Fetish Awakening

I was layed off and looking for work. I got a friend who owned a cab to let me drive it nights to keep a little money coming in. I started immediately 10pm to 6am. As I wasn't usually tired after driving owing to me taking frequent naps between calls I found myself looking for work around my neighborhood during the day. I did a little furniture moving and some painting. But mainly I scoured the want ads and asked neighbors to give me leads. Now that I was home during the day I was meeting people I had never met before even though we lived in the same building.

Jenny was one of those people. I saw her at the laundry on the ground floor sometimes but we never really met. She was older than me and had a Husband who worked for the RailRoad and that was all I knew about her. As I was putting up my furniture moving Ad on the bulletin board in the laundry she approached me and asked how much i would charge to move her sisters stuff out of storage.

I gave her the price and also the once over. She was plump but sexy. her shape was pear but apple bottomed. I mean her ass was amazing. I had never seen her from the back before and her butt was killer. Big soft and shaped like a tear drop. From the front you couldn't tell. She had a gut but her tits were nice and full. I could tell she didn't get much attention and was lapping up mine, though with a body like that you'd think otherwise.

Then I come from a culture that celebrates big butt full chested women. it didn't carry the same value with other men. Her husband was one. I could surmise from our conversation that they were not in love anymore. And when I met her and her sister at the storage facility to move the sisters stuff he was there. I took a dislike to him right off as he totally ignored me and gave all his orders through Jenny never looking me in the eye or addressing me directly. It was like i was invisible.

Being a foreigner and speaking with a heavy accent i get that sometimes. People think you're a retard. It's like; because it's hard for them to understand you when you speak they think you can't understand them when they speak; it's really annoying, But we got through it and moved everything safely. Afterward Jenny was very appreciative and she payed me cash.

Her husband left rudely. Jenny gave me a ride back home. On the way I heard her telling her sister that he was probably going to see his other woman as he was leaving to work on the RailRoad for the next three days.
"Going to get his freak on with his skinny whore" she said to her sister.

They laughed as if i couldn't understand them. They felt no need to be secret about what they were saying. I sat silently in the back and listened

" Thats Ok asshole I don't care who you fuck now. We haven't fucked in three years, Nan I swear"
" Why are you still with him Jen?" the sister asked.

" I'm not leaving why should I. Whats so bad? I've got a roommate and not a husband.

so what? I lot of girls have it worse, Jen. You know yourself. As long as he provides for us and keeps his hands to himself I'm staying"

They laughed again raucously. Jenny looked in the mirror at me riding in silence. You OK back there she toned sweetly. I smiled and nodded. I'll admit ; some of what they said was in vernacular I did not fully understand but for the most part i got the gist. Jenny was getting sex on the side quietly when she could but the man -Roger was his name- was not a satisfying lover and never had enough time for her. She admitted to her sister she was looking to replace him with "new blood" as she put it. And I realized over the next few days that Jenny was looking to replace him with ME !

Jenny was a cougar on the prowl. She found out my apartment number and slipped a note to me under the door to meet her for coffee at a local cafe. 'Don't worry about money I will pay', the note said. She could tell I never went to the grocery store and might need food so she added 'they make great sandwiches there'. I don't know why I wasn't worried about her husband but i suppose I took the cue from her.

She wasn't worried at all. He left town for days at a time with his job and rarely checked up on her. "doing his own thing" she told me when I asked her how he was. It was obvious he had no desire for her anymore and probably couldn't believe any other man could. Besides, the conversation with her sister that I overheard led me to believe he was in love with someone else.

Anyway when I met her the next afternoon I was surprised it was a very public and crowded place. there were plenty of people she knew there, they saw her with a man who was not her husband and they never even took a second look. Right then I knew she had done all this many times before and though I wasn't sure how i felt about that, I was sure how i felt about the way she looked that day.

WOW. She wore make-up a low cut sweater and rider jeans. I couldn't take my eyes of off her thick voluptuous body. Her ass had to be 40 inches wide at least and her jugs swayed and jiggled softly pushing up and out from under her sweater. She projected sex sex sex and i noticed for the first time her full mouth with large lips and teeth. In my country a woman with a large full mouth is said to have a tight pussy.

My cock was hard through the whole meal. A large woman, considered fat in this country, is a sought after prize in my country. We even have a salutation when someone asks about your wife and kids and how they are; 'Oh,growing fat,bless them' is our happy response. Fat is a sign of wealth and status. And because of this, to be sure, a powerful aphrodisiac as well.

A stout woman of early middle age like Jenny-though not considered beautiful over here- is fetishized in my culture. Most of us young men lost our virginity and were taught sex by such women. The fetish icon of popular culture over there is a large butt woman with wide hips and full mouth. Jenny exactly.

I also found ,during the course of our meal, her to be tactfully blunt. In matters concerning her husband she was downright brutal in her honesty.
" He hasn't touched me since our son was born nearly 4 years ago. I do me he does him", were her exact words in fact.
" I get my need for THAT filled other places".

I was somewhat taken aback, having never had a discussion like this with a woman. EVER.

I was used to being sentimental and delicate with women. And especially on the twin subjects of love and sex. Here was Jenny treating these same intimate subjects about as delicately as if they were meat and she was a cleaver wielding butcher.
" Now don't get me wrong Kazmer, romance has it's place. But I don't need it all that much... i guess i'm just funny that way".

I chuckled. First of all my name is Kozmeer. But from the start and if I would see her even today, all these years later, she would call me "Kazmer" or Kaz. Well she went on to explain in rather graphic terms, that she was a lady of large appetites. She loved to eat, as well I could see, and at times she drank to excess, and YES she loved sex. And lots of it in great variety. She came to explain to me a life threatening condition that afflicted her and members of her family.

" We mostly die young" she stated flatly. "So I've got a lot of living to fit into a shorter life span - you can understand that Kaz, can't you? I mean where you're from people die young don't they? It's normal"

Sadly what she said was true about my country. But that's just how it is in poor countries. What she never did was explain to me what was wrong with her. All she ever said was that her condition was endocrine related, whatever that means, and she would point to her left eye. which drooped noticeably.

" It's why my eye is like this now. It started some years ago. I suppose it's ruined my looks" she said wistfully. " I cried about it years ago. But now I look at it and it's me. It's just me".

There was silence. "I suppose that's what your husband thinks " I suddenly blurted out. And then in my bad English I went on to say. ' Men are turned off by the slightest infirmity in a woman. But in turn they expect women to find them attractive even when they are Trolls' I don't know how much she understood but she laughed and her laughter gave me the courage to say "I think you are perfect". The last part I said so loudly that a few heads turned in our direction. And I noticed sardonic smiles all around.