I am a forty-eight-year-old woman who recently had to start fending for herself. I'll admit it I am spoiled rotten. My parents pampered me; then my ex-husband continued it. But about a year ago my ex-kicked me out of the house and told me to figure it out.
I have no idea how to cook or clean properly I always had someone else to do that for me. I spent my time planning parties for my ex-husband and work clients of his. Going shopping and the salon to make sure that my roots never showed.
The things that my ex-said to me crushed me he said I was a lousy wife in and out of bed! I never thought I was that bad; I will admit that sex wasn't that fun for me. But I think some of that his fault. I have only had three partners, but he was the worst in bed. He only worried about himself he would cum, and I would be left wanting. I would then go into the bathroom and get myself off so I could have an orgasm.
When he kicked me out, I decided that I would show him that I would be just fine without his help. I got an apartment and a job. Yes, a job! I work at an office as the administrative assistant. What dear hubby didn't know was that because he was the sole provider during our marriage, I was to get alimony. I laughed so hard at the look on his face when he was told to pay me fifteen hundred dollars a month. What's the old saying it's cheaper to keep them.
I have been doing well with my job, and with the alimony, I decided it was time to get into a small house. I will admit I hate apartment living. I found the perfect house for me in a nice quiet neighborhood. I got all moved and settled into my new life.
I was asked to make a dessert for the office for a birthday luncheon for the owner. I groaned knowing that I can't cook very good. I decided to try to make a cake; I figured even I couldn't mess up a cake mix from a box.
Was I So wrong I can mess up a cake! I got the cake batter made and put it in the oven. The box said twenty-eight to thirty minutes to cook. I decided to read a book that I had just started. I guess I was more tired than I thought, I fell asleep on the couch until I started hearing an alarm and smelled smoke. Then I remembered the cake!
I jumped up and ran to the kitchen, I opened the oven door, and black smoke came billowing out. I started coughing as the smoke detector was going off and I was waving my hand in front of my face as I was opening the back door and the window. I went outside for fresh air so the house could air out.
I was standing in driveway when a fire truck came roaring up. The firefighters were jumping off the back of the truck grabbing the hose to hook up to the hydrant across the street. I was in awe watching the firefighters in action before I realized that they were going to go into my house and ruin it.
I ran over to them and asked the first man I came up too "Excuse me, sir? Who called you? There is no fire I just burnt a cake in the oven."
He was looking down at me with a scowl on his face then he simply replied: "Are you serious?!"
"Yes, sir. I didn't call you so please don't go into my house." I responded and asked him. He just stood there shaking his head at me as he was walking away. I heard him yell out "Jamie!" A young, tall, handsome man with dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and a beard went over the man I had been talking too. They both kept looking over at me shaking their heads.
Finally, Jamie walked over to me and said "ma'am" as he nodded his head at me. "Please call me Miranda," I instruct him.
Jamie nods his head at me then responds "Miranda, I was instructed to go inside the house to verify that there is no fire." Then he asked me "Where is the kitchen in the house?"
"It is in the back of the house; the back door is open," I replied. Jamie walked around the house and was gone for about ten minutes before he came back around to the front of the house. I was standing there waiting for him.
He walked over to me with a cocky smile on his face "Miranda you are correct there is no fire."
"Yes, I know," I replied. Then I asked Jamie "Can I go back inside now?"
"Yes, ma'am you can, you have quite a mess to clean up." He informed me. I just nodded my head as I walked back to my house.
I looked at my kitchen groaning knowing that it was going to be hard to get my oven clean. I heard the fire truck leaving as I started cleaning. I had been cleaning for about an hour when my doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone when I opened the door I was very surprised to see Jamie standing there in street clothes.
"Hi, can I help you?" I asked him looking into his deep brown eyes.
Jamie was rubbing the back of his neck looking at me before he replied: "I thought I would see if you needed any help with the cleanup?" I was very surprised at the gesture I stepped to the side so he could come inside.
As he is walking inside, I commented to him "That is a very nice gesture of you, but that is not necessary."
Jamie stopped to look at me and replied "I know I don't, but you seemed to be quite distressed earlier. I thought maybe you could use some help." I just stood there staring at him in disbelief. I starting walking back to the kitchen.
I looked over my shoulder at Jamie and told him "Come on back I am just about done but could use your help." Jamie followed me into the kitchen.
"I can see you have been working hard." He commented as he entered the kitchen.
I nodded my head before I responded "Believe me this is not how I planned on spending my evening. I knew it was a mistake when they asked me to bake." I stood there shaking my head looking around the kitchen. I let out a deep sigh before I got down on my knees again to continue cleaning the oven.
After a few minutes, I felt like he was watching me, I looked over my shoulder to see Jamie standing there staring at my ass. I started laughing at the situation, I continued cleaning and asked: "Enjoying the show?" All I heard was "Yes."
I thought hell he's staring, so I decided to tease him. I started stretching further away, so my pants go tighter across my ass. I was also over emphasizing on wiggling my ass. I heard a groan behind me I started giggling and stopped what I was doing too looked at Jamie all innocent like and asked him "Is everything alright?"
He was standing there shaking his head. He started cleaning the walls over the oven, so his legs were right by my head, I looked over at him to check him out, and I noticed that he has a nice bulge in his jeans. Jamie looked down at me with a smirk and asked: "Like what you see?"
I didn't answer him knowing that my cheeks were beet red from getting caught. A few minutes later when he least expected it, I simply said "Yes." Jamie started laughing.
We continued cleaning and making small talk. When we got everything back in order, we sat at the kitchen table to have a beer and relax.
Jamie was eyeing me oddly so I simply asked him "What?"
His response was a chuckle, shaking his head before he replied: "You are a beautiful lady even with a smudge of dirt on your cheek." I went to wipe off the smudge, but Jamie reached over to me and wiped it off for me. I could feel my cheeks turn red from the attention he was giving me.
"Thank you." I said to him; then I asked him "Are you hungry?"
He got all serious looking at me then replied "No I don't think that is a good idea. You tried to burn the house a few hours ago."
I shot him a dirty look and replied "I did not purposely try to burn my house down! Besides I was going to offer ordering a pizza." I could tell that I was whining and pouting. Jamie started laughing as he threw his hands up in a surrender move.
"A pizza sounds great," Jamie replied. I asked him what he liked and called the pizzeria to order the food.
"If you don't mind I want to go get cleaned up I feel gross from the smoke and all the cleaning," I asked Jamie as we were getting up from the table to sit in the living room.
Jamie said that he was fine with that and I swear I heard him saying I would love to join you when I went to get the money for the pizza out of my purse to give to Jamie to pay the driver if I was not back out yet. When I handed him the money, I had a questioning look on my face, but he never said anything else.
I went back to my room to get some clean clothes before I went into the bathroom. I noticed that my pussy was wet. It has been a long time since I was attracted to a man. When I was in the bathroom, I got completely undressed and looked at myself in the mirror.
I don't have the best self-confidence due to my ex-husband. I am tall and curvy, I have an hourglass figure, but I am probably thirty pounds overweight, so I have a poochy belly from having a couple of kid's years ago. My breast is a C cup and a little droopy, definitely not as perky and when I was in my twenties.