There's something about this life that takes me on an adventure. It makes me want to sin again with that tall, dark, bald headed man who used to do anything I wanted. Anything. I would dress in my red heels and wear my black lace lingerie while I would watch him bite that bottom lip of his crooked little mouth. Back then I frowned upon women who didnt embrace their sexy side. We all have the same thing: bosoms that remind men of melons, butts that poke out far enough to sit a cup on top, skin that feels so soft, and lips so plumb that he is mesmerized. Well, some of us have some and not all of those characteristics but we have to embrace what assets we do have.
I worked with this woman of 40's who was intrigued by my confidence, who wanted to make her mature body sexy again. Her, husband left her for another woman which caused my co-worker to grey instantly. For now, I call her Red, for the love that she sought. Red assumed that all of her fashion sense had dwindled away. Her reasoning? The same reason so many of us have: kids. The challenge that I gave Red is even the poorest person can still look decent and find their own fashionista.
Then Red met this guy. I never met him. I am glad that Red opened her eyes to other nationalities because you never know who may be for you. I watched her. Red was all of 5'2 with glasses, blonde hair, green eyes, and her body started changing. I had already known that she could barely eat or keep up with bills. I understood that because she was making 10% above minimum with 15hrs a week, two kids, an a massive mortgage. Her soon divorced husband is a dick and would rather send her and the kids into poverty than putting his big boy britches on to dish out the money they deserved. All in all Red was a disaster and I just couldn't let that now pale faced gray haired woman miss out on a great time. Besides, I hoped that she would get herself a piece of lovin' so the color would come back to her cheeks.
There was so much that I wanted to do for her but I knew what gift I had to give her. I had to give her me. I had to give her Fashion. I knew that my hips had spread from having two kids back to back and I am a thicker woman; now don't get it twisted, I'm still fabulous. But I had so many fabulous clothes that I couldn't wear that I hoarded them until I found the right person to wear them. Who better than a damsel in distress. The clothes still looked brand new and a lot of them were new with tags and all. So, I invited Red to my place. It was a cute two bed room apartment with spacious closets in every room to hold all of my little trinkets.
We drank wine, almost to much and I dressed Red up. She had a practically new wardrobe with above the knee skirts, dresses, low cut shirts, shirts with more modesty but fitted around the bust, she now had sexy jeans, stiletto shoes, and a new confidence. "Gosh my dry spell is about to be over," Red says to ma-yah.
The more I saw how refreshed Red seemed, the blood rushed through me as if i was about to get laid. Red even a little tint in her cheek probably because she knew that her clothes and new confidence were about to take her to a place of satisfaction guaranteed. Now, all I had to do was wait to see how my once poor, sad, hurt, an humiliated co-worker transformed.
The more I saw how refreshed Red seemed, the blood rushed through me as if i was about to get laid. Red even a little tint in her cheek probably because she knew that her clothes and new confidence were about to take her to a place of satisfaction guaranteed. Now, all I had to do was wait to see how my once poor, sad, hurt, an humiliated co-worker transformed.
Two weeks later Red beams into the office. I hadn't seen her since our extravaganza but I know that pep in a woman's step anywhere. I almost fell out of my chair staring at Red, this once so desperate woman who had on a leopard print silk top with skinny black pants and new high patent leather black boots. She looked astounding. Red's hair was in a top knot her lips were the color of a tomato, her eyes were no longer green they were the color of the sea, I for once was hush mouthed. Red plopped into her chair adjacent to me and spun around.
"How grateful I am to you! I threw away my bedroom toy because I love his better!"
My eyes stared at her and something on the inside burned. "I'm so happy!" You don't have to tell me the details but all I can say is I told you so."
"40 never felt so good but what do you know you are still a little young buck."
"I'm grown enough and we both know that sometimes it takes a young buck to get you back to your sexiness. Look at you. Your thighs look like you have been eating burgers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner--but your waist still looks tiny!" I gave Red a squint
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