Tom and Leah

He thought perhaps with Leah he now had a chance for a real, long-term and meaningful relationship. Tom was committed to staying in Hastings and he knew Leah would be there, too. The one thing that killed his marriage was the distance between them. They had not counted on him being traded across the country and being separated that long doomed it to fail. With Leah, he shared the same type of values and thought processes. Yes, he had more experience in the finer things life had to offer, but that meant nothing to him now. He was just as comfortable in a small diner as he was in a New York City upscale restaurant. He loved the slow pace of Hastings and the close interactions of the townspeople. Everywhere he went, he was greeted with a smile and a kind word whether they knew him or not. He had not experienced that anywhere else since he left his hometown to pursue his career.

His first couple of encounters with Leah were a perfect example of this. She did not know him at all, yet treated him as if he were one of her best customers from the start. How could he not be attracted to her? Tom being attracted to her was a vast understatement, though. Slowly, he could feel himself falling for her. Kissing her and talking to her all evening long was very special to him and maybe that helped trigger some of the deeper feelings he had for her now. It certainly helped him get to know her better. He did not want to rush things, but Tom could now visualize the two of them being together for a long time. That scene played over and over again in his mind as he pulled into his driveway.

Meanwhile, in the center of the sleepy little town, Leah could not calm herself enough to settle into a good nights rest. Thoughts and visions swirled through her head as she relived over and over again the events of their date. Oh, how she did not want Tom to go home! It had been such a long time since she had felt so good about being with another man, but Tom changed that. Already, she had begun to compare her time with him to when she first began dating her former husband. It was a very happy time in her life. She knew it was not right to compare, but she could not help it. Every time she thought of Tom, thought of something he said or visualized his face, she broke into a smile.



Leah was very satisfied they started their relationship as slow as they did. When she first met Tom, it never entered her mind they would ever date. It was the last thing she wanted to do. She enjoyed being single and had no intention of getting serious with anyone. But, Tom entered her life and she felt different about him almost from the start. What surprised her most was the utmost ease in which he interacted with her daughters. Wherever they were, be it at home, his house, or about town, he treated them as if they were part of his family. Even though they saw their own father a lot, the girls seemed to feel good about having Tom around the house paying attention to their mother.

That was the clincher. That was the thing that clicked inside Leah's brain when she thought of Tom and the possibility of dating him. That was what set him apart from all of the other men whom she had recently dated. Now that they had their first date out of the way and because things had gone so well between them, Leah was reassured they could take their relationship to any level they wished.

Leah sighed softly. Looking at her clock on the night table beside her, it was after two, but sleep would elude her for a while longer as she thought about the evening from beginning to end, replaying it over and over again in her mind.

VI.

They continued dating infrequently whenever the opportunity presented itself. Sometimes, Leah's parents would keep the girls for an evening, although Leah did not want to impose on them too often. Other times, their father would have them over for a weekend and Tom and Leah would take advantage of their time alone.

They got know each other better and better as they revealed more and more about themselves, opening their hearts to each other a little at a time. They came close to making love a few times, but Leah would gently resist and Tom would not pursue it. Leah could read the puzzled look in his eyes, but it was something for which she felt she was not ready. She wanted to give herself to Tom freely and without any reservation whatsoever. She felt they had not known each other well enough to that point to go that extra step.

As March was coming to an end, Tom began to doubt himself and his retirement, thinking about his former team and team mates, the warm Florida sun and shimmering beaches. He missed baseball even more than he thought he would. He fell into a depressed funk where even Leah had a difficult time amusing him. As each day passed, Leah was able to coax him out of his blue state of mind and soon, he was almost back to his old self. By this time, Leah felt she knew him as well as she ever would without actually living with him every day. They both felt their relationship had taken a special turn by then and Leah knew in her heart she would not refuse him again.

On the first Saturday in April, Tom was busy outside painting his garage door before he tried to tackle the rest of the house. It was unusually warm for an early Michigan spring day and he wanted to get something done before his evening out with Leah. Things had been going great between them even though he had not been to the diner too often that past week. In fact, he had not much energy to do anything. His heart kept telling him he should be playing baseball, but his mind and body continually nixed that notion.

Leah understood as best she could and felt deep in her heart that Tom would eventually have to find a job or something to keep him occupied. As she had learned from their many late night discussions, Tom was not a lazy person who enjoyed being idle. He needed to be active and on the go. It was he who went around town during and after Hastings' many snowfalls to help people move their cars out of snowdrifts or plow their driveways with the attachment on the front of his truck. He never accepted anything but their thanks before he left and went to the next house or car. This endeared him to Leah even more when she heard about it.

The temperature was in the upper sixties as Tom shed his tee shirt and continued painting in dark blue sweat pants and gym shoes. He glanced behind him and saw a few small boats on the lake. He smiled to himself knowing it would be but a short time before he had his own boat on the sparkling water. Tom could not wait to take Leah and the girls for a ride.

The midday sun shone brightly on Tom as he continued his task, causing a sheen of sweat to glisten upon his skin. Patiently, he moved the brush back and forth in even strokes, trying to get it just right. While he was concentrating, he barely heard the sound of the car coming around the corner pushing gravel to and fro from beneath the tires.

Leah stopped the car in the middle of the driveway, taking an extra long look at Tom before putting it in park and shutting off the engine. She had never seen him before without a shirt on and she was impressed. Although she realized he was only a few months removed from playing professional baseball, he looked like he had the body of a very athletic twenty-four year old instead of someone who was almost thirty-seven.

"Damn!" she muttered to herself, admiring his broad, chiseled back that narrowed down considerably to his lean waist. She leaned over to the passenger side and grabbed the bag of sandwiches she had prepared.

By this time, Tom had turned his attention away from the garage door and was staring intently at Leah as she exited her car. She was wearing a pale yellow polo shirt and denim shorts which showed off her figure nicely. He was now facing her and she could see he had a very thick, muscular chest and an almost flat stomach.

"Hey, Tom," she called out as casually as she could. "Thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some sandwiches for lunch." Her eyes dropped down from his face to admire his wide shoulders and strong arms.

"How did you know I was almost ready to stop for lunch?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Are you reading my mind?"

"No," she laughed. "Remember yesterday, you said you were going to do some work around the house. I just took a guess and thought you might be hungry about now, seeing this is the time you usually stop by the diner."

Tom glanced at his watch. "I guess I do stop by around this time." He put down his brush. "Well, come on in." He motioned for her to follow. She trailed him to the door.

"I'd kiss you now, but I'm pretty grimy. I don't think you'd want to get near me," he said once they were inside.

Immediately, Leah thought she would want nothing more than to be held against his bare skin no matter if he was sweaty or not. He looked damned sexy and she did not care.

Tom was looking at her in almost the same way, having not seen her in anything but slacks or her waitress uniform. Her shirt was snug against her frame, giving the illusion that her small breasts were a bit bigger than they really were. A few times, she had let him playfully squeeze them through her clothes during some of their more intimate moments, but they had gone no farther than that. She was not ready at that time and he did not push the issue.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that," she said defiantly, moving closer to him. "A good looking, hard working man is hard to find."

"No, no," he said, holding his hands out in front of him, "you really don't want to get too close to me right now." He pointed to the small bathroom down the main hall. "I'll just take a quick shower and freshen up a bit."

Minutes later, Leah heard the shower running and an evil thought went through her mind. First, she put the sandwiches in the refrigerator. Creeping down the hall, she arrived at the bathroom door and listened. She remembered the shower being a walk in and the glass door was about six feet high. Trying the door knob, it opened quietly, so she entered the steamy, hot room and closed the door behind her.

Tom noticed the change in temperature immediately and looked through the fogged glass to see the outline of Leah. He immediately thought she needed to use the toilet, but wondered why she did not simply go upstairs to one of the other bathrooms.

"What's up, Leah?" he called over the running water.

Leah kicked off her sandals while replying, "Oh, nothing. I thought you might need some help." She tugged her shirt out from her shorts and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.

"Help? I don't need any.....help." He peered through the glass and the rubbed his hand over a part of it to get a better view. By then, Leah was dressed in only her panties and bra as she stepped out of her shorts.

"Leah?!?"

"Yes, Tom," she answered calmly while reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

"What are you doing?"

In his mind, he knew what she was doing, but he had no idea what she had planned. His mind was in a whirl. She had never wanted to do anything sexually with him up until then, but now it seemed as if she meant to get naked and join him in his shower. His once limp penis was now starting to stir.



"What does it look like I'm doing?" She let her bra fall harmlessly to the floor and he saw her petite, delicate breasts for the first time. They were small, but roundly shaped and looked wonderful to him.

"I....I" He was at a loss for words.

He then fell silent as she hooked her thumbs in her waistband and quickly pulled her panties down her shapely legs to her ankles. The glass fogged again, but he made no attempt to wipe it clean. Instead, he simply opened the door for her, letting the cooler air of the bathroom invade his privacy.

Leah entered quickly, shutting the door behind her. She turned around and they stared at each other for a few seconds. Tom's gaze left her face momentarily as he examined her from head to toe. She had tiny nipples, he saw, and they stood out from dime-sized, pink colored aureoles. Between her legs, a thin patch of golden hair covered most of her sex, but he could see a little of her labia and inner lips. By now, he was aroused to no end as his penis was at full attention.

He looked back to her face. "You're absolutely gorgeous," he managed to say.

She, too, had appraised his wet, naked body and found it quite to her liking. He looked to be about six or so inches long and fairly thick. Leah smiled to herself as she knew it would be more than enough to satisfy her. She shuddered from an unexpected tingle between her thighs. Leah smiled broadly from his compliment and moved forward to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

The feel of her wet, naked skin against him was almost more than he could stand. His erection first poked her in her stomach, then snaked upward towards her belly button as they embraced. His hands fell from her back to her butt and he kneaded each of the glutes softly, reveling in their firmness.

Leah's hands found his broad shoulders before moving upward to his face, holding him to her as she kissed him more aggressively.

"We should have done this a long time ago," she said softly when she broke the kiss a few seconds later. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. "I'm sorry I turned you down before. I just wasn't sure then."

"Sure about what?" he asked as the shower water continued to pelt them.

"Sure that I love you."

Tom looked at her, thinking perhaps he had heard her wrong. The look on her face told him he had heard her correctly. Her eyes had turned crystal clear blue and he could almost see his reflection in them. Nothing but joy and love stared back at him.

"I don't know what to say," he said softly.

He knew he loved her for some time now. He never would have made any sexual advances to her if he had not. Her gentle rebuffs puzzled him because he thought she felt the same way about him, but every woman was different. She certainly was. He had been willing to wait for whatever amount of time it would take to lose her fear or whatever it was that held her back. He could tell by her body language and the way she acted that she wanted to make love to him, but she held back. But not anymore. Something inside her wanted him now and he was not going to question what it was that triggered her new feelings.

Leah put her fingers to his lips. "No more talking."

She reached around Tom and found the soap. Stepping behind him, she began to wash him with only the soap and her hands. Employing slow, sensuous circles, Leah's hands worked their magic over Tom's back and sides. When she reached his torso, she stopped and went back up to each shoulder and then down each arm. She then stepped in front of him, never breaking contact with his eyes as she cleansed his neck, chest, and stomach.

When she finished his stomach, she looked up and kissed him hard. "It's play time," she smiled wickedly.

She sank to her knees on the slippery tiled floor and began to vigorously scrub his upper thighs, deftly avoiding his now rock-hard penis merely inches away from her face. She washed each leg as the hot water rained down her back. Tom admired her toned back and her taut butt from above as she continued.

When she finished his legs, she stood up once more, her soaked hair clinging to her face. She pushed it absently behind her ears as she smiled at him.

"Move your legs apart a little," she instructed him. He did as she asked.

Moving behind him once more, she began to scrub his muscular and very sexy bottom. She surprised him when, without warning, pushed the soap between his cheeks and thoroughly cleansed there also. Her fingertips brushed against his anus more than once, sending chills through him that he never experienced before.

She stepped in front of him once more. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed the soap in her hands for a few seconds, working up a lot of lather. She put the soap aside before gently taking his penis in her hands. Leah worked her hands all over his penis and scrotum, never staying in one spot too long.

Tom sucked in his breath more than once as Leah's hands pulled and rubbed his fully erect friend, cleaning every bit with unnerving patience. It had been a long time since Tom had been naked with a female and the effect she was having on him was unmistakable. He could feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm and there was not a thing he could do about it.

"Leah," he warned through clenched teeth, "I'm coming."

Leah looked up and smiled, feeling more delicious tingles racing through her. She forgot about the cleaning part and simply began stroking him with her slippery hand. In a matter of seconds, sperm erupted from his pulsating penis as if shot from a cannon. Leah stopped pumping him and simply held it and watched in amazement as rope after gooey rope of white, thick sperm splattered against the shower door behind her. If she had not had her tubes tied after Christine was born, Leah suspected he could impregnate her rather easily.

'Wow," she said softly when it finally subsided. It was not the most romantic thing to say, but it was the first thing that crossed her mind. She watched as the last of his sperm was washed down the glass by the water.

His penis had shrunk down a little by the time she looked back at it. Seeing remnants of his sperm still sticking to the tip for dear life, Leah bent down and licked it off, sending another tremor through her. She groaned softly.

Tom was breathing heavily now and not exactly comprehending what had just happened. Things were happening so fast that his mind was in a whirl. Sure, it had been a while since his last sexual interlude, but he could not remember a recent time where he came so strong and violently.

"That was fantastic," he said slowly, trying to catch his breath again. He reached down and pulled Leah up to him. He kissed her softly. "It's your turn now."

"I've already showered today," she smiled sweetly.

"Who said anything about a shower?"

Without another word, he lowered his face to her breasts where he alternated his attention between them, first kissing the left and massaging the right, then switching. Leah sighed with pleasure when he gently took her nipple in his mouth and began loving it with gentle swirls of his tongue. Mini tremors started to invade her as he switched to the other nipple, gently tugging it between his teeth while his other hand deftly roamed toward her stomach area, circling it with the palm.

Slowly, he moved his hand south and came to the edge of her pubic mound. Leah moved her legs apart slightly in anticipation. Reaching down, she was not surprised to find him hard once again.

Slowly, Tom moved his hand over her pubic region and cupped her sex with his palm, holding it there motionless for a few seconds as if waiting permission to continue.

"Don't stop," she breathed into his ear. "Please..."

Needing no more assurance, Tom inched his hand upward until he found her little nub protruding from her labia. Using his wet fingers and a light touch, Tom began toying with her clit, teasing it with delicate strokes.

Leah squirmed and wiggled from the sensations invading her. His touch was perfect, just what she wanted from him then. Tremors and twitches followed. Soon, though, she knew she would want more.

After a few minutes, he looked at her and smiled as if knowing what she was thinking. He gave each nipple a playful nip before descending to the floor of the shower. Holding her hips still with his hands, he moved his face inward, stiffened his tongue and invaded her slit at the bottom and worked its way upward towards her clit. The move was so unexpected that Leah gasped aloud, then squealed with delight and pleasure. She held his face to her trembling vulva as if begging for more. Tom happily obliged, using his tongue and nothing more to begin her journey.