Sally-Ann’s Rain Man
Introduction:
A waitress learns there are never too many kisses.
By beagle9690
October 2012
âI should know better than to try and change it myselfâ were my thoughts, âparticularly in the midst of this torrential deluge. I should have waited for help. But damn it! My cell phone battery is dead and itâs not like I call for help; on the other hand how hard can it be since the instructions are printed right here on the jack-stand pouch?â
I must have run over something because I felt the front passenger tire gradually go flat. This gave me time to pull over safely to the side of the road.
I managed to get the car jacked up thinking, âso far so good,â but not so good for very long; I was having a devil of a time loosening the stubborn, they might as well have been welded on lug nuts; so much for this great idea.
I didnât know it at the time and was told after the fact because instructions didnât say; apparently I should loosen the nuts first before I jacked it up. To add to my problems I was soaked to the skin.
I struggled for what seemed an eternity when I saw the faint illumination of what must be headlights coming from behind the top of the hill. Perhaps they had a working cell phone or maybe they could help me change the tire.
The black Jeep Wrangler 4 X 4 drove by slowly. It circled around like a dangerous beast contemplating its helpless prey before stopping directly behind my car to gloat; the jeepâs headlights like cunning hungry eyes.
âA malevolent shadow figure is getting outâ, were my thoughts as I let my imagination fueled by fear run momentarily amuck. âIâm not going down without a fight,â I assured myself as I tightened my grip on the tire iron, pushing my fear to one side.
“Deep was the shadowâs voice as he asked, âPardon me maâam, do you need any help?”
It was pitch black on this long and winding deserted country road. Itâs true; short cuts make for long delays and now I might be paying for it, possibly with my life, but not without a fight.
I saw just two houses on the road for miles; no open fields, only trees. The skyâs clouds were gray-black, blocking the ambient light of the stars the moon.
This man is dressed all in black and not because he is a minister,â were my thoughts as I tried to push my fear aside.
I could detect alcohol on his breath; an alcohol laden breath as reported by the brutalized survivors. Could it be him?
The police were looking for a violent predator who accosted several women these past months, brutally beating before raping them; cutting off their hair to take as a souvenir.
The attacks always occurred on women in deserted parking lots or broken down in the middle of nowhere and always at night; all the papers described a tall man dressed in black driving a black SUV.
“I’m fine, but thank you for stopping, Sir. I’m almost done,” I lied, touching my long braid; trying to keep the fear from my voice.
“Itâs the,” the dark shadow started to say but instead grabbed me. We ended up in the wet grass with me on top of him facing one another.
His strong arms were wrapped around me, making my weapon useless; our faces were close enough to kiss.
Smiling, he let go of me as I scrambled to my feet.
I almost tripped and fell in the water-logged grass as I dropped the wet and slippery tire to keep my balance, managing to catch the ground with my hand. The man in black got up more slowly haven taken the brunt of the fall.
I cautiously backed away from him, hesitating only to reach down to pick up the tire iron, my eyes never leaving him…….
The hood of the woman’s light yellow cotton jacket had fallen back. I could see she had red hair just like Katherine…was this an omen, a portent for the seers of Delphi to delve?â
“I was going to tell you itâs the wrong jack for your car. Even if it were the right one you should have a board underneath it because of the saturated ground.â
“Have you been drinking?” she asked suspiciously, holding the tire iron in front of her in a death grip. The woman had courage; I had to give her that.
“Yes Iâm celebrating the end of a monumental stupidity on my part. Iâm celebrating reuniting with a good friend.
Iâm celebrating Jimâs new found love; bless them both! What a talented billiard player that feisty little red head is! Katherine is perfect for Jim……..
Unfortunately weâll never know who is top dog,â and he sighed, smiling.
âI live in the log house just up the road were the asphalt turns to gravel. In the future when you have the proper jack; loosen the lug nuts first before you jack it up.â
“The battery on my cell phone is dead,â I said, wondering what he meant by top dog. The man certainly was in a good mood. This didnât mean I should throw caution to the wind.
âMay I use yours to call my Auto Club?â
âYouâre most welcome.â
“Excuse me?” I said, shifting the grip on the tire iron.
“I said you are welcome for me keeping from you from being hurt. My name Tom Butler and I can assure you I have only the best of intentions. Itâs good you are cautious but I’m not that kind of man.â
“Thank you, Mr. Butler.”
“Youâre welcome. Do you have a name?”
“My name is Dorothy,” I replied. He smiled, crossing his arms and nodding his head, knowing I was fibbing.
“Well, Dorothy,” he said, crouching down to look at the damage, âYouâre shivering; I suggest you get out of the rain.”
He reached down to feel the puddle of warm antifreeze underneath the car, “It appears this jack damaged the radiator when it let loose. I would raise Cain with whoever sold you this car. You won’t be driving it anywhere soon.
I always carry a 6-ton floor jack and the proper tools in the back of the Jeep. If you want, I will change the tire to save time for the tow truck driver.â
“Dorothy Smith.”
âOK then. Don’t tell me your real name,” He said getting a wool blanket from the rear seat of the Jeep, “wrap this around yourself. My cell phone is in the glove compartment.â
He then turned on the off-road spotlights and fog lamps for more illumination, followed by the emergency flashers for safety. A predator wouldnât do that to draw attention to himself, he would want things nice and dark.
âThe engine is running so why don’t you sit inside and turn up the heat. Bring your tire iron with you if it will make you feel better.
Lock the doors until the tow truck arrives in case I’m some kind of crazed predator, the rapist in black the authorities are looking for. You can always run me over when you make your quick getaway.â
“Sally McCarthy,” I conceded, wrapping the blanket around me and sticking my hand out for Mr. Butler to shake, âIâm freezing and thank you, Iâll take you up on your kind offer.â
I felt a bit foolish for letting my imagination get ahead of me.
I noticed Mr. Butler had a large silver and turquoise ring on the middle finger of his right hand that he took off and put in his pocket as he walked away to change the tire.
I didnât get a good look at it except to see it was of Native American design.
I sat in his Jeep and watched him change the tire while I called for a tow truck. The hard rain didnât seem to bother him at all. When he finished, Mr. Butler put on his ring back on as he stood up looking into the sky.
He raised his arms above his head as if in welcome delight of celebration with the rain. He was smiling while turning a full circle before he put his arms down.
He got in on the passenger side next to me pushing his thick wet black hair back away from his face while sighing contentedly.
I could see the ring clearly now; I was right. It is very masculine and tasteful. My stepbrother is wearing my Dadâs turquoise and sterling silver ring to spite me; originally it was my Granddadâs.
My mother gave it to my stepbrother knowing Dad promised it to me before he died. She did it to placate her new bastard of a husband and to punish me for leaving home the way I did at sixteen; my step-dad initially taking the telephone call, calling me a whore, before handing the telephone to my mother the first time I called from New York City; but I digress.
Apparently Mr. Butler is not the man the police are looking for. He took my hand a second time in his and I let him, âGood, your hand feels much warmer and youâve stopped shivering.â
His large callused hand felt warm and sincere as he gently held mine. I could see amusement in his warm baby blue eyes, amusement and curiosity. I actually felt quite safe now.
âDid you get a hold of a tow truck?â He let go and reached into glove compartment to remove and then hand me his business card. It said Butlerâs Tire & Auto.
âYes, one will be here soon.â
âIâll make a deal with you. Have your car towed to my shop and you can use my Jeep as a loaner. I have a couch in my office to sleep on. I will have it ready sometime in the afternoon.â
âI usually shop around for the best price getting several estimates first, Mr. Butler. Besides, this is my first new car and itâs still under warranty. Shouldnât I take it back to the dealer while the warranty is in place?â
âFair enough but not necessarily; have it towed wherever you like. Iâll take you home and leave immediately.â
âYouâve been drinking.â
âYes Iâve been drinking and youâre not married. Can we compromise? Take me home and then you leave immediately.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm not married?â
âCall it intuition resulting from observation followed by deductions. If you were married you most likely would have asked to borrow my cell phone to call your husband first. If youâre not married you should have said that regardless.
You are not wearing a wedding band Mrs. McCarthy, another clue. If you were married and wore one religiously, the impression left behind would be obvious.â
âWhat if I am married but donât choose to wear one?â
âIâll bet you a dozen roses that youâre not married.â
âI seldom drink and I donât wager.â
âI see; both laudable avoidances if one is so inclined. Perhaps we can have coffee sometime? Surely you canât object to coffee.
I imagine you know more about coffee than most people given your occupation.â
Although wet, I was warm now and enjoying the friendly banter with this charming man, thinking, âMr. Butler is ruggedly handsome with a polite soft spoken way about him with a rich, deep voice, plus itâs obvious heâs a true gentleman.â
âHow does my occupation make me an expert on coffee?â
âYou are a waitress by profession. Two brown uniform dresses are hanging in the back of your car on a hook inside a dry cleaning bag. Your name tags are sticking out of the ashtray which indicates you most likely donât smoke.
My guess is that you are very good at what you do and will not take nonsense from anyone.
If my guess is correct, Mrs. McCarthy, for all your toughness and independence, such as attempting to change your own tire, you have a soft nurturing side as indicated by the eclectic herd of small stuffed animals covering your back dashboard.â
I forgot about my uniforms and nametags; I did need a vehicle for work tomorrow morningâŠ.why not, so far he has deduced correctly.
âTouchĂ©, Mr. Butler, itâs my turn. You obviously arenât married at the present time; perhaps you are divorced or a widower. You refer to your wife in the past tense and want me to drive you home. Further, happily married men usually are not out alone this late.â
âAh, but my wife might be out of town.â
âNot likely since you gave me your business card and told me where you live. You would be wise to have given me an alias if you were. It will be easy enough to check up on you. Further you are not wearing a wedding band now.
May I see your left hand please?â He held it out and I held it rubbing the spot on his third finger.
âHowever you wore one for a long time as indicated by the faded mark on your finger. Iâve come to the conclusion youâre not a crazed predator.â
âApparently Iâve met my match, Mrs. McCarthy,â He said smiling, âItâs been three years and old habits die hard although the love and memories remain.
Earlier today this widower decided itâs time to move on. As a result of this decision three wonderful things have happened to me today.
The last wonderful thing and my pleasure is Iâve met you. Do you believe in fate? I ask this as a philosophical question of life in general. Iâve pondered fate these past years.
I havenât dated in earnest for years so please excuse my clumsy attempts with this delightful endeavor. Assuming youâre not seeing someone at the present time, will you please allow me the honor of having coffee with you at a place of your choosing?â
As he said it I could see the lights of the tow truck approaching in the distanceâŠâŠ.
Sally-Ann is a delightfully buxom, voluptuous, full-figured woman who I assumed at first to be in her early thirties.
I looked at her insurance card on the driverâs side visor when I set the parking brake to get her address and real name; Sally-Ann forgot to set the parking brake too.
Iâd say Sally-Ann is about five-nine in height and about one- hundred-forty in weight. Her flaming red hair was styled in a single thick braid that night, just brushing the top of her shapely ass. She has green eyes the same as Katherine, it must be fate.
I was greatly enjoying the back and forth banter we were having. Here is a woman who can match me word for word as well as think on her feet.
My gut tells me Sally-Ann is a woman who knows her own mind and wonât be afraid to tell me to go to hell if I get out of line, let alone conk me on the head with a tire iron should the situation of self-defense arise; excellent I much prefer a woman with spirit…not that I would get out of line, mind you…at least not intentionally….well maybe just a little bit and then be ready to duck.
We are close enough in age to like some the same music and movies for example and we must share many the same life experiences………..
âPlease allow me the honor?â I thought, âwho talks like this these days? Well, Daniel Skinner comes to mind but he is in love with somebody else, his personal secretary.
Sure we dated a few times for several months of dinner and dancing; some community theatre. It was fun while it lasted, although he never touched me in the carnal sense. He treated me more like a big sister, and that is fine given the circumstances.
That man spoiled me forever regarding how men should treat a lady.
Any man after Daniel Skinner has some big shoes to fill. Iâm happy for Anita, I really am; I hardly recognized her a year after she left Zaneâs when we ran into each other buying groceries; besides losing weight, Anita Jones has a new confidence in her step; we decided to keep in touch and have had several lunch dates together with one coming up next week.
Iâm not getting any younger though. It really got me to thinking where was I going in life.
One dark night when I least expect it a man appears out of the rain to rescue me in a manner of speaking.
Thomas Butler has a way about him that says I can hold my own against anybody. Itâs not so much cocky as it is confident. Iâve seen many a cocky man get knocked on his ass; take Joseâ for example. I hope his headache lasts forever.
I wonder how Mr. Butlerâs nose got broke because it gives his face a rugged character. He said, âEarlier today this widower decided itâs is time to move on.â
What exactly does Thomas mean by that? I have a pretty good idea though. Yes, Iâve had relationships with both younger and older men for that matter. Iâve been looking for the right one since Iâve moved back home and apparently not in the right places.
It would be so nice to have somebody steady; to have a true fresh start with a man who actually loves me for me; a man to share my life with.
The fact that Mr. Butler was married once is a plus; somewhat tamed and domesticated but not too tame I hope.
Fate, I donât know; on the surface we could be a good match….weâll see.â
âIâll have coffee with you two weeks from today. Thatâs my answer Mr. Butler.â
âAs you wish, Mrs. McCarthy, where may I call on you?â
The tow truck driver impatiently tapped on the hood of the Jeep to get our attention. I had forgotten all about him.
I rolled down the window and handed the tow truck driver Mr. Butlerâs business card, âIâm sorry for making you wait. Please tow my car to this address. My new mechanic will see to it,â and I rolled the window back up annoyed at the intrusion.
âAm I your new mechanic, Mrs. McCarthy?â
âYes, and you may dispense with the Mrs.â
âThen itâs Ms. McCarthy?â
âMiss McCarthy, not Ms. and Iâve never married.â
âYouâve broken many hearts no doubt.â
âThat definitely is a pick-up line.â
âForgive me; I got carried away with the moment.â
âThink nothing of it.â
âMay I call you Sally-Ann?â
âHow do you know my name is Sally-Ann, Thomas?â
âLucky guess, perhaps.â
âYou must have looked at my insurance card when you set the parking brake. Did I forget to do that too?â
âYes, we are both guilty as charged. My friends call me Tom.â
âNot yet, at this juncture you are still my auto mechanic.â
âI see, Miss McCarthy, youâre going to make me earn that privilege.â
âOf course, it will be fun.â
âI concur, and Iâm sure you worth it. What will you call me?â
âI will call you Mr. Butler as weâve only just met.â
âYes, as propriety dictates, Mr. Butler it is.â
âI work at Zaneâs truck stop, Sir. Are you familiar with it?â
âI know where itâs located, yes.â
âWill you kindly deliver my car there when itâs fixed, please?â
âNow youâre talking a bit old fashion. What do you attribute this too, Miss McCarthy?â
âIt must be the rain, kind Sir. In everyoneâs life some rain must fall…..â
I arrived at work the next morning to find Zane, six waitresses; Doris, Mary, Donna, Lily, Susan, Denise plus a bouquet of four dozen roses in red, yellow, white and pink waiting for me.
The card said, âMiss McCarthy. Since you never wager I bet myself double or nothing and won. I doubled-down and won again; roses for a lovely lady, Sincerely, Your new auto mechanic, Mr. Butler.â
Nobody sent me flowers at work before; goodness, roses are my favorite flowers. I had to explain to the girls and Zane who Mr. Butler is and how I met him. Doris dubbed him my Rain Man.
True to his word, Mr. Butler personally delivered my car to Zaneâs. Things couldnât have worked out better because he walked through the door just before I started my meal break in the back room.
Doris came to get me and was all smiles, âSally-Ann, your Rain Man is here. Ask him for me if there are any more hunks like him at home.â
I found my new mechanic standing by the cash register talking to Zane. I can tell Zane liked him just in the relaxed manner he was standing, that and they were talking about fishing; Zane is an ardent fisherman.
Zane is very protective about his employees, especially the women. That and the fact that Tomâs dinner this day was on the house, compliment of Zane.
Zane nodded his head and winked at me as he passed us going into the kitchen.
We really are like a big family; this is main reason I work here, and the picnic/pig roast Zane hosts for us every September at Godfreyâs Pond is an event not to be missed; the restaurant is closed for the weekend.
When he saw me Mr. Butler excused himself and walked over to meet me half-way.
âHere are the keys, Miss McCarthy,â as we exchanged keys, âYour car is fixed, you have the proper jack, a new radiator, a new tire and there will be no charge. May I see a menu please?â
âHow did you manage that, Mr. Butler?â I asked as I handed him a menu, âIs the corner booth near the kitchen to your liking?â
âYes, the corner booth will be fine, and to answer the other question; your car dealer paid for the parts, my labor and provided the proper jack after a little arm twisting. Iâm an AAA approved and Certified Garage and it wonât void your new car warranty to have it serviced with me.â
âThank you! Iâm delighted having you as my mechanic,â and I took his arm in mine and escorted him to his booth.
I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, âThank you for the roses, Rain Manâ before I sat across from him.
âYouâre very welcome and I must say, I like the personal service here Miss McCarthy. Do you provide this personal service for all your customers?â
âIâm on my break, Rain Man, and youâre my first exception.â
âRain Man, you called me that twice today. May I enquire why?â
Yes, that is what Doris dubbed you when I explained how we met.â
âWell, your Rain Man approves that line of thinking. May I pay you a compliment, Miss McCarthy?â
âYou may.â
âI appreciate a take charge woman, particularly one in uniform. You are a beautiful woman, Sally-Ann, buxom and voluptuous in all the right places; you fill it out well.â
âAre you flirting with me, Mr. Butler?â
âIâm merely stating fact.â
âYouâre also flirting.â
âYes, but the facts remain before me; how am I doing?â
âYouâre doing fine.â
âBesides you, what looks good, Iâve never eaten here before?â
âThat depends; do you like hot and spicy.â
âStop teasing me. You said I have to wait at least two weeks for that.â
âI was referring to the menu and you know it,â I squeezed his hand.
âAnd youâre flirting by omission,â he replied, squeezing back, âperhaps you should order for the both of us, weâll get to dessert that much sooner that way.â
âWhat kind of dessert would you like with your hot tea?â
âMay I have a cup of coffee instead?â
âNo, you must wait until we are officially courting. What would you like for dessert?â
âNeed I say it…….?â
We each had Zaneâs first class beef brisket with salt potatoes and green beans. We shared a piece of homemade peach pie eating off the same plate as if we had been doing it forever.
I went over my dinner break by 20 minutes while the girls covered, including when I walked with Mr. Butler to his Jeep.
âI have every Sunday and Monday off. Are you available, tomorrow, Mr. Butler?âI offered him my hand like they do in the old time movies; would he do it? Is my Rain Man the Romantic I think he is?
âIsnât this a nice coincidence, I decided on the way here that Sunday and Monday shall be my new days off; what do you have in mind, Miss McCarthy?â
He took my hand and kissed it, making me tingle all over at this marvelous discovery.
âCan you weld, Mr. Butler?â
âIf it can be welded, I can weld it.â
âThis is strictly a business proposition mind you. I have my Grandmotherâs metal glider on my front porch that doesnât glide. I can never bring myself to get rid of it.
I made new seat cushions for it last fall. One corner is pretty much held together with bailing wire and large c-clamps; they donât build things like this glider these days and as I said I canât bring myself to part with it.
I adore sitting on my front porch when the weather permits it. Can you look at it tomorrow and give me an estimate?â
âWell strictly as a business proposition, Miss McCarthy, I will have it working almost as good as new for a flat fee of a home cooked meal followed by a kiss, right here,â He kissed his finger and then touched my lips, âHow does that sound?â
âWhy a single kiss, Mr. Butler?â
âA single kiss will save time, Miss McCarthy.â
âHow will that save time, Mr. Butler?â
âIf you like my kisses you may decide to let me court you immediately, staring Monday. If you donât like my kisses, it will allow me two weeks to practice up on my kissing skills on the back of my hand. You must agree by now that fate brought us together.â
âIâll hold myself open to that possibility; however, Iâm curious, when did you go from a single kiss to kisses?â
âDid I say kisses; it must have been a Freudian slip brought on by wishful thinking.â
âHow many kisses?â
âIs there such a thing as too many kisses?â
âPerhaps youâll find out tomorrow…..â
I watched from my bedroom window as my Rain Man drove into my driveway Sunday morning pulling a utility trailer with his tools and a portable welder behind his Jeep.
I was surprised to see that Thomas was not dressed all in black, surprised and curious. Instead he was wearing tan chinos that appeared to be new with a white & blue striped oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had worn and scuffed brown penny loafers on his feet.
Beanie my nine year tabby was not her usual self this morning. Normally she hides when anyone is around; Beanie literally is a one woman cat and set in her ways, or so I thought.
This morning Beanie was back and forth to the front door meowing and cajoling to go outside the whole time I was adding the last minute finishing touches.
I wanted to make sure my hair was perfect before I went outside to greet him.
I was sending a message to show I might be interested. He couldnât fail to notice the vases with my roses on the end table by the glider.
He had already moved the roses safely to one side and was taking the gliderâs measurements and writing them down in a pocket notebook when I opened the door to greet him.
Incredibly, Beanie darted out ahead of me spoiling my planned entrance to rub against his leg…..
When Sally-Ann opened the door one of the friendliest cats I have every encountered, a large silver mackerel tabby with seven toes and hazel eyes. She came charging out the front door to rub against my leg.
This however didnât prevent me from admiring how beautiful Sally-Ann looked this bright sunny morning.
Sally-Annâs face was makeup free to display a light sprinkle of freckles to compliment her fair creamy complexion as is the case with many true redheads.
Her fiery red hair was put up in a bun with a white rose slightly behind the top of her right ear. She was wearing a sleeveless pale mauve summer dress with halter straps and simple white pumps on her small feet.
All I could think to say was âWOWâ until the cat prompted me, âWhatâs her name?â I bent over to pick up Miss Tabby and rub her furry belly.
âItâs Beanie,â Sally-Ann said with a puzzled look on her pretty face as this affectionate cat went limp and trusting in my arms, purring loudly and contentedly as I rubbed her tummy.
âWell, Beanie, you certainly are an affectionate kitty and as beautiful as your Mistress. Is something wrong?â I asked, continuing to rub Beanie, the puzzled expression still on Sally-Annâs face.
âNo, nothing is wrong,â she said smiling, âactually everything is perfect, Mr. Butler. You passed your cat-scan with flying colors. Before you get started on the glider, would you like a cup of coffee with your cinnamon rolls……?â
âWhat does your mistress mean by that,â he asked putting Beanieâs face up to his ear and of course she meowed.
âBeanie says it means weâre now officially courting and I may call you Sally-Ann. Miss Tabby agrees with me you look lovely this morning.â
Beanie let out a few more âmeowsâ wanting her belly rubbed some more.
âWait, there is more….Beanie says she wants me to kiss her,â and Tom kissed Beanieâs head to be rewarded with more loud purring. My wonderful traitor, Beanie was absolutely precious with him.
âBeanie says you want me to kiss you….whatâs that Beanie, your Mistress likes to go dancing, really….. Yes Iâm sure we like the same music.
Does Sally-Ann like to fish, Beanie?……you donât know….yes, Iâll bring you a fresh fish if I catch any the next time I go……No, Beanie, Iâm not into mice, youâre on your own there…..catnip, nope, I never tried it, but Iâll bring you some the next time I visit. How about a nice catnip mouse? Thank you, I like you too, Beanie.â
Thoroughly charmed and amazed, I took Beanie from him and put her down; she jumped up on the glider to watch us.
âBeanie is such a gossip,â I said putting my hands on his strong shoulders while looking into his baby blue eyes; I liked what I saw there so I kissed his lips.
âYou need more practice,â I said kissing him again.
He put his arms around my waist and returned my kisses, âHow about now, Sally-Ann.â
âYouâre getting there, Thomas,â I replied, taking my fingers and running them through his thick black hair, âIâd like to explore with you to determine if there is such a thing as too many kisses.â
âWhat about your glider?â
âI completely forgot,â and I kissed his lips, âplease forgive me.â
âYou are forgiven. I have everything with me to fix it better than new,â he kissed my lips.
âHow long will it take?â
âAre you referring to us or the glider?â He kissed me again, âyou taste wonderful, by the way, Sally-Ann.â
âI am referring to the glider of course,â and I ran my hands through his hair vigorously messing it up so that it fell forward over his forehead and over his eyes. This was to test his patience and his vanity.
Not bothering to fix his hair as Thomas gently stroked the hair at the nape of my neck making me tingle all over, âThe white rose in your hair is very sensual by the way, although Iâm hoping to be allowed it take down later for my fingers to caress.â
âMy goodness what a bold and direct man you are Thomas. Have you forgotten about the glider already?â
âPleasantly distracted and I havenât. I need to change into my work clothes first, and you are right, they donât build them like this these days. The possibilities I see to fix it better than ever are a challenge.â
âAre work clothes code words for birthday suit?â I asked, tugging on his hair.
âNo, I think I should get started.â
âFine, but first weâll have our coffee and cinnamon rolls,â and I pushed his hair back in place…..
We spent two hours in her kitchen over coffee; Sally-Annâs cinnamon rolls are indescribably delicious. We made small talk, feeling each other out which led to more general topics until we finally arrived at sharing some personal information about each other. I avoid politics; I detest what it has denigrated into.
That being said, we share the status of being an only child. Sally-Ann left home at sixteen, shortly after her Dad died of after a lengthy and courageous bout with cancer.
Her mother remarried soon after; she canât stand her step-father or step-brother while my Dad and I get along famously; Dad never remarried when Mom died.
When I asked Sally-Ann about her step-father and step-brother she became quiet so I quickly changed the subject. I suspect her mother had a long standing affair and then married her lover, her husbandâs oncologist of all things; as I said sheâs not crazy about her step-brother; they are ten years apart in age.
Moving on to brighter things, we both like Celtic Music, Folk Music; some Country Western, Blue Grass and naturally Rock & Roll. Sally likesâ to attend Ethnic Festivals, especially Celtic.
Sally-Ann dresses in character for the summer Renaissance Fair in Sterling, NY; Iâve never been there and it sounds like fun.
Sally-Ann adores foreign films with sub-titles in English….OK, Iâm not into that. We agreed that subject might be open for further discussion at another time.
From there Sally-Ann became serious, almost hesitant; almost unsure whether she should bring it up. I squeezed her hand in encouragement and smiled.
When she finally confided, taking a chance, I knew it was hard for her. I got the ball rolling first by simply telling Sally-Ann what I thought and felt; following my heart for a second time in my life, all doubt washed away by the cleansing of a glorious hard rain…………
Itâs incredible! We like so many of the same things, although Thomas paused and answered carefully when I asked him what he thought about foreign films; I adore them and they are so overlooked by many.
Beanie sat at his feet until he pulled the kitchen chair out next to him; Beanie jumped up on it to watch us the whole time we were in the kitchen. Thomas fed her bits of a cinnamon roll dipped in milk.
Beanie ate right out his hand, darn her; she never does this with me, god bless her. Fate needs to be a subject I study in greater detail.
Thomas is an easy man to talk to and unlike some men; he didnât dismiss or diminish my opinions when we brushed briefly on many topics of interest, excluding the discussion of politics.
He didnât express any opinion one way or the other which leaves me to believe his disdain for politics in general.
I also found out Thomas worked alongside his father in the tire business since he was 11 years old, his Dad now retired.
I took a big chance with him during coffee. I opened a window that has been locked with the shade drawn for a very long time.
It didnât bother him in the least when he looked inside.
I owe him that. If he is the man I think he is Thomas will understand.
I confessed that I was no angel in my younger days.
I confessed I was a good time party girl and then an exotic dancer up until my early thirties when I started losing stage time to younger girls.
I made very good money up until then and if nothing else possessed the good sense to have a CPA who encouraged me to bank and invest 25% of my wages. Everything was above board when I had my one and only tax audit.
I enjoyed that wild lifestyle and the private parties until my then new and untested manager-bodyguard, Joseâ turned on me.
Joseâ is such a prissy, fussy and vain bastard. Always stylish in appearance to the extreme; in the way he dressed. Always in the most current fashions; in the way he wore his hair. Joseâ was always perfectly coiffed with never so much as a hair out of place.
Without my knowledge, Joseâ committed me to a high priced escort service catering to rich businessmen; he forged my name on a one year contact.
They specialized among other things in providing companions for businessmen from Asian or Middle Eastern countries….need I say more?
I returned to my apartment from my hair stylist one afternoon to find Joseâ with a Korean businessman in his sixties drinking single-malt Scotch waiting for me.
I wore my hair curly and shoulder length or in a short curly bob in those days.
Rule number one; nobody was allowed in my apartment for any type of business. My private life was separate from my then chosen career. As I said, I did it for the money and it paid well.
Joseâ took me into my bedroom to show me the stack of cash we made in advance; five thousand dollars; this was my cut and he talked excitedly that my contract guaranteed me a minimum of twenty-five grand a month for six days work if I would sweeten these men with a little sugar….sex.
We had a heated argument about the contract. He was also angry that I didnât get my hair cut as short as he wanted it and that came up. Joseâ became angrier still when as he put it, âI wouldnât listen to reason on both countsâ.
I fired him on the spot and walked out of the bedroom with the money to throw the old lecherous Korean out with Joseâ along with him; they could both hit the road.
For the first time, Joseâ hit me; he slapped me around in front of the old lecherous businessman, calling me filthy names. He hit me several times, giving me a fat lip and bloody nose and still I refused.
He threatened to cut my face up if I didnât do as I was told.
That was a big mistake on Joseâs part as he reached for his knife, smiling, all cocky and self-assured while looking at the Korean saying, âThis whore needs to be put in her placeâ.
While he was distracted in his bravado, I kicked my so-called bodyguard where it counts before breaking an alabaster lamp over his head rendering him unconscious in a crumpled heap of blood and vomit….kicking him in the face for good measure.
I threw the money at the old lecher telling him to get the hell out or he would get more of the same. The old poltroon practically ran out with his tail between his legs, tripping on the rug and almost falling flat on his face as he tried to scoop up the money; one final kick by me squarely on his buttocks to send out the door.
Hours later, after Joseâ was carried out on a gurney when New Yorkâs Finest were done questioning me.
I locked myself in my bedroom to have a good long cry; more than a good cry actually, I was shaking with fright. Afterward, I telephoned my Grandma.
The next day I packed whatever I could fit in two suitcases, taking the bus, the same way I got here; leaving everything else behind to return to my hometown to start my life over.
I moved in with my Dadâs mother, my Grandma Beanie; short for Beatrice; I could never pronounce Grandmaâs name as a little girl therefore it was always Grandma Beanie.
While living there, I got my GED; attended Community College getting an Associateâs Degree in English Literature to prove to myself I could do it while I was working part-time at Zaneâs and have been there since.
I never lost contact with Grandma Beanie, not even when I was in New York City. I can still see her on the front porch of her little house, sitting on the glider, waiting for me on my spend-the-night weekend visits when my Dad dropped me off Friday night to bring me back home on Sunday. We talked about everything. My Grandma Beanie was a tough as nails while being a very sweet and nurturing woman.
Grandma Beanie had a way with plants. They bloomed and flourished like magic under her care. She must have passed that gift onto me.
Grandma Beanie didnât approve of my exotic dancer lifestyle. As is her way, Grandma told me once of her displeasure in no uncertain terms and then dropped it, always loving me no matter what.
Grandma left me the house when she passed, all that she had in the world; my bastard of a step-father contested the will and lost. I counter sued for my legal expenses and won.
I also confessed to Thomas that I wanted a serious, committed relationship with a good man. I told him I was a different woman now, one who came to her senses.
In my experience many men…well… at least the two I was partially honest with after I moved back home, were put off or surprised by my candor. In the end, both were skeptical; not believing a woman, a person, can change.
Not going into particulars, one of the lying, conniving disingenuous bastard pretended to understand. Samuel stuck around for a year wining and dining me.
He actually proposed marriage and I accepted. Samuel dropped a bomb on me a week before we were to be married.
Samuel wanted an open marriage that included threesomes with other men and women; of course I refused even discussing such a thing and we had a heated argument where I simply walked out on him.
Samuel spread vicious lies about me after that. I donât know for sure, but the only reason he stopped might be because Zane paid him a little visit.
Do you know what my Rain Man did when I confessed almost everything to him? Thomas looked right into my eyes, really looked into my eyes, deep into the window of my soul, right at the person before him here and now; me, not the person of my wild and reckless carefree past.
I looked back into his baby blue eyes to see his soul was wide open.
Thomas was straight and right to the point….can you come right to the point and still be romantic?
âSally-Ann,â he gently, kissing my hands, âI believe in you. It doesnât matter for the past is behind us both; there is only the here and now. Your eyes tell me what your words struggle to say.
They say when finally give your heart, it will be forever. We can go as fast or slow as you like, or pick up where we left off earlier. My first assessment of you stands. I accept you as you are.â
My heart of hearts assures me that Thomas Butler is a keeper and might possibly be the ONE……….
I must say that Thomas wasnât bragging when he stated that he can weld anything. My Dad was a welder so I know good work when I see it. Thomasâs welds are very neat and precise.
I didnât count on him making improvements to the original design. Before he did, Thomas asked for my permission, which I granted of course. He explained everything step by step without being condescending.
He spent the rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon cutting, welding, grinding and hand filing; adding reinforcing braces to make the frame more stable and rigid.
Thomas drilled out the original squeaky rivets of the rocking-gliding mechanism and replaced them with six hardened steel bolts modified to fit in ball bearing rings set in the enlarged and reinforced rivet holes.
Thomas replaced the original springs with heavier ones and added two extra springs to the mechanism to ensure the reinforced frame and rocking-gliding mechanism was property counter-balanced.
Talk about over-engineering! He went as far as to weld adjustable leveler-feet of his own design from massive nuts, bolts and locking washers to compensate for my sagging in places front porch floor.
When I went outside to tell Thomas dinner would be ready in 40 minutes or so; he was still in his work clothes stripped to the waist, drenching his head with my garden hose to cool off…talk about eye candy.
In keeping with his height of six-two, Thomas has long ropey muscles and a flat stomach….his tanned figure looked absolutely scrumptious. I couldnât just stand there gawking at him though.
âI do have a shower you know.â
âIs that an invitation, Sally-Ann? I didnât realize you wanted to move this fast.â
Thomas stood up straight, the water dripping from head down his back and deep chest as he twisted the brass hose nozzle to stop the flow of water.
âI have to finish our dinner. You may use the shower though.â
âDarn and oh well. You canât say I didnât try,â he said pushing his thick black hair away from his face.
âCan we compromise, Rain Man? I donât want to get my hair wet,â I kissed my finger and put it on his lips, âHow about a nice shampoo? Itâs the least I can do after you rebuilt me the Grand Pyramid of Giza Gliders. We have enough time for that if you wash quickly.â
âYes maâam, whereâs the bathroom………?â
I was a little disappointed that Sally-Ann came into the bathroom fully dressed complete with a frilly apron….oh well.
Before she arrived, I did a speed wash, soaping up a washcloth and rubbing myself vigorously pink before rinsing. My cock was hard just thinking about this woman, clothed or unclothed.
Sally-Ann has a demure-boldness, a feminine-earthy and ethereal sexy way about her that I find fascinating.
I realize those words âdemure-boldnessâ doesnât jive in the same sentence; however thatâs how I see Sally-Ann.
It says âthis is who I amâ and it comes as natural to her as breathing….perhaps a kind of a nurturing earth mother like Gaea might describe Sally-Ann best now.
Sally-Annâs cozy and tidy little 2 bedroom ranch house and yard are full of exceedingly vibrant green plants or flowering bushes of all types and varieties.
Plants are almost the centerpieces of every room; my wife had a green thumb and our home used to be like this. My wife also fussed over and spoiled me terribly while she was able.
Sally-Ann fussed over me the whole time I was working, bringing me fresh squeezed lemonade or mint green tea, the leaves picked fresh from her garden; both were ice cold and refreshing.
She brought me cold compresses for the back of my neck and made me take several breaks to rest and sip my refreshing beverages while I explained what I was doing….Sally-Ann is a nurturing woman and it shows in these little things.
Nurturing was the overwhelming thought that came to me suddenly out of nowhere; a strong feeling, a lasting impression; a defining premonition when I first kissed her.
Iâm sure some of the wildness of her early years remains though. I can sense that wild, ever present undercurrent of her sexuality……….
I found Thomas standing in the tub with a towel wrapped around his middle when I walked in the bathroom; he looked cute and sexy. I wanted to just kiss him all up and baby him.
Not surprisingly I found Beanie with him on the hamper waiting to be petted; she does this with me.
âWe have had twenty minutes until I take the pork roast the oven. I want it to rest 10 minutes before you slice it,â I set the kitchen timer on the vanity top, âSit down and close your baby-blues so we can get started.â
âYes, maâam,â Thomas said taking the towel off and sitting down, âThis is my first shampoo by a woman other than my mother, Sally-Ann.â
âDidnât your wife every do this for you?â I asked surprised, âDonât tell me you also never showered together?â I wet his thick black hair and started to lather.
âMy wife Sally was very conservative in regard to things like this, although very affectionate and accommodating in other ways. She spoiled me rotten though for as long as she was able. Sally also had a green thumb just like you have; I believe you would have liked her.â
âYour wifeâs name was Sally? I asked, surprised again
âYes; didnât I mention that before? Her middle name is Ann, the Sally and the Ann werenât pronounced as one name like yours. You decide coincidence or fate? Iâll go with Fate.
This feels wonderful, I can get used to this pampering,â he sighed relaxing his shoulders and smiling, âWhat is your middle name by the way? Mine is Andrew, after my Grandpa Andy, my Dadâs father; Thomas Andrew Butler, thatâs me or TAB for short.â
âMy middle name is Beatrice, after my Grandma Beanie; Sally-Ann Beatrice McCarthy thatâs me or just plain Sally-Ann.â
âI see; you named your cat after your Grandmother.â
âDo you have a problem with that, TAB?â and I gave his hair a playful yank.
âNo Maâam, I think itâs nice.â
âThatâs better; how long were you married?â I asked, massaging his scalp with my fingers.
âTwenty-three years.â
âTwenty-three years of marriage and three years of grieving,â I was thinking, doing the math in my head as I continued to massage.
âWell, Iâm not shy about saying it, Iâm Forty-one. How old are you, Thomas?â
âIâm Forty-three, and you are a beautiful forty-one at that; you can pass for a woman in her early thirties, and I never fib; since you donât bet, you can bank on it.â
âYou were a baby when you married; you were what, seventeen?â I turned on the water and reached for the shower wand to rinse him.
âIn retrospect I suppose I was. I was seventeen and Sally was sixteen. Our parents didnât approve so we eloped against their wishes; my wife was my whole world until the very end.â
âWas she a blonde, brunette or redhead,â I asked.
âSally was a brunette.â
âDid she wear her hair long or short?â
âShort towards the end but long for most of our marriage, but thatâs in the past; Iâd rather talk about us, âThomas said standing up, rubbing his head with a fresh towel.
I took the towel from him and finished drying the rest of him, âAs I said, I can get used to this, beautiful.â
He pushed his thick damp black hair back away from his face while I finished drying him.
âYou know, Miss McCarthy, nobody but my mother has done this for me since Iâve been 5 years old. I considered myself too grown up for such nonsense after that; I was wrong.
âStand still and behave, Thomas. Iâm not done with you yet,â I warned sternly as I took my large wide comb from the counter to comb his hair, parting it different ways before I combed it straight back, the way he wears it; the timer rang seconds after.
I was thinking, âIâm still amazed how laid back Thomas is…. he shall be my Thomas. Thomas is much more dignified than Tom.
A Tom is a male turkey and my Rain Man is anything but that. Iâve dated a few turkeys in my time…bah, fiddlesticks and drumsticks to them.
Who am I to doubt Fate? I want him and Iâll deny it no longer. My Rain Man shall be my Thomas. Iâm just learning to stand outside in the rain and itâs about time I embrace it.â
âDo you prefer short hair on women, Thomas?â
âActually, I prefer it long. You not thinking of cutting your hair short are you?â he asked, looking worried.
âIâll meet you in the kitchen,â I replied letting the question hang âTen minutes should be plenty of time for you to get dressed…..â
When I walked into the kitchen Sally-Ann gave me a long white chefâs apron and said, âThe carving knife & steel are on the cutting board.â
She continued to bustle about to finish setting the table in between whisking flour in the pork dripping in the roasting pan for gravy.
Iâm a meat and potatoes kind of guy. Fresh pork-roast and mashed potatoes with gravy; corn mixed together with peas, carrots, corn and green beans; gravy on them too.
Donât forget the homemade apple sauce. Donât forget the light and flaky buttermilk biscuits. Such a meal is hard to argue with; especially with such a fascinating woman to share it with.
What a delight Sally-Ann is to my eyes, bustling about the kitchen like this…it brings back wonderful memories of my wife when she was vibrant, healthy and happy and able to do so…Thatâs in the past and my future is now.
I stood there like a dopey statue watching her until…….
âGoodness, Thomas, donât dawdle,â Sally-Ann said, teasingly, âdo you need help putting on your apron?â
Sally-Ann didnât wait for my reply; she took the apron from me, placing the neck strap over my head and reaching under my arms to tie it in the back around my waist in a bow.
I could smell her perfume, Jovan Musk I believe….she smelled wonderful.
Sally-Ann put her arms around my neck to kiss my cheek and whispered in my ear, âI will trust you completely. Do you know why?â
âPlease tell me.â
âCall it intuition resulting from observation followed by deductions. I see no reason not to continue where we left off earlier. My heart assures me you are a one woman man. Yes, I believe in Fate, Rain Man. How can I not?â
Sally-Ann kissed my lips while running her fingers through my hair, âTherefore you shall be my Thomas….â
âYour wish is my command,â Thomas replied as he put his strong arms around my waist, gently crushing me to him to kiss my lips long and deep.
I was tingling form-the-top-of-my head-to-the-tips-of-my-toes….it is so wonderful and Iâve waited so long to for the right one to come along….move over Daniel.
âI believe we left off with me standing like a dopey statue enjoying watching you, Sally-Ann and thatâs the honest unadulterated truth; you fascinate me. How thick do you want me to slice it…..?â
After dinner we sat outside on the glider listening to an old time Rock & Roll Radio Station that both of us have preset on our radios. My much improved rocking glider felt like we were moving back and forth on a cloud.
To add to my cloud experience, Thomas kisses so nicely and he held me close to cuddle after he took my hair down. It was his turn to have his hands in my hair.
We sang along to the songs on the radio, taking turns or singing together, laughing… getting a little silly.
This is something else we have in common; singing to the radio when nobody is around.
It was midnight before we knew it and he stood up, âWill you look at the time.â
âDo you really have to go?â I asked standing up with him and touching his face.
âIâll be back tomorrow around noon with my paint sprayer and compressor. You talked about painting it dark green. Iâll wire brush it well first; prime it and then…….â
I put my arms around Thomasâs neck and kissed his warm lips to stop him from talking, âYou really did change your days off for me, Rain Man,â I said looking into his eyes.
âI can do that since Iâm the boss. Weâre closed Sunday and now my assistant manager has most weekends off; everything works out fine….did you think I was fibbing, Sally-Ann?â
âI thought you were flirting with me.â
âIn other words you thought I was fibbing.â
âI did; will you forgive me?â
âYouâre forgiven, donât doubt me again,â he said sternly.
âYes, Sir,â I messed up his hair again; goodness, I love doing this. Heâs the first man to let me do that to him, the first man who will let me be, well….just playful.
âI wonât let you leave. You spent more time with my cat than with me,â I was fibbing, âDo I have to purr to get your attention?â
And I did, purring and licking; nibbling on his ear and blowing on his neck to entice him to spend the night.
Thomas pushed my long hair behind my ear to kiss my cheek, âKitten, Iâve fallen for you in a big way.â He called me Kitten, what a sweet little word of endearment.
Thomas took my hands from his neck and kissed them, speaking quietly, âYou deserve to have everything romantically perfect the first time. And today is our first official day of courting after all. We should wait for the right time.â
My Rain Man kissed his finger and put it on my lips before getting in his Jeep and driving away………
I sang to the radio all the way home until I pulled into my driveway, shutting the engine off and getting out, thinking, âWe are so good together; it is almost unbelievable, it really is.
Itâs as if we have known each other for years, so many unspoken understandings pass between us….and she is a beautiful woman. I would have guessed early thirties and this is without makeup….and such beautiful green eyes and her nose crinkles up just so when she laughs.
Iâm only human; Yes, Iâve had a few one night stands since my wife died and all of them out of town where nobody knew me. They were mutually agreed to and enjoyable for what they were; I want to wait for the right time with Sally-Ann….
What determines the right time these days? First date, second date; my wife made we wait until we were engaged while Sally-Ann is willing now.â
Just as I was closing the Jeep door, a silver streak jumped out startling me to rub up against my leg. Laughing, I picked Miss Tabby up to rub her belly.
âEenie Meenie Kitty Beanie; is Miss Tabby about to speak?
Do want to tell me something, Beanie?â I was prompted by meows whenever I stopped rubbing her tummy.
You do……I see…..you want me to spend the night with your Mistress…..I thought so…..Yes, your Mistress is fascinating and beautiful……..No, I canât get her out of my mind……Yes, she is a delight to talk to; Sally-Ann feels like a dream come true in my arms.
Have you ever noticed how your Mistressâs nose crinkles when she laughs….or how my Kittenâs green eyes sparkle like sunlit white caps on a green sea?
Iâve fallen for Sally-Ann in a big way….. Of course I know Sally-Annâs not a cat…… if I choose to call her Kitten thatâs my affair; itâs a lovers thing………no itâs not silly at all.
No…..I will never do anything to hurt Sally-Ann or betray her trust……what am I waiting for you ask; especially when life is short……yes, that makes sense….that makes sense too; the right time is now….youâve convinced me Beanie……yes, we were meant to be……Sally-Ann doesnât know youâre here……I figured as much.
Are you hungry after your trip……you are…..no, I donât have any fresh salmon; will canned tuna do……..It will, I thought so…. you are welcome. Why donât you come inside while I pack an overnight bag and grab my shaving kit…..yes, youâre going to see a lot of me in the future……I like you to Beanie. Youâre an uncommon cat with common sense….â
I couldnât sleep after my Rain Man left. I was thinking about Thomas….about us….I couldnât get him out of my mind. He isnât the only one. I really have fallen for him in a big way…well, he will be back tomorrow.
There was no sign of Beanie; she is no doubt curled up in a corner or underneath something somewhere sleeping as is her habit sometimes.
I went into the bathroom to brush my hair and fix it in a loose ponytail as I always do before bedtime.
I undressed to look at myself in the large vanity mirror to study myself now that I have a man in my life again….no scratch that thought, finally the one, and a fascinating one at that.
I still have a nice figure; although not the slim, girlish figure I had a seventeen when I started my career as an exotic dancer.
Iâve filled out over the years, maturing gracefully as a result of my daily morning stretching and aerobic exercises.
Iâll never again have the slim dancerâs figure of my early youth, but then why should I?
Iâm satisfied that my stamina is as good, if not better than ever.
Thomas describes me as buxom and voluptuous; full figured in all the right places and he sincerely means it.
I can tell by the way Thomas looks at me; women know these things.
I went to my bedroom to get into bed with a good book unable to concentrate; I was thinking about my Rain Man naked in the bathroom with his big hard cock pressed up against the bath towel.
I turned off the lamp and set the book to one side, closing my eyes to try to fall sleep, all to no avail.
It made me smile as I lay there with my eyes closed, remembering how I messed up his thick black hair; how my Thomas looks after me afterward with his baby blue eyes, looking into my green ones with such patient amusement through his tousled messy hair.
I started stroking my breasts and nipples, wondering what it would be like to suck on Thomasâs hard cock….to feel his hard cock in my moist cunt…my pussy was moist, just thinking about his warm and generous kisses…yes, honest kisses; warm, generous and honest kisses; my Thomas; remembering him standing shirtless in the yard with the water dripping from his thick black hair down his bare tanned chest and back.
I was moaning softly as my hand crept to my bare, shaven pussy, parting the lips of my womanhood to caress my sweet….it felt so good…so very, very good
I was in my own little world when the doorbell rang; startling me out of my luscious self pleasure.
Annoyed…no, more than annoyed at this uncalled for intrusion; I looked out the window to see him standing on my porch.
I quickly threw on my robe, dabbing a drop of perfume behind each ear and my wrists before going downstairs to answer the door. My Rain Man standing there with an overnight bag at his feet holding Beanie….what the….?
âHello, Kitten. I know itâs late but look who I found in my Jeep when I arrived home; Beanie the stowaway.â
âWell, weâll just have to do something about this,â Sally-Ann said smiling as she took Beanie from me. âWill you please take off your shoes?â
I picked up my small duffle to follow her in, closing and locking the door behind me. Sally-Ann put her wayward cat on the foyer floor before turning to face me as I was removing my loafers.
âWell, Thomas, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to kiss me?â Sally-Ann asked.
âKiss you where?â I never expected what came next as I dropped my small duffle bag to the floor. I would need my hands for far more important things.
Sally-Annâs white silk robe slid off her curvaceous body to the floor in one fluid motion to her feet.
My kitten took her hair out of the ponytail while shaking her head; Sally-Annâs fiery red tress flowing down her back to her waist.
To say my Kittenâs naked form is a delight to my eyes is akin to saying the sky is blue or the oceans are deep and mysterious.
Before I could react Sally-Ann was dancing around me, circling provocatively slapping me lightly on the ass and then moving away just out of my reach âStand still, Thomas, you may look but donât touch.â
I complied and Sally-Ann messed up my hair, putting her arms around my neck as she kissed my lips long and deep, âIâm going to give you a private dance, the first Iâve ever given actually.â
She messed up my hair again, laughing with carefree delight which in itself made me smile as I watched the little crinkle in her nose and the white caps of merriment in a sea of green dancing in her eyes.
Sally-Ann slowly danced around me as if I were a living and breathing prop as found on a nightclub stage; touching me suggestively, rubbing intimately close against me.
I could smell her earthy and musky womanâs scent…her arousal mixed scrumptiously with her perfume.
As she danced, my Kitten stopped often to put her arms around my neck to kiss my lips, smiling as she continued to mess up my hair; followed by removing from me an item of clothing, first my shirt.
Wow! I loved the attention and I let her undress me until I was completely naked by her hands and able to feel her warm creamy skin rub up against mine; her full luscious breasts and hard nipples caressing my skin as Sally-Ann pressed them against me…..how much can a man take?
My sexy Kitten was driving crazy with desire for her and
Sally-Ann knew it…..I struggle with the words to describe her wild abandon as she rubbed up against in sexy dance of passion, such was my enchantment.
Moving in and out, tossing her head, her long hair that was whipping and flowing about her sensuous dancing voluptuous body.
Sally-Ann danced with her heart and soul….another aspect of the feminine essence of a mother earth goddess……
I donât know what came over me; I can barely put my feelings in to words when I danced for my Rain Man….it just felt so right, so natural…so ethereal.
I let the passion from the core of my being, my heart and soul flow through me to inspire my dance needing no music to keep rhythm too….Thomas is my rhythm.
As I danced for him I couldnât get that thought out of my mind, âThomas is my rhythm. It was strong feeling, a lasting impression; a defining premonition.
The shows I put to music on stage as an erotic dancer in various costumes or degrees of undress were well practiced and choreographed.
Thomas is my music, my rhythm…. inspiration… my passion.
I didnât think. I didnât plan this, I just did letting the silent music of new found love wash over me; I let it happen knowing instinctually the dance was an aspect of my very essence as it took me over.
Is this falling in love, or is this merely infatuation? This is definitely falling in love and I will cherish every second we are together.
This has to be love; there is other explanation. If you had asked me about love at first sight a few short days before we met, I would have dismissed it as puppy love, wishful thinking; foolishness and not given it another thought.
I never wanted children, but I wanted them with this man if they were to come along.
Iâm another person with Thomas; I have never felt as purely feminine; so much like a woman; I wanted my Rain Man to take me like a woman as I pushed the limits of his patience….I wasnât disappointed how my somewhat domesticated but hardly tame and soon to be lover reacted.
âYou may sleep on the couch,â I said trying to keep my voice level and convincing as I finished my dance, now horny as hell as I turned to walk away, thinking, âIf this doesnât tip his patience nothing will.â I was stopped by my long hair.
I didnât know my soft spoken and mostly laid back Thomas can move this fast, or as quietly.
âNo, I wonât be sleeping on the couch and neither will you,â Thomas replied softly yet forcefully, making me tingle all over as I turned to face him, Thomas twisted my hair again in a ponytail in his warm callused hand until it was snug against the back of my head.
âBe nice and take it like a woman, Sally-Ann, for Iâm going to take it like a man. There is a limit to my patience, Kitten,â Thomas said, letting going of my hair before putting his strong arms around my waist to crush me to him roughly in warning, âDo you understand?â
âYes Thomas,â I answered gladly while wrapping my arms around his neck, âanything you say, would you like your reward now. I want to lick and suck your cock, and then you can do me.â
âNow youâre being reasonable, Kitten,â He kissed my lips long and deep; his hard throbbing cock pressed up against me.
Iâm putty in his hands when he holds me like this because I trust him completely. Tomorrow Thomas is taking me to the Renaissance Fair, my treat; although he doesnât know it yet.
âItâs my turn, my beautiful, Sally-Ann,â Thomas said, sliding his strong and warm, callused hands down to my ass and squeezing my bum lightly, âtonight we will find out once and for all if there is such thing as too many kisses.â
Thomas kissed his finger and touched my lips, âClose your eyes,â he said quietly, pushing my hair behind my
ears to get to my cheeks.
My Rain Man kissed my right cheek and then my left, lingering to kiss and nuzzle my neck, the my ears, while using the tip of his tongue all over, leaving a wet dot where ever it touched. He then blew softly on the spots whispering, âTo many kisses yet?â
He did the same to the other side of my face before returning to kisses my lips long and deep, our tongues entwining and caressing. Thomas kissed his way down to kiss and lick the base of my throat before returning to my mouth and lips to kiss them, whispering, âTo many kisses yet?â
Thomas walked behind me to gather my hair in his hands twisting it up on the top of my head to kiss the back of my neck and behind my ears, licking, kissing and blowing while whispering, âToo many kisses yet, Kitten?â
My lover let go of my hair to put his arms around my waist rubbing my tummy, while smelling my hair as he rubbed his face in it and sighing as he fondled my full breasts with his warm callused hands making me moan with pleasure.
Thomasâs hand slid down to my pussy stroking lightly while kissing my neck as he continued caressing my breasts with the other hand, giving me goose bumps before stepping back to put his hands on my shoulders to gently turn me to face him.
âKeep your eyes closed, Kitten;â I had to obey.
My lover took my face in his warm hands and kissed my lips long and deep, our tongues entwining as before, probing and caressing; I wanted to come so bad while Thomas had something else in mind to surprise me again.
âI know you want to come, Kitten, and so do I….put your arms around my neck and hold tight.â
Thomas picked me up, literally sweeping me off my feet, cradling me in his arms as he carried me to my bedroom to put me gently on the bed.
âIâm going to taste you first, taste your pussy and drink the sweet cream of your arousal. There is nothing I like more than the taste of a woman, and you are now my woman, Sally-Ann McCarthy, so donât deny itâŠspread your legs, Kitten.â
Thomas parted the lips of my pussy and started licking, and oh my god this was nirvana.
I touched myself, enjoying the silky smoothness of my denuded mound, one hand caressing and rubbing my mound, the other in Thomasâs thick black hair noting the contrasts. Yes this definitely this is where hair belongs, not here, hiding my glorious pussy.
I lay back closing my eyes, inviting the incursion of my loverâs tongue as he teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent cream of his womanâŠhis woman…I am Mr. Butlerâs woman, and I wonât deny it.
At first his tongue was like a warm pink hummingbird, fluttering about and fanning my desire with his wings, further rousing my imagination as he thrust it in-and- out, side-to-side. His tongue was inflaming my arousal, pushing the limits beyond my wildest dreams.
Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm was rising, his tongue became stalwart and stout, darting, feigning and pummeling my clitoris as he stroked and caressed my breasts and nipples with one of his warm callused hands.
My Rain Manâs pink tongue was a savage and remorseless; conquering and resolute in the unrelenting purpose of my pleasure releasing the rising heat from stoked flames of euphoric rapture as my volcanic orgasm erupted and overwhelmed and overtook every molecule of my being.
Thomas had me moaning and panting, squirming and thrashing; my hands were in his thick black hair as I thrust my hips upward to push my dripping wet pussy into his face for his tongue to ravish me.
He had to shift his hands to hold me from sliding off the bed such was my abandon as I surrendered to him; surrendered to the throes euphoric passion….an unrelenting burning passion; the likes I had never felt or experienced with a man until then.
Afterward, I lay back drained and limp lying diagonally across the bed with my head almost hanging over the edge of the bed with most of hair touching the floor.
And then Thomasâs tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing, as he continued licking my pussy like a Cat licking a Kitten, his Kitten.
Thomas finished with a little lick in my belly button and a kiss on my tummy before helping me sit up to fix the askew bed sheets and pick up the pillows from the floor.
Picking up a pillow and a blanket he left to go into the living room to lay down on the couch…naturally I got up to follow him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, Thomas.â
âIâm exhausted after all that licking and dancing and very annoyed with you, Sally-Ann.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâve been very rude and didnât answer my question.â
âWhat question?â
âIs there such a thing as too many kisses between us.â
âHand me your pillow please, Thomas.â
And when he sat up and gave it to me, swish-flop, I hit my Rain Man right on the top of the head with it, âHowâs that for rude, buster?â swish-flop, I hit him again this time in the face.â
âYou hit like a girl, Kitten, Give me the pillow,â he said standing and smiling, holding out his hand for it while advancing slowly as I retreated swinging the pillow in front of me.
âCome and get it and then Iâll give you my answer.â
I turned and darted into the bedroom getting on the bed and wrapped my arms around the pillow, hugging tight to my bosom.
Thomas quietly followed me in and picked up a pillow from the bed.
âYou wouldnât dare hit a girl,â I said in challenge to be answered with swish-flop, Thomas hit the raised pillow I put up to block just in case and hoping he would.
Our pillow fight began in earnest as I got off the bed swinging wildly and laughing as he blocked most of my swish-flops, hitting me occasionally but never in the face, always on my butt.
Beanie was up high on top of Grandmaâs Wardrobe, well out of the way, watching us, her tail twitching and I swear if a cat could smile, Beanie was doing it.
Thomas somehow always managed to get behind me…wow he is fast when he wants to be. He was laughing as we ran all through the house, teasing me by telling me I hit like a girl as I chased him outside and around the house and then inside again. I dare say if he were to hit me hard instead of playfully lightly, it would hurt.
Apparently Thomas is not a man afraid of spontaneous silliness or just good plain fun! What a nice time weâre going to have at the Renaissance Fair tomorrow.
I spent my teen years after sixteen with young men in their twenties to early thirties with money and fast cars who imagined themselves cool and sophisticated.
I emulated them and the older woman surrounding them to fit in.
They would have dismissed me as a silly child if I did this with them. Instead of leaving home, it is times like this that I wish I had moved in with Grandma Beanie to finish High School and then college to be with people my own age.
It ended when Thomas suddenly grabbed me around the waist and bringing me back to the bedroom to sit on the bed to down beside him.
Thomas took my hands and kissed them, first one and then the other, âYouâre incredible, baby, not to mention delicious, succulent and sweetâŠsweeter than the nectar of the most exotic of flowers….not to mention one heck of a lot of fun; a pillow fight of all things.
âAnd youâre handsome, blue eyes,â I messed up his hair, âplus youâre charming and reserved, except when youâre silly and playful. Are you always like this?
âOnly with you.â
I took Thomasâs handsome face in my hands and kissed his lips, âIt will be my pleasure to please you now, Sir.â
âWhat do you have in mind, baby?â
âLet me show you,â I pushed him down on his back and started kissing and licking him all over, starting with his face and working my way down to hard cock.
I started licking the tip of his cock, looking up and smiling; looking into his blue eyes, while moving my tongue in a circle around the circumference alternating by fluttering my tongue on the tip. Thomasâs hands were buried in my hair to keep it out of my mouth and he was moaning softly while I licked and sucked; I was getting aroused all over again when…..
âYou can finish that another time; lie down on your back and take it like a woman because I am going to take it like a man.â
My Rain Man kissed my face, behind my ears, working his way down my neck kissing to the base of my throat, returning to my ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs, âToo many kisses?â he asked.
âNever too many kisses,â I whispered, âplease, Thomas, let me suck on your cock,â he silenced me by kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. âMy god,â I was thinking, âhe is making me so horny that Iâm almost ready to orgasm again.â
Thomas started kissing and licking me all over, especially my breasts, licking and sucking, tasting and probing with his marvelous lips and tongue. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed shutâŠmy god it felt so good.
I could feel the moistness between my legs flowing anew as he worked his way down to my stomach before arriving to that final destination. I was caressing his back and shoulders with my hands, feeling the muscles moving underneath his skin.
âMm, I can smell you, Kitten. I can smell the sweet nectar of your flower that I tasted mere minutes ago.â
I was so aroused now I could hardly stand it as Thomas got on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms.
My wet pussy welcomed his cock as he entered me, slowly and carefully until his cock filled my entire uterus with his balls caressing the lips of my flower.
Thomas made love to me slowly and gently, his cadence and thrusts increasing in force as he sensed my second orgasm was rising.
My hips were gyrating as I thrust them forward to welcome his cock, slowly at first and then frantically thrashing as I moaned and squirmed moaning and talking softly ânever too many kisses…..never to many kisses.â
Thomas was timing his orgasm with mine; the only sound he made was a low growl in his throat as he pumped his rich, creamy seed deep into my pussy, our orgasms mere seconds apart.
When my Rain Man rolled off, I turned to face while he shifted to get close and cuddle.
I rubbed Thomasâs face and ran my fingers through his hair and he sighed moving closer, closing his eyes.
I adore babying him like this; what a sweet little boy he must have beenâ Donât fall asleep on me,â I warned as I continued petting him, âwe need to talk first.â
âYes maâam.â
âThe glider can wait. We need to be up and showered by ten in the morning and ready to leave. Weâre going to the Renaissance Fair………..â
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