The following week brought colder weather, portending frost not far off. I noticed wisps of clouds scudding by, little sails in a row way up high. The finches squabbled at the feeders, vying for the fresh seeds Gwen had poured in. I was trying to determine whether I needed the yard man back one more time or not.
I heard the screen door slam. Mighty Miss had a flimsy in her hand and looked concerned.
"This payoff good through date is wrong if you're closing this this coming Friday." Her hair was tied back and she'd found one of my coat shirts to drape around her shoulders. It was kinda like a kid playing dress up, except she wasn't trying to wear my shoes.
"That's OK. Figure the daily amount, multiply the days including day of closing and that's your answer. Then remember to change the HUD accordingly." I thought. "Be sure and check for the wiring fee as well on the payoff."
She nodded, lips pursed and went back inside. I had started teaching her the tasks related to real estate closings and she was picking it up pretty good. She'd worked with numbers in her past job and was a quick study, plus she enjoyed being useful. Getting a paycheck helped too I imagined.
I was still thinking about our fourth room encounter a few days ago. It just made my blood run young. Then last night I had come home from the courthouse to find Gwendolyn making a pot roast, windows all steamy, plates and silver laid out and an empty tumbler waiting for me on the counter. She turned to me, wearing a long sleeve shirt, mainly unbuttoned and second hand jeans that she'd poured on somehow. She tipped her lips up to be kissed, then hugged her head to my chest.
"I missed you." She gave me a squeeze. "Hungry?"
I patted her bottom and chuckled. "Depends on what's offered." I sat at the table, chair pushed out.
Gwen poured me a finger, slowly setting the glass in front of me. She made sure I got a nice long comfortable view of her glories. "I think you're in corrugated." Little grin fighting to get out.
"I am rough around the edges." Chuckling, I pulled her down to my lap, giving her a hug. That was us. If you'd looked in the window you'd have seen two people quiet and content. She'd washed her hair. A hint of lavender wafted up at me just before she stood to check the oven.
Maybe that partially explains my reverie. I think some folks have never attained contentment. If you do experience it, you're reluctant for it to leave. It's more than rising from the table, belly full or seeing the first rays of a new day as the mountain fog burns off. It's when you look around yourself and want for nothing.
In my moment, standing as I was by the koi pond, I knew utter contentment. If or when you get those times, bookmark them, never lose that memory. Keep it. Write it down. It'll always be yours, never to be taken, in this life to the next.
The wind was picking up now, moaning around the eaves troughs and bending the cedars. Trails of animated leaves scurried over my shoes in their haste to pile up along the rock wall. Up in the sky a hawk circled, indifferent to the dark purple line looming to the west. I got the wheelbarrow and loaded wood. I decided the yard men needed to come back, at least for all the leaves.
That night the storm arrived. I finished shaving, turned out the light and headed to bed only to stub my toe as I went around the dresser. I gave a manly grumble and a little lump in the bed giggled. As my eyes adjusted, I could just see a form deep in the covers, no head showing.
"Someone's in my bed."
"Huh-uh. Nobody here." Another giggle.
Lightning zzzzted, followed by a tremendous crash and boom.
The little form gave an honest to God squeak. "Get in the bed! QUICK!"
I couldn't get the bedclothes down. They were being held steadfast by someone who wasn't in my bed. All I could do is tickle the form in hopes of gaining entrance, which I did. Peals of laughter ensued. I'd never heard my blankets laugh that much. Banking on immediate helplessness, I quickly scissored into the bed.
Another thunderous boom, rain flailing the window. Little Lump jumped above me. "Don't like storms. Hold me."
Her head was under my chin, hair tickling my arms. She straddled me as always, knees alongside my ribs. We listened to the dervishes outside, their furies slowly subsiding only to bedevil the next county up with pounding skies. We could still hear the sullen mutters of thunder when she kissed me. Gwendolyn paused for air before kissing my deeply, stirringly, needfully. My sudden arousal from her siren's kiss pressed up against her taut belly. My hands found her nakedness under cover of the night's urgency, breasts insistent on being touched, caressed and stroked. Her breath caught as did mine at her nipples response, resonating the signal for wetness for acceptance, of imminent coupling, undeniable in it's mounting want.
Impatiently, she pushed my pajama bottoms down, giving her freedom to lave me with her flow. I could feel her lips spread, her girl bottom assiduously working to rub her swollen puss up and down my hardened shaft. Still we kissed, our tongues an exotic ballet of desire, ever growing, leaving us gasping in our need. She would pull down my cock, flipping her little pearl over the head on her descent, petting, petting. I felt jism well out of me, spurting my slickness as her clit rode over. A note of impatience escaped her lips and she rose higher, only to partially impale herself. Her orgasm started, undeniable, unstoppable, her juices sluicing onto me as she arose. Together, we slammed together, me rolling her onto her back, deeply within. Holding myself above her with one hand, I grabbed her soft girl ass with the other, bringing her up to me as I mounted her. The sounds of our breathing and our cries carried us aloft in our consummation as I possessed her tightness, her wet seeping into my holding palm. She still hadn't stopped contracting and coming when I could hold out no longer, my gushing seed spilling deep within her, filling her, my manhood sated and the man worn out.
I lowered her down to the bed. She squeezed me inside, hugged me outside. No words. Just the wind, soughing in the cedars. She had a dreamy smile shadowed in the nightlight.
I was still deep inside and was reluctant to leave. Again. Contentment. Sleep.
The new day came and brought more rain. Cat emerged from under the bed, stretching, her paws extended. She then clawed the bedpost for a moment just to annoy me. A girl in a white terry cloth bathrobe scuffed in wearing one slipper. I watched as she looked around, under the bed, over by the dresser. Everyone loves a good mystery. As she looked under the dresser, I poked the missing slipper out from under the covers with my foot. Evidently in her haste to play hide and seek last night, she'd worn them to bed.
The slipper fell off the bed, onto Cat, still engaged in annoying me. Cat ran out of the room.
"If you're looking for your slipper, the cat brought it in. It's right down there."
"But how did it know...?" Green eyes gray in the rain washed dim light.
"Gotta give credit where credit's due." I yawned, sat up. "You been up long?"
"Yep. Got the coffee going and took an aspirin. My visitor showed up, so I'm not real hungry just yet. Message on the machine changed the closing from three to four. Someone named Katie Ann wants to stop by around ten. Says she wants to meet me?"
My PJs were around my ankles, making movement less than graceful. Gratefully, Gwen went off to the kitchen, leaving me to extract myself and my creaking back in peace. Some of the Biblical characters were said to have relations even unto their 90th year. They must have had better backbones back then. Ouch.
I was choosing a tie when the Mouse appeared with steaming elixir in my Felix the Cat mug.
"So who's Katie?"
