She got out of the building, moving, as usual, slowly and it began to rain.
"It's raining!" she said plaintively to the universe, but she unexpectedly got an answer. It startled her that a tall man with mostly white hair and a white beard was standing next to her, smiling and holding his umbrella over her.
"Oh, thank you, sir," she said. "It's so difficult with these darn arm canes to juggle an umbrella also."
"I noticed," he said. "Can I escort you to your car?"
"That would be so nice," she said and moved along with him with difficulty, using the two arm canes, with the clasps around her forearms for support.
Carol had never really gotten too good at the use of the arm canes but she continued to struggle with them.
They got to the car and she thanked him again and he departed with a smile.
Then the car! The car! The damn car!
Carol by that time was rigid with anger. She just wasn't sure if the anger was mostly at this damn old car of hers or at herself for being emotional about it, keeping it and not getting it serviced. So, now the damn thing was paying her back by not even making a pretense of starting.
"Lovely!" was her word, spoken out loud and then after some reflection:
She rarely engaged in profanity but this was a situation that called for it.
The car of course was only the representation of all of it for her. When she got into one of these momentary rages, she thought of it all: teen agers hooting and running the stop sign, hitting her car broadside, being killed themselves and rendering her legs unusable. Then Billy's unforeseen and world ending reaction that he couldn't relate to her as a cripple and leaving.
From a certain view point, Carol was doing okay. She worked at a Realty Agency and was doing okay but didn't take care of many of the details of her life, like the car, the car was Billy's area and, of course, Billy the shallow was gone.
She felt herself descending into tears, when she was interrupted. It was the tall, striking looking man again. He rapped on the window and asked if she needed help.
"I'm afraid so," she said, "Again!"
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"Oh, it won't start!" she said, and added, "And I was just about to have a crying fit about it."
"Well, that's one option," he said calmly.
"And now you're here and you're so reasonable, and it seems silly to descend into those doldrums over the car."
"Well," he said, "Unless I miss my guess, it's not only the car."
"No, of course not, and you're being so kind," she said.
"Well, shall I call someone or shall I take you someplace? Can I give you a ride home?" he offered.
She was unsure of what to do.
"Of course," he said, "Silly of me. Here's my card."
He handed her a business card that indicated that he was Dr. Matthew Wayne, Surgeon. Her head shot up and she said, in a voice of wonder:
"You're Matt Wayne?"
"Why, yes," he said, looking at her then with curious eyes.
"I'm ... it's me Carol Burns," she said almost excitedly.
"Oh my!" he exclaimed, "Carol! I can't believe it!"
(A word of explanation: in high school, Matt and Carol had had one date. Matt was hopelessly smitten by her but she was the 'property' of Billy Felton, and Matt had no chance with her at all. He went away to college and tried to forget about Carol.)
"But, Matt," she said, "I'm keeping you standing in the rain."
"Well, I'll give you whatever help you want," he said.
"Oh, how nice," she sighed, "Could you please take me home? This darn old car; I never get around to getting it worked on. Billy used to do those things..."
Here her voice faded off completely, and he let it go. He opened the door and she got out and promptly collapsed but he grabbed her and had her up in his arms immediately."
"Damn!' she said. "These useless legs, and the canes can be so tricky to deal with, and here you are breaking your back with me."
"Not at all," Matt said, "Here, take this," he said, indicating the umbrella, which he'd been juggling all along. She took it and he strode away, after closing her car door, to his own car.
He had a white Jaguar.
"Lovely, lovely car!" she said, as he put her down, setting her onto the front seat, so that she could slide herself into the car."
"I just want to make sure that your car is locked," he said to her, closing the car door on her passenger side.
When he was back, he slid into the driver's seat and looked over at her. He was still stunned to have run into, of all people, Carol Burns. She'd been his huge crush in high school and that soft spot had never, ever gone away. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.
"Home?" he asked her. "Have you eaten? Would you care for some dinner? I don't know places around here anymore but..."
"You've already been so kind," she said.
"It's not kind only, Carol," he said, "It would be a great treat for me."
She smiled then at him and said, "Okay, on one condition."
"One condition, fine," he said to her.
"You let me walk," she said with a giggle.
"Oh, yes, ; I apologize for that! The last year of my wife Bonnie's life, she died of complications of MS, I carried her a great deal. It just was kind of second nature."
She touched his sleeve and said: "Please don't apologize, I was wrong for kidding you about it; I had no idea. I'm sorry about your wife. That was?"
"Oh, yes," he sighed, "She's gone for over 15 months now but who's counting!" he said ironically with a great sigh.
"What a caring man you are, Matt," she said then. Then she brightened and said:
"How about Italian? The Medici Palace is not far from here and it's really good."
"The Medici Palace it is!" he said.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the rain had stopped. He got out of the car and helped her out. He held his hands up in the air, when she was out of the car and said:
"Look, Mom, no hands!"
It made Carol laugh, and he grinned at her.
In the restaurant, over a glass of merlot, they shared each other's stories. Matt talked about the gradual loss of Bonnie:
"It was so bad during that time; I kept thinking that there should be something that I could have done, and there didn't seem to be anything at all. After the funeral, I just became the busiest surgeon around. I had nothing but work, a huge house and a new car. Pretty damn empty, if you ask me."
Carol brushed tears from her eyes, as he talked about his life with his wife and the tragedy of her illness and eventual death. He tentatively reached out a hand and wiped a tear from her cheek. It was a strange moment and one that they didn't talk about at all. But both of them regarded it.
Then she talked about Billy. He high school sweetheart, whom she'd married and had been the greatest disappointment in life that was possible. Billy, who'd failed at college and eventually got a job with a trucking firm. Billy who'd never provided well or enough, so that she went to work and eventually rose to manage the real estate agency. Billy the tragedy of her life, until those drunk teenagers slammed into her car and left her with useless legs, and regrets.
He said toward the end of the dinner:
"Catching up has been a real chore for both of us, Carol, but this is the most pleasant evening that I've had in five years."
Her eyes sparkled at that and she put her hand on top of his and said:
"Thank you, so much, Matt, I appreciate you saying that and I agree."
He drove her home, after the dinner. It wasn't spectacularly late but they were both tired.
"Would you come in for a late drink?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "Do you by any chance have sherry? It's nice for late at night."
"Oops!" she said, "My bar isn't stocked very well."
"Shall I get some?" he asked, "There was a place on the way here."
"Well,..." she said, not sure what to suggest.
"I won't be very long," he said, and went to get the wine, coming back within the half hour.
They sat and had their glasses of wine and he said to her, finally:
"Carol, this has been supreme! Tell you what! Tomorrow I'll be here in the morning, and we can breakfast, if you like."
He thought for a moment and said: "I guess I'm being pretty forward, forgive me if I let my enthusiasm rule my head and my manners."
She smiled and said: "Matt, you are the most gentlemanly individual that I've dealt with in many, many moons. Tomorrow morning at 8 AM; I'll have breakfast ready for us."
"Oh," he replied, "I was going to bring McDonalds."
"No," she said quickly, "I'm much better than McDonalds."
Then realizing how that sounded, she began to laugh.
He joined in the spirit of the laughter and said back to her: "I don't doubt that at all."
It was a hug 'goodnight' for them at the door, as he left.
When he was gone and she was finally alone, Carol leaned against the door and said:
"Well, well, Matt Wayne!" and smiled.
He returned the next morning and was at her door at 7:58 AM. She met him at the door, looking fresh and ready for her day. He smiled and put his arms around her, pleased that she didn't tense up at all, when he hugged her. He also kissed her cheek.
"Good morning," he said.
"Good morning to my knight in shining armor!" was her reply.
"Hmm," he replied, "Never been called that before."
"Well, it's about time," was her come back. "Breakfast," she said then.
"Mmm, smells good," he said and "Better than McDonalds."
"Definitely," was her laughing reply.
He watched her get around with her stiffened legs and the arm brace canes and noted that she did it pretty well.
"You really zip around with those things," he said.
"Yes," she replied, "Better than McDonalds."
They both laughed at this.
During breakfast she said to him, in an apologetic tone of voice:
"I'm sorry to have to ask but I need help again today."
"Anything!" he said quickly.
"Wow!" she said smiling, "Now what I could do with that kind of statement."
"The gentleman means it!" he said, "You have only to ask."
"I have a really busy morning at the office and I need a ride to work, I'm afraid. I've called Lonnie Desmon and he'll get my car and do his magic with it again to keep it on the road."
"You mean Dooby?" he said aghast.
She laughed and said: "The very same; wonderful mechanic."
"Where does he work?" he wanted to know, "I'll look him up; I need to say 'hi' to him."
She told him where he could find Lonnie and they were set to go. Before leaving he turned to her and said:
"Can I pay this lovely breakfast back by taking you to lunch?"
"Lunch with my knight in shining armor! What a treat!" she said, heading out with him.
He held the door for her and went around to the driver's side. She was running her hands over the seat cushion.
"I just love this car!" she said, "It is so beautiful."
"Thank you for saying so," he said. "Now I need directions to your place of business."
When they got to the realty office, before he let her out, he asked:
"Will you please call me, if you need to go anywhere? I'm free in the city these days."
"Yes, thank you," she answered. Then after some hesitation she went on:
"How long will you be staying?"
"Well, I have some people to see this afternoon and some other items to take care of, while I'm here."
He went to visit his old friend Lonnie, after he dropped Carol off at her office. He had a plan in mind, knowing it was brash but he was in a brash type of mood.
Lonnie was overjoyed to see him, and equally overjoyed that he'd run into Carol Burns.
"Someone needs to start being nice to that woman; she's the prize of the age. If I didn't have my Marge, I'd run after her but you're more in her class."
Matt was pleased to hear what Lonnie had to say and told Lonnie of his plan. Lonnie agreed that it was a good one and promised to do what was needed in a short amount of time. He loaned Matt a car from his lot, while he worked on Matt's car.
"Her beast will take some work to get it or keep it going," Lonnie said.
"Well, I intend for her to have the Jag," Matt said, "I'll work it out with her somehow."
"You know, man, I bet you will," Lonnie said. "I'd love to hear that little bit of a conversation."
Matt indicated then that he had a meeting and needed to be at the hospital for it. The meeting went extremely well. Matt had decided to take an offer from the local Medical Center to return to his home town to head their heart surgery team.
His meeting was done in time for him to go back to Lonnie's, where Lonnie explained to him the modifications that he'd made to the Jag. Matt thanked Lonnie sincerely and made him promise to dinner soon. He indicated that he had to go back in a day or two home to just wrap up some things there before moving back in earnest.
A receptionist announced to Carol that Dr. Wayne was there to see her. She struggled to her feet with obvious pleasure, as Matt came through the door.
"Hey, Matt," she said brightly, as he entered her office. She noticed a more somber look on his face and asked:
"What is it?"
"Well," Matt said, "I guess it's truth time. Can we sit, Carol?"
She was mystified but agreed. There was a small sitting area in her office and they sat there.
"Carol," he began, "This is no casual trip down memory lane for me. I've been asked to come back here as head of the heart surgery team, and I've accepted."
Carol was intensely pleased immediately and without a thought said:
"Matt that's wonderful!"
He smiled at her, and went on:
"There are a number of things then, and I need help with some of them."
"Yes," she said, "Just name it."
"Well, I have another day but then I need to be home. I've sold my house and need to close on it, and there are some final things that I will need to take care of. But I don't have time for a leisurely trip back, like the one that I took down here, you see. Can we go outside for a moment? I need to show you something."
"Sure, Matt," she said, not quite sure what kind of help he needed.
They went outside to the parking lot and to his white jag. "I'd like to go for a short ride," he said.
"Well, fine," she said, wondering.
"No," he said next, "Why don't you drive?"
"What?" she asked startled, "You know that I can't."
He held the driver's door for her.
"Please, get in, Carol," he said to her, and she obliged him by sliding into the car.
It was then that she noticed that he'd had the hand controls added to his car that would allow her to drive it.
"Ohhhhhh, Matt!" she said now with tears on her cheeks.
"Let me explain, Carol," he said.
She was silent, just looking at him, as he slid into the passenger seat.
"I need to fly home and want you to take care of my car," he said.
She looked at him teary eyed. "I don't know what to say!" she said softly.
"Well, saying 'no' to the man who rescued you would probably not be the polite choice!" he told her.
She laughed and said: "I guess you're right."
"There are a few other things that I need help with, Carol," he said.
"I'm almost afraid to hear them," she quipped.
"No, very simple," he said. "I need a new home here; I like big homes. It's kind of my main vanity. Will you help me with that?"
"It's what I do!" she said. "Price range?"
"Oh, top price range," he said, "I think that the market here is not as high as where I come from. I just got $350,000 for mine."
"Oh, I see," she said.
"Carol, I'm terrible about picking homes; I really have no eye. Would you help me by, I don't know, looking for a place that you'd like. I'm sure that it would suit me just fine."
She smiled and said: "I can do that, Matt."
"And," he began.
"There's an 'and'," she said, laughing.
"Yes," he answered, "I'm milking that umbrella and dinner for all that it's worth. There's a small dinner for me tonight with the hospital administrator and a few board members. I'd like a date for that. Can you?"
"Me?" she said incredulously, "You want to take me to that dinner?"
"Yes," he said simply. "I'm trusting you with my car, the dinner should be easy."
They both laughed then.
"Matt Wayne," she accused him, "You're just trying to make me cry."
"Carol," he said, "That would never in the life of this world be my goal. Not ever."
"Oh, I know that," she said, "I'm just being silly."
"Not silly," he said, "Never silly; lovely, charming, beautiful, alluring, sensual, and any other kind of adjective that I can call up, but never silly."
Her response was to lean over and kiss him, a soft, lovely, warm, inviting kiss.
"We haven't done that since our one date in high school," he said softly.
"High time then," she said. "But the man wants a ride; I can give him a ride, look at my wheels!" She was grinning as she said this.
"Where to, doctor?" she asked.
"Lonnie's," he said.
They went to Lonnie's and he came out to greet them:
"Well, look at you two; nice wheels, Carol!"
"Newly acquired," she quipped with him, as they hugged.
"Your car is in the er," he said. "Doesn't look good."
"We're fine here now, Dooby," Matt said.
"Looks like I guess you are," Lonnie said.
"Where to?" Carol asked next, as they were leaving Lonnie's.
"How much time do you need to get ready?" he asked.
"Eeeep!" she squealed, "I forgot."
"Forgot our big night out?" he said, with a mock hurt expression on his face. "I can't believe it."
"Believe it, Doc," she said, "This blond is ditzy!"
"I like 'em ditzy," he said, "Besides, she's better than McDonalds!"
This brought her to all out laughter. Then she said:
"I need to go home now. Give me about an hour and a half and pick me up?"
"Can do," he said, "I need to go to the hotel and spruce myself up also; need to look like a first class surgeon tonight."
"With his dolly on his arm," she said, next, smiling.
"No, with probably one of the most beautiful women whom he has ever kissed in his life on his arm," he contradicted her.
She pulled over into a fast food lot, and leaned over to kiss him. They sat there for a few minutes and she said:
"Matt, I have a request also," she said.
"Anything, Carol," he replied.
"It's so nice to hear you say that," she said softly. Then she went on:
"I want you to get your things from the hotel and stay with me tonight."
The look on his face said it all; it was a readable mixture of pure joy, wonder and surprise all at once.
She hastened to add: "Matt, I'm not perfect; I'm damaged in many ways. You need to know that."
He sighed and said:
"Carol Burns, there's a small room in my mind, the back of my mind, that is labelled 'perfection' and your name is the only name that has ever abided in that room."
"Ohhhh," she said, "Now I am going to cry!"
"Here," he said, and pulled her to his chest, as she wept her tears of joy.
He dropped her off at her house, and went to the hotel to get himself ready. He also checked out and brought his bags back to her house with him.
She met him at the door looking lovely. The evening was a huge success. She was pleased to see him interact with the hospital people. She loved the way he was calm but sure of himself. She was a bit surprised to hear them talk about how famous his work had become. It was a full and enjoyable evening.
He parked the car in her driveway, when they were back at her house. Then he went around to her side of the car. With no argument now at all, she simply let him scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the back door.
In the kitchen, with the lights on, she said to him:
"I guess you can put me down now, I have to be active if the seduction is going to work."
"Oh, is this a seduction?" he asked smiling.
"It's trying to be," she said, moving across the floor towards the stairs to the bedroom. "You wait here and soon the seduction will come. In the large wall cabinet by the sink, there are some things to drink. I'll have a glass of the Bristol Cream."
"Got it," he said, to her disappearing back.
He busied himself pouring them each a drink and in just a little bit, heard her coming back. She stood then in the doorway as he turned around from the sink.
She wore now a pink nylon nightgown. It had spaghetti straps and went to her ankles. Highlighted by the gown were the large, dark nipples of her breasts, lovely to look at. She wore a pair of pale, matching panties underneath the gown, whose transparency did nothing to hide the panties or the darker, off blond image of her pubic hair.
"Oh my god! Look at you! In my mind and my heart of hearts I can't come up with the actual belief that you're really Carol Burns and I'm looking at you this way."
She smiled: "The seduction is working?"
"The seduction is an unqualified success!" he replied.
"Can I believe you?" she quipped, a bit nervous.
He walked toward her and said: "Trust me, I'm a doctor," with a huge grin on his face.
Carol hooted at that, and threw up her arms to receive him, setting her canes aside.
The kiss was the greatest yet, an invitation for him to come into her life further and find out more about her, an invitation to him to explore her, her body, her life, her attitude, and her apparent willingness like a lover.
"Wow!" he said, "This is worth waiting decades for."
"What does the doctor want to do now?" she asked, leaning against him to feel his nearness as well as for his support.
"The doctor wants to dance. It's what we did on that date, our one date, that we had in high school, before Billy ruined all my dreams. Too bad we don't have the song 'Mr Blue'. I remember dancing to it. I don't know the name of the restaurant that we went to, or even what else the date consisted of. I only remember dancing with you."
"Oh, Matt," she said, in a sad voice, "I don't dance."
"Here's what we'll do," he said, "You just put your feet on my number 10's and we'll try that."
She did as he told her and giggled as he began to shuffle around to the music that he'd put on.
"Oh, I like this," she said. "I so love dancing and it's one of the thing that my beastly accident deprived me of."
"Not while I'm around," he said.
They shuffled around to the music until the song ended. She got down off of his feet then and she said:
"Matt, I'm going to take my gown off."
"Is that a warning?" he said brightly.
"Fair warning," was her comeback.
She removed it by pushing the spaghetti straps down first and then pushing the gown down and off, gradually revealing, in the process, first her breasts, large dark nipples taut with excitement, and then finally her panty clad hips, pussy and ass. She threw the gown over onto a chair.
"Oh my!" he said, sighing. "Carol, I have to say that's worth waiting about three decades for."
Her reply, as she went back to his arms, was:
"Best that we waited until we're all ready for it."
"Yes, best," he said, holding onto her, still half afraid to touch her.
"Matt, use your lovely hands, I won't break," she whispered into his ear, "At least not any more broken than I already am."
"Ohhhhhh," he sighed, as he actually slid his hands down Carol Burns's naked back and let them come to rest on her rounded ass cheeks.
"Matt Wayne, welcome to my world!" she cooed into his ear.
"So this is where it is," he said softly.
"Where what is?" she asked.
"Perfection," he said, "I knew that it was right around her somewhere."
Then he added:
"Dance with me, Carol the siren."
"Gladly, Matt the surgeon," was her reply, reaching up to kiss him, licking his lips in the process.
"This gives a whole new meaning to seduction!" he said, breathlessly.
"And to what the handicapped are capable of!" she answered, as they shuffled into another dance.
"Oh, I like this," she said, "Dancing, and with you; yes, this is perfection!"
They danced and he asked her, whispering into her ear:
"Carol, tell me what do you like sexually? What do you want me to do?"
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "That turns me on so! No one has ever asked me that. Billy was such a 'get it done' guy. Almost never any ... uh..." she hesitated.
"Carol, it's okay, I'm a doctor!" he whispered and she giggled into his ear.
"Never any oral sex. It makes me blush to think of it or ask for it," she said to him.
"You may ask me for anything at all, seduction lady!" he said then.
"Oh, Matt, I know that; this is so perfect," was her breathless reply.
"Perfect doesn't even come close now," he responded, "Here we are; we're dancing again, like we did all those years ago, but you're only wearing pink panties and I'm still dressed. It's a living wet dream!"
Carol giggled again. Then she 'yipped' as he pushed her panties down so that the cheeks of her ass were naked, with the panties sitting right below her ass cheeks.
"Mmmm," she cooed, "Progress."
"Last dance," he said, "Serious physical examination from an expert is coming right away."
"I'm ready, Doctor!" she said. "Shouldn't we have a nurse present?"
"And share you with someone else? Not on your life," he said, "Those days are past and gone."
"Good!" was her reply, as the song ended and he swept her up into his arms.
"Tell me where," he said.
"Top of the stairs to the right," was her reply.
He went there with her and put her down on the bed, and, as she was watching, took his own clothes off.
When he was naked, she chuckled:
"The doctor is hung! Too bad the girls in high school didn't know that."
"Closely guarded secret," he said grinning.
"Not any more," was her reply.
Then he was on the bed, at the foot of the bed, and kissing her toes.
He licked the bottom of her feet and she squealed softly, and then continued to take each toe into his mouth and suck on it.
"Ohhhhhhhh my!" was her exclamation, as his mouth now began its journey up one of her legs. He paused, when he got to her thigh and went to the other leg, and began that same journey on the other leg. By this time, Carol was panting and had her eyes half closed.
When Matt's mouth reached her thigh, he reached under her knee an brought her knee up to a bent position. Carol just looked down at him, and he was smiling up at her.
"This is for Carol, all for Carol," he said softly, with the first kiss that he planted on her pubic hair.
"Ohhh," she said, "You're really going to do this?"
"Scouts honor!" he said.
"Were you a scout?" she asked breathlessly.
"Nope!" he said grinning.
"First time;" she said then. "First time ever."
"One to remember, I hope," he said.
"I don't doubt it!" was her reply but it was cut off by a soft squeal, as Matt's tongue moved now through her pubic hair and grazed, ever so softly, the lips of her vagina.
"Awwwwwwwww!" she sighed, as Matt poked his lips inside the wetness of her pussy.
"Never ... not ... not ever! But ... nowwwwwwwwww!" she said with minimal coherence at that point, since Matt's tongue and lips had found the bud of her clit by then and was lapping at it.
That was all that it took for her to tremble into an orgasm. She kind of huffed and puffed and made strange noises. He kept going with his oral stimulation, until she was all through shaking with her orgasm.
Then as he looked up, Carol held her arms out, and said:
"Come to me, come to me, you wonderful man! Just come to me."
He moved up so that he was face to face with her. She leaned into a kiss and he said:
Her reply was: "Tasty lips!" as she licked her own wetness from his lips and the front of his chin. He just grinned at her, as she did that.
"It's time, Matt, honey," she cooed at him.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Never more!" was her answer.
"What position is best for you?" he wanted to know.
"Don't know," was her answer, "This kind of thing stopped happening, after the accident."
"Let me know if anything is painful," he said.
"Hasn't been yet, love," was her reply, as he moved himself into position between her legs, and slowly, gently eased himself into her wet pussy. He moved until he filled her completely.
"Oh god," She wailed then, "Better and better! What a bedside manner!"
"I've done this to you, with you every single time that I've made love for the past three decades and more," he said to her.
She smiled a joyful smile then and said:
"Welcome home, Matt!"
"Oh," he said urgently at that point, "You just keep reinventing perfection, Carol Burns!"
He had his hands under her ass, pulling her up to him, as he moved into a rhythm.
"I'd love..." she said softly, "Love to try it doggie! Do you mind?"
"Mind? Mind such a request? As long as I'm alive here I don't mind any request!" he said.
"Let's," was her giggled response, "Help me."
He aided her in getting to her hands and knees and then slipped into her from behind. She whooshed out her breath, as he filled her now completely. He moved slowly but constantly, always accompanied by her sharp breathing and continuous sighs, delightful noises. Then he put her down on her side and snuggled up behind her, fitting himself into her from behind in that position. He reached around and, as he pumped in and out of her, played with her nipples, eliciting more excited noises from her.
She came again just before he did. He wasn't sure about 'protection', so that at the last second he pulled out and, as she fell onto her back, he straddled her and came all over her stomach, tits and up to her face.
"Sorry," he said quickly, "I didn't know..."
"Don't you dare apologize, you lovely man, for decorating me," she said to him, "Especially after the way you've treated me."
He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel and wash cloth and cleaned her off. Then he lay back down in spoon fashion with her. Finally, she began to turn over and, when she saw him smiling down on her, kissed him.
"Matt, that was wonderful!" she said. "And so much fun!" she added, giggling.
"We aim to please," he said.
"Well, you succeeded," she said then.
She looked at his face and said: "Talk to me, Matt."
"It's just that, what we just did was the most secret, most revered wish of my life, and I find myself just a little overwhelmed by having done it, and the thought of it, and the loveliness of it," he said to her earnestly.
She opened her arms and he went into them and lay there content with his head on her shoulder for a long time.
"Carol," he said, "I have to leave tomorrow."
"Oh, so soon?" she asked.
"I'll be back, as soon as I can clear up my business and the house closing," he said then.
"Will you wait for me?" he asked. Then he added: "I apologize for asking that."
She put her finger against his lips and said: "Of course, I'll wait for you. After all, I have to take care of your car, don't I?"
"Yes," he said, "There is that."
"When I get back, I'll want you to show me houses, okay?" he asked.
"It's what I do," she answered.
"But not what you do best," he added, and she giggled.
"Caught me, did you?" she snickered.
"Did indeed," he said. "She is better than McDonalds."
She had the dream that night. It was always the same dream: the intersection, the sound of the loud, loud radio as the kids streamed through that stop sign. The accident occurred again and again, she was left alone to deal with it. She ended shaking as she always did, and usually that went into crying.
She woke, during the shaking to an unfamiliar sensation and realized immediately that he was there and he was holding her as she sobbed out the result of the dream.
"Oh," she sighed, wetting his shoulder with her tears, "You're here, and I'm not alone."
"No, Carol, love; not alone!" he said. "I'm here!"
"Praise heaven and all the angels!" she said and went to sleep again, this time with no dreams.
She woke first the next morning, and simply looked at his sleeping form with a bit of wonder and total joy. She didn't know where this was heading, or what his future was but the right now of it was fine for her, and she was determined to grasp that.
He slept so peacefully and his erection was stiff against his stomach. She got a pixyish look on her face and moved down until she was face to face with his erect cock. She giggled at what she was about to do but knew that nothing was going to stop her. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck on his cock.
He woke up saying:
"This is either heaven or a dream; I'm here naked and Carol Burns, also naked is giving me a blow job."
"All part of the room service!" she quipped and went back to her job of blowing him.
Just before he came in her mouth, he said:
"I'll use this hotel more often!"
"We hope you will," she began to say but was cut off by the spurting of his prick in her mouth and her attempt to swallow it all.
She lay there afterwards, kissing his shriveling prick and smiling at him.
"Breakfast?" she said, "Now that I've had mine?"
"Breakfast," he replied.
At breakfast he spoke to her again about a house.
"What really are you looking for?" she asked.
"Well, it's like I said," he answered, "A big house is like the vanity that I allow and enjoy. So, that's what I have in mind."
"Price range?" she asked then.
"Don't know," he answered slowly, thinking, "Maybe 250 to 350 K?"
"Wow!" she said, "That's a heck of a price range but let me look."
"Carol," he said then, "Like I said, my taste in houses is not that great; you know all this stuff. Pick something that you'd like. Be extravagant, live a little with the project. I'm sure that what you pick will be fine with me."
She laughed: "Yes, I can do that. Are you always this impossible?"
"Yes," he said brightly, "It's part of my charm."
"Well, I don't know about charm, letting me pick out a place for you to live!" she said, shaking her head and still laughing.
"But I trust you! Your judgement!" he said.
"What if I come up with a hovel?" she asked, laughing harder.
"You won't;" he replied. "I said a place where you'd like to live."
"Got it, doc!" she said.
"Good!" was his grinning answer.
The day was hectic and he did have an early afternoon flight to catch. Carol drove him to the airport.
"Promise to be here, when I return!" he said
"Promise to return!" she said, and they both agreed.
In the event, he was longer than he'd hoped. It was fully 8 days before he was able to get back. They spent time on the phone but it was a busy time for both of them. By the 8th day, Carol felt almost as if she'd dreamed all of it. There was only the constant reminder of that lovely car.
But then the day came. She was in the office and, as a surprise, he took a cab from the airport.
Her secretary, receptionist, interrupted Carol by knocking on her door and saying:
"Boss, it's Dr. Wayne to see you."
"Dr. Wayne?" she almost yelled, "Really?"
"Really," he said then from the doorway, smiling.
She was up and struggling out of her chair immediately and, with her canes, across the room to meet him. With no hesitation, she was his arms.
"So long," she said. "So long!"
"I know," he said, "But the business that I had to take care of took longer. In the end it turned out well. I'll tell you about it. But first, let me look at you."
He did that and said: "Gorgeous as ever."
"Master of the blarney!" she quipped back at him but was secretly pleased.
"No, the doctor knows best!" he said, and she laughed.
She sat at her desk and he told her that there were a few things to take care of.
"Yes?" she asked.
"First, I need to ask you for a dollar"
"What?" she said, then "Oh, okay." Giving him a dollar from her purse.
"Here then, sign this," he shoved a paper across the desk at her.
She looked at it and her head snapped up with an unbelieving expression on her face.
"Matt!!!??" She had no more words.
"Sign," he said.
She did, with tears gathering in her eyes. She signed the paper that indicated that he'd sold his new white jag to her for the sum of a dollar.
"Because I wanted to," he said simply. "Carol, I just made a little over a million from the sale of my practice. And I am getting a bonus from the local people to settle here for a new practice with their cardiac wing. This is a celebration thing."
"Matt Wayne, you are the kindest man I've ever known. My old car, no longer a problem. It makes me want to cry."
"Well, before you get all teary," he said with a smile, "Tell me about where I'm going to live."
"Oh, that's the cool thing," she said. "I need to show you. There's a hold on the place for us and we need to act. Do you have time?"
"Yes, I do, only we need to keep in mind that I need to buy a new car later today," he said.
"Well," he said, with mock defensiveness, "I just sold mine, didn't I?"
"You sure did, buster," Carol said, grinning.
"Let's see the house," he said then and they went together.
He walked her around the side of the car, which was in the parking lot and, as soon as they were out of sight of the building, he put his hand on her ass. She 'yipped'.
"Just checking the merchandise," he said innocently.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him then, saying:
"Matt, Matt, it's so good to have you back!"
"It's good to be back here," he said to her, patting her ass.
"More of that later," she said, "Right now it's business."
The house was spectacular. It was a sprawling one story home with everything that you could imagine. It was within the range he set. Her eyes gleamed as she went through it with him.
Finally, they stood back at the entrance hall and she asked him:
"What do you think?"
"I'll buy it on one condition," he said.