It was a beautiful spring day in Atlanta, Georgia. The sun was out, a few puffy clouds were drifting by in the heavens, the temperature was warm, and a light breeze was blowing. It was too perfect a day to think of the disaster looming in the near future.
That impending disaster was the reason Amy had the job she was supposed to be doing. The teen was supposed to be stacking boxes of emergency supplies in an bomb-proof underground bunker. The supplies would soon be needed. The scientists at NASA had broadcast a world wide warning of an approaching meteor. The meteor that was going to hit the earth in a few days was predicted to hit somewhere in the Great Plains of North America. The resulting impact would destroy a great portion of earth’s population. The initial deaths would come either from the violent impact itself and its shock-wave and the huge earthquakes that would follow. Many more would die from the long period of darkness caused by the ejection of massive amounts of earth ejected from the impact site and hurled into the upper atmosphere. Vast crop failures were expected which would result in worldwide starvation.
Many governments, private organizations, and a few wealthy individuals were stockpiling survival rations in what they thought were secure locations in the hopes of providing any survivors with what they would need. Curt Johnson was one of the wealthy individuals who was planning to survive the meteor strike. He had built a nearly bomb-proof storage bunker and a home next to it. The home was designed as a reinforced shelter as well.
For the past month, Curt had been carefully watching one of his young employees. She was a hard worker and he had grown fond of her without saying anything.
Amy had been employed by a wealthy individual unknown to her to help store the emergency supplies in a very secure bunker. It was Friday afternoon and her tasks were nearly complete. The meteor was due to arrive sometime around midday Monday. Time for preparations was getting very short.
Instead of working as she was supposed to be, Amy was daydreaming about cuddling with a boy she knew and liked from school. She had dreamed of him ever since they were Juniors in high school. At nineteen years of age, Amy had now graduated from school and was part of the adult working world.
Unfortunately for Amy, the boy she was fantasizing about didn’t know or care about Amy’s feelings for him. He barely acknowledged her existence. Amy wasn’t his type of girl. He preferred the slender, big-titted, cheerleader types.
Amy, on the other hand, was short and a little on the pudgy side. She stood a bit over five foot six and weighed about one hundred forty pounds. That combination had given her a sizable set of tits, a plump and well rounded ass, and a nicely padded belly. She kept her auburn hair cut short, and it seemed to form a frame for her cute round and freckled face. Her green eyes usually sparkled when she smiled.
Amy didn’t know her supervisor, Mr. Curt Johnson, was the owner of the bunker where she was working. As he walked by the area Amy was in, he noticed she was just standing in a corner of the bunker behind a pile of boxes. As he got closer to her, he noticed tears flowing from Amy’s eyes.
“Amy, what’s wrong?” He asked the weeping girl.
She was startled by Mr. Johnson’s sudden appearance. “Nothing sir. I’ll get back to work right away.”
“It’s alright, Amy. No one expects you, or anyone else, to be concentrating on work with what’s soon coming our way.”
With tears still flowing from her eyes, Amy walked past Mr. Johnson to return to work. He gently reached out and took hold her by her shoulders. He pulled her backwards until her back was pressed to his chest. As he held her firmly, he asked. “Amy will you talk to me? Is there anything I can do to help you?”
“No sir. I have just realized that I will never be with a boy I like. He will never hold and cuddle with me. He, I, and most of the other people we know will probably be dead by next Monday evening. He didn’t care for me anyway. I’m too fat for him to be attracted to me. All my dreams will end in a few days anyway. Maybe that’s not so bad after all.”
“Amy, you are not too fat. I think you are cute as hell. I’ve been watching you for weeks, and I like what I’ve seen. I have developed a strong attraction to you. I just didn’t know how to approach you. After all, you are only nineteen and I am your twenty-eight-year-old boss. I hope you don’t get too mad at me for what I’m about to do.”
Mr. Johnson then bent forward and kissed the side of Amy’s neck. In the mean time, his hands slid around her torso and gently hugged her.
Amy sighed as she felt her supervisor’s strong arms around her waist and his hands on her belly. “Oh Mr. Johnson. I’m not mad at all. As a matter-of-fact, that feels nice.” She then tilted her head back and let it rest on his chest.
“Amy, please call me Curt.” He began rubbing and squeezing Amy’s belly and slowly moved his hands up to her breasts. He gently squeezed them and kissed her neck again.
She gasped when Curt moved his hands up and covered her breasts. She then cooed in appreciation of the feelings she was getting. “Curt, I have never done anything like this before. The boys never seemed to like me.”
“Well I do. I like girls with a little meat on their bones.” He then squeezed Amy’s breasts again. “Amy, since the workday is almost over anyway, I would like to take you out if you’re interested. Amy, will you go out to dinner with me?”
Amy spun around in his arms to face Curt. She seemed to be in thought for a few seconds as she stared into his eyes. Then a smile spread across her face. She then threw her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts into his torso, and kissed his lips. “Curt, are you really asking me for a date? No one has ever asked me out before.”
Curt smiled down at the cute girl in his arms. “That’s their loss. Yes Amy, I’m asking you for a date. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”
“Yes Curt, I’d love to go to dinner with you. I just need to go home to clean up first.” Amy was back to her normal bubbly self.
“OK! Go home now. I’ll pick you up in about an hour.”
Curt had barely finished speaking before Amy was running out of the bunker’s open blast doors and heading for her car. Curt thought he should probably hurry too. He didn’t want to keep his date waiting very long. With the approaching meteor only a few days away, there was precious little time to waste.
Just a little over an hour later Curt had gotten home, showered, shaved, dressed, and driven to Amy’s apartment. He had barely gotten parked when Amy came bounding out to meet him. The loose summer dress she was wearing fluttered in the breeze as she approached. Its low cut bodice showed a considerable amount of her cleavage. She hoped into the passenger seat of his car before he had a chance to open the door for her. She then leaned over to kiss his right cheek.
“Wow Amy! You sure seem a lot happier than you were a little while ago. You look and smell delicious.”
Amy practically beamed at him and said, “Curt, there is not enough time before the meteor arrives for me to play hard to get. So, if you’re interested in a fat girl like me, we can have a good time tonight.”
Curt replied without actually responding to her comment. “You’re right, Amy. Time is short. So, let’s get going.” Curt then pulled out of the parking space and headed toward one of the nicest restaurants in town.
They ate steak and lobster and shared a bottle of wine. The laws on underage drinking had been rolled back. Due to the likelihood of a short life expectancy, sixteen was now the legal drinking age.
By the time they had finished dinner, Amy was giggling a lot. She was a little tipsy from the wine. “Curt, I’m sorry I’m being so silly. I have never drank so much wine.”
Curt laughed at his date, placed his arm over her shoulder, and pulled her closer to him. “It’s alright, baby. I want you to have fun and remember this night.”
Amy thought the comment about remembering this night was a bit weird considering they would probably be dead in a few days. There wouldn’t be time to remember anything. She tilted her head back when Curt lifted her chin. She happily accepted and returned the tender kiss Curt placed on her lips.
Curt whispered in Amy’s ear. “Are you ready to go, Amy?”
She looked up into his eyes and replied. “Yes Curt, but let me say something first. You’re the first guy who has treated me this nice. I like you a lot. So, since we only have a few days before the meteor probably kills us all, I’ve decided to give myself to you. You can do whatever you want with me. I am looking forward to at least one night’s pleasure with you before the meteor puts an end to us all and all that we know. OK, I’m ready now.”
Curt kissed her passionately and told her, “Amy, your are a very special girl to me. I have never been married and it’s unlikely that is in my future right now. So, let’s make the best of what we have and let whatever happens happen.” He then left a nice tip on the table and escorted Amy to his car. During the ride to Curt’s home, Amy sat close to him. He placed his right arm over her shoulders and hugged her. He gently rubbed her upper arm as he drove toward his home. Though he was very tempted to caress her breast, he didn’t want to come on too strong and frighten this young woman. She soon sighed and laid her head back on his shoulder. A broad smile brightened her face.
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