Well..maybe...

Jonhatan takes a step forward. Looking up, I see his perfect short beard advancing, and above it a resolute look. Instinctively, I take a step back. "Where are you going? Do you wanna fight or what?", he asks, smirking disdainfully,"I'm not gonna hurt you Mrs.Jenkins. You're Anna's mom. If you need a demonstration though, I'm here for you". He takes another step towards me. I'm intimidated by that tall and solid figure. In many years, I never faced a man so athletic and used to fight. Back in my 20s, I always avoided the arrogant college team guys, and even in judo I was not used training with men. I must come up with something but there is no time and I don't have a strategy. Following my instinct, I rise my right leg to kick his chest and at least stop him from advancing. My foot flies up and bangs exactly where I wanted, namely on his right pec. He doesn't even flinch. I feel behind my sole his warm skin and, under it, the hardness of a muscle ready to take on more serious challenges. He just smirks and seizes my ankle, forcing me to hop on one foot.

"Nice pedicure Mrs.Jenkins!", he says, observing my pink nail polish. No, this isn't real. I cannot be handled in this way by a guy almost 20 years younger. But the nightmare has just began. Now Jonhatan is pinching my toes between his fingers as though he was inspecting them, painfully wrenching the small bones inside. "Stop! It hurts!", I can only complain. "Oh really? Sorry...", he replies, finally freeing my foot. All my right toes are aching and I can barely hold my weight on them. He comes closer and his shadow hides me from the sunlight. Once again, I'm panicking and have no idea what to do. My only instinct is pushing away my big barechested opponent, and so I rise my hands, ready to shoot on any part of his body. Unfortunately, I haven't the chance to do that. The guy immediately intercepts my hands and interlaces his fingers with mine. "No, no...no....don't hurt me...", I can only beg in my mind. But it's too late.

Jonhatan bends my wrists painfully, just overwhelming my female hands with his might. A groan of pain leaves my mouth, while my legs tremble. I'm forced on my knees, until my eyes reach the same height of his crotch. The guy is having fun; "This is a mercy game old lady...so if you wanna stop this you've to ask for....", "Mercy!", my voice quivers in return. The pressure stops abruptly but my hands and wrists feel as sore as my toes. "I brought you on your knees just using my strength. Do you really want to teach me a fighting lesson? Like exchanging strikes and wrestling holds with me Karoline?", he asks from above, staring down at me. For the first time, he used my name, probably to make me understand my loss of credibility. I don't dare to fix his eyes and rather look down, towards his feet. "I notice that you keep watching my feet...", he says. I blush. "Normally, I would ask you for a sincere apology. You have acted ridiculously; even considering that you're an adult woman. But given the situation, I think that you can just say sorry by kissing them".

Most of the times, we master our actions. Sometimes, we don't. This time I just follow my heart and bow my head, kissing at first gently and then more and more passionately his big toes and forefoot with my lips. "A fantastic licker!", he remarks, "It's enough now....". Jonhatan rises one foot and pushes it over my nose, thrusting me unceremoniously backward. My naked back feels the grass, and a moment later the guy gets on me. He seats comfortably onto my belly and I see that is wearing my sunglasses. When did I lose it? Probably in the very first moments of our "fight", so to speak. This is just a fine addition to my already crumbling defeat. He comes over and lays one me, pinning my hands on the ground and opening my thighs with his feet. My legs become wide open and his crotch is just pressing onto my vagina. Looking at his large shoulders looming over me, I can only gasp in admiration.