Lost in your Curves

"I am an independent, strong, and brave woman. I am an independent, strong and brave woman. I am an independent, strong and brave woman".

Standing naked in front of the huge full-length mirror in the bathroom, I repeated my new mantra to myself over and over again, stammering, as tears streamed down my face.

I had already showered, but the sound of the running water helped me calm down, the steam emitting from the water seemed soothing. Plus, my moaning was less audible.

The sudden knock on the bathroom door made me react with a little start.

"Yes, it's me".

"Daughter, is it me? Are you all right?" I recognised my grandfather Chester's voice on the other side of the door. I tried to calm down, took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

"Yes... Yes, Abu, thank you" My grandfather's footsteps could be heard walking across the room. "Is something wrong?" I asked nervously, trying to sound natural.

"No, daughter, it's nothing serious, it's just that I was knocking several times on the door of your room and you didn't answer, I was surprised and that's why I dared to come in, excuse me" My grandfather spoke a little louder. I turned off the shower tap to hear him better.

"Ah, yes, Abu, I was in the shower and had some music on, that's why I didn't hear you" I lied to him, feeling guilty, I closed my eyes tightly. "What were you looking for me for?"

"Honey, I wanted to remind you that tonight is dinner with our new partners".

«Dinner?!», I had completely forgotten, and precisely on that day, I was not in my best moment to have to face a bunch of businessmen who would surely discuss business, the future of their companies, their children, their grandchildren and make bad jokes.

I had always been honest with my grandfather, you could say we have a connection, a very special affection for each other, however, if I told him the truth about what was happening to me that night, the main reason I didn't want to attend the dinner, I was afraid I would end up disappointing him again and I didn't want to have to go through that again, at least not for the moment.

I had to miss that torture, in the state I was in, I couldn't take it. So, I had no choice, I had to lie to my grandfather Chester again.

"I'm sorry Abu, I forgot and I already made plans for tonight with..." I thought nervously and the first name that came to my mind came out. "Mike!" Frustrated, I slapped my forehead, «I couldn't pick someone else?!»

"Oh yes, good, can I know what your plans are?" He sounded very interested.

"Nothing important, a dinner" I made it up, I didn't want to feed his expectations.

"Of course! Now I remember, isn't this the week you're having your anniversary?" My grandfather continued to inquire from the other side of the door, while I mentally begged him to stop asking.

"Mmmm, yes".

"I'm glad daughter, it's two years together... You know what? I bet he'll propose tonight" He commented animatedly.

That simple sentence was a dagger to my heart. I held on to the sink counter, took a deep breath to stop the tears from flowing again, swallowed hard to get rid of the lump forming again in my throat.

"Don't exaggerate, Grandpa" I tried to dodge him, what could I say to him to remove that expectation from his mind.

"You'll see, daughter! I'm sure of it!" He assured me animatedly. I didn't answer, I didn't dare to continue this charade. As there was no response from me, my grandfather decided to stop the talk for the time being. "Well, I'll leave you to finish getting ready, you'll probably get home very late tonight, so I hope to see you early tomorrow morning at the company with the good news, remember we have a meeting".

"Good night, grandpa." I mumbled, still trying to muster the strength to release my grip.

"Good night, daughter".

I heard a door close in the distance, my grandfather was gone, I could go back to suffering alone, in my own personal hole.

How awful, I felt terrible! Not only did I lie to my grandfather about my plans for tonight, but I also lied to him about my relationship, for in fact, Mike had broken up with me that very morning.

I used to think that after so many disappointments in love and over time, one would eventually become immune to the pain of a breakup, but at least in my case, that was not the case.

I was even more disappointed when, after two years of relationship, on the day of our anniversary, Mike arranged to meet me in a nice café, something very unusual, which made me assume that he would have a romantic surprise or a detail.

I was left with my mouth open, it's true, I was expecting a surprise and I was quite astonished when Mike arrived with his new assistant, Lisa, a stunning, slim and beautiful young woman. There, in front of her, he broke up with me, explaining that he had fallen in love with her, while the girl held on to his jacket and smiled contentedly. At least I didn't give them the pleasure of crying in front of them.

I took courage and let go of the counter, grabbed the towel with the resolution to leave the bathroom, but before wrapping myself up, I turned around and again looked at my figure in the mirror, the rolls, the fat, the flab, the cellulite. The tears came down of their own accord.

"No!" I spoke to myself in front of the mirror, wiping away the runny drops that had just flowed from my eyes. "That's enough, Ava! It's over! No more! I'm so sorry for my grandfather, I never meant to disappoint him, but I won't go through this again, I swear to myself" I placed my hand on the mirror, palm over palm and cleared my throat. "I, Ava, swear to myself that I will not fall in love again, I will not fall into another relationship, from now on, it will just be casual encounters, no feelings included, because there aren't any, from now on I don't have any" I closed my eyes waiting for the flow of my tears to stop for good, I opened them again to observe myself once more. "I am an independent, strong and brave woman" I repeated my new mantra once more.

I washed my face and walked out of the bathroom, very ready to start my new life, because from now on, I would be a new me.

There was some truth to the excuse I gave my grandfather, I did have plans for that night. I would meet at a club with a group of friends, they had invited me that very morning, as soon as they found out about my break-up.

But I couldn't tell my grandfather that I was going to party to skip the meeting with the partners, that would be unacceptable. That's why I lied to him, I just didn't think the lie through, Mike wasn't my best choice when it came to an excuse.

Anyway.

I arrived at the club with a change in my outlook, although my mind was still full of insecurities, I had made a promise to myself and mentally shouted my new slogan to myself.

"I am an independent, strong and courageous woman" I said in my thoughts, as I walked into the club, in my tight, tiny, sequined, jet blue dress, standing upright, serious, somewhat awkward, but feigning confidence, as if I felt like a goddess.

Because, although I didn't have the ideal measurements of a model, although it was true that I didn't have a perfect body and I couldn't deny that I had a few extra kilos, at least I still had my curves, only they were more voluptuous than those of other girls.

Seeing me arrive with that daring look, leaving my legs in the air, with that deep make-up and those very high heels, all my friends gave a thunderous scream in unison, the music was almost overshadowed by the music, causing all eyes in the place to turn to me.

I got more nervous, I wasn't used to being the centre of attention, but I remembered that I wasn't that shy and introverted Ava anymore, so I decided to move forward wiggling my whole body.

"I can't believe it!" Cecil was the first to hug me.

"And we were making plans to comfort you!" Paula kissed me on the cheek.

"You look...! You look amazing!" Maggie hugged me.

"What happened to you?" Paula asked as I took my place in one of the chairs around the table.

"Well, I shook my head" I shook my head slightly. "I'm tired of suffering, what good does that do me? I'm willing to skip all the stages of grief and start enjoying myself for once" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Wooooow" All the girls cheered for me.

The waiter arrived, took our order and within a minute arrived with several rounds of drinks, tonight would be a night to celebrate.

No more crying, no more Mike and no more mourning my exes. Although that morning I thought I would end up celebrating my engagement, I now planned to celebrate my freedom.

We drank a lot, round after round, I began to feel the elixir starting to take effect in my body, I felt more alert, extroverted, as if my brain finally accepted the idea that I had been trying to introduce all day, that I was an independent, strong and brave woman.

But not only that, another sensation accompanied me, I felt watched.

I drank the drink that was in front of me and trying to dissimulate, I turned to look for that look on my back that had me uneasy, when I found beautiful and intense blue eyes that were fixed on me, it was an extremely attractive man who was watching me in the distance. A shiver ran through my body.

How could a person produce such a sensation with nothing more than a glance? I immediately turned back to the table, feeling flushed.

One of the girls noticed the moment the man and I exchanged glances and quickly walked over to me, whispering in my ear.

"Ava, you seem to be killing it today" Maggie.

"Mmmm?" I pretended to be clueless.

"Don't be, I saw you noticed" She pointed her lips to a spot in the club. "That that spectacular specimen has been staring at you for a while now" He settled back in his seat as if he hadn't said anything.

I turned again, taking a closer look at the owner of those blue eyes. He was a truly handsome man, with shapely features, a shapely nose, thick dark eyebrows and dark hair, which contrasted with white skin and brought out those intense blue eyes. I noticed that he was dressed casually and that he was accompanied by a couple of guys, also quite handsome.

I took advantage of the fact that they seemed to be engaged in a conversation and were making a toast, I was enraptured contemplating them, when I heard giggles from my own table, they were my friends talking about how handsome those guys were, I ignored their comments.

After the toast, the man with the blue eyes turned to me once more and when he met my gaze, he cocked a smile and raised his glass in my direction. I turned again, flustered, surprised by this guy, I saw my friends whispering to each other and laughing.

"What are you doing, Ava?" Maggie leaned back on the table to talk to me quietly. "Why are you freaking out? That man seems to be interested in you".

"You don't have to be afraid of him, you're single and beautiful tonight, go on the attack" Cecil continued with a smile.

"He's very handsome, maybe you should talk to him a bit" Paula added.

They were all over me, muttering like those little devils on the shoulder of cartoon characters. I nodded, sipped my drink and smiled at them in response.

Yes, I had said I was a new me, but for the moment, I dared not go that far. Arriving at the table of strangers to approach them in a conquest plan was not my thing. Just thinking about it made my cheeks heat up.

I did want to be a new me, but I didn't feel ready to go that far either.

I tried to ignore it, forced myself not to turn around and changed the subject radically, focusing on asking the girls about work. Well, we all worked in the same company, we had met there, but in different departments, so it was common to include that topic in our chats.

A minute later, the waiter came back with a bottle, which was strange because he had recently left us a round of drinks.

"I bring you a gift, from the gentlemen at that table".

He put the bottle on our table and pointed to the table where the handsome men were. We all turned to look at them, the guys smiled at us. While the handsome blue-eyed man stared at me, raising his glass in my direction. Again, a shiver ran through my body, I looked away and turned to the waiter, thanking him.

"Hey, Ava, why don't you ask him to dance?" Paula whispered to me.

"No, I... I can't..."

"Come on! Don't be a prude! You've got to enjoy yourself" Cecil.

"Yeah, okay, okay" I tried to calm them down, they were getting their hormones raging again with those men. "I'll think about it, okay?"

We continued drinking, we continued enjoying ourselves, I couldn't stop thinking about that handsome man and every now and then a furtive glance towards his table escaped me, it made me nervous just by the fact that he would catch me off guard looking at him.

After a while more, I heard a person clearing his throat behind me.

"Good evening".

A husky, manly voice echoed behind me, causing all the hairs on my skin to stand on end. I closed my eyes tightly, sensing who it was.

A second later, I turned around and there stood the handsome blue-eyed man, he was much taller than I expected, about 6'2". My heart skipped a beat just looking at him.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance with me".

The guy stretched out his hand towards me and with my mouth open I turned to the girls, I was stunned, my mind blank, I didn't know what to answer.

My friends were waving at me, shaking their heads, opening their eyes, nodding at me, giving me all kinds of winks, encouraging me to accept the invitation, while I was looking around, nervous, with my pulse racing, and intimidated by such a spectacular specimen.

Finally, I accepted with a slight nod of my head, still with my mouth open, I took his hand and almost shuffling in my high heels and nerves, I went to the dance floor with the man. We danced a little, keeping our distance.

"My name is Alex" He suddenly blurted out, in the middle of the dance, in his husky voice.

"My name is Ava" I replied, looking up slightly, blushing.

"It's a pleasure, Ava" He reached his hand towards my waist, pulling me closer to him.

After the song ended, he invited me over to the bar to get a drink, the girls looked up at me from the table smiling, with an approving expression, I figured they wouldn't mind if I chatted for a while with the new acquaintance, so I accepted.

Alex and I, we talked for a long time, about the atmosphere of the club, the music, some of our tastes, trivia. As the conversation progressed, Alex got closer and closer to me, detailing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

He was insinuating, sensual, keeping some contact with me, running his hand over my hand, getting closer and closer. This triggered images in my mind that I had never had before, maybe because of the drinks or maybe because of the new way of thinking he was trying to instill in me.

I didn't know why, but I began to imagine him in a hot way. I would look at his lips and visualize a kiss from him, turn to his torso and project it in my mind without clothes on, look down at his crotch and end up fantasizing about this man on top of me.

I think I was blushing all through our talk, which seemed to motivate him to flirt with me more.

Then, something occurred to me, this was a new me and this was a stranger, if from now on what I wanted was casual relationships without any kind of commitment and one night stands, this could be my chance, maybe this is a sign of destiny.

I had a few more drinks, hoping for courage, when I felt brave enough, I looked at the girls and noticed that they looked quite amused, so I took my chance, this was my chance.

Now it was me who approached him, I moved closer to him, eliminating the little space left between us, running my hand down his shirt, feeling those strong pecs, smiling at him flirtatiously and insinuatingly.

That seemed to surprise him for a moment, but a moment later, Alex lowered his face, his breath on my neck making my skin crawl, then he pressed his lips to my ear to whisper a few words in my ear.

"Would you like to escape with me? Go somewhere quieter".

I sprang away from him, my eyes wide open and my cheeks hot, I swallowed my breath, «What did I do, could I do it, I've never done anything like that before!» I mustn't think too hard, otherwise I wouldn't dare, so I slowly nodded.

He took my hand and together we slipped away from our friends and slipped into the club's toilets.

My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird, I had never been with a stranger before, I had never dared so much in my life. And even though I was nervous, I found it exhilarating, besides, when would I ever get another chance to eat such a man, being the way I am?

The toilets were full, there was a long line at each one, it was disappointing. But lucky for me, my companion didn't seem to be the type to give up quickly, so still holding hands, he led me down another aisle.

As we walked, what I didn't want to happen happened, my mind began to riddle me with my insecurities. «He'll see you naked.» «Where are you going to hide the love handles?» «What if he doesn't like you?».

I shook my head, to get all those thoughts out and focused on new ones. «It's just a fuck, what's the worst that can happen?» «You won't even have to take your clothes off, it'll just be, lift your dress, panties to one side and in» «Are you going to waste the opportunity to eat this delicacy? If he doesn't like you, it doesn't matter, because you'll never see him again», with these ideas in mind, I smiled to myself, full of confidence, «That's right, you can do it, you're an independent, strong and brave woman».

We got to a door that was alone and had a sign 'Staff toilets'. We made sure no one was watching us and went in.

To paraphrase a song by Arjona: Why describe what we did in the bathroom, if suffice it to say that it gave me until ..... Tiredness.

Never! Let's get it straight, never in my life! I've never had a slip like the one I had with that man, it was passionate, pleasurable, ardent, and suffice it to say that he had a huge tool.

It was so intense that all the drinks I had consumed that night seemed to evaporate.

We came out of the bathroom, still a little shaken and sweaty, even though we had pulled our clothes back on as best we could, it was obvious from the picture that we had escaped for a quickie.

I didn't mind, in fact, I felt proud to have eaten such a stallion, now I felt like a goddess, a little spelunky, but a goddess nonetheless. Alex invited me to the bar again, for a cold bottle to cool off, I immediately accepted, I definitely needed it, so we headed straight for some unoccupied benches.

"So Ava, I'd like to do this again, that was... Uffff" She expressed with a sensual smile. "I'd love to do it again... Of course, with more time".

"Yes, of course, it would be my pleasure" I smiled foolishly, nervously, like a teenager, tucking my hair behind my ear.

We heard shouting, we both turned around, Alex's friends were calling him. He motioned for them to wait and quickly pulled out a card from a wallet in his trouser pocket, which he handed to me.

"Listen, I have to go now, I have a very important engagement at work early tomorrow morning, if not for that, I would take you to my bed right now and I wouldn't let you out of there for weeks" He growled provocatively. "But I'll leave you my number, I'll be anxiously awaiting your call".

I looked at the card in detail, Alex Grand was his name and he was an advertiser. I nodded and smiled at him, knowing it was obvious he'd make an excuse like that at the time, since he'd already got what he wanted, hadn't he.

"Thanks for everything, Ava".

She gave me a small kiss on the lips and walked off in the direction of her friends who were still waving at her. As soon as she approached them, they called the waiter to pay, picked up their things and left, while I went back to the table where my friends were waiting for me.

The girls started with a parade of questions, compliments, insinuations, in short, what didn't they say? To tell the truth, I didn't pay much attention to them, my whole mind had become fixated on one person, Alex Grand.

I shook my head from side to side, trying to get all those thoughts and memories out. «No, Ava, don't do it again, you swore an oath!» I wasn't supposed to think about Alex anymore, except for a fleeting memory, because from now on, the new me wasn't there for relationships.

"You know what?" I stretched out the card Alex had given me and left it on the table. Did I hesitate for a moment about what I was doing? Yes! This was the best quickie of my life and I was handing it out to my friends, but I had conviction. "If you want to enjoy a good fuck, here is the contact information".

All the girls stood with their mouths open for a second, then burst out laughing together.

"Where is Ava, what did you do with her, who are you?" they all began to ask jokingly.

Cecil was the one who dared to take the card with Alex's details and put it in his wallet.

"It's very good" He muttered with a shrug as he took it.

"Lucky you!" Maggie growled at him, elbowing him in the rib, playfully.

"Hey! What are you complaining about if you're newly married to a delicacy?" Paula scolded Maggie.

"Ha ha ha ha. Yeah, too bad I can't say the same to you" Rebutted Maggie to Paula.

"Hey, my husband may be a bit chubby, but he's still handsome. What's more, you should be ashamed of him! He, what he is, is stuffed with love, it's like having my own personal Winnie Pooh".

We all laughed. It was obvious that Cecil would take it, apart from me, she was the only single woman at the table. Paula had been married for several years and had a young daughter, while Maggie was a newlywed.

The party went on, the drinks and the laughter kept us company for the rest of the night.

My grandfather was right about one thing, I was going to be very late getting home. In fact, I ended up arriving almost unconscious in the early hours of the morning.