Kate & Jim Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Kate & Jim Chapter 2

... to the waitress’ and then served to the customers. Kate also noticed that the patrons, most of them working class men, or men with their wives and girlfriend tended to sit in groups at tables next to each other, like little countries, and everybody seemed to know everybody else. Some of the tables with three or more men had their own coffee pot to save the waitress’ from running back and forth to fill their cups. Kate assumed they were the regulars or as Jim called them, "the hangers out." They watched Kate walk to sit in the far corner booth away from all of them. Most of them went back to mind their own business and conversations except for one table with six men middle aged or older men and one very handsome man in particular. He was studying Kate most intently, while making comments to his buddies and they seemed to be encouraging him. Smiling, he walked over to Kate’s booth. Amused, Kate watched him walk over to where she was sitting. There was a certain cockiness and confidence in his step and he struck her as a man who could handle himself in a fight. Kate estimated him to be in his late thirties to early forties. The man reminded Kate of “Elvis” but taller with a muscular build including the full head of thick black hair slicked back away from his face. Kate could see the man's nose had been broken at one time which gave his face character. Kate took him all in with her green eyes; a black silk shirt open at the throat but no heavy gold chains, and in her mind this ...

... was a point in his favor. He was wearing a sterling silver ring with a large turquoise stone of Navajo design on his right hand, the only jewelry she could see, and Kate approved, thinking, ‘very masculine.’ Actually, Kate approved with almost everything about him, including that he was dressed all in black. The man was very handsome in a rugged kind of way that some women like. As he sat down across from her, uninvited, and introduced himself, ‘There is one thing wrong with him; he is not Jim Brady,’ Kate was thinking, but curious what he might have to say. “Good evening, little lady. Welcome to Mama Nancy’s. I see that you are alone. May I be so bold to ask what brings you here?” “You may, do you eat here often?” Kate asked, “This is my first time here.” “Yes, you might say I’m a regular, but my manners, Tom Butler,” he said holding out his large, but not as large as Jim’s hand for her to shake, and Kate took it, “Katherine Ryan,” Kate replied shaking it, while thinking, ‘Warm, and callused, but no tingle or star dust like when Jim touches me. I wonder if he knows Jim.’ “Well this is a good, sign Katherine. You haven’t asked me to leave. Do you mind if I sit with you and talk while you have dinner. I am curious by the way you are dressed.” “Well, Tom, that depends on how you answer my next question.” “Ask, away, Katherine.” “Do you know Jim Brady?” “Yes, I have dealt with him in the past,” Tom answered cautiously. As Jim came through the door smiling, Kate watched him stop to ...