Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... I’ll take you home and leave immediately.” “You’ve been drinking.” ‘Yes I’ve been drinking and you’re not married. Can we compromise? Take me home and then you leave immediately.” “What makes you think I’m not married?” “Call 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 you’re 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.” “What if I am married but don’t choose to wear one?” “I’ll bet you a dozen roses that you’re not married.” “I seldom drink and I don’t wager.” “I see; both laudable avoidances if one is so inclined. Perhaps we can have coffee sometime? Surely you can’t object to coffee. I imagine you know more about coffee than most people given your occupation.” Although wet, I was warm now and enjoying the friendly banter with this charming man, thinking, ‘Mr. Butler is ruggedly handsome with a polite soft spoken way about him with a rich, deep voice, plus it’s obvious he’s a true gentleman.’ “How does my occupation make me an expert on coffee?” “You 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 don’t 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.” I forgot about my uniforms and nametags; I did need a vehicle for work tomorrow morning….why not, so far he has deduced correctly. “Touché, Mr. Butler, it’s my turn. You obviously aren’t 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.” “Ah, but my wife might be out of town.” “Not 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?” He held it out and I held it rubbing the spot on his third finger. “However you wore one for a long time as indicated by the faded mark on your finger. I’ve come to the conclusion you’re not a crazed predator.” “Apparently I’ve met my match, Mrs. McCarthy,” He said smiling, “It’s been three years and old habits die hard although the love and memories remain. Earlier today this widower decided it’s time to move on. As a result of this decision three wonderful things have happened to me today. ...