It startled the hell out of me and I jumped, then I heard a female giggle. When I turned I saw that she was a repeat customer but I couldn't remember her name. I have a lot of repeat customers. She bought collectable minerals for her brother and I've met him, Dave, he's a nice guy.
Why could I remember his? She's sexy as hell, not him.
She's tall, five-ten or more, short blonde hair, nice small to breasts with nice nipples I could see them when she wore a t-shirt without a bra. A really cute butt and all attached to a very well put together forty year old frame. I had wondered what it would be like to realign that frame, then just lay next to her and stroke her from head to foot until she relaxed.
It's the first of February, a Saturday night and raining like hell. My store's in Sonoma County, California and at that time of year it gets very damp. About forty inches of rain a year and twenty of them in January and February.
I had just closed my store and was going to get my car and head home. My wife had been gone for three years and all I had there was a cold and lonely bed so it's not a Home any more, just a box I sleep in. It feels like a cell most of the time. Or a coffin.
"Closed. Oh well he can get it late. It's his birthday next week. When will you be back in?" she asked.
I decided I didn't want her to go, she's sexy and I was feeling sorry for myself, lonely. I said, "What did you need? I'll get it for you right now and you don't have to wait.", as I unlocked and turned off the alarm.
I like talking to her. She's bright, laughs easily, at anything, and looks me straight in the eye when we talk. I really like that in people. That night she was wearing a jacket over a burgundy-red dress that swirled as her hips moved.
The material slipped around her, moving like one of those shifting energy fields you see in science fiction movies, a soft, shimmery film that reflected the light. She was lovely, lit just by street lights. Soft, everything muted with few sharp shadows, quite alluring and I wondered how she got there without getting soaked.
She knew what she wanted and just brought it to the register. I didn't even have to turn the lights on.
She picked a beautiful specimen of Azurite and Malachite priced at $325.00. I decided to give her thirty percent off and when I rang it up I remembered her name, Dianne, The Greek goddess of the hunt and I wondered if she was hunting that night. I would like to be hunted by her.
"I think Dave will love that. It's a beautiful piece and in perfect condition," she said.
I deal in minerals, jewelry and Grateful Dead memorabilia and I knew she had looked at that one before, while I was looking at her.
When she realized I gave her the discount she smiled and came around the counter to give me a big hug and a kiss. She pressed her breasts into me and I liked how that felt. She took her time with that hug, gripping me and I wasn't objecting. It felt like she wriggled a little too.
She divorced her asshole husband about a year prior. I met him once and can certify, in court, that he is an asshole. She was living with her brother. Actually it's her house from her parents but he was staying there indefinitely.
I've known her for four years and we do talk. She's forty with kids. I've met them, two girls twenty-two and twenty and in college. Both beautiful, like mom, and nice kids. They come in periodically and we talk.
Mostly about rocks but they talk about personal stuff some times. The twenty-two year old once asked me what a guys thoughts were when a woman was menstruating. That was a shocker and my answer was that it bothered some but some it didn't. Then she asked if it bothered me and I told her that wasn't appropriate. She laughed and we are still friends.
Dianne is very sexy and I've thought about her before but I never fuck around with customers.
But she wasn't letting go! She kept on hugging and I started getting hard.
'Aww, shit!' were my thoughts, I would have to push her away or poke her in the stomach with my cock. The problem was that then she wouldn't be poking me in the chest with her boobs any more and I didn't like that idea.
She leaned back and said, "Would you like to have a cup of cheer? I'm sick of being alone and I like you. Besides, I'm in the giving mood." and I wondered what that meant. I'm always up for a good looking woman to buy me a drink but that hasn't happened in a while and I was lonely. I would pay but she had asked, my favorite thing.
It felt like she pressed a little harder into me, touching my cock with her front, before she backed away too, but that may have been what I wanted to feel. Hell, I wanted to feel us slam together, again and again.
I grinned from ear to ear and said, "Yeah, I really like that thought. Where'll we go? How about John Ash, it's quiet and we can have dinner too, I'll buy." I locked back up as we talked.
"My living room. Let's take your car." she said, and smiled. Her smile was like a bright light and I decided to follow it, like a moth. She took my hand briefly, squeezed it then let go. That simple gesture made me feel great.
Things got brighter and I could see more clearly. I don't know, maybe I had just started caring a little. I haven't really cared about what happened to me for a while now, three years. We took our time and walked the three blocks to Safeway where I parked.
We didn't talk, just strolled, in the rain, and she would glance at me and smile and things got even brighter. About half-way there she took my left hand in her right. When I glanced at her she just grinned at me and kept walking, rain dripping out of our hair and down across our faces.
She was beautiful and I could feel a pull, deep inside me, clutching at my insides and squeezing them. That startled me. I had not felt that for a while and it felt good but it also scared me a little. What was I setting myself up for? A lot of sorrow if I wasn't careful.
All of her make-up was melting. Her mascara, eye-liner, everything. I looked at her and stopped, turning toward her. She stopped and faced me, just looking with the rain pouring on us. Her mascara and eye-liner were running down her face in streaks and I reached my right hand up, wiping her face gently with my fingers, washing away the makeup.
She stood and let me wash it all away. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, smiling up at the universe as I washed her eyes and face, brushing her lips and wringing her hair gently as I ran my fingers through it rinsing as much out as possible. When I brushed her lips she kissed the tips softly.
I leaned forward, gently kissing her chin and her eyes opened, looking at me. She didn't say anything but took my hand and put her arm through mine. We walked the rest of the way to my car like that, in silence, arms linked, holding hands and smiling at each other like a couple of idiots, in the pouring rain. She had intertwined our fingers too and I liked that a lot.
I opened the door for her and handed her in. I got to see a lot of leg as she got in. I'm not sure if she did it deliberately or not (I'll have to ask some day) but that dress opened when she swung her left leg in and she was wearing black panties pulled tight into her.
I stood there, ogling her crotch and seeing a small crease, a camel-toe. She finally took my hand and gave it a squeeze and a little kiss before letting it go. I got very hard right then, tenting my kilt and I turned away to get in. I could see her grinning at me when I did. "Idiot!", I thought, "What a fucking teenager."
I drive a Highlander and it sits high so when I get in I pretty much a step up. All that water on my upholstery bothered me for about ten milli-seconds as I got belted in. When I started it she moved over, caught my arm with her left hand, put her head on my shoulder and her right hand on my leg. This is not an easy task with the console and soaking wet, but she did it very well.
She said, "No, I'm not going to use the seatbelt, I want to be next to you. I wish this fucking console wasn't here." It never pays to argue with women because you only ever have two choices; you can be happy or you can be right. Just accept the "I'm a guy, you're a girl, therefore I'm wrong" rule on how to be happy and drop the subject.
I put it in gear and started out. I don't drive fast. I raced sports cars but now I worry more about the condition of my ass than any glory so I kept it a couple miles under the limit.
As we drove along her left hand gripped my upper arm but her right moved down and lifted the edge of my kilt, creeping under to about mid-thigh, my skin was cold and her hand felt warm. I was quite hard but her hand never reached my cock, it didn't need to.
She was kneading my thigh and arm with her fingers. Tightening and releasing, left then right, over and over, releasing with one as she tightened with the other, all the way there. I was close to having an orgasm from that but I stopped myself. I wanted her . I've known her for four years now and she was always friendly but never indicated any of this.
Why now?
Why me?
While she did that she gave me very clear directions to a big house about a mile out of town and I parked next to the walkway. She waited until I got out and opened her door. I liked that. I like doing that for women and did it for Paige for forty-four years. I took her hand to help her out and she grinned at me as she stood. In the rain again.
"That's why your here. I've known you over four years and you've never been anything but kind, and a gentleman. You're not like any guy I've ever known, tonight is all about that."
She kissed me lightly then took my hand and led me up a couple of brick steps and along the brick walk into her house. Skipping and laughing as she did. Pulling me into her happiness and I was ravenous for that.
All this in a monsoon rain, a cold monsoon rain. But, you know what? I didn't care one whit. I don't think I even knew it was raining half the time. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Hell, my eyes were the only thing I didn't want to take off her.
We were soaked. Dripping big puddles on the tile entry. She turned the thermostat high as we kicked off our shoes and took off our coats. She laughed and made jokes about the two drowned rats, then she pulled me into the laundry room and said, "Strip, I want to wash and dry all this before it mildews.
I turned and hung our coats on a rack still dripping water like a faucet. I was so startled by the quickness of all this I just stood there. This was happening fast. I heard the furnace fan come on and when I turned back she was trying to unzip her dress.
She struggled for a moment then turned her back to me and said, "Fix that please." She pulled her hair out of the way and I fumbled with it, finally getting it un-stuck and pulled down to her ass. She wiggled her butt under my hand then started pushing the dress off her top.
The dress was stuck to her like a wet sheet and I reached out and pulled on it, pushing it toward her front and off her shoulders so she could get it. She tugged and finally got it down her arms and wiggled her beautiful butt clear, stepping out and tossing the dress in the machine.
She unhooked my belt and unsnapped my UtiliKilt, dropping it to the floor then pushing my boxer/briefs down too. When she did that my mostly soft cock popped out and waved in her face. She turned her head and kissed the head and I jumped.
She laughed, standing up and stood there in black hip-hugger panties - My personal favorite - and a black Shelf-bra that held her boobs up and presented her nipples for sucking. I leaned forward and gently sucked her right one into my mouth.
The nipple felt cool when my mouth touched it and she gasped, shivering hard. It finally occurred to me that she must be freezing, then I felt it. All of a sudden I was plunged into ice water. Holy Shit! I was cold and started shivering like crazy, what must she feel like?
When I started she did too and her breasts quivered nicely before she wrapped her arms around herself. She started to giggle looking at my crotch. I looked down and my cock was waving around like a limp sock.
I grabbed several towels from a stack over the dryer. They were long, thick bath blankets and I wrapped one around her while she kept giggling and laughing. The room was already warmer but we were both still shivering like crazy.
I popped the front clasp on her bra and she shook it off while I threw a towel over my shoulders and gathered her in my arms, wrapping us both up.
She snuggled against me, laying her cheek on my chest and I could feel her smiling. She squirmed and rubbed me with her breasts then turned her back to me and took my hands, pulled them under her towel and put them on her breasts. "They're cold, warm them up please."
I was amazed at how they felt. Warm, firm, but oh so soft too. A little sag, she was forty, but the nipples felt like pebbles rolling under my palms. I hadn't had my hands on breasts since Paige stopped liking it six years ago. Hers had been larger than Dianne's, a lot larger, but I've never cared about that. "Bumps to Buckets.", was my smart-ass comment. They could get to big though.
We stood and fondled each other. She had reached back and pulled the towel up, taking my cock and balls in her hands and playing with them. They started to warm and as they did my cock hardened again. All while trying to get us both dry.
My hands were all over her breasts then ran down across her stomach. She had kids and it had a slight bulge that I liked. I grabbed a handful and pulled at her until she jumped then slid it under her panties, into her crotch. Pinching nipples with the other and pressing my fingers against her outer lips.
She liked that and pushed against my hand, rocking her hips, rubbing herself against it and dragging my cock head along her ass crack as she squeezed her ass muscles like she wanted to grip it. Things got even brighter and I hoped she was telling me something, like she was into anal play too. She had very little hair and I wanted to see her.
She finally pushed my hand away from her pussy and reached under, putting the top of my shaft tight against her panty-covered outer lips and squeezed her thighs closed. We had dried each other as we fondled and there wasn't a lot of moisture so our skin stuck. I Tried thrusting and loved how it felt but couldn't move myself.
She finally let go and turned her front to me, putting her hands up, cradling my head and pulled me down to suck her nipples, urging me to do different things. She pulled me back so I had to stretch my tongue and flick at her nipples as she moved me from breast to breast.
Then she pulled me in until my mouth opened wide and I inhaled as much of her breast as I could. Licking hard with the flat of my tongue. She drug my open mouth around, then between her breasts, across to the other, then back.
She was moaning and making susurrating sounds, gentle whispers and sighs. Then she would moan again. When I cupped her pussy with my right hand, stroking her with my fingers, she jumped, then settled onto it and groaned.
She pulled my head up until I faced her and whispered, "Go slow. No one but Peter has touched me there in three years."
That gave me a jolt and it must have shown because she threw her head back and laughed saying, "Peter is my vibrator. No man has touched me since my divorce."
All I could do was stand there and look at her. What an incredible thing to hear. She wanted ome after doing without for three years. Why me? Why now? I decided to enjoy and just accept whatever she offered.
She waited for me, just looking at me, and I finally said, "Thank you Dianne, I don't know what to say. I'm flattered beyond belief. I haven't felt wanted for years, and now you? Why? What made you pick me?"
She put her arms around me and hugged. She rotated her shoulders, dragging her breasts across my chest, kissing me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I dropped the wet towels and got dry ones, then wrapped us tighter in them as she cupped my balls in her right hand, took my cock in her left and told me a few things.
"Because you are the most gentle man I've ever known. You're kind to everyone, even the crazies and recalcitrant butt-heads we have around. And the way the kids adore you, my two love you. You talk to them like they're people and half the mothers in town are madly in love with you wondering why they never found one like you."
All while softly fondling my balls and cock. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring at her eyes. I couldn't even tell if I was drooling. I was flabbergasted, stunned Into silence. That worried me a little. I wanted people to like me but this felt wrong. I was being held up as an example and some pissed off husband would shoot me.
"Because everyone in this town that's met you likes you. Your easy manner with everyone and the obvious care you show. Your love of sharing knowledge and even the couple of ass-holes that say they don't like you listen when you talk."
Don't like me? Who the fuck was that? Then I settled down, let go and it floated away. I didn't care. I'm just me and like Barnum said, "You can't fool all the people all the time."
And she kept fondling and stroking me. Gripping me and fucking me with her hands.
She got a little excited, pulled away a little and danced. When she did her breasts moved and I looked down at them, watching. She stepped back, the room was quite warm now, then leaned forward, twisting her shoulders side to side and they swayed with my eyes following them.
