Jamar stepped into his neighbour's home, the birthday present in his hands, and he had knocked, but nobody had answered. Besides, the door had been unlocked and he had wanted to surprise the one who babysat his kids while he was off working. He had never actually met her, just trusted his wife with the hiring process. He was too busy, but today he had both time and curiosity on his side. He wanted to meet her and surprise her on her big day.
Her family had left their house, he had seen that much, but he hadn't seen a teenager leave. Well, not anymore, today she was a young woman, according to his wife, and as he strolled through the neighbour's home, he was both high on adrenaline and anticipation.
Hopefully, nobody had seen him entering the quiet house uninvited. In this neighbourhood, doing that, especially as a black man, was not a smart move.
Jamar stopped, hearing something from below him, the boom of music.
He had never been in this house, but he soon found the stairs down and open the door from where the music was coming from.
Jamar stepped into a gym, of all things. An actual home gym that looked like the real deal, but he had little to no time to take in the size of it or the many machines filling the gym, because he had found his neighbour, the babysitter he employed to take care of his kids, and she was oblivious to him.
The music boomed from the speakers in the gym as he walked towards her while his mouth progressively opened and his jaw fell.
Her hands were on her knees, her body crouched down low, her blonde hair bouncing and her head moving to the music, as did her hips and the giant ass she pushed back.
The yellow hot pants were painted on, leaving nothing to imagination, just cupping the sheer size and roundness of her jiggling ass cheeks as she twerked, blissfully oblivious to his leering presence, and he couldn't speak, or look away. That ass and those flexed, thicc thighs, were the biggest, most perfectly sculpted shapes he had ever seen on a woman. Her skin sweaty and glistening, deeply tanned to the point where she looked brown.
Jamar grabbed the supporting cylinders of the squat rack next to him for support, because watching an ass that big, that perfect, bouncing and jiggling as she twerked as if her hips were possessed, made him nearly drop dead on the spot. Even her exposed midriff looked incredible. It was left bare, the black sports bra up top giving him insight to the slim waist and the sweat pouring into her ass crack where her long blonde hair got stuck and came free as she twerked and shook her hips unlike anything he had ever seen.
The cheeks jiggled, the hot pants struggling to contain them and when she twisted her torso and swayed to the music, he saw her sports bra struggling with a similar dilemma. Cleavage nearly spilling out of the tight fabric before she turned back to fully showing him her backside, and her thighs rippled as she kicked and danced and got straight back into twerking.
Jamar had yet to look away, and he was well aware that he should, this white young beauty was unaware of him, much younger than him. Hell, it was her eighteenth birthday, her first day as a woman and here he was, leering like some pervert. Fuck, he wasn't even invited. He had just walked in to her home and if she turned around and ended the show, she'd probably be terrified. But he couldn't move his eyes. The ass cheeks just kept jiggling and bouncing so fucking temptingly, her sweat just pouring as she worked and enjoyed herself.
Jamar stared hypnotised at her big ass shaking, her wide hips rocking them cheeks back and forth and he had no idea who she was twerking for until he saw the camera positioned not far ahead of him, propped up and recording every inch of her spectacular body moving to the rhythm.
Her hands reached up and grabbed her magnificent blonde hair, the volume of hair looking soft and heavenly as she lifted it up and arched her back, and twerked.
Jamar had never seen anything sexier, his wife couldn't compare to this... well... in anything! This short little thicc blonde was sex. She was nothing but sex on a pair of shapely legs stacked with muscles and she did what the song told her to do, she was shaking her ass like a woman possessed.
Then she surprised him and reversed backwards, still twerking and swaying until she turned, bent at the waist, her big tits nearly spilling out of her bra and retrieved the recording phone. Holding it up as if it was the centre of her universe and blew kisses and giggled before she pulled the phone away from her face, which widened in shock when she finally saw him.
Jamar was as frozen as she, because from the front, he could see the pure beauty of her sweaty face, the sheer radiance of her blue eyes, the plump, pink and glossy lips and the high cheekbones making models look like trash. She was perfection if it could ever be embodied and beneath her dropping jaw was a set of tits, round and firm, pushing up into a ballooning cleavage. Even more outrageous, her ass was so round and big, he could see the shapes of that roundness even from her front.
Jamar held up his hands while he drooled openly at the might of her thighs, the quads popping, the muscles bigger than his future and yet so juicy thicc his fingers itched to run up their tender skin and part them wide.
The thoughts escaped his head at once. He could not allow them as he grabbed the wedding band on his finger and tried to think of his wife of twenty years, who he had all but forgotten until this moment.
"Uhm, hi," he stammered like some school boy, his fingers trembling as he waved awkwardly to her. "I tried ringing the door, but nobody answered—"
"What the fuck?!" she asked, shielding her massive tits with her forearms, the fright taking shape.
"It's okay," he said, shaking his head, trying to get her thiccness out of his mind, but it was impossible, he was rock-hard, drooling, sweating and thinking of only one thing. Her body, and how badly he wanted it. "I'm Alicia's husband, Jamar, you babysit our children," he tried to explain, but she was still frozen like a deer caught in his headlights. "I just came over to give you this present and wish you a happy birthday," he said and held up the wrapped present.
Suddenly, those big blue eyes came alive and her frightened look changed into a smile so adorable and pretty he melted. "Oh, my gosh! That's today, isn't it?" she asked, confusing him. "I'm so sorry! I didn't hear because of the music!" she rambled before skipping over to him and stopped directly in front of him, big tits jiggling as she slammed her heels down. "Thank you and nice to finally meet you, Jamar," she said, accepting the gift and offering her hand.
Jamar couldn't think, the heat and smell of her body, the proximity, he didn't just take her hand, he pulled her shapely body into his arms and crushed her in a squeezing bear hug. "I'm so grateful to you for looking out for our kids. We don't deserve you," he said, holding her and lifting her little body up into the air as she squealed and giggled.
"Oh gosh, you don't have to thank me! I love looking after them, and we have so much fun together," she said, placing her little manicured hands on his shoulders and looking down at him. "This is not how I imagined meeting you would be like."
"I'm sorry, I just... got a bit caught up in the moment," he said while feeling her big tits press into his neck and his chin nestled within the amazing cleavage.
"Yeah, no kidding! You've literally caught me," she said, her cheeks flushing as he had seen her twerk for someone and blow that someone kisses, and he held her pretty tight.
"That reminds me of something my kids have said you do when you caught them when you play," he said, getting an idea to get more of this amazing feeling he felt pumping through him.
"Wait—"
Jamar didn't wait, he slammed down onto a bench and lay atop of her, tickling her armpits faster than she could react. "Isn't this what you do to my kids?" he asked, knowing the answer while she giggled, squirmed and laughed so beautifully beneath him.
Jamar gasped when he felt those thicc thighs wrapping around him and trying to shake him off, and she nearly had him. She was so much stronger than he thought and he had to fight to keep her pinned, his rock-hard dick pressing against her mound while he tickled beneath her armpit and then suddenly he was nibbling on her neck.
He was losing control of himself, she was just pure desire and suddenly he grabbed both her hands with his, entwined their fingers and slammed them down above her as she blew and nibbled and kissed and licked like a starved animal on her neck.
