Just like any other morning before the sun kissed the clouds with its rays, Tanya went out to bathe. As her fingers teased the crevice between her petals and her red polished toes curled into a ball, her head swooned. Tanya lost her balance, but instead of crashing into the side of the zinc fence, a pair of strong muscular arms caught her. Tanya gasped too afraid to look around to see who her saviour was, because she had left Chris snoring as usual in the bed. Wondering if she should struggle and flee, Tanya, stood almost rigid against the fully clothed man listening to her raspy breathing. His palms cupping her breasts and her ass moulded against his soon throbbing manhood.
Tanya regained her balance and composure, not a word was exchanged as the man left quietly. Tanya's mind wondered if she was being watched and how Mr Big knew she was in danger. Tanya dried off and hurried back inside, trembling mentally from the encounter. She was afraid but excited by the feel of another man throbbing against her. Yet she was not embarrassed by the fact that her horniness led to her being held intimately by the man she suspected had been a voyeur. Mr. Big tried not to make eye contact for the remainder of the week and even though Tanya still felt his hands on her breasts, she said nothing to Chris about the experience, but it only heightened her orgasm each time she pleasured herself as she wondered if her saviour was watching her again.
Almost a week later after Chris and the children had left, Tanya watched Mr Big as he raked the leaves from the huge ackee tree. Tanya stepped out of her shyness.
"Aren't you going to say something to me, not even sorry?" Tanya asked.
She watched as he blushed.
"How, can I ever recover from that? I've replayed the incident in my mind over and over and each time I've seen you to say something, I've become tongue tied. To be honest what excuse could I offer. I was going out early, I heard some funny sounds coming from the shower and decided to investigate. I was just in time to catch you Ms Brown."
Tanya half smiled, "Thank you, I must have had a seizure or something."
Tanya muttered trying to cover her embarrassment and was too afraid to ask what sounds he heard.
Mr Big smirked and came closer to the kitchen window.
"Do you realise that we have never been formally introduced? I think it's primarily because I've dealt with your husband Chris. I'm Headley by the way."
Tanya started to laugh uncontrollably.
"What's the matter?" Headley asked his brows knitted with concern.
"Headley Big, that is your name, for real?" Tanya asked laughing, almost choking on her spit. "Cough, cough." She tried to steady herself. "You, must have been teased in school a lot Mr Big," Tanya finally said after coughing.
"Ahh yes, you can call me Headley, after all…," he cleared his throat, and he watched as Tanya blushed.
Tanya leaned her head and glared at him through the window.
"I'm sorry, I just thought you were in danger," Headley replied apologetically.
"It's my fault, maybe I shouldn't have been dancing on the palate board and lost my balance," Tanya replied.
"Hey, I am only glad to have assisted," Headley replied with his head held down. It's been a very long while since, I've come that close to a ... his voice trailed off."
"I'm sorry. It's been a while since a man has held me like that in the shower," Tanya replied laughing trying to make light of the situation.
A smirk replaced the laugh on Tanya's face.
"So don't you like women Headley?" Tanya asked with an eyebrow raised.
"What kind of a question is that? Since my Brenda passed almost a decade ago. I've not felt the urge to go out of my way, but have mercy, since the incident, I have not been able to sleep. I am ashamed to say it but I don't know how men look on men the same way?" Headley whispered under his breath.
Tanya wanted to laugh, but she saw how forlorn Headley's body language became.
Tanya smirked, "So you like big tits like mine?"
His countenance changed immediately, and his face lit up.
"Brenda had a rack like yours with full nipples bwoy I used to go to town on those and just like how your ass fits like firm pillow, that was my Brenda," Headley gushed with excitement.
Tanya watched as the rise in the front of his pants became evident and she remembered how firmly it throbbed a few days ago.
"Ten years Headley, that is a long time to be without companionship. Wow," Tanya further said after thinking.
"Please don't tell your husband about our encounter and certainly nothing about our discussions Mrs. Brown, please," Headley begged.
However, for some strange reason Tanya's interest was piqued. Once she had dreamt about being a detective.
"In heaven's name Mr. Big, we are two big people having a private conversation. How would I tell Christopher that a red-blooded man was nestled against my wet naked ass, his warm hands cupping my breasts with my erect nipples between his fingers and that the man held me long enough for me to feel him throb. Are you crazy? I'm more interested in your story Headley. I heard the passion about your late wife in your voice. How long were you together and what is the secret?" Tanya asked as her eyes watched the front of Headley pants.
It was fascinating to watch and then to see the glint in his eyes from 5 feet away.
"Are you serious about not being held in the shower Tanya? Can I call you Tanya by the way?" Headley asked.
"Sure, so don't you get horny, Headley?" Tanya replied laughing at her play on words.
She watched as Headley shook his head.
"I thought I told you I could not sleep since. I hope, I have not made you feel uncomfortable since then?" Headley enquired.
"Nah, sometimes a girl likes a little extra attention and the intrigue is exciting, but I'm not stupid either. You are a man and I felt and heard your breathing. I wouldn't give you a second chance alone either, next minute ten years of chastity goes up in smoke in ten seconds."
Tanya started to laugh and hold her stomach.
"You are a very funny woman, Tanya. I like your sense of humour. Brenda was just like that and trust me. I often made her cry 'cree'. Ten seconds, hah. I eat and drink healthy, my roots are strong and can bend steel my dear," Headley tapped his chest and smiled with a wink.
Tanya's laugh dried up for a second, while she wondered if the Headley was throwing out his corn.
Tanya smiled, trying to stifle the blush, "You are a naughty little man. Are you trying to entice me?"
"We are two big people having a private conversation."
Headley laughed.
"See I can play with words too Tanya. Anyway, I have to run."
Tanya wanted to have the last word, but Headley knew how to pull the mind of a woman. She felt flattered thinking about Mr. Big tossing and turning with his staff, wanting to feel the warmth of feminine skin.
Tanya hissed her teeth wondering if Chris would have been so faithful if she had closed her eyes, even for six months.
"Oh, by the way the secret to longevity in a relationship is making the other person feel wanted in every way, physically, emotionally and spiritually. We were together for thirty-five years before cancer robbed me and took most of our savings, hence my place has become…," his voice trailed off as Headley walked away.
Tanya could not help but wonder if Chris still wanted her in all of those ways, with the exception of washing his clothes, feeding his belly and allowing him ten seconds of grunting before he would roll off and fall asleep.
"Shit," Tanya whispered as she watched the sprucy Mr. Big walk away.
A little thought crossed her mind that should not even be maintained, but she was human before she was a wife. She wondered if Mr. Big still had the fire below his belt.
Tanya instinctively turned on the water on her hand and then patted her coochie. It was hard to get the image of Mr. Big's 'big thing' out of her mind.