Heather was sat in her picture window looking out into a starlit sky; it was 9:00 at night, and it was dark in her sitting room. She had turned off the lights, it was a beautiful night watched by an equally beautiful woman. Her soft angelic hazel eyes were filled with tears of sadness, what was she going to do now?
This very day had been the day of her husband's funeral, and now she felt she had been left with nothing. Although her now late husband had left her with a rich monetary future due to insurance policies he had wisely provided them with. And also a healthy bank balance.
His death had been as sudden as it was unexpected; he had just collapsed in his office suffering a massive heart attack from which there was no recovery.
She was on her own this night, they never had had any children, and the reason for that was his impotency. Both of their families lived away, what there was of them. He had been a good loving husband; the only thing he had ever lacked in life was his performance in bed.
He hadn't been well endowed and under performed when making love to his wife; although he knew of it, he did always try his best to please her, but sadly had nearly always failed.
Heather had never blamed him or complained, they had been to specialists to find a treatment for him and his erectile and potency problems. But it had all ended in failure. Her only satisfaction had been with the use of a vibrator, and even that had its limits.
So now here she was sat alone in her window with seemingly no future, 35 years old and no one to love or comfort her. Oh how she wished for one moment to be in the arms of a strong loving man. Who could and would care for her, and take her to heights otherwise never attained, or likely to now.
To dominate her in a loving way, control her, to look up into his eyes as he fucked her and made love to her. With an abandon and ferocity that would almost break her heart. To make her desire for the love, and the submission to be brought to the surface of her loving heart. So she could give, and hand over her life to a man that would give her all she wanted.
Heather is beautiful, she had never been unfaithful to her husband in 17 years of marriage, and even with his problems she would never entertain infidelity. She was a statuesque woman, tall straight and voluptuous, with a natural grace and elegance that was inborn; her weight was just right at 133lb's.
Her centre parted auburn hair was curly and wavy at the same time, down past her shoulders, her forehead was slightly flattish and broad, that made her big wide eyes appear even wider, bright hazel eyes, that when they caught the light, would almost dazzle you.
Set on high cheek bones narrowing to a smooth rounded chin, encasing her lovely heart shaped full lips that pouted all on their own, without any prompting from her.
A long swallow neck down to white creamy satin smooth skin. Shoulders that led on to a sumptuous body, she was all sensuous women. Full, but not large breasted, with long legs that tapered to small shapely feet. She was glowing with a healthiness that any woman like her loved, even on this sad day.
But she hated thinking what she was thinking right now, she wanted to be in a loving mans arms. Some one who had arms like Jerome who lived down the hall 3 doors away in her apartment block?
Jerome was a black man of African origin; he was a personal fitness trainer. Heather had employed him a few times in her home to teach her a fitness regime which he had. She had got to know him fairly well, and knew he was single. She had, felt a lust for him she had never felt for a long time, but because she was married had never shown or acted on it.
He, on his part did know, he was the kind of man who could smell a woman in lust. His charisma and internal charm and 6th sense allowed him to feel a woman's urges, shown or not.
When ever he went to some one's home he would always make sure he was wearing thick pants or shorts, with purpose made underwear that would contain his huge appendage, to avert any misunderstandings. He often got a hard on because some women were just stunning, but he did after all have a well earned reputation to guard.
But it was his mind that was the power behind his persona, when he spoke everyone listened, his voice had a deep mellow baritone mesmeric quality, and he could hold his audience with ease.
Jerome was 28 years old, 7 years her junior, but a lifetime ahead when it came to knowing what a woman desired.
He was extremely good looking, 240lb's, 6ft 4" tall and built like a brick shithouse! He was big in every sense of the word. Big arms, big hands, big feet, big every thing, and his prick was well in keeping with his natural size, once a woman had insisted on measuring it, and told him it was 10.5" long and nearly 2" wide in the middle.
Broad shouldered, powerful flat chest, narrow waisted with a washboard stomach you couldn't buy, set on tree like legs, all of this, but he wasn't a knotted muscular man, his power and stature was a natural gift from mother nature that he had enhanced through training.
He had, the very day before today been spotting a lovely newly married blonde in the gym. She had made it patently clear, she was at home on her own through the week as her husband worked away, and would he like to call round for a coffee sometime?
He had kindly declined.
And what number of women had found out was that he was well hung? Lots had. He would laugh when he overheard men, who bragged of the size of their manhood and prowess. But none knew except those women that he was hung like the proverbial horse!
He knew he was a strong long lasting lover that could fuck a woman to heaven and back before coming himself. He didn't believe in playing around if he was in a relationship, and he was single now, because he was looking and waiting for the right one to come along.
He had thought that if he ever met a woman like Heather, who lived down the hall. Then he would be happy if he could get her to love him, as he would love her.
He had attended the funeral that afternoon, and knew Heather was at home and on her own. He pondered whether to go and knock on her door, and ask if she needed anything or wanted some company. He wasn't thinking of anything else, she was sad, he knew that, and he truly wanted to offer her comfort in her hour of need.
He dresses in light cream pants, and a white short sleeved top. He headed down the hall to her apartment, hesitated but then knocked. He waited a moment and thought maybe she had gone to bed. As he turned to walk away the door opened, and a lonely sad looking Heather peered out, and smiled wanly at him.
'Er, hi Heather,' he said, 'Sorry for knocking on your door so late, but I just wanted to know that you were okay, or if you wanted to chat, or needed some company?' 'I know it must have been a tremendously hard for you today, and I knew you were on your own?'
'Jerome, hello, yes I am on my own, but I don't think I would be very good company tonight, thank you anyway.' Heather replied.
'It's not me who needs the company Heather, but me who wants to be of some assistance to you if I can?' He said.
She smiled at that, and invited Jerome in to her home.
'Would you like some tea Jerome?' Heather asked him.
'That would be lovely,' he responded, 'can I help?'
'No no, Im okay, I won't be a moment, please make yourself at home.'
