Loving Rowie Knightly

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.

She realized that she'd been fairly rescued, after making a jerky start with Rowie, she'd discovered the tall, beautiful black woman to be amazingly caring. It gave her a glow that she was basking in.

Her evening with General Thomas was a complete success. She used her friend, and trusty vibrator, with thoughts and scenes of the locker room encounter running through her head, and reliving the delicious feeling of her breasts pushing against Rowie's during that hug. It was such thoughts that ushered her into sleep, and she woke with pleasant thoughts in the morning.

These gave way soon enough to worry for Keri. She wondered what might happen at work. But reassured herself that nothing was going to happen, because she only ever got periodic glimpses of Rowie at work, and that was normally satisfying for her, enough for her. It was at least enough to fuel her fantasies, her mental romances, as she called them, and give her romantic fare for her sessions later with General Thomas.

Her morning went along smoothly and well, when, in the middle of it, she got a call.

"Keri Ball," she said into the phone.

"Keri, this is Rowie Knightly," the lovely deep voice said into her ear.

Keri tingled.

"Yes, ma'am," she said quietly back.

"Could you spare me a few moments? There's something that I want to talk to you about."

"Of course, Ms Knightly," Keri said, "Shall I come there now?"

"That would be lovely," Rowie answered.

They hung up and Keri was all at sixes and sevens. She walked around her area just a little bit to calm herself, talking to herself severely and then went out to the elevator bank to go upstairs to the top floor. During the elevator ride she spoke to herself severely:

"No more mooning out loud or stupid statements today, missy!" She went up determined to be professional today and not the love sick teen ager.

There was a group of secretaries that were working outside of Rowie's office and one of them, seeing Keri approach, got up and greeted her. Keri knew her slightly.

"Hey, Keri," she said, smiling.

"Janice!" Keri answered, "The big boss wants to see me."

"Yes, please go right in," Janice said, going to the door and knocking slightly, since Rowie was waiting for Keri.

Keri went into the large office and stood in front of the door. Rowie was already up and out of her chair, a smile wreathing her face saying:

"Keri, how are you today, girl?"

Keri's grin in return was 24 carat: "Fine, lovely even!"

"I guess so," Rowie answered, coming forward and giving Keri a hug that she wasn't expecting at all.

Rowie went behind her desk and asked Keri to sit. Keri had been thinking about what she was going to say and realized that now was the time:

"Uh, Rowie, if I may, I want to say that I'm pretty much ashamed of my behavior from yesterday."

"Don't you dare, girl!" Rowie said with a huge smile. "Your declaration was the gold star in my day. I just need to process it, and the theatrical 'ta-da' just made my day."

Keri reacted by both blushing furiously and putting her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.

"You blush, girl," Rowie said, giving a conspiratorial grin. She went on: "Look at you blush! I wonder if you blush all the way down to your toes."

Keri laughed and Rowie held out her hand: "No, no, don't you dare take your clothes off here in my office." She gave Keri a fierce grin and continued: "Until I tell you to."

Keri hooted into her hand again.

"Those busy girls outside are going to think that we're high on something in here," Rowie said.

Keri sighed and said: "Gee, I think that I already am!" Then she hesitated and went on: "But I'm being rude; you called me here, and I got us off on the wrong foot."

"We'll keep that 'foot' 'til later," Rowie said, "But business now."

"Business now!" Keri said.

"Keri, as you can see from the group outside, I work with various secretaries. They each represent kind of a section of the operations that I keep an eye on. But I'm lacking something important on my staff. I need a 'Girl Friday'."

Keri looked at her wide eyed.

Rowie held up a hand and said: "I mean someone to give me advice, when I want it. Arrange things and keep an eye on them: schedule things, deadlines, requests. I mean a kind of liaison person, and I'm talking about much more than a secretary."

By now Keri's hand was over her mouth in surprise, suspecting where Rowie was going with this.

"Yes, you're right," Rowie said, "I'd like to offer you the job. I have been reading your dossier, and your work record, according to everyone that you've interacted with, is sparkling. "

She ended by smiling at Keri, whose first reaction was "Mean it? Really?"

Rowie laughed and said: "Mean it really!"

"Oh," Keri said, in a rush, "You'll never regret it! There will be no loose ends; I promise! I'll take such good care of you!"

Rowie smiled and said: "Yes, I believe that you will."

She shoved a paper across the desk at Keri, who took it; it was the compensation package with a huge raise, over $15,000 and benefits and perks, for Keri, who squealed.

"Keri," Rowie said, with a laugh, "I love your enthusiasm. It's like watching you do that sprint yesterday! Just spectacular."

Keri grinned at her in response.

Rowie went on then: "Can you clean up and re-assign your stuff in the next two days and begin on Monday?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am," Keri said.

"Honey," Rowie said softly, "I think that 'Rowie' is going to be fine." She then got a feral grin on her face and said: "Except for special, really special times!"

Keri blushed.

"There you go again, I love it!" Rowie said. "You are so much fun."

Rowie stood and went around her desk with her arms open. Keri responded immediately and fit herself into the taller woman's arms, and just sighed. After a moment, Keri spoke up and said:

"But I don't want to take up too much of your time; I know how busy you must be."

"You're a love!" Rowie said. "But let me just show you how we're going to do our logistics."

They went to the corner of her office, where there was a door. "We'll route people through this office, which will be yours. The door to the secretaries' room will be closed and they'll take work orders from you and me. "

Keri was positively smitten by it.

"Let's go and announce it," Rowie said.

They went out into the secretaries' area and Rowie told the three women in there what the new plan of organization would be. She asked for their aid in getting Keri settled in; then they went back into Rowie's office.

They looked Keri's office over, and Rowie said that she'd have it ready for her in a day, and then began to walk her to the door. At the door, just before they exited from Rowie's office, she asked Keri softly:

"Going to run today?"

"Yes," Keri said simply. "I run every day during the week."

"More of those sexy running pants?" Rowie asked, leaning closer to Keri.

"I didn't think you noticed," she went on, and blushed again. "I call them my Rowie pants."

Rowie laughed: "Gonna eat you up, girl!"

Keri blushed again, and finally answered the question:

"Yes," Keri said, blushing still, "White!"

"Can't wait to see that!" Rowie said and hugged Keri, who whispered: "I have to say it, and won't keep on, I promise. I love you, Rowie."

Rowie smiled and said softly: "Hold that thought!"

Then she unexpectedly ran her tongue along Keri's lips, just before opening the door. Keri's feet almost never hit the floor, as she walked out.

She was on the track before Rowie that day and already had done a few laps, before Rowie emerged from the locker room and joined her on one of her rounds.

They greeted one another casually, as they ran the track together. Keri was wearing the white, spandex running pants. They might have made her feel self-conscious normally but she was actually displaying herself for Rowie today, and was aware of that

The pants merely served to emphasize the loveliness of Keri's ass, as well as putting on display Keri's lacy panties.

"You look like fancy food out here today, girl!" Rowie said with a broad smile, as she joined Keri in the run.

"Thank you!" Keri said with a barely suppressed giggle.

"Now you go ahead and run just a little ahead of me for a bit," Rowie said, "Let me kind of take in the scenery."

Keri flashed Rowie a grin and said: "Yes, ma'am!" She speeded up just a bit and set a pace that had her a few steps in front of Rowie, in effect putting herself on display. She blushed a little but was super pleased with what was happening.

Rowie caught up with her in just a bit and loped in beside her again, saying:

"You look tasty, Keri!"

Keri gave her a huge grin and said 'thank you' again.

"Maybe next time no bra!" Rowie said.

"Oops," Keri replied, "Bouncy, bouncy!"

Rowie laughed and said: "I guess!"

They lapsed then into a companionable silence and measured themselves by one another. After a bit, Rowie said:

"I have to cut my run short just a bit today; I'm going in after this cycle."

"I just have my sprint to do," Keri said.

She nodded to Rowie, as the tall athletic black woman moved to the locker room door on that revolution. Keri then broke into her sprint stride and began to wind down her own run.

She was concentrating on the effort of the sprint and lost sight of Rowie for a bit, as she finished up her run and headed into the locker room herself.

She had, it seemed, the place to herself, and didn't see Rowie anywhere. She sighed, fearing that Rowie had had to leave quickly and, shedding her running clothes and grabbing a towel, headed for the showers.

As she passed a shower cubicle, a hand reached out and grasped her by the arm. Keri 'eeeped', as she was hauled into the cubicle; was surprised but was grinning soon, as she encountered Rowie's magnificent nakedness in the cubicle.

"Join me, girl," Rowie said.

Keri managed a sighed "Oh, yes!" and went into the taller woman's arms. She was plastered against Rowie, feeling the exquisite pressure of their nipples against each other.

"Make your declaration now!" Rowie almost ordered.

Keri didn't hesitate: "I love you, Rowie; I really do."

"That's what I want to hear!" Rowie said, "Makes me wet hearing it, and I don't mean sweat."

"I like you sweaty!" Keri said simply, and, using her tongue began to lick at Rowie's neck.