The famous athlete with an appetite, Miranda Walker

A trendy tapas restaurant wasn't exactly where Jamie had expected to meet his soon to be wife for the very first time. He felt very much out of place amongst the sleek, curved furniture and the racy modern artwork covering the walls featuring stylized and scantily clad male figures. Muted music hovered in the air, a sweet masculine voice singing words in some language he'd never heard before. It was all way too cool for a shy and plain boy like him, the sort of place a celebrity would go. Which, it turned out, his choice of bride kind of was. Miranda Walker, the smiling athlete whose picture had made him blush with how handsome and strong she'd looked.

Jamie had never watched...well any sport really. Even if he had been interested, which he wasn't really, Momma would never have let him do something so girlish. Well, once he'd picked out Miranda from the list of brides, she'd given a strained smile, hugged him into her side and told him it was a good choice. It was Dad who'd come into his bedroom an hour or so later and gently explained that Jamie's bride-to-be had once been one of the most famous women in the country, a star Olympic athlete who'd won gold multiple games in a row, had become the face of athletics with her handsome good looks, and still made millions off sponsorship deals and her lucrative brand of sportswear every year.

The boy couldn't believe a woman like that was actually interested in marrying him. Why? There was nothing special about him. Even Dad had seemed faintly disbelieving, a note of envy straying into his voice as he'd told his son about this amazing woman who was going to be taking him away to be part of her life of glamour and money. He'd lain awake nearly the whole night, tossing and turning and wondering why a celebrity would even want him at all. Momma had implied she knew these women she was offering him up to, so was that the reason? But a wealthy celebrity could have any boy she wanted, a model...or a pop-star or something, one of those achingly glamorous men who every girl in his school talked about having in the dirtiest ways. Why settle for him, even if she knew his Momma?

None of it made sense. And the day he'd had so far had done little to dispel his worries. Momma had woken him early this morning and gruffly told him while he was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes that Miranda wanted to meet him later today. As soon as he'd showered and dressed, she'd taken him to a salon to have a very thorough haircut and makeover, that all left him hardly able to recognize the pretty boy staring back at him from the mirror. His normally unkempt hair was so sleek and soft he couldn't stop himself from touching it and the makeup made his pale cheeks glow and the green of his eyes that much more obvious. He wished they could have at least covered up his stupid freckles, no matter how Dad insisted they made him look boyish and cute.

When they'd gotten home, Momma had handed him a shopping bag and told him to wear what was inside. That was how he found himself dressed right now in a thin blue tank top, a short pink skirt, barely long enough to cover his thighs and a pair of long brown heeled boots he could hardly walk in. He'd never shown off this much skin before, and just staggering into the restaurant he'd been blushing like a furnace, feeling the eyes of what seemed to be every woman here following him.

It had never made sense to him why some slutty boys liked dressing this way, and now Momma had made him, it still didn't. Why would anyone want to be stared at like a piece of meat? And having to meet the woman he was going to marry like this too...what would she think of him? Would she believe he was some kind of loose slut and try to back out of the wedding? Women were happy to use and **** boys like that, but they didn't want to marry a whore...did they? More than once while they waited here he'd opened his mouth meaning to ask Momma if she could postpone this meeting and let him change into his normal clothes, but then he'd remember how insistent she'd been that he wear this outfit, and how important this all seemed to her, and he'd not be able to.

"There she is, finally." Momma grunted, rising from her chair so suddenly Jamie let out a little squeal of shock. He turned to follow her gaze, and promptly froze in place with a gasp. Striding across the restaurant was the woman he'd picked to be his wife, Miranda Walker. She was taller than Momma even, one of the tallest women he'd ever seen, but more than that she seemed to fill the area around her with sheer presence alone. She had a jacket slung loosely over her shoulder and wore a collared shirt with short sleeves, showing off rippling forearms that made Jamie's cheeks flush and his legs tremble. Her skin was olive, her black hair cute fashionably short. She looked like she could toss a boy like him over her shoulder with one hand and carry him off. "Ms. Walker." Momma stepped out to meet the athlete, a slightly star-struck smile on her face. "So glad you could arrange this for us."

"Yeah, no problem." Ms. Walker shook Momma's hand and smiled faintly. Then her gaze flickered down to Jamie and her dark eyes seemed to light up. That smile widened to a grin that bared perfect, gleaming white teeth. "And this must be Jamie then? Even prettier than that photo you showed me. Pleasure to meet you, boy."

"Um...nice to meet you too, ma'am." Jamie stammered out, feeling rather dazed. The rough way she spoke wasn't what he'd been expecting at all, but she was so handsome it was kind of hard to think right now. Her tanned face, full lips and sleek black hair all looked even better than than they had in that photo.

"Oh, you are just darling. A real sweetie, like your Mother promised, huh?" Ms. Walker's smile widened, her eyes lighting up with obvious interest. Jamie bit his lip, he really wasn't used to girls looking at him that way, but where being stared at on the way here had made him very nervous, having this handsome, strong celebrity hungrily checking him out sent a strange fluttering thrill through his body. He shifted uncertainly on his seat, his dick tingling between his legs. "Call me Miri, doll. We're going to be married soon, aren't we?" Ms. Walker continued.

"Yes...Miri." Jamie murmured, blushing even hotter. Calling an older woman by her first name like that was kind of embarrassing, even if she was meant to be his bride. His cheeks must be bright scarlet by now. At least she didn't seem to mind him sitting here...if he had to stand he'd be terrified his stiffening erection might show through this tiny skirt and panties.

"Okay, Ms. Walker, shall we get started?" Momma put in tentatively.

"Sure thing." Miri nodded. She strode over to the seat across from Jamie and tossed her jacket casually over the back. The boy watched shyly as this handsome woman sat herself down just a few inches from him. Their...legs must be really close to each other under the table, and he could swear he felt the heat of her body on his bare, exposed skin. Momma scurried back round and sat back down next to him, but Jamie hardly noticed. "Let me rustle up some drinks first." Miri cut in as Momma opened her mouth to say something. "Then we can chat all you want about this marriage, okay?"

Momma nodded stiffly, a strained smile on her face as Miri turned back in her chair and raised a finger towards a waitress. Jamie felt like he could breath again without her dark, gleaming eyes fixed on him like they had been since she'd first glanced his way. The way she looked at him, so eager and appreciative, it almost felt like she was on the verge of jumping across the table at any moment and ripping his clothes off with her big, strong hands, then using him right here in front of his Momma.

The boy flushed furiously at the very naughty thought. Where had that come from? Stranger still...he felt his dick ache with need at the awful, nasty fantasy, almost...like part of him would like that, would like knowing this handsome woman just couldn't resist taking him like that. What was happening to him? He was a good boy...but somehow dressed like this, showing off his bare legs and shoulders to the woman he was meant to marry had him flushed hot and harder than he'd ever been before. Well...he just hoped Miri didn't notice what she was doing to him, how easily just her handsome face and confident manner had him so needy he couldn't help but want her to pounce on him. At least...until after they were married already anyway.