The trap

The rotation of seasons continues endlessly, and after a month a fresh and warm springtime blossoms around our home. This season brings new life in the world and I am not indifferent to this change. My body has changed. It is tougher, more resilient, and reactive. I look at my reflection in the mirror. The naked shape that just came out of the shower is that of a woman in the best of her energies: the face is still fresh and without wrinkles, the legs compact and strong, my upper section is thinner around the waist and larger near the breast, and the shoulders are solid like little hills. In my early 40s, I feel young, and sensual, and powerful as I've never been. A line of makeup is more than enough to improve my eyes, but I have no time to complete the operation that the doorbell rings. Probably it's just a courier peering out. My heart stops. It was Jonathan. I'm alone at home and there's no one else, especially not Anna. How could he not know? Suddenly a shiver of excitement shakes me and makes the hairs all over my body stand on end. My clothes are there beside me but, acting crazily as if a demon has possessed me, I choose not to wear them. Instead, I put on my underwear and then wrap my body in a simple white bathrobe, heading for the door. No woman with the slightest decency would open in those conditions, and I'm aware of it, but I've been looking for an opportunity for intimacy with that boy for months and now it seems that heaven (or hell) has given me one. I open the door with my skin still damp.

"Hey Johny what a surprise! Come in!", I say in a friendly way, letting the boy in. Jonathan is wearing jeans, sneakers, and a black tank top that shows off his muscular arms. I have to say I'm surprised because he usually dresses more elegantly, but either way, that outfit shows off his sexy, athletic physique. His green eyes sweep around his room and finally settle on me. He immediately notices that I'm wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath and smiles. "Anna isn't here...", he tells me. "Yes, didn't you know? She's with her friends and back tomorrow...", "Yes, of course I did" he replies, leaving me confused. "Then why are you here?", I ask him, striving to maintain a neutral attitude, "To see if you need anything, Mrs Jenkins", he replies. I laugh softly and sit down on the couch "And what should I need?", "I don't know...", Jonathan replies, sitting inopportunely next to me, "Maybe you want someone to talk with." The boy is bold. I remain silent, following his hand as it goes to my sleek leg, which is left uncovered by the large bathrobe. His palm is dry and warm. I smile "You are very kind...", I answer, putting my hand on top of that. I look into his eyes and immediately twist his wrist in an unnatural way. Jonathan gasps as I turn and straddle him. My right knee rests between his legs and my right hand grabs his neck, pushing him back against the seat, while my left still controls the hand with which he carelessly touched me. The young man looks up in surprise as a half-naked woman in only a bathrobe looms over him. I bring my face to his eyes. "Do you think you're going to come to my house and fuck my asshole? You don't understand how it's going today. You kid will ask forgiveness for your behavior right now or I swear I'll give you so many slaps that you'll beg me to stop".

Jonathan rolls his eyes and then laughs. "I knew it Mrs Jenkins, that's what I like about you. You like to be in charge and aren't afraid of anything...however...", he moves and I don't know how he breaks free from my grip, urging me to the floor, "...I won't be scared by a middle-aged woman. So are we going to end it?". I chuckle and get up in response, staring at him with a defiant look. "Do you know your problem, Johnny boy? You need manners. We'll get right there by the couches," I tell him, "…where we have the space to fight and sort this out. You're a sexist bastard, and I'm going to make you regret the day you started practicing martial arts....". Now it's clear what I want; my facade has crumbled. The boy seems thrilled though. He smiles, shakes his head and then swiftly takes off his shoes and shirt. "Perfect, if you want your ass spanked lady I'm ready. Out of curiosity Mrs Jenkins, have you really ever fought a man before? I warn you. It could be very painful and humiliating.". Speaking so, he flexes his arms, chest, and whole upper body. I hesitate. Yes, he was a braggart but sure he looks young, solid and big; in one word invincible. I feel intimidated. Looking into his eyes I realize that he will have no mercy on the woman who dared to challenge him. I'm in for a lot of pain and endless humiliation if I lose, but even if I win, will I make it unscathed? I'm getting worried, and it's bad; our confrontation has already begun, and I know that my body will fight only if my spirit stands firm.