Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... back, “perhaps you should order for the both of us, we’ll get to dessert that much sooner that way.” “What kind of dessert would you like with your hot tea?” “May I have a cup of coffee instead?” “No, you must wait until we are officially courting. What would you like for dessert?” “Need I say it.......?” We each had Zane’s first class beef brisket with salt potatoes and green beans. We shared a piece of homemade peach pie eating off the same plate as if we had been doing it forever. I went over my dinner break by 20 minutes while the girls covered, including when I walked with Mr. Butler to his Jeep. “I have every Sunday and Monday off. Are you available, tomorrow, Mr. Butler?”I offered him my hand like they do in the old time movies; would he do it? Is my Rain Man the Romantic I think he is? “Isn’t this a nice coincidence, I decided on the way here that Sunday and Monday shall be my new days off; what do you have in mind, Miss McCarthy?” He took my hand and kissed it, making me tingle all over at this marvelous discovery. “Can you weld, Mr. Butler?” “If it can be welded, I can weld it.” “This is strictly a business proposition mind you. I have my Grandmother’s metal glider on my front porch that doesn’t glide. I can never bring myself to get rid of it. I made new seat cushions for it last fall. One corner is pretty much held together with bailing wire and large c-clamps; they don’t build things like this glider these days and as I said I can’t bring myself to part with it. ...

... I adore sitting on my front porch when the weather permits it. Can you look at it tomorrow and give me an estimate?” “Well strictly as a business proposition, Miss McCarthy, I will have it working almost as good as new for a flat fee of a home cooked meal followed by a kiss, right here,” He kissed his finger and then touched my lips, “How does that sound?” “Why a single kiss, Mr. Butler?” “A single kiss will save time, Miss McCarthy.” “How will that save time, Mr. Butler?” “If you like my kisses you may decide to let me court you immediately, staring Monday. If you don’t like my kisses, it will allow me two weeks to practice up on my kissing skills on the back of my hand. You must agree by now that fate brought us together.” “I’ll hold myself open to that possibility; however, I’m curious, when did you go from a single kiss to kisses?” “Did I say kisses; it must have been a Freudian slip brought on by wishful thinking.” “How many kisses?” “Is there such a thing as too many kisses?” “Perhaps you’ll find out tomorrow.....” I watched from my bedroom window as my Rain Man drove into my driveway Sunday morning pulling a utility trailer with his tools and a portable welder behind his Jeep. I was surprised to see that Thomas was not dressed all in black, surprised and curious. Instead he was wearing tan chinos that appeared to be new with a white & blue striped oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had worn and scuffed brown penny loafers on his feet. Beanie my nine year tabby ...