Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... Beanie......yes, we were meant to be......Sally-Ann doesn’t know you’re here......I figured as much. Are you hungry after your trip......you are.....no, I don’t have any fresh salmon; will canned tuna do........It will, I thought so.... you are welcome. Why don’t you come inside while I pack an overnight bag and grab my shaving kit.....yes, you’re going to see a lot of me in the future......I like you to Beanie. You’re an uncommon cat with common sense....” I couldn’t sleep after my Rain Man left. I was thinking about Thomas....about us....I couldn’t get him out of my mind. He isn’t 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. I’ve filled out over the years, maturing gracefully as a result of my daily morning stretching and aerobic exercises. I’ll never again have the slim dancer’s figure of my early youth, but then why should I? I’m 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 Thomas’s 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 ...