. “The first place team has almost a twenty pound lead on us, and probably five or six on the next group. They’d have to put up a few ‘Stacey’s’ to blow it.”
“Stacey’s?” I questioned.
She smiled, “Yeah, it’s kind of funny. I was the first to really put weight on during this. I mean Kathleen did too, but I did like three pounds that one week.” She slid a little closer to me as she told her little story. “So it’s happened a few times since, not me, but other people, and everyone started calling it a ‘Stacey’,” she laughed. “Like a few weeks ago this one chick, Beth I think. She gained like a pound and she said something like, ‘Oh I pulled a Stacey’”. Stacey gave a little shrug. “I don’t think she meant to say it out loud, but I didn’t care, I had already weighed myself and had lost,” she thought for a moment, “two point two pounds that week.”
“So you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of funny I guess. This is supposed to be fun so if I let something like that bother me, I’d probably be putting up ‘Stacey’s’ every week.”
“You’re doing pretty good,” I said.
“Yeah, Kathleen’s really helped.” She replied. “She’s been really positive and tried to get us to look at it week by week, especially after we gained weight on week five.” She paused as she got comfortable in bed. “We’ve sort of forgotten about the first five weeks, well they were a write off for me anyways. But, tonight was sort of like the half way mark if we just count the last ten weeks.”
She turned her head and smiled. I turned and rolled onto my side to get a better look at my wife. I knew at this point she had lost between ten and eleven pounds, but with the covers pulled up, I couldn’t really judge the weight loss. It was hard for me to see a big difference in her, she was still very curvy and beautiful. Maybe she noticed it more in the fit of her clothes. I had noticed her getting out some pre-cruise outfits. She rolled onto her side to face me.
“The hardest thing now is waiting for the final week to end,” she smiled and her eyes seemed to light up a little. “I really want to go out for a nice dinner when this is all done, but if I start thinking about it too much I know I’m gonna cheat.” She reached over and wrapped her arm around my waist. “I just have to stay focused for five more weeks, then I can reward myself.”
“The diet will be over?” I asked and moved a little closer to her. Even with the weight she had lost, her soft belly was the first thing I pressed against as I pulled my self closer to her. I put my arm over her side, and could still feel soft rolls of fat. She was still my voluptuous wife.
She gave a mischievous smirk. “Not completely,” She pulled herself a little closer and her belly and boobs pressed against me. “I won’t be as strict as I’ve been, but I think Kath and I are going to try and keep it up. Remember, we’re going to go on a cruise again.”
“Can’t wait,” I said as we started kissing more, enjoying another evening workout.
With the end now within site Stacey and Kathleen tried to step it up even more. She seemed okay with it and I had to admire her determination, but she was getting a little grumpy again.
At supper on Tuesday after week twelves’ weigh in she choked down some tuna and wild rice with her favourite, kale on the side. “If I ever see another piece of kale, I’m going to scream.” She mumbled.
“I kind of like it,” I admitted.
“You would,” she muttered as she dropped her plate in the sink. “This whole house stinks of fish now.”
“What time are you meeting Kathleen?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“In about half an hour,” she said with a sigh. “Cardio night.” She didn’t sound too excited.
“Hey,” I said trying to cheer her up. “You had another pretty good week last night, you’re almost there. Keep your chin up.”
“Keep my chin up?”
“Yeah, you know, show that Stairmaster who’s boss.”
She shook her head at me, clearly not appreciating my feeble attempts at support. “Yeah, I did okay, not my best, but okay.” She gave a little smile. “Not good enough to win again, but I did better than Kathleen.”
“There you go,” I smiled.
“Well, I better get going,” she said as she slowly headed out of the kitchen to grab her workout gear. “See you later, don’t wait up.”
And that was pretty much how our evenings were going. Stacey forced down the foods that she really wasn’t enjoying and then headed out for her workout with Kathleen. If I was lucky she came home not completely wiped out but she usually wasn’t in the mood for anymore exercise with poor me. She had another good week and was down two point three pounds at the end of number 13. Still not good enough for her to win a week, but she seemed somewhat pleased.
Her mood did finally start to pick up once week fourteen started. She could really see the end now. By Friday she was almost happy. “Ten more days,” she smiled. “Ten more days.” She had just crawled into bed. I tried to do the math and I knew she was closing in on twenty pounds lost. Maybe she looked a little smaller. I was always hesitant to say anything because I didn’t want to offend her. Especially when she was in a pretty good mood.
“Have you decided what you want to do for your big night out?” I asked.
“I have a few ideas,” she smiled. “I’m still trying not to think too much about it. It kind of sucks that we end on a Monday night, though. It would be nice if it ended on Friday, then I could really whoop it up.”
“You could suggest extending it,” I offered.
“Screw that,” she laughed. “I’d end it now if I could. This has been a long 15 weeks.”
I thought about pointing out that she really only had done ten weeks, but kept it too myself. “Will you be home right after the weigh in Monday night? We could have a late dinner out.”
“No I don’t think so,” she said. “I’m not going for a workout after, that’s for sure, but I think they’ll do a little something at the nurse’s office.”
“A big cake for the winner?”
“I wish, that would be funny, but no it will probably be lame,” she said with a frown. “Celery and carrot sticks.” She gave a little smirk. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one that wants this thing to end. A lot of the other teams are talking about keeping it going and doing the weigh ins and stuff.” She shook her head. “Kathleen has hinted a little, but I’ve ignored her.” She reached under the covers and rubbed her belly. “I guess I should keep going, but I really want to take a break from it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a break,” I said rolling over to look at her as we lay in bed.
“You just want to get rid of grumpy Stacey,” she smiled as she turned to face me. “Sorry, I know I’ve been miserable again.” She clothed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I just get so hungry sometimes. I hate diets.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “You haven’t been that bad, and like you said, only ten more days, right?”
She smiled at that and her eyes lit up again. “I’m hoping Kathleen and I will do something afterwards. Maybe I can wait until Friday for a big dinner out. She reached over and pulled me closer. “Then we can have some wine, dessert, stay up late, everything.” She gave me a big kiss. “And we won’t have to worry about getting up for work the next day.”
“Don’t you have aquabics Saturday mornings?” I smiled.
“I won’t in ten days!” she said as she pulled me closer.
The thought of reaching the end seemed to be enough to keep Stacey motivated. After her weigh in and workout on Monday, she was starting to get excited.
“I really thought I’d win at least one week, I’ve done pretty well, but there always seems to be a couple of people who do a little better.” She shrugged a little. “But anyways they are having a little party after the final next week. I’m trying to be optimistic, but I’m worried that no one wants to be the first to break their diet. If it sucks, I’m just going to walk out.” She pulled off her shirt and started shimmying out of her pants.
I couldn’t help but check her out. Maybe she did look a little smaller, she said that with tonight’s total she was only point three pounds away from a loss of twenty pounds. She was still plenty chubby, she really wasn’t much smaller than she had been before the cruise, but I was able to see a difference. The Stacey that I helped off the boat was definitely bigger than the one standing before me in her bra and panties. I guess she noticed me goggling her.
“Like what you see?” She stuck out a hip and put her arms in the air, striking a pose.
“Always,” I smiled.
She turned so she was standing profile to me and sucked in her belly. “What do you think? If I could lose another fifty pounds I’d be almost the same as I weighed on our wedding day.” She relaxed and let her belly swell into her hands and then gave it a little rub. “Even with all the work I’ve been through I’ve still got a belly. It’s smaller, but it’s still there.”
“You look beautiful,” I said and she really did.
“Thanks,” She smiled as she crawled into bed. “I’ve got to be careful though. I’ve just got this one week left, and I keep thinking about everything I want to do when this diet is over.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, “like what?”
“Well maybe ‘do’ isn’t the right word,” She said as pulled the covers up. She made a little grimace. “’Eat’ is more like it. I can’t stop thinking about all things I’ll be able to eat soon.”
“Don’t forget about the big celery and carrot party Monday night.”
“If they pull out crap like that I’m gone. The first thing on my list is one of those donuts from the grocery store.”
“The chocolate and bacon ones?” I asked.
She closed her eyes. “Those are the ones,” she was rubbing her tummy under the covers. “My poor little tummy has been so deprived for so long,” she pouted then pulled the covers down to her waist. “Look at how it has wasted away,” she tried to keep frowning as she rubbed her still quite plump belly.
“Aw you poor thing,” I said as I reached over and pulled her close. “Let me help take your mind of your stomach for a while.”
The girls worked really hard over the last week. They took in some extra aqaubics sessions when they were available. They stuck to their already pretty strict diets and worked out religiously. And finally all that extra work paid off for Stacey. She came home Monday night after the last weigh in with a big smile on her face.
She had called earlier and was pretty excited. She told me that everything had gone pretty good and that the little after party wasn’t too bad. “Can you believe they had a cake? I tired it and it wasn’t too bad, then I found out that it was gluten free and dairy free and egg free. People and their weird diets nowadays.” She said the party was short, but not too bad. Her and Kathleen were going to go grab a desert and a drink and then she’d be home to fill me in.
I was watching the hockey game when she got home around nine. Happy Stacey was definitely back. She had a big smile on her face as she entered the living room. She dropped her gym bag on the floor then plopped down on the couch beside me. “No Doritos tonight?” she asked as she looked around. “They’re not illegal anymore.”
“I forgot, actually, I guess I could have grabbed some,” I said as I paused the game. “I take it everything went well tonight.”
“It actually did, but first,” she reached into her duffle and pulled out a bag of Doritos, Cool Ranch, and tossed them to me. “Here you go. I stopped at the grocery store.” She gave me a little wink.
“Oh,” I smiled. “Did you get one of your donuts? Or two?”
“I looked,” she frowned, “but they were sold out of them.” She gave a little shrug. “It’s just as well, Kathleen and I had already stopped and grabbed a piece of cheesecake after the party. There were a couple of other kinds of donuts, but I really wanted my bacon and chocolate. You know the old Stacey would have just grabbed any old donut and stuffed her face, but this is the new lean and mean Stacey. I am going to be much more careful about what I eat. Now let’s open up that bag of Doritos!” She reached over and took the bag from me and opened it, then put a couple of the chips in her mouth.
“New, lean and mean Stacey?” I took a couple of chips as she passed the bag back to me.
“Yeah,” She smiled. “Kath and I talked about a few things over cheesecake and,” she paused. “Wait, let me tell you about the last night of the challenge first.”
She turned and pulled her legs up onto the couch then stuffed a couple more chips in her mouth. “Guess who won the final week of the challenge?” she beamed.
“You guys won?” I said, surprised.
“What? No!” she laughed. “But I won the individual weigh in.” She had another chip and then patted her belly. “Four point six pounds! I blew everyone out of the water. Plus,” she smiled, “I was no longer the fattest in the competition.”
“Yeah, I’m second fattest,” she gave her nose a little scrunch, “and the lady I passed was the same one from the start of the competition. She is a bit taller than me, but still.” She seemed to have a satisfied look on her face as she grabbed a couple more chips. “So, yeah. I won the weekly challenge, nineteen bucks in my pocket by the way,” she smiled. “Do you want to know the grand total?”
“Of how much you won?”
“No, stupid! Of how much I lost! I only won the one weekly challenge and we didn’t place in the top three so we didn’t get any of the prize money. I already blew my winnings on the cheesecakes and wine and your Doritos that you’d better start eating before I finish the whole bag!” She pushed the Doritos in my direction after taking another handful.
“Okay,” I said, “how much did you end up losing.
“Twenty four point three pounds,” she grinned. “I actually passed Kathleen. She only lost twenty-four point one. I beat her by point two pounds. Karma is such a bitch.” She finished the chips in her hand and then looked at the bag I was still holding. “One more handful, and that’s it,” she said as she reached for it. “I shouldn’t gloat too much about beating Kathleen, but it’s kind of nice. I know she was thinking I was a horrible partner for a while there.”
“So you guys didn’t win the whole thing then?”
“No, but we didn’t come in last, which is where we were headed for a while.” She put the last of her chips in her mouth and thought for a minute. “We probably did the best in the final ten weeks. If we had done that well for the whole thing, maybe we could have won. Or at least been top three.” She shrugged. “But we didn’t come in last. And neither Kathleen nor I came in last either. I’m happy with that.” She smiled then her eyes dropped the Doritos.
“Oh, sorry, did you want some more?” I held the bag out to her.
She sighed. “No, it’s okay. But if you’re not going to eat anymore could you put them away? Maybe hide them?” She kind of frowned.
“Sure,” I said getting up. “You’re going to stick to your diet?”
She laughed at that, “No way! Well not the diet I was on anyways. But I am going to be more careful. I worked really hard to lose all this weight.” She was holding her belly when I came back from stashing the Doritos. “I’m not going to starve myself like I was, but Kath and I are going to keep up with the excursing. Most of it anyway.”
“So we’re not going out for supper?” I asked.
“Oh you’re taking me out for supper!” She said as she turned and got up off the couch. “Friday night, Buster! We had a deal.”
“Okay, okay,” I laughed, “I just wasn’t sure…”
“No, we’re going out, and I’m going to enjoy myself. But other times, I’m going to try and be a little more responsible. I really went overboard on that cruise. I can’t let myself pig out like that. Even before the cruise I was getting a little carried away,” she reached over and turned off the TV. “We’re going to take the rest of this week off and then start going to the gym again. Just one thing at a time though. I kinda liked the aquabics, but I’m not doing that and working out and doing cardio all in one night. No way.
“Oh, I was going to finish watching that game…”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, “Wouldn’t you rather score?” She smiled. “Come on and enjoy this skinny body I’ve worked so hard on getting.” She gave me a big kiss then turned and led me up the stairs, still holding my hand. I tried to do the math in my head. Even after losing almost twenty-five pounds Stacey must still be over 180. “Not exactly skinny,” I thought as I watched her still wide hips swing as she worked her way up the stairs, “but still beautiful.”
When Friday finally rolled around we had had great rest of the week. Since she didn’t have to run out to the gym or the pool, Stacey tried to get back in the habit of cooking nicer meals. Fettuccini Alfredo made a return. So did homemade mac and cheese. Deserts even made a reappearance. Blueberry pie and ice cream. “Just for this week,” she smiled as she licked the ice cream scoop clean. “Then, I’ll probably cut out desserts. And maybe just one of these suppers a week too. I’m gonna try and find some better recipes, but I should try and eat a little lighter.” She smiled as she put a piece of pie and the ice cream in front of me. “I’m gonna try and take advantage of this week to fatten you up a bit, though.”
“I don’t think I lost any weight,” I said as I looked at the desert in front of me.
“Just enjoy it,” she said as she dug into her desert. Her eyes were closed as she savoured her blueberry pie. I couldn’t be sure, but her piece looked even bigger than the one she had served me.
I let her choose the restaurant for her ‘cheat night’ and wasn’t surprised to hear her say ‘Andre’s’. It had always been one of her favourites and I could tell she was looking forward to it. We both went all out with appetizers; calamari for me and artichoke dip for Stace, soups; lobster bisque for both of us and then mains; steak for me and Surf and Turf for Stace. I was too full for desert, but Stacey was determined to enjoy her first night out in almost four months.
“It’s so nice to be able to have whatever I want and not feel guilty,” she grinned as the waiter dropped off her strawberry flambé. “You sure you don’t want to get a desert?”
“I’m full, Stace. That was a big steak.”
“I’m full,” she repeated back in a mocking tone. “That’s never stopped me,” she paused to take a big bite of her now cooled desert. “Probably just as well you didn’t order anything,” she said with her cheeks stuffed full of food, “I’d have ended up eating your desert too.”
“So what do you want to do now?” I asked? “Hit the town?”
“I’d love to just curl up with a bottle of wine and find something on TV that doesn’t require too much thought. I’ve really enjoyed not having to rush out to the gym every night these last few days.” She took another big bite of her desert. “Are you okay with that?”
“I’m okay with it, I just wanted you to have the option, it’s your big night out and I didn’t want you to feel cheated. I know you were looking forward to this.”
“Well, now that you mention it,” she smiled between bites. “I did have an idea for tomorrow.”
“There’s that boat show out at the convention centre,” she scraped the last of her desert from the plate. She licked the fork clean then pushed the plate off to the side. “I know you’ve been looking at boats…”
“How did you know that?” I was a little surprised. It was sort of an idea of mine to find a little boat so we could spend some time out on the water.
“You’re not as sneaky as you think either, buster.” She smiled as she set her fork down. “I saw your browser history,” she added after. “But anyways, I thought we could head over there first thing tomorrow, there’s some nice restaurants over there by the centre and then maybe spend the night in a hotel.” She sat forward a bit, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her linked fingers. “What do you think, would you like to take your wifey on a little date night like that?” She cocked her head a little and smiled her gorgeous smile.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” I smiled as I stared at my wife. The way she was sitting her still plump arms were framing her chest as it rested on the table. She looked incredible.
“I know,” she laughed, “I already made the reservations.”
We left the restaurant soon after and even though it was barely nine o’clock; we were soon relaxing in bed, sharing a bottle of wine.
“Thanks for tonight,” Stacey smiled while we watched a movie on pay per view.
“No problem, it was nice to get out and do that with you.” I looked over at my wife as she lay in bed. Propped up on pillows, the position of her head really made her double chin stand out. She raised one chubby arm to take a sip of wine while the other hand rested on her full plump belly. “You earned it,” I added as I set my glass down then reached over put me arm around her. “You did wait a long time for that night out.”
“I did,” she said as she finished her wine, then put the empty glass on her night table. “I can’t remember the last time I went to bed with a full stomach like this. She turned her head to face me, smiling that wonderful smile. “I feel like a queen.”
We headed out early that morning, stopping at a McDonalds for a quick bite along the way.
“You know,” she said between mouthfuls of sausage McMuffin. “I know this isn’t fancy dining, but I really missed eating crap like this. Must be some sort of primitive thing. Craving grease and stuff.”
Her ‘big night out’ was slowly becoming a ‘big weekend out’. But it was hard to blame her. She had gone without all the little things she enjoyed for quite a while.
“Are you going to eat your hash brown?”
“No, you go ahead,” I smiled and watched as her eyes smiled back as she reached in and grabbed the hash brown. It was so nice to be with happy Stacey. I was really looking forward to the rest of the weekend. We made it to the boat show in pretty good time. I did really enjoy it, but I could tell Stacey was getting a little bored.
“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” I asked her. “It’s okay, I’ve seen most of the displays.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Everything kind of looks the same to me.” She paused and looked around. “Look, there’s still lots left to see. Is it all right if I take the car and head over the mall? I’ll come back and get you in a couple of hours?”
“Sure,” I said as we headed towards the exit. “I’ll walk out with you and drop off these pamphlets.”
As we were leaving we passed a diving booth and a swimsuit booth. I could almost picture Stacey in a wetsuit. I was going to suggest she check them out, in case we did get a boat and she wanted to try waterskiing. She was already checking out swimsuits though.
“Are you going to try on a swimsuit?”
“Hmm,” she replied, still flipping through them, “no, not yet. I want to get one for our next cruise, but I still have a lot of weight to lose.” She held a skimpy bikini up against her figure. “Imagine me, fifty pounds lighter, in this.”
“I think you should try that on right now,” I smiled.
“I’d be practically naked!” she laughed, putting the swimsuit back on its rack. “There wasn’t much material there to handle this body.”
“Exactly,” I smiled leaning in for a kiss.
“Just you wait,” she said, giving me a quick kiss back. “I’ll be at a better weight before you know it.”
She texted me about three hours later and said she was ready to come and get me. She was done looking around the mall, and I was done dreaming about spending money on a cute little speedboat. By now it was nearly 3:00 in the afternoon. I had grabbed a hotdog while at the show, but was starting to get hungry for real meal.
“What do you want to do for supper?” I asked Stacey as I slid into the passenger seat. I had thrown a few more pamphlets in the back, noticing there wasn’t a lot of shopping bags back there.
“There’s a great Mexican place by the hotel,” she said pulling out. “I drove by it coming back from the mall. I thought we could unload the car and check in, then just walk over.”
“Sounds okay with me, when do you want to go and eat? I’m actually getting pretty hungry.”
“You’re always thinking about food,” she laughed and gave me a little swat in the chest. “I just had a snack, so I’m okay for a bit, but we could go and sit at the restaurant. They probably have chips and salsa.” She paused and her eyes lit up, “Oh! And margaritas!”
“Sounds good,” I replied, “so you just got a chance to eat now? Too busy shopping? It doesn’t look like you picked up much.”
“Hmm?” she shook her head, “No, I looked at a lot of stuff. I did pick out something. I grabbed lunch when I got to the mall. A little Greek place.” She looked at me after she found a parking spot at the hotel and smiled. “Then just before I texted you I found a cinnamon bun place. I can’t remember the last time I had something like that. But, God, it was huge.”
Once checked into the room, I ran our bags up along with Stacey’s purchases, and then met her in the lobby. We walked over and had no trouble getting a table, but I was glad we were there early. With the boat show near by it was probably going to get busy at some point. As expected our waitress kept our chips and salsa bowls filled. As well as our margaritas. Even though I was the hungry one, Stacey nibbled her way through her fair share.
Although not the healthiest of suppers, I was almost ready to just head back to the room after a few bowls of salsa and chips, but Stacey thought we should have something more substantial to eat then just that. Especially since our waitress was bringing me my third, and Stacey her second Margarita.
“Look, they have tacos, and burritos. You love this stuff.” She searched through the menu trying to decide. “I was going to get something authentic, but after the margaritas, I think I just want bar food.”
“Okay, I’ll grab a burrito, what do you want?”
Her eyes sparkled as she found it. “Nachos!” she exclaimed!
If I had thought my burrito platter was big, it was nothing compared to Stacey’s nacho platter. “Wow, she said,” her eyes going wide at the mountain of nachos, beef and cheese piled in front of her. “You’re going to have to help me with this.”
“I was going to ask you to help me with this,” I replied. “We may be here for a while. We’re gonna need more margaritas.”
“Aren’t you glad we just have to walk back to the hotel,” she smiled as she started digging in to her meal. “
It took her a while, but Stacey got through most of her giant platter. She leaned bag and took a deep breath. “Whew!” she said as she exhaled. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it.”
“I can’t,” she frowned. “I’m too full. I can’t believe it. I bet they have deep fried ice cream here.” She looked through one of the tabletop menus. “Crap, they do. I would have loved that. But I can’t do it.”
“Maybe next time?” I offered.
“For sure, I should have saved room, but the nachos were soooo good.” She stifled a little burp. “Are you done? Looks like you still have some work to do.”
“I’m done.” I said. “It’s just some rice and the refried beans left.” I finished my margarita and watched for the waitress so I could let her know we were ready for the cheque.
The waitress came with our bill shortly. “Do you want me to wrap this up to go?” she asked me. “It will just take a second.”
“No I’m good,” I said as I paid the bill and got ready to stand. The waitress thanked us for the tip and headed off.
“Nuts,” Stacey said. “I bet we could have gotten desert to go.”
Back in the room we both stretched out to let our meals digest. Stacey looked very content propped up on pillows, her hands resting on her stuffed tummy. “Mmmmm,” she sighed. “That was sooo good, but I am sooo stuffed right now.” She turned her head a bit to face me. “Sorry I abandoned you and hit the mall, I’ve really enjoyed spending all this time with you, I just was getting a little bored at the boat show.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said, “this is your weekend. The fact that you thought of the show and wanted to do that with me was just a bonus. It’s nice to see you relax and enjoy yourself.”
“It’s nice alright.” She rubbed her belly a little. “I might have enjoyed myself a little too much at supper though. I’m not used to eating big meals like that.” She gave a little ‘oumph’ and pushed herself up to a seated position. “Thanks, though, for doing this little break with me.”
“Do I ever say no to you?”
“True, I do have you wrapped around my little finger.” She swung her legs over the bed and got up. “Don’t go anywhere, I do have one little surprise for you.” She grabbed on of her shopping bags and headed for the bathroom.
Between the early morning and all of the walking around the boat show and the big meal with the margaritas I was starting to feel pretty beat. I could almost feel myself falling asleep just as the door to the bathroom opened.
“Don’t fall asleep yet!” Stacey called. I turned to see her come out of the bathroom. She had on some lingerie that she must have bought today. She looked a little uncomfortable in it as she posed in the doorway. It was a black lace bra with sheer panels draping from it. Underneath I could make out a garter strapped tightly around her waist and holding up some sheer stockings. She slowly strutted over to the bed. The bra supported her chest well, amplifying its size. She had her hair up and I was completely awestruck and very much wide-awake.
She still looked a little uncomfortable as she came around the bed to where I was laying. “Wow,” I said quietly, “you look incredible.”
She smiled and lifted one leg up on to the bed then started unhooking the clips holding up her stockings. It looked like she was going to do a little show for me. Slowly she worked each stocking down her thick thighs, her belly bunched into rolls as she leaned forward. Then she would straighten and twirl them a couple of times, pausing only to fling them. Once the stockings were off she finished unclasping the garter, and pulled it off. Finally she looked relaxed and she let out a deep breath, then a giggle. “It was a little tighter than I had planned,” she smirked as she pulled the sheer panels apart and rubbed her soft, round belly. “A few too many nachos tonight,” she whispered with another little giggle.
After some incredible sex, we lay in bed catching our breath. “Thanks again for the great weekend,” she said while rubbing my chest. “It’s been pretty much perfect.”
“Just pretty much?” I asked.
“Well, there is one thing that would make it even better, but it’s really not necessary.”
I was a little curious now. “What is it?”
“No, forget it,” she insisted. “Really, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have even brought it up.” She lay back in bed and I could see there was still something on her mind.
“You can tell me.”
She rolled back to face me. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stop thinking about it though.”
She smiled and scrunched her face up a little. “Do you think you could run down and grab me some of that deep fried ice cream?”