Answer the door.

I looked into the peephole at the top of the door. Through it I saw the man I was expecting. He was tall, with mahogany skin. He was in his late thirties, divorced if I remembered correctly. His fingers were tucked into the pockets of a pair of green golf shorts, with the thumbs hanging out. He had on a thin grey t-shirt, shrink-wrapped over his muscular arms and slightly protruding belly.

I put back on my cap, then I pulled the handle and slowly slid open the door, still bare below my waist. He smiled at me and walked inside without a word. I looked out at the parking lot and the street, slowly scanning the horizon for anything out of place, and then I shut the door.

When I turned around, he was sitting on the bed. He patted his lap with his hand and grinned up at me. I approached him, my heart beating out of my chest. I gently sat down on his lap. Ordinarily I would have have fit just fine, but... My widened hips and swollen rear covered his legs like a blanket. He grunted softly as he felt my weight. He simply chuckled and examined my body. His mouth hung open in delight and disbelief.

"There's no way you looked like this when we first met. I could never forget a body like this." He said, caressing my thighs.

"I've... put on a few pounds..." I responded, beginning to sweat again.

Without even a layer of fabric to stop it, my sweet nectar soaked into the straining fabric of his shorts. I could feel him becoming erect. The heat coming from his crotch was so intense that I imagined it must be giving off steam inside such a cold room. I felt it press against my legs as he leaned forward to kiss me. He went for the tongue right away. It was clumsy, like an animal trying to hump your leg. Somehow I didn't mind, but it still made me think of Jamie, and his gentle demeanor.

Nonetheless, I responded in kind, and soon I was moving my hips, grinding against the throbbing mound of green fabric.

He grabbed my cap, no doubt meaning to get it out of his way...