Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... The last wonderful thing and my pleasure is I’ve met you. Do you believe in fate? I ask this as a philosophical question of life in general. I’ve pondered fate these past years. I haven’t dated in earnest for years so please excuse my clumsy attempts with this delightful endeavor. Assuming you’re 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?” As he said it I could see the lights of the tow truck approaching in the distance……. 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 driver’s side visor when I set the parking brake to get her address and real name; Sally-Ann forgot to set the parking brake too. I’d 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 won’t 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........... ‘Please allow me the honor?’ I thought, ‘who 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. I’m happy for Anita, I really am; I hardly recognized her a year after she left Zane’s 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. I’m 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. It’s not so much cocky as it is confident. I’ve seen many a cocky man get knocked on his ass; take Jose’ for example. I hope his headache lasts ...