dogs to castrate, one dear old
cat beyond help had been put to sleep and the usual run of vaccinations and
general checkups.
The cat’s owner, a dear old man on his own,
was devastated. Rhian had sent him on his way with a healing hug knowing he
would not recover from his loss easily. She would wait a couple of days and
then visualize a stray for him. Days like this always dragged her down and she
tried to wish it away. To take her mind off it she thought about what she was
going to cook Red for dinner tonight. With any luck she would get him into her
bed again. In fact, she was intent on it, nothing like a good bout of sex to
encourage the boy to lighten up and accept himself as he was.
Rhian soaped up a cloth and ran it over her
breasts. Her nipples hardened when she imagined Reds mouth suckling and teasing
her deep pink buds. She resisted the urge to let her fingers slip lower, saving
her orgasm for tonight when she wouldn't be alone. She rinsed the soap from her
body and turned off the water.
As she stepped out of the shower she heard
an insistent knock at the door. Crap, she must have been dawdling or he was
early. She wrapped a towel around herself and ran out through her bedroom to
look down the hallway to the front door. Red’s shadow was outlined through the
colored glass of the front door. Rhian breathed deeply and made sure the towel
was secure before opening the door.
She stepped back and looked up into his
eyes. “I'm sorry but I'm running late tonight. Come on in.” She sucked her
cheeks in and watched him walk into the hallway. Her hungry eyes followed his
tightly clad leather butt as he walked down to her living room. He put his
helmet on the floor beside the door and turned to look at her. She grinned at
his awkwardness. She loved the effect she had on him.
She waved her hand in the direction of the
kitchen. “Grab yourself a beer. I won't be long.” Avoiding looking at the
growing bulge in the front of his leathers, she skipped out of the room leaving
him standing there.
Rhian hummed to herself as she chose her
dress. It was off the shoulder and very soft and delicate. It hung from her
hips to float around her ankles in wisps of green and pink strands of silk. She
chose to leave her feet bare, and quickly combed her hair up into a messy knot
on top of her head. A brief glance at the mirror and she swiped a soft pink
lipstick over her mouth. She sprayed her floral perfume on the dip of her
throat and her wrists before taking a final look in the mirror, spinning to get
the full effect of her dress.
A wisp of lavender perfumed fog hovered in
the glass above her shoulder.
“What do you think, Grammy? Will this be
enough to get the poor boy muddled enough to fall for me, do you think?” Rhian
laughed softly at the answer sounded in her head. “Yes, you're right. He is
just what I want and I aim to have him. Wish me luck.”
She looked over at the miniature painting
of her Gram on the wall and wished the dear woman could have met the man
waiting for her in the living room.
Rhian twirled away from the mirror and
walked out of her bedroom. Red was out on the veranda with a beer in his hand
looking over the harbor. Nero was rubbing against his legs, twining in between
the heavy leather boots. She met his gaze and the cat closed his eyes and
rubbed against the man again, his purr loud through the quiet house.
“‘T is a nice night to be looking over the
bay.” She walked out and stood beside him leaning into his arm. “I'm sorry I
was running late, the downside of being your own boss. How is your beer?
Another one?”
“Um, no thanks, not too much of a drinker
actually. I might have another one later with dinner if that's okay.”
Rhian turned and leaned on the railing, her
gaze on Red. “Sure, whatever you want. Now, tell me have you picked up your
bike yet?”
“No, tomorrow according to Jake. He’s still
waiting on the new foot peg. How was your day?”
“Not one of my best but
cat beyond help had been put to sleep and the usual run of vaccinations and
general checkups.
The cat’s owner, a dear old man on his own,
was devastated. Rhian had sent him on his way with a healing hug knowing he
would not recover from his loss easily. She would wait a couple of days and
then visualize a stray for him. Days like this always dragged her down and she
tried to wish it away. To take her mind off it she thought about what she was
going to cook Red for dinner tonight. With any luck she would get him into her
bed again. In fact, she was intent on it, nothing like a good bout of sex to
encourage the boy to lighten up and accept himself as he was.
Rhian soaped up a cloth and ran it over her
breasts. Her nipples hardened when she imagined Reds mouth suckling and teasing
her deep pink buds. She resisted the urge to let her fingers slip lower, saving
her orgasm for tonight when she wouldn't be alone. She rinsed the soap from her
body and turned off the water.
As she stepped out of the shower she heard
an insistent knock at the door. Crap, she must have been dawdling or he was
early. She wrapped a towel around herself and ran out through her bedroom to
look down the hallway to the front door. Red’s shadow was outlined through the
colored glass of the front door. Rhian breathed deeply and made sure the towel
was secure before opening the door.
She stepped back and looked up into his
eyes. “I'm sorry but I'm running late tonight. Come on in.” She sucked her
cheeks in and watched him walk into the hallway. Her hungry eyes followed his
tightly clad leather butt as he walked down to her living room. He put his
helmet on the floor beside the door and turned to look at her. She grinned at
his awkwardness. She loved the effect she had on him.
She waved her hand in the direction of the
kitchen. “Grab yourself a beer. I won't be long.” Avoiding looking at the
growing bulge in the front of his leathers, she skipped out of the room leaving
him standing there.
Rhian hummed to herself as she chose her
dress. It was off the shoulder and very soft and delicate. It hung from her
hips to float around her ankles in wisps of green and pink strands of silk. She
chose to leave her feet bare, and quickly combed her hair up into a messy knot
on top of her head. A brief glance at the mirror and she swiped a soft pink
lipstick over her mouth. She sprayed her floral perfume on the dip of her
throat and her wrists before taking a final look in the mirror, spinning to get
the full effect of her dress.
A wisp of lavender perfumed fog hovered in
the glass above her shoulder.
“What do you think, Grammy? Will this be
enough to get the poor boy muddled enough to fall for me, do you think?” Rhian
laughed softly at the answer sounded in her head. “Yes, you're right. He is
just what I want and I aim to have him. Wish me luck.”
She looked over at the miniature painting
of her Gram on the wall and wished the dear woman could have met the man
waiting for her in the living room.
Rhian twirled away from the mirror and
walked out of her bedroom. Red was out on the veranda with a beer in his hand
looking over the harbor. Nero was rubbing against his legs, twining in between
the heavy leather boots. She met his gaze and the cat closed his eyes and
rubbed against the man again, his purr loud through the quiet house.
“‘T is a nice night to be looking over the
bay.” She walked out and stood beside him leaning into his arm. “I'm sorry I
was running late, the downside of being your own boss. How is your beer?
Another one?”
“Um, no thanks, not too much of a drinker
actually. I might have another one later with dinner if that's okay.”
Rhian turned and leaned on the railing, her
gaze on Red. “Sure, whatever you want. Now, tell me have you picked up your
bike yet?”
“No, tomorrow according to Jake. He’s still
waiting on the new foot peg. How was your day?”
“Not one of my best but
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