Maria hadn't thought about sex since her last boyfriend get her pregnant during her high school graduation trip to Chiapas three months ago. She noticed her full breasts had swelled greater than their full c-cups, as she gazed with her deep brown eyes into the mirror. She lifted up on her toes, arching her feet as she patted her growing torso, her waist swelling beyond her usual 29 inches.
Juan, had promised to stay with her and marry her.
She even bought a pale blue dress to hug her 5-foot-3 frame. But her hopes were swept aside like the wind through her chestnut hair as she waited for hours with her mama at the altar.
Now, all Maria wanted to do was to read her books, working at the library in Mexico City as she studied law. After getting dressed in her knee-length gray skirt, simple white blouse, and black stockings, she raced onto a bus with her books in hand.
The head librarian, Olivia, always teased her about the latest chosen suitor upon seeing Maria: body-building economists, handy obstetricians, or Olivia's nephews. Maria just gamely smiled, and patted her boss on her motherly shoulder. She grabbed her spill-proof mug of coffee before taking her place at the reference desk.
Maria perched on her chair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse to acquire some relief amid the climbing heat of the August Friday. Her hands maneuvered her wavy hair into a conservative bun, as some tendrils snuck out to graze her cheek.
The occasional kid would come running to her, asking for the bathroom as a frantic mother trailed, asking for resources on trucks, weather balloons, reptiles, or 14th century alien hunters. Maria just wanted to pull out her tort books, to read about possible defenses to assault and battery. She hated marriage law, the idea that she would have to share resources and tax breaks in return for a feigned fidelity made her frown with her supple red lips after brief thoughts of Juan.
Elian came through the door at his usual time around 11:30, just before her lunch break, looking well with his jet black hair, 6 foot frame, and brown eyes. He was moderately built, being a mechanic working his way into junior college.
"Hi there, Maria" Elian said as he passed by her desk. "I'm looking up some do-it-yourself work on hydraulics. I know your busy, but could you find some time to point me in the right direction."
Maria's non-interest in sex would temporarily wane when she saw Elian. He was handsome, polite, and had a way with machines. Still, she felt a bit reserved, with a few droplets of sweat sliding down her cheeks. What could he possibly want anyway with a pregnant, career-woman?
"Sure, follow me this way," she gamely replied.
The halls led to a vacant part of the library, where Maria led Elian to some stairs.
"We'll have to go to the third floor," Maria said. "We don't usually get a lot of requests for home mechanics."
Elian nodded in ascent, following her up the stairs. He enjoyed the view: her behind shifted back and forth as her relatively firm, shapely legs climbed the stairs. Once they got to the top, Maria took a brief glance back at him and gave a friendly grin as if she knew about the attention she was drawing.
Towards the back of the third floor, Maria knelt down, her butt shifting to the floor as she balanced on her hips. Scanning a shelf, she looked up at him with her big brown eyes.
"You should be able to find everything right here," she said, looking at his strong hands and slightly bulging biceps.
"Thanks, darling," he responded, offering his hand to help her up, which she took. Upon getting up though, Maria shifted her weight. Her balance was slightly off from the slight extra weight and extra inches of her belly. Twisting her ankle, her face flushed light with red.
"You okay?" said Elian. The concerned look on his brow, was met with a wincing nod from Maria. "Maybe you should sit on the table over there and let me take a look at it."
Though no one was around, Maria felt embarrassed and hesitated.
"No, no, I should get back down to my desk. I'll just walk it off and it'll be fine."
"I insist," he said as he picked her up, cradling her in his arms before walking over and setting her on the table.
Maria's ankles set on the edges of the table, on her back, she began to protest.
"Elian, I can't, please stop and let me just get back to my studies."
"You stay right there, I'm gonna take care of you,," Elian replied. "You want me to tell Olivia how you seduced me and lose your job, or are you gonna just be quiet while no one can see how sexy you really are."
Her brown eyes getting much larger, Maria nodded, somewhat scared, but more curious and fascinated by Elian's determination. She looked around to find that they were alone at the time. But anyone could just walk in.
Elian took off her pumps delicately, tearing the stocking on her left ankle away. He could catch a glimpse of the red lace panties under her skirt as her toes remained as frozen as the gaze in her alert eyes.
Maria found herself gasping out as he massaged her ankle and kissed her tanned shins. She tried to get up but he pushed her back down firmly, but not too aggressively.
Her ankle was throbbing slightly, but nothing she couldn't have walked off. She curled her toes as Elian expertly massaged her calves and eventually shifted the rest of her stockings off of her curvy, smooth, tan legs.
