I didn't get into a whole lot growing up. I was raised in a God-fearing household. You know, going to church every Sunday for most of the day. I was a good student, didn't participate in sports, and was home every night in time for dinner. Yeah, my childhood was kinda boring to say the least. I love my parents and they drove me to be successful. I am thankful to them for that. Yet and still, a brother wish he knew then what he knows now. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Omari Evans and I am 30 years old. I live and work in Washington DC, the nation's capital. Something happened to me some years ago that changed my whole outlook on life. If you have the time, sit down and let me tell you about it.
When I graduated from high school, I got a full ride scholarship to Georgetown University. I majored in Political Science and I enjoyed college life. I spread my wings a bit and got kinda wild. I learned how to drink and party but I still kept up with my books. I also made some good contacts along the way and I parlayed that into a nice internship with the office of John C. Wentworth, a powerful congressman from Rhode Island. I did good work there and was picked up full-time when I graduated from Georgetown.
I liked my job. I learned a lot and got along with everyone in the office. There was one woman there though who always seemed to be down. Her name was Maybelline Jones but everyone called her Mabel for short. Despite whatever troubled her, she was a professional and did her job very well without complaining. That sadness was in her eyes. There was no doubt about that.
I was so very curious about her. She was older, maybe 50 years old. But she was pretty well put together. Time had treated her well. That or she just had good genes. She had a chocolate brown complexion with hazel-green eyes. There were some lines in her face that showed the stress in her life but she still had timeless beauty. One thing was for sure was that she had a killer body. Baby had serious cake on her; very voluptuous. She had a little extra weight but she wore it well. It seems like most of the weight was in her breasts, thighs and butt. It simply made no sense that a woman her age had a shape like she did. Mabel had that classic Coke bottle shape. She dressed conservatively well although you could tell she had curves.
I found out that she was married but for how long I didn't know. I also found out her children were grown and out of the house. I made it a point everyday to say hi to her and ask how she was doing. Most of the time, she dismissed my banter with annoyance. This only made me want to get to know her even more.
One day I found her outside our building in the smoking area with a cigarette. I didn't know she smoked.
"Hi Mabel. I didn't know you smoked." I said.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Omari." she said as she took another long drag on her cancer stick. I looked at her and she put out the cigarette.
"Come with me. You're going to be working with me on a project." she said and I followed. I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked in front of me. I'm sure she felt my eyes on her ass too.
We got back to her desk and I sat down in a chair next to her. She explained that we were going to be doing some research for a bill Congressman Wentworth was working on and the hours were going to be long. I nodded and was eager to get started. Mabel said we were going to be working mostly out of a separate room with a bank of computers were we could do our work online. Everything was already set up for us and we went to work right away.
For the rest of that day, I was extremely busy. I didn't have time to think about prying into Mabel's personal life. However around 7pm, things slowed down as we started getting a handle on our task.
"Here you go, Mabel. Those are the last two files you requested." I said, handing her two thick files of research.
"Great. Thanks Omari. You're a quick study in this." Mabel said. She actually smiled and I noticed.
"That is nice to see for a change." I said.
"See what?"
"Your smile."
Just that quick, her smile disappeared. I frowned too. She had such a lovely smile and I wanted to see it again.
"Don't take it away. I should've taken a picture." I joked, pulling out my cellphone.
Mabel shook her head but a little grin appeared on her face.
"I'll take that." I said and quickly took a pic of her.
"Stop it Omari. You're a fool." she said and this time she broke into a laugh. It was so surprising to see that I was speechless for a minute. I listened to her husky laugh and my dick got hard.
Mabel then got quiet and the smile left again. She let out a deep sigh.
"Well I guess this is a good time to call it a night." she said.
"Okay." I said but I continued to watch her as she started gathering her things.
She turned and looked at me. "What are you staring at?" she asked.
"Why don't you want to go home? Your husband is there waiting for you isn't he?" I pried.
She gave me a stupendous look for a few seconds then her features softened. She plopped down in a chair, shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You are quite observant. And yes, you're right. I don't want to go home. Not to an empty house." she said sadly.
I sat down in a chair beside her and looked at her. "Do you mind me asking where your husband is?" I said.
She looked at me with sadness in those big hazel-green eyes. "Well, he's a lobbyist and travels a lot. We used to spend a lot of time together but not anymore. I think he's grown tired of me and has someone younger." Mabel said.
"That's just your intuition or your gut talking to you. You've never talked to him about this?" I asked and she shook her head no.
"It would tear me apart if he acknowledged what I've been feeling. We've been married for 30 years." she said.
"Why would he want to cheat on you?" I blurted out. "I mean, you're gorgeous."
Mabel smiled. She put her hand on my knee and a bolt of electricity shot through my system.
"Thanks sweetie. I'm quite flattered but I don't think I can compete with a 25 year old." she said.
She continued to look at me then she asked, "What about you? Who are you going home to?"
Her question caught me off guard and at first I didn't know how to answer. My dating life was sparse. I didn't have a girlfriend and was too busy at work to find time to date. I spent a few dollars at neighborhood strip clubs and every so often, I could find a lady of the evening to physically entertain me. Of course, I'd never tell Mabel this.
I shook my head and said, "No one. My place is empty too."