A note for Old Sage. No, I never tire of you liking my stories. It's for followers like you that I keep writing.
To those who will say the ending is rushed. You're probably right. I could have stretched it out a little longer. Truth is, following surgery and still being in recovery I'm tired. I know that I will write again, I'm just not sure how soon.
Right Down the Line
part three
The walk to work was pleasant. Like so many times in the past the heavy early snow had melted in the late autumn days. The only snow that remained was where it had been piled or on the north side of buildings. I could see grass where two weeks prior it had been snow. In another three or four-months Spring would change that browned grass to a bright green as new life began.
Without a cloud in the sky the sun was warm and bright. It felt welcome and invigorating. It added a smile to my lips and put a bounce in my step. In another 4 to 5 hours I would be with Cliff, nothing could ruin my day. Once at work I realized how wrong my thinking had been. The store was absolute mayhem. People running into one another, arguing over who had grabbed what first. Which really threw me for a loop, the shelves and cases were full. Judging by the behavior of some, whatever happened at Thanksgiving in those homes wasn't good. It made me appreciate my family and Cliff all the more.
My replacement came in early allowing me to clock out at 11:30. That would give me enough time to go into the bathroom and freshen up before Cliff arrived. I stripped down and washed my lady parts, then put on the thin yellow panties with hundreds of tiny black polka dots. Next was the soft green bra that had lots of lace and the top half of the cup see through. It was my best attempt at sexy for the time being. My bush has never been big or thick, it just sort of lays flat. Surely, he wouldn't want me to shave. I changed into jeans and a button blouse, did a quick touch up of makeup, tussled my hair and stared into the mirror.
This was Elaine, this would have to do. There were several who made cat calls and silly remarks when I left the bathroom. I didn't mind, in fact it made me feel good about myself. Regular Elaine could transform just like the others. I had simply chosen not to until this point. I was sitting in the office with Dad talking when there was a knock on the door frame. Cliff, the man of my dreams was standing there with a smile from ear to ear. I stood and made my way to him, turned and threw dad a kiss.
"We're cooking for each other tonight, but first we need to pick up groceries. See you later Dad."
Before I was through the door he asked, "What time should we expect you home?"
It was then that I knew what my answer would be, "Mmmm, don't wait up."
He responded, "So you'll be late. I'll leave the porch light on."
I looked him dead in the eyes, "You can leave it off Daddy."
I quickly put my arm through Cliff's and pushed us down the hallway. I wasn't ready for any more questions. Cliff and I grabbed a cart which I insisted on pushing. He didn't seem to mind at all, I would point to this or that and he'd put it in the cart. My brother Darrel had prepared some lovely stuffed pork chops in advance and had them waiting for us. Cliff had potatoes and such at the house, shopping didn't take very long. Making our way through the store, words of my late grandmother ran through my head.
"If you can do a grocery shopping together there aint much else you can't get through."
Cliff and I seemed to be in lock step while we shopped, it was as though we were one already. When Darrel handed Cliff the package of stuffed pork chops, I felt myself flush. I knew exactly what I wanted Cliff to stuff, and it damned sure wasn't a pork chop. Not knowing whether his dick was long, short, fat, skinny, cut or uncut I was a bit apprehensive about what I wanted to happen. At the same time, I was ready. I was ready to be romanced, to be made love to and claimed by Cliff. I was his if he wanted me.
As we checked out, Linda, the young housewife on the register made several off handed remarks about our meal of choice. Considering she had been the school slut from her freshman year on it was no surprise. She wasn't the town bike, but if you were dating her, you were screwing her. That all ended when she met the man she eventually married. But it didn't mean she stopped thinking like a slut.
"Mmm, stuffed chops huh?" Leaning close to me she asked, "Is that all that's going to be stuffed? Huh? Be a good opportunity to take a test drive."
I didn't know whether to giggle or slug her. I decided to do nothing but stare at her. Cliff was putting the last of our groceries on the belt and asked.
"What was that all about?"
Linda was smiling and chuckling to herself as I answered, "Nothing. Just Linda being Linda."
In the truck Cliff looked me up and down and then groaned softly before he spoke. "Damn, you look scrumptious babe."
Scrumptious. He thinks I look scrumptious. Did I hit the jackpot or what? As horny as I was feeling at the moment I wasn't sure that we would get through putting the groceries away much less the afternoon without screwing each other comatose. I was ready, oh my, was I ready. I didn't have wet panties yet, but if we kept on the way we were it wouldn't be long before they were soaked. We somehow managed to get through putting groceries away without ripping each other's clothes off. Neither of us said a word in that direction, but it was apparent he was as ready as I was.
I was about to suggest we get down to some serious petting and foreplay when Cliff took me in his arms and spoke. "Before we get started on food prep there's something I would like you to do with me."
I'm thinking, yes you can ride me five ways from Sunday and who cares if we eat. That's when he burst my bubble.
"I need to pick up some chains I had sharpened and then stop by tomorrow's job. Do you mind if we do that? Once that's out of the way we can concentrate on the meal and our evening. I don't want any distractions. I just want you on my mind."
And there it was, he had reinflated my bubble. I smiled, "Sure, we can do that."
