Loving Rowie Knightly

by mattwatt

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Romantic, Lesbian, Spanking, Interracial, Black Female, White Female, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Keri Ball is in love with her beautiful, unattainable afro American boss Rowie Knightly. But one day, after her exercise run, everything begins to change.

Keri picked her blue running pants for today's workout. She labored around the track at the end of the workout and was pleased with the slight tingle of fatigue that she felt. It felt good. She also like the way that she felt wearing the stretchy blue nylon workout pants, capri style.

"Rowie should see me now!" she giggled to herself as she finished the run and headed for the door.

The running pants, pale blue and the white ones, were Keri's 'walk on the wild side', as she thought of it. They fit her like second skin and she looked lovely in them. At 5'4" and 120 lbs Keri was not large, 'except in the ass', she'd quip to herself. She was, however, proportioned in just a lovely fashion, her slimness, despite a pair of 35" breasts, was enhanced by the soft but real swell of her butt.

Keri, Karolyn Ball, worked quietly but effectively in the accounting department of a major firm, on loan at times to PR, because of a flair for that also. At 34 she led a restless life, sort of restless anyway.

She had what she felt was a romantic soul and fairly languished from lack of any kind of romance in her life. Any kind, that is except for Rowie Knightly. Rowie Knightly was the COO of the company, and Keri's idol. At least that's the way that it began for Keri.

She always appreciated the tall, leggy afro-American 'Boss' from afar and gradually slipped into a one sided love affair with her. Keri absolutely, totally, probably stupidly, fell in love with Rowie Knightly.

She worked hard at not letting those feelings ever get in the way of doing her job. She was sure that Rowie Knightly never noticed her, a fact about which she was, however, wrong. But she did allow herself sighs and fantasies about being Rowie's 'dirty girl', a name Keri gave herself and giggled about.

Keri had certainly had dates, since moving to the city to take the job with the company but nothing that ever stirred her. There was also the occasional fling with a date, ending up in bed but never being satisfied. Her mind, and her senses were so flooded with Rowie Knightly that it was almost as if 'no one else need apply' with her.

She was fairly religious about working out, and provided herself with what she called "Rowie outfits". That is, outfits that were designed to attract Rowie's never given attention. But for Keri it was the way that she played this game of 'loving Rowie Knightly'. It made her content.

"I have," she said to herself often enough, "My love for Rowie Knightly, Clever fingers and General Thomas! And that can be enough for me"

(Keri had been a history major with an accounting minor in college. She had named her vibrator 'General Thomas', after the Civil War General George Thomas, whom she admired.) She decided on one last lap and then it would be shower and she'd take herself out to dinner. She made it a sprint lap and pushed herself good and hard as she pounded around the track.

"Maybe she's watching!" Keri said to herself, too out of breath for a characteristic giggle, as she reached the goal of the end of the track.

She walked three revolutions of the track then to cool down and then went into the women's locker room. She had her iPod clipped to her running pants and was busy unclipping it and disconnecting the head phones, when a rather husky voice spoke up and said:

"Nice sprint, Keri, you looked good out there!"

Saying an automatic 'thank you', she raised her head and froze, totally froze.There was Rowie Knightly, just toweling off. Keri took in the sight quickly: Tall athletic form, lovely coffee colored skin, long legs ending in nicely shaped thighs, and buttocks that were round and firm, and, Keri thought, lush.

Keri just stared for a number of seconds. Rowie stood there and Keri scanned her kinky triangle of pubic hair, and the breasts that were larger than she'd thought, with delicious looking, large chocolate brown nipples. There were still drops of water gleaming on Rowie's closely shaved head, and the smile that she was giving Keri was simply gleaming.

Keri felt like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Much to her disgust she got an immediate answer to the oft asked question: 'What do you do, when you come into contact with your grandest desire?' The unfortunate answer for Keri was: 'you freeze, become mute and lose forever the moment.' Rowie's voice broke through Keri's instant muddle:

"Keri, are you okay?"

It brought Keri to the light of day quickly: "Uh, yes, Ms Knightly," she said quickly. "Just out of breath from the sprint."

"Well, girl, you looked marvelous out there," Rowie said enthusiastically, "And it's 'Rowie', hun, not 'Ms Knightly'."

"Thank you, uh, Rowie," Keri said, never taking her eyes off of Rowie's naked body for a second and desperately trying to not show that she was doing it.

"I like running!" was all that Keri could think of saying before she walked to her locker.

She was berating herself immediately, as she hauled her tee shirt up and off. She almost ripped off her sports bra in disgust at the inanity that she'd spouted in her big moment. There was a bench there and she heard a vague noise at the other end of the locker room, which she took for Rowie finishing and then leaving the room.

"Nice!' she said to herself out loud.

(Such conversations were one of the ways that Keri had of achieving perspective with herself. At times they were conducted silently, but at times, like now, they were done out loud. Rowie had gone and so, she could do this now, she thought.)

"Come face to face with your fantasy, your idol and all the lovely witty things that you've always wanted to say are gone and you mumble that you like running! Dim Wit!"

She thought involuntarily of her favorite movie 'Amadeus' for a moment and added:

"Shit wit! You were supposed to have the words! You were supposed to be able to tell her, to make a declaration. You know that."

Then she heard a voice. Looking up she saw Rowie standing there with a concerned look on her face.

And, yes, it was worse than Keri had thought. She'd given Rowie a demonstration of the madness of the way that she talked with herself.

"Are you okay, Keri honey?" Rowie was saying.

The beautiful woman was now wearing a pair of royal purple bikini panties with a clear, flowery panel in the front, showing her luxuriant pubic hair. But the concerned look on her face spoke clearly.

Keri tried to make it okay by saying: "It's my way. When I have a conflict, I talk to myself about it is all."

At that point Rowie said a soft 'okay, honey' and began to turn away, not wanting to intrude.

Keri simply blurted out: "I love you, Ms Knightly, Rowie!" and, realizing that she'd just betrayed herself and made it worse, instead of using all the cleverly worded romantic language that she always spoke to herself about broke down immediately into tears.

Rowie turned immediately and went to Keri. "Hey, hey, girl; Keri!" she said, as she pulled Keri up to her feet and put her arms around her.

Keri didn't think that she'd ever felt so well protected and taken care of as she did at that moment.

"What did you say?" Rowie asked softly.

Keri looked up and summoned all her courage and said: "I said 'I love you, Rowie'; I apologize for being so brash and inappropriate, for even saying it!"

"No, no, no," Rowie said, "No apologies for saying something so lovely."

Keri was hoping for a kiss but Rowie stood back and held her at arms length then and simply smiled at her. The smile was dazzling and all that Keri could manage was:

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm sweaty!"

Rowie laughed, a crystal tinkle of a laugh, and replied:

"Sprinting full out like that, I guess you'd be sweaty."

Keri hardly breathed, hoping, hoping that Rowie was going to ignore her declaration of love, which would never be mentioned again in this world by her.

Rowie spoke up then and said: "Thank you for what you just said. I need to live with that statement for a little while, otherwise I'd invite you for a drink."

"Thank you, ma'am," Keri said.

"No need to 'ma'am' me, honey," Rowie continued, "It's only you and me here."

Rowie thought for a few seconds and said: "I'll speak inappropriately here; wanna stay and watch you get naked, see what kind of lovely butt goes along with those pretty titties but not gonna do that. This gal's gonna go and give herself some thinking time."

She air kissed Keri, which almost made her swoon, and turned.

Keri was all action immediately. She hoped, hoped that Rowie would turn and smile at her one more time, and she wanted, at least with this, to be ready. Rowie did turn and by then Keri was totally naked. In a moment of inspiration or, maybe, desperation, she allowed herself the theatrical gesture of shooting her arms up at an angle and her hands splayed.

"Why look at you, you bad girl!" Rowie said, giving the tinkling crystal laugh again and the dazzling smile, as she disappeared.

Keri sat and sighed and knew that she had to gather, regroup her forces before her shower. She'd never felt so pleased, that she could remember, in all of her lifetime. She hummed, as she went off to the showers, deciding that further speaking with herself would wait until she'd given herself over to the luxuriousness of the shower.

Her mood lasted far into the evening. She took herself out for a favorite meal at a cozy place, all the while studying the people around and wondering if any of them felt as happy as she did at that moment.

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