Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... Doris dubbed him my Rain Man. True to his word, Mr. Butler personally delivered my car to Zane’s. Things couldn’t have worked out better because he walked through the door just before I started my meal break in the back room. Doris came to get me and was all smiles, “Sally-Ann, your Rain Man is here. Ask him for me if there are any more hunks like him at home.” I found my new mechanic standing by the cash register talking to Zane. I can tell Zane liked him just in the relaxed manner he was standing, that and they were talking about fishing; Zane is an ardent fisherman. Zane is very protective about his employees, especially the women. That and the fact that Tom’s dinner this day was on the house, compliment of Zane. Zane nodded his head and winked at me as he passed us going into the kitchen. We really are like a big family; this is main reason I work here, and the picnic/pig roast Zane hosts for us every September at Godfrey’s Pond is an event not to be missed; the restaurant is closed for the weekend. When he saw me Mr. Butler excused himself and walked over to meet me half-way. “Here are the keys, Miss McCarthy,” as we exchanged keys, “Your car is fixed, you have the proper jack, a new radiator, a new tire and there will be no charge. May I see a menu please?” “How did you manage that, Mr. Butler?” I asked as I handed him a menu, “Is the corner booth near the kitchen to your liking?” “Yes, the corner booth will be fine, and to answer the other question; your car dealer ...

... paid for the parts, my labor and provided the proper jack after a little arm twisting. I’m an AAA approved and Certified Garage and it won’t void your new car warranty to have it serviced with me.” “Thank you! I’m delighted having you as my mechanic,” and I took his arm in mine and escorted him to his booth. I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for the roses, Rain Man” before I sat across from him. “You’re very welcome and I must say, I like the personal service here Miss McCarthy. Do you provide this personal service for all your customers?” “I’m on my break, Rain Man, and you’re my first exception.” “Rain Man, you called me that twice today. May I enquire why?” Yes, that is what Doris dubbed you when I explained how we met.” “Well, your Rain Man approves that line of thinking. May I pay you a compliment, Miss McCarthy?” “You may.” “I appreciate a take charge woman, particularly one in uniform. You are a beautiful woman, Sally-Ann, buxom and voluptuous in all the right places; you fill it out well.” “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Butler?” “I’m merely stating fact.” “You’re also flirting.” “Yes, but the facts remain before me; how am I doing?” “You’re doing fine.” “Besides you, what looks good, I’ve never eaten here before?” “That depends; do you like hot and spicy.” “Stop teasing me. You said I have to wait at least two weeks for that.” “I was referring to the menu and you know it,” I squeezed his hand. “And you’re flirting by omission,” he replied, squeezing ...