Rachel Sins Part 1 - Sex Stories

Rachel Sins Part 1

... Since she never went out to parties her closet was filled with work clothes. Business suits with pants or skirts, rows of blouses and shirts. She took out a few items but put them back again. After another two glasses of wine, she was tipsy but had found what to wear. It was a grey skirt that ended a few inches above her knees and a white blouse. Not too provoking but not too boring either. Some makeup and heels and she would look just fine for dinner with her neighbor.

Tom opened the door and smiled at Rachel who stood outside holding out her hand which was holding a bottle of red wine. “I’m not an alcoholic, but there is something about wine I just can’t refuse,” she said and smiled at him.

“Thanks, and welcome to my simple dwelling.”

Since she only had to walk down the stairs Rachel didn’t wear a coat or carry a purse. She walked into the living room which had large paintings on the walls. They were of Western motives, cowboys, cows, indigenous people in beautiful headdresses sitting on horses looking at the horizon.

“I grew up in Montana and lived all my life there.” He said in defense of the paintings.

“I love them. I bet it’s amazing to ride across the prairie under the blue sky.”

Tom sighed. “I miss it so much.”

She turned to him. “What made you come here?”

“Sit down, I’ll get us drinks and then tell you.”

He was back in a moment with two whiskey tumblers, no ice.”

Rachel sipped on the dark golden drink and when it burned itself down ...

... her throat she whinced. “That is strong.”

Tom smiled. “It is, and that’s why you only get one before dinner. I divorced less than a year ago and was offered a consulting job here in the city. I needed a change and to get away from the ex and the memories we shared. My two sons are still there but they are adults working on the ranch we had together.”

“Had?”

“It was her family's money that bought it so I thought she should have it in the divorce.”

“you are such a nice guy.”

He smiled and finished his drink. “I’ll check on dinner. If you want to you can go and sit down.”

The apartment was like Rachels, only that Tom had turned the second bedroom into a dining room for six people. The walls had similar paintings to the living room but smaller. The window showed the little park below where a few kids kicked a ball around. Rachel sat down and sipped on her drink. She could already feel it hitting her brain and she smiled and relaxed a bit more.

Tom had never been on a date where the woman had arrived looking like a secretary. The few women he had dated after the divorce, dressed up and showed cleavage and a lot of legs. Rachel was the complete opposite. He pulled out the steak from the oven and began to cut slices and place them on their plates. He added roasted potatoes and a green salad without dressing.

“Mm that smells amazing,” she said when he placed the plate in front of her. He then uncorked the bottle she had bought, poured two glasses, and sat ...