Mrs Brooks, Part 1 of this chapter is a continuation of Ballsy Part 2 (Paula Sainsbury).
Jamie felt a surge of enthusiasm coursing through him. He knew he couldn't contain his eagerness; it was impossible to suppress the joy bubbling up inside him, so he didn't bother waiting for the final bell to ring.
As he stepped out of the car, a sly grin played on his lips, knowing that the power of his suggestion was running its course on another person in his school. A buzz was whispering across the air as he passed by the boys in his year, each paying him no attention as they hurried towards Paula's BMW.
He strolled down the well-known road that led him back to his parent's home. He couldn't help but let his mind wander off into memories of the past few days and the escapades at school. The gentle wind that was brushing his face served to heighten the sense of nostalgia.
It wasn't until he reached the point where the local supermarket stood that he was jolted back to reality by an unexpected sight. There, in the supermarket's car park, he saw Mrs Brooks car just beginning to park.
Mrs Brook's a woman who lived next door to his family with her husband since forever.
Jamie walked over while intently appreciating the alluring woman who had now exited her car.
Her appearance, even from a distance, was striking. At forty-something, she carried herself with an air of confidence that was undeniable. The way she moved, the way she held herself, the way she presented herself to the world, all radiated an unmistakable allure. It was as if she was a beacon, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room towards her. And yet, it was not just her physical presence that captivated him.
As he approached her, Jamie observed how effortlessly she moved across the parking lot, gracefully showcasing her voluptuous body with no effort, leaving no doubt about her confidence and poise.
The way she carried herself spoke volumes about her self-confidence, a quality that only added to her already captivating charm.
Her flaming red hair, although tied up in a bun, still bounced with volume as she made her way into the market. As he got closer, Jamie could see she was wearing a simple yet stylish blouse tucked into white jeans, and her feet were adorned with a pair of heeled saddles.
These simple shoes matched her outfit well, making her look even more attractive.
Jamie cautiously approached Mrs Brooks, feigning innocence. "Good afternoon, Mrs Brooks," Jamie greeted her with a charming smile.
"Oh, Jamie, dear! No school today?" She asked him warmly as she glanced at her watch.
"Decided to finish early." He told her.
"Cutting school is not a good idea, Jamie. I'm sorry, but I might have to mention it to your mom and dad," she said hesitantly.
"It is kind of ballsy, is it not?" Jamie said, his voice dripping with cocky self-assurance that was impossible to ignore. "Ballsy of me to cut school like a rebellious bad boy, and we all know how older women have a certain fondness for the Ballsy bad boys next door!"
Mrs Brooks suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Her body seemed to melt into relaxation as she let out the sound, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well," she began, her voice now tinged with a hint of humour. "I suppose that it is a bit naughty!" She paused for a moment, as if considering her words, before continuing.
"Mrs Brooks," Jamie asked, his voice audible over the din of the crowded shop. "Can I get a lift home? I understand it's ballsy to ask, but hey, we should all be a bit more daring. You like it, don't you agree? Bad boys like daring women also!" Jamie's words seemed to hang in the air, and for a moment, Mrs Brooks appeared to be lost in thought. The shoppers around them seemed to fade away, and it was as if the two of them were the only ones present. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice soft but firm. "Of course, and yes, I admit, we older women do like it," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
He watched as the woman took a deep, deliberate breath, her very ample chest rising and falling with the effort. Her eyes met his, and her expression was one of happiness.
"Do you need to leave now?" she asked him.
"I mean, after I help you shop, it's just fine," Jamie said, his voice holding a hint of playfulness. "I mean, it's Ballsy to show gratitude to someone who helps you out, right? I mean, if I were to help you, say, become... shall we say more daring during your shop?" Jamie's words hung in the air, his meaning becoming clear.
"More daring?" She repeated, her own voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs Brooks Suddenly, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, she turned to Jamie. "You know what, Jamie?" she said. "Why don't we make the most of our free time? We've both some time to spare, and I could really use a little help."
Jamie, noticing the mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He had always admired Mrs Brooks.
Of course, Mrs Brooks," he replied, a smile spreading across his face.
As she pushed the shopping cart out ahead of them, Jamie was close beside her, his senses filled with the tantalising scent of her perfume. He couldn't help but steal glances at her ample bosom, which seemed to sway rhythmically as she navigated through the aisles and past the spread-out fellow shoppers.
"You love how ballsy it is to be daring in a public place," he mused, "especially with someone, exactly like me," Jamie said as she perused the shelves.
