Jon decided to take a walk. He left the house and turned down the street. At this hour of the evening, most of the people out were moms walking their dogs. One was walking straight towards him, looked up to meet his eye, and tripped on the sidewalk, almost face planting. Thankfully she landed on her hands, sparing her face.
Jon rushed over to make sure she was okay. She stood up with his help, her dog sniffing at Jon. Jon recognized her as Mrs. Andrews, the mom of two down the street. She was in her early 30s and was extremely attractive for her age, just starting to show laughing lines on her face.
Still in Jon's arms, she looked up into his eyes, and her knees nearly failed her. Jon wondered what time of person she was seeing.
"Mrs. Andrews?"
She blinked for the first time. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Um, thank you."
She seemed to realize Jon was still holding her, but made no move to pull away.
"Mrs. Andrews, may I ask your first name?"
"Lily," she answered in a near whisper.
"Lily," Jon repeated, leaning closer. "That is a beautiful name."
Lily leaned closer to him, they were inches from each other's faces. Her mouth was slightly open.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful lips?" Jon asked. Was his voice slightly deeper? He had already begun to feel his body stretch as he grew taller.
A sound that might have been a response escaped her lips. Jon could feel the crotch of his jeans becoming tighter. Jon leaned just a little bit closer, whispering, "may I kiss them?"
She pushed the last inch with such force that she nearly pushed his taller form back. Her lips and tongue were all over his, showing a passion that surprised Jon. But out here on the sidewalk was not going to bode well for her family. Jon pulled away, his arms to her shoulders, holding her back. He saw his arms were huge and belonging to a black man. The wind told him he was bald, and he could feel his enlarged penis pushing against his pants.
"Lily," he said in an even deeper voice. "Go to your husband. Make love to him like you would to me. Make love with passion and hold nothing back. Only then will I bed you."
Mrs. Andrews was still unsteady on her feet, but she pulled back and walked back towards her house. Jon turned back towards his own.
