Sun beamed through the windows surrounding the front door as I twirled in front of the hallway mirror. As I've been getting older this has become a daily routine. I'd put on a figure-accentuating long flower patterned sundress, the bright petals contrasting well against my soft pale skin. My breasts hung heavy beneath the fabric and as I spun I smiled as the large swells of my buttcheeks jiggled seductively. They'd jiggle even more liberally once I put on my heels. "A body built for black men," my boss had often remarked. He'd even given me a few firm smacks and squeezes as I've walked past while working as his secretary. Other than that he's kept his hands to himself (sadly). I ran my fingers through my soft, short, dark brown hair and waited for the call to let me know Jamal was outside.
I can't pretend I didn't enjoy the company of the young man. Alex's father left when he was still a baby and that baby had grown into a hard-working and athletic eighteen year old. He'd become the man of the house and I cried for weeks when he left for university. Jamal was Alex's best friend and far less academic. Also eighteen, he'd started working at the local gym and offered me free personal training sessions as a favour to Alex. As a forty-two year old with curves in the right places, I appreciated help keeping them in the right places. He was always perfectly gentlemanly though I did notice him admiring me from time to time. His strong touch and muscled form motivated me to be better. During one of these sessions, I complained of not having anyone to drive me to do grocery shopping once Alex had left and always the perfect gentleman, Jamal offered to take me. I found myself saying "That would be great, can we go Saturday" just a little too quickly.
"I'm outside now, Janice," said the voice on the phone and he hung up. I put on the last bit of make-up and walked down to his car, a well kept yet older modelled Mercedes. I got in on the passenger side and greeted him with a hug and kiss on the cheek. I felt a little electricity as he hugged me strongly and my large breasts pressed up against him. "You look great as usual," he said softly. He had a musky, natural scent that made me a little dizzy. We rode in mostly silence to the store, his presence was strong enough to stave off awkwardness. I enjoyed watching him drive, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt and his arms bulged as he steered the car smoothly through the Summer streets.
We loaded up the car with a couple of weeks worth of food and began the drive back. This is what I had been missing since Alex left, someone firm and masculine to help run my household. To thank him I invited Jamal back for some cheese and wine. He nodded and said that sounded like a great idea. I led him to the kitchen and he sat down while I busied myself preparing a board and some glasses. I could feel his young eyes on my behind as it swayed heavily during the prep work. The heat of that Saturday afternoon was overbearing and the sweat on my behind was causing the dress to cling snugly to my buttocks. Every fine curve and dimple out on moist display.
We moved into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I opened the bottle and we began to speak, about life, people moving away, Alex moving away, As I moved onto my second glass of wine I felt my heart beating a bit faster and I moved one of my heeled feet lightly against Jamal's leg. The cheese board went onto the floor, there was silence for a few moments and then like a storm breaking through the sky, he opened.
"I've known you my whole life, I've really looked at you and I've seen you. I know what Alex meant to you but he's gone. I'm here for you now. I want to peel back that dress and see your true self. You need someone to take control in a world where you feel like you have none. I want you to see me as I really am. You need to be kept on your knees and I'm animal that's going to do that for you, when I'm done with you you'll wonder if you ever knew me at all."
