Kate & Jim Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Kate & Jim Chapter 2

... that like the blond wig thing?" "Perhaps, sweetheart," Kate said, rubbing his head. "Ladies, choice, Katherine," Tom offered "name your poison." "Nine ball is fine with me," and this peaked Tom's interest even though he didn't start taking Kate seriously until they were halfway through the first game, which Kate won. "The best two out of three?" Tom asked which turned into three out of five. When they were tied two and two, Kate offered, "This is your night boys. Have yourselves a good time." And they did, they partnered off, Jim with Kate, Tom with Patrick and played eight ball until closing time.... It was raining when they said their final goodbyes, but a cold wind soon picked up until the rain was coming down in wind driven buckets. Tom was happy for his friend, but a little sad and melancholy as he drove home. The first woman he tried to make time with since his wife died, and Kate was spoken for. Tom came over the top of the hill on his road and then down the rise. He saw a green Chevrolet Cobalt Sedan at the bottom parked along the side of the road on the mud covered gravel median with no emergency flashers on. He slowed down and saw the figure of a woman trying to change a tire and doing it unsafely; you never try to loosen the lug nuts with the tire jacked up off the ground. Twenty-seven years with his father in the tire business, Tom knew how to safely change a tire. He turned around and drove his Jeep Wrangler 4 X 4 behind the car to shine his headlights on it, ...

... turning on his off road spotlights for more illumination and then his emergency flashers before he got out. "Pardon me Ma'am, do you need any help?" Tom could see her clothes were wet. It was dark on this deserted country road, with only two houses on it and the woman was soaked to the skin and cold. She could smell alcohol on Tom's breath. "I'm fine, but thank you for stopping, Sir. I'm almost done," she lied. "I have," Tom started to say but instead grabbed her just in the nick of time as the jack, the wrong type for this model car slipped from underneath. They ended up in the grass with her on top of him. Tom let go of her and she scrambled to her feet. He got up more slowly after taking the brunt of the fall, the woman backing away from him, cautiously. The hood on the woman's light cotton jacket had fallen back because of the fall and Tom could see that she had red hair just like Kate...was this an omen? "I was going to tell you it is the wrong jack for your car. Even if it were the right one you should have a board underneath it being it is raining and the ground soaked." "Have you been drinking?" "I live just up the road, and yes I was celebrating." "The battery on my cell phone is dead. May I use yours to call my Auto Club?" "You are welcome." "Excuse me?" "I said you are welcome from keeping you from being hurt." Tom held out his hand, "Tom Butler. It is good you are cautious, but I'm not that kind of man." "Thank you, Mr. Butler." "Do you have a name?" Tom asked. "My ...