Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... that Thomas Butler is a keeper and might possibly be the ONE.......... I must say that Thomas wasn’t bragging when he stated that he can weld anything. My Dad was a welder so I know good work when I see it. Thomas’s welds are very neat and precise. I didn’t 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 couldn’t just stand there gawking at him though. “I do have a shower you know.” “Is that an invitation, Sally-Ann? I didn’t realize you wanted to move this fast.” 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. “I have to finish our dinner. You may use the shower though.” “Darn and oh well. You can’t say I didn’t try,” he said pushing his thick black hair away from his face. “Can we compromise, Rain Man? I don’t want to get my hair wet,” I kissed my finger and put it on his lips, “How about a nice shampoo? It’s 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.” “Yes ma’am, where’s the bathroom.........?” 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 “demure-boldness” doesn’t jive in the same sentence; however that’s how I see Sally-Ann. It says “this is who I am” and it comes as natural to her as breathing....perhaps a kind of a ...