Sally-Ann’s Rain Man

Sally-Ann slowly danced around me as if I were a living and breathing prop as found on a nightclub stage; touching me suggestively, rubbing intimately close against me.

I could smell her earthy and musky woman's scent...her arousal mixed scrumptiously with her perfume.

As she danced, my Kitten stopped often to put her arms around my neck to kiss my lips, smiling as she continued to mess up my hair; followed by removing from me an item of clothing, first my shirt.


Wow! I loved the attention and I let her undress me until I was completely naked by her hands and able to feel her warm creamy skin rub up against mine; her full luscious breasts and hard nipples caressing my skin as Sally-Ann pressed them against me.....how much can a man take?

My sexy Kitten was driving crazy with desire for her and
Sally-Ann knew it.....I struggle with the words to describe her wild abandon as she rubbed up against in sexy dance of passion, such was my enchantment.

Moving in and out, tossing her head, her long hair that was whipping and flowing about her sensuous dancing voluptuous body.

Sally-Ann danced with her heart and soul....another aspect of the feminine essence of a mother earth goddess......


I don't know what came over me; I can barely put my feelings in to words when I danced for my Rain Man....it just felt so right, so natural...so ethereal.

I let the passion from the core of my being, my heart and soul flow through me to inspire my dance needing no music to keep rhythm too....Thomas is my rhythm.

As I danced for him I couldn't get that thought out of my mind, "Thomas is my rhythm. It was strong feeling, a lasting impression; a defining premonition.


The shows I put to music on stage as an erotic dancer in various costumes or degrees of undress were well practiced and choreographed.

Thomas is my music, my rhythm.... inspiration... my passion.

I didn't think. I didn't plan this, I just did letting the silent music of new found love wash over me; I let it happen knowing instinctually the dance was an aspect of my very essence as it took me over.

Is this falling in love, or is this merely infatuation? This is definitely falling in love and I will cherish every second we are together.

This has to be love; there is other explanation. If you had asked me about love at first sight a few short days before we met, I would have dismissed it as puppy love, wishful thinking; foolishness and not given it another thought.

I never wanted children, but I wanted them with this man if they were to come along.

I'm another person with Thomas; I have never felt as purely feminine; so much like a woman; I wanted my Rain Man to take me like a woman as I pushed the limits of his patience....I wasn't disappointed how my somewhat domesticated but hardly tame and soon to be lover reacted.


"You may sleep on the couch," I said trying to keep my voice level and convincing as I finished my dance, now horny as hell as I turned to walk away, thinking, 'If this doesn't tip his patience nothing will.' I was stopped by my long hair.

I didn't know my soft spoken and mostly laid back Thomas can move this fast, or as quietly.


"No, I won't be sleeping on the couch and neither will you," Thomas replied softly yet forcefully, making me tingle all over as I turned to face him, Thomas twisted my hair again in a ponytail in his warm callused hand until it was snug against the back of my head.


"Be nice and take it like a woman, Sally-Ann, for I'm going to take it like a man. There is a limit to my patience, Kitten," Thomas said, letting going of my hair before putting his strong arms around my waist to crush me to him roughly in warning, "Do you understand?"

"Yes Thomas," I answered gladly while wrapping my arms around his neck, "anything you say, would you like your reward now. I want to lick and suck your cock, and then you can do me."

"Now you're being reasonable, Kitten," He kissed my lips long and deep; his hard throbbing cock pressed up against me.

I'm putty in his hands when he holds me like this because I trust him completely. Tomorrow Thomas is taking me to the Renaissance Fair, my treat; although he doesn't know it yet.

"It's my turn, my beautiful, Sally-Ann," Thomas said, sliding his strong and warm, callused hands down to my ass and squeezing my bum lightly, "tonight we will find out once and for all if there is such thing as too many kisses."

Thomas kissed his finger and touched my lips, "Close your eyes," he said quietly, pushing my hair behind my
ears to get to my cheeks.

My Rain Man kissed my right cheek and then my left, lingering to kiss and nuzzle my neck, the my ears, while using the tip of his tongue all over, leaving a wet dot where ever it touched. He then blew softly on the spots whispering, "To many kisses yet?"

He did the same to the other side of my face before returning to kisses my lips long and deep, our tongues entwining and caressing. Thomas kissed his way down to kiss and lick the base of my throat before returning to my mouth and lips to kiss them, whispering, "To many kisses yet?"

Thomas walked behind me to gather my hair in his hands twisting it up on the top of my head to kiss the back of my neck and behind my ears, licking, kissing and blowing while whispering, "Too many kisses yet, Kitten?"

My lover let go of my hair to put his arms around my waist rubbing my tummy, while smelling my hair as he rubbed his face in it and sighing as he fondled my full breasts with his warm callused hands making me moan with pleasure.

Thomas's hand slid down to my pussy stroking lightly while kissing my neck as he continued caressing my breasts with the other hand, giving me goose bumps before stepping back to put his hands on my shoulders to gently turn me to face him.

"Keep your eyes closed, Kitten;" I had to obey.

My lover took my face in his warm hands and kissed my lips long and deep, our tongues entwining as before, probing and caressing; I wanted to come so bad while Thomas had something else in mind to surprise me again.

"I know you want to come, Kitten, and so do I....put your arms around my neck and hold tight."

Thomas picked me up, literally sweeping me off my feet, cradling me in his arms as he carried me to my bedroom to put me gently on the bed.


"I'm going to taste you first, taste your pussy and drink the sweet cream of your arousal. There is nothing I like more than the taste of a woman, and you are now my woman, Sally-Ann McCarthy, so don't deny it...spread your legs, Kitten."

Thomas parted the lips of my pussy and started licking, and oh my god this was nirvana.

I touched myself, enjoying the silky smoothness of my denuded mound, one hand caressing and rubbing my mound, the other in Thomas's thick black hair noting the contrasts. Yes this definitely this is where hair belongs, not here, hiding my glorious pussy.

I lay back closing my eyes, inviting the incursion of my lover's tongue as he teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent cream of his woman...his woman...I am Mr. Butler's woman, and I won't deny it.

At first his tongue was like a warm pink hummingbird, fluttering about and fanning my desire with his wings, further rousing my imagination as he thrust it in-and- out, side-to-side. His tongue was inflaming my arousal, pushing the limits beyond my wildest dreams.

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm was rising, his tongue became stalwart and stout, darting, feigning and pummeling my clitoris as he stroked and caressed my breasts and nipples with one of his warm callused hands.

My Rain Man's pink tongue was a savage and remorseless; conquering and resolute in the unrelenting purpose of my pleasure releasing the rising heat from stoked flames of euphoric rapture as my volcanic orgasm erupted and overwhelmed and overtook every molecule of my being.

Thomas had me moaning and panting, squirming and thrashing; my hands were in his thick black hair as I thrust my hips upward to push my dripping wet pussy into his face for his tongue to ravish me.

He had to shift his hands to hold me from sliding off the bed such was my abandon as I surrendered to him; surrendered to the throes euphoric passion....an unrelenting burning passion; the likes I had never felt or experienced with a man until then.

Afterward, I lay back drained and limp lying diagonally across the bed with my head almost hanging over the edge of the bed with most of hair touching the floor.

And then Thomas's tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing, as he continued licking my pussy like a Cat licking a Kitten, his Kitten.

Thomas finished with a little lick in my belly button and a kiss on my tummy before helping me sit up to fix the askew bed sheets and pick up the pillows from the floor.

Picking up a pillow and a blanket he left to go into the living room to lay down on the couch...naturally I got up to follow him.

"What do you think you're doing, Thomas."

"I'm exhausted after all that licking and dancing and very annoyed with you, Sally-Ann."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been very rude and didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"Is there such a thing as too many kisses between us."

"Hand me your pillow please, Thomas."

And when he sat up and gave it to me, swish-flop, I hit my Rain Man right on the top of the head with it, "How's that for rude, buster?" swish-flop, I hit him again this time in the face."

"You hit like a girl, Kitten, Give me the pillow," he said standing and smiling, holding out his hand for it while advancing slowly as I retreated swinging the pillow in front of me.

"Come and get it and then I'll give you my answer."

I turned and darted into the bedroom getting on the bed and wrapped my arms around the pillow, hugging tight to my bosom.

Thomas quietly followed me in and picked up a pillow from the bed.

"You wouldn't dare hit a girl," I said in challenge to be answered with swish-flop, Thomas hit the raised pillow I put up to block just in case and hoping he would.

Our pillow fight began in earnest as I got off the bed swinging wildly and laughing as he blocked most of my swish-flops, hitting me occasionally but never in the face, always on my butt.

Beanie was up high on top of Grandma's Wardrobe, well out of the way, watching us, her tail twitching and I swear if a cat could smile, Beanie was doing it.

Thomas somehow always managed to get behind me...wow he is fast when he wants to be. He was laughing as we ran all through the house, teasing me by telling me I hit like a girl as I chased him outside and around the house and then inside again. I dare say if he were to hit me hard instead of playfully lightly, it would hurt.

Apparently Thomas is not a man afraid of spontaneous silliness or just good plain fun! What a nice time we're going to have at the Renaissance Fair tomorrow.

I spent my teen years after sixteen with young men in their twenties to early thirties with money and fast cars who imagined themselves cool and sophisticated.
I emulated them and the older woman surrounding them to fit in.

They would have dismissed me as a silly child if I did this with them. Instead of leaving home, it is times like this that I wish I had moved in with Grandma Beanie to finish High School and then college to be with people my own age.

It ended when Thomas suddenly grabbed me around the waist and bringing me back to the bedroom to sit on the bed to down beside him.

Thomas took my hands and kissed them, first one and then the other, "You're incredible, baby, not to mention delicious, succulent and sweet...sweeter than the nectar of the most exotic of flowers....not to mention one heck of a lot of fun; a pillow fight of all things.

"And you're handsome, blue eyes," I messed up his hair, "plus you're charming and reserved, except when you're silly and playful. Are you always like this?

"Only with you."

I took Thomas's handsome face in my hands and kissed his lips, "It will be my pleasure to please you now, Sir."

"What do you have in mind, baby?"

"Let me show you," I pushed him down on his back and started kissing and licking him all over, starting with his face and working my way down to hard cock.

I started licking the tip of his cock, looking up and smiling; looking into his blue eyes, while moving my tongue in a circle around the circumference alternating by fluttering my tongue on the tip. Thomas's hands were buried in my hair to keep it out of my mouth and he was moaning softly while I licked and sucked; I was getting aroused all over again when.....


"You can finish that another time; lie down on your back and take it like a woman because I am going to take it like a man."

My Rain Man kissed my face, behind my ears, working his way down my neck kissing to the base of my throat, returning to my ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs, "Too many kisses?" he asked.

"Never too many kisses," I whispered, "please, Thomas, let me suck on your cock," he silenced me by kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. 'My god,' I was thinking, 'he is making me so horny that I'm almost ready to orgasm again.'

Thomas started kissing and licking me all over, especially my breasts, licking and sucking, tasting and probing with his marvelous lips and tongue. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed shut...my god it felt so good.

I could feel the moistness between my legs flowing anew as he worked his way down to my stomach before arriving to that final destination. I was caressing his back and shoulders with my hands, feeling the muscles moving underneath his skin.

"Mm, I can smell you, Kitten. I can smell the sweet nectar of your flower that I tasted mere minutes ago."

I was so aroused now I could hardly stand it as Thomas got on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms.

My wet pussy welcomed his cock as he entered me, slowly and carefully until his cock filled my entire uterus with his balls caressing the lips of my flower.

Thomas made love to me slowly and gently, his cadence and thrusts increasing in force as he sensed my second orgasm was rising.

My hips were gyrating as I thrust them forward to welcome his cock, slowly at first and then frantically thrashing as I moaned and squirmed moaning and talking softly "never too many kisses.....never to many kisses."

Thomas was timing his orgasm with mine; the only sound he made was a low growl in his throat as he pumped his rich, creamy seed deep into my pussy, our orgasms mere seconds apart.

When my Rain Man rolled off, I turned to face while he shifted to get close and cuddle.

I rubbed Thomas's face and ran my fingers through his hair and he sighed moving closer, closing his eyes.

I adore babying him like this; what a sweet little boy he must have been" Don't fall asleep on me," I warned as I continued petting him, "we need to talk first."

"Yes ma'am."

"The glider can wait. We need to be up and showered by ten in the morning and ready to leave. We're going to the Renaissance Fair..........."