The silence in the house was the first thing that hit her. Not a peaceful, restful silence, but a heavy, empty one. Sarah sighed, running a hand through her auburn hair as she stared out the large kitchen window at the sprawling, manicured garden. Her husband, Mark, was on another one of his "essential" business trips to Singapore—his third one this quarter. The kids, bless their hearts, were having a week-long "adventure" at their grandparents' house, which meant Sarah was officially, and utterly, alone.
Well, not completely alone.
"Tea is ready, dear," a low, melodic voice called from the dining room.
Sarah turned. Leaning against the doorframe was Eshe, her husband's grandmother. At seventy-two, Eshe was a force of nature. Her dark, rich skin seemed to glow in the afternoon light, and her body was a testament to a life lived fully—thick, curvy, and voluptuous, with wide hips and a heavy, soft bosom that strained against the fabric of her simple house dress. Her hair was a striking, snowy white, pulled back into a loose bun that framed a face with wise, knowing eyes.
"Thanks, Eshe," Sarah said, forcing a smile. "I was just lost in thought."
Eshe chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. "A pretty young thing like you shouldn't be spending her days lost in thought. Mark is a fool for leaving you alone so often."
Sarah felt a familiar blush creep up her neck. Eshe had always been… direct. It was something Sarah had grown used to over her ten years of marriage to Mark, but today, it felt different. More charged.
"He's providing for us," Sarah defended weakly, walking into the dining room. The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air.
"Mmm," Eshe hummed, her eyes following Sarah's every movement. They weren't the eyes of a grandmother looking at her grandson's wife. They were… appraising. Hungry. "A man provides in many ways, child. Presence is a kind of provision, too."
Sarah sat down, the smooth wood of the chair cool against her bare thighs. She'd opted for a simple sundress today, and now she felt suddenly underdressed under Eshe's intense gaze. Eshe sat opposite her, her large body settling into the chair with a soft creak. She placed a steaming cup in front of Sarah, her thick fingers brushing against Sarah's knuckles. The touch was electric, sending a jolt straight up Sarah's arm.
"So," Eshe began, taking a slow sip of her tea. "A whole week. Just you and me. What shall we do to pass the time?"
Sarah swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I… I don't know. Read? Watch some movies?"
Eshe's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something much more… interesting than that."
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