“Hey Violet, it’s so nice to see you.” She extends her hand and then changes it for a hug.
“Hi Nancy, it’s really great seeing you again. My boyfriend and a friend are waiting outside with some stuff to bring in. It’s quite a bit so we may need a trolley.” She follows me outside to the two packed cars. Adam’s standing next to the BMW, typing on his Blackberry while Frank dutifully waits by his SUV. Adam looks up and smiles as he sees us approach him.
“Nancy, this is my boyfriend, Adam, and this is our friend, Frank.”
Adam shakes her hand and says, “It’s nice to meet you Nancy. We’re looking forward to helping out today. If you get us a trolley, we can unload the cars and take this stuff inside.” She’s staring at Adam and smiling. She thinks he’s cute, and I can’t blame her.
She gets on the radio. “Brian, please bring a trolley to Bay nine. We have a very large drop off.”
Adam says to Frank, “Rather than all of us just waiting, can you stay here to unload the cars while Nancy shows us where we will be working today?”
Frank, who most of the time, is man of few words, says, “That’s a good idea. Go ahead. I’ll take care of this.” He seems quite happy helping out for such a good cause.
I say, “Thanks a lot Frank,” and wave at him as we go inside the warehouse. Adam is behind me as we follow Nancy.
Nancy says, “Thanks so much for the generous donation. I can see it’s a huge haul and none of it will be wasted. I’m going to have you both sorting in this area to start.” She points to a series of stations in front of us. “Please sort these cans by food type. When you’re finished, we can then have you put together some food boxes.”
Adam nods and says, “Let’s get started then.” He’s such an eager beaver.
Standing at our station, Nancy says before she leaves, “If you have any questions, the lady over there, Marge, can help you. When you’re finished, ask Marge to call me on the radio. You’ll probably want to have lunch and then come back for the afternoon shift.” She starts walking away and stops to tell us, “Oh, there are gloves in that box over there. It can get dusty in here and the gloves will protect your hands. They make it easier to sort as well.”
“Thanks,” Adam and I say in unison. I wave and when I turn around I see Adam has already started sorting.
“Wow, no time wasted on you, Mr. Stone,” I tease.
He smiles. “Get over here and help me or I’ll put you over this station and spank you.” I grin and totally wish he would. I walk over and begin to help him sort. I didn’t realize how many soup flavors existed. The most popular seem to be chicken noodle and tomato. It’s not long when all the stations around us are full with volunteers sorting boxes and cans. Adam and I are a dream team and it doesn’t take us long to finish our first batch. Marge now has us sorting boxes of crackers. Every time I look up, I catch Adam glancing at me. We smile at each other when our eyes meet. I’m so happy and thankful right now. It’s lunch time before we know it and we check in with Marge before leaving.
Adam looks over at me from the driver’s seat. “Where should we go for lunch? I’m not familiar with this part of town.” Of course he’s not. Outside of his university residence, Adam has only lived in the wealthy parts of town.
“There’s a coffee shop up the street. We can get sandwiches there.”
“Okay, direct me then.” I laugh out loud and he looks at me quizzically.
“I find it funny hearing you ask me to direct you.”
“I do rely on you for things too, you know.”
“Like what?”
“You encourage me and make me feel appreciated and loved. Those are things only you can do for me. No one else has that influence on me.” He looks at me, watching my reaction. “You even challenge me sometimes, which I’ve learned can be a good thing every now and then.” He smiles and I smile back. “So you see, you do give me direction.” He sounds sincere and I’m flattered.
“Ah, I do love you, Adam. I really am beginning to understand you better.”
“I’m glad you get me, and I love you for it. That’s why we make such a great team.” I feel content and loving. I smile so he knows I agree with him as we pull into the coffee shop parking lot. He kisses me and when he’s finished, I can see love in his eyes. I still love that he opens my doors. Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic, and that won’t change.
While we eat, Adam says, “I’m glad you asked me to help you at the food bank today. It’s a good reminder of how lucky we are and how important it is to give back.” He pauses, looking at my face. “You seem surprised to hear me say that? Are you?”
“No, I just don’t see you having time in your busy schedule to volunteer regularly, that’s all.”
“My firm supports a number of community initiatives financially and I do pro bono work for a women’s shelter. I give them free legal advice or direct them to the right agencies if I can’t help them.” I’m floored and think my mouth may be wide open. I had no idea! He never mentioned this to me before.
“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s fantastic, but how do you find the time?”
“I make the time. Before you, it was some evenings and weekends when I wasn’t traveling. Now I use my lunch hour or schedule early morning appointments when I can.”
“So how do you help these women then?”
“I mostly give them legal advice. Sometimes I’m just someone to talk to. Some want to know their rights about separation, child custody, and even divorce. Unfortunately, all of the stories are heartbreaking.”
“I can only imagine. Just the thought of it all makes me feel sad. What you’re doing is wonderful. Let me know if you ever need my help.”
“Thanks. There are a lot of angry husbands. You’d be very disturbed by some of the stories I hear.” He shakes his head and I can tell it affects him.
The conversation makes me think back to how protective he was in Chicago and I wonder if this is the reason why. “I’ll always be here for you, Adam, if you do want to talk about it. I’ll do anything to help you.”
“I know that. It’s not happy or feel-good kind of work. That’s why I’m really glad about what we are doing today.”
“Like I said, I’ll always be here for you.” I take his hand and he holds mine tightly. We keep learning things about each other. These tender moments are deep and meaningful. I like seeing the vulnerable side of Adam. It’s so rare.
We finish eating and make our way back. Nancy’s just inside the door when we walk in. “Hey, did you have a good lunch?” she asks.
I reply, “We grabbed a quick sandwich and a coffee. I hope you had lunch too?”
“Yes, I brought something and have eaten already. Now how do you feel about taping up some boxes?”
“Sure,” we say in unison. She takes us to where there are stacks of mid-sized boxes and rolls of moving tape.
Adam looks at me. “You put them together and I’ll tape them.” He has a devilish grin on his face as he looks down at the tape gun. He whispers so only I can hear him. “This tape is strong enough to bind your wrists. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” Hearing him say that sends a warm pulsation through me. I grin and run the back of my hand over his crotch like it’s an accident.
“Behave, Adam.” I reach up to get some boxes, sticking my bum out for him to inspect.
“Me behave? I really want to grab that bum,” he whispers.
“Later handsome. Later for sure.” He chuckles and gets to work. I can still feel his eyes on me and I love it. We really do work well together.
I fold and Adam tapes each box. The guy picking up the boxes keeps commending us on how quickly we’re moving through the piles. We high five. This is a great feeling and I’m so glad he’s here with me. Our final task before we leave is to pack food in boxes. We’re given a typed list of generic food items with quantities for each box, which is t
hen labeled. This is where I feel the most joy. It’s like putting all the pieces together and feeling glad you played a small part in something so important. Adam is smiling and joking with the others around him. He’s quite charming. Both the ladies and men are laughing. Our shift comes to an end at 6 and Adam and I say goodbye to our team mates and Nancy. Adam pulls her to the side and hands her an envelope.
On the drive home I ask him, “What did you give Nancy? I saw you hand her an envelope.”
“It was a check. They can use it how they see fit. It’s nothing major.”
“How much?”
“It was just enough to help a few people, okay?”
I smile. “I’m sure it will be put to very good use. Nice one Adam.” I feel so much love for this man.
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When we get home, I take a shower. My eyes are closed, protecting them from the shampoo as I begin to wash my hair. Adam announces his presence by pressing his hard-on against the back of me. He runs his hands over my breasts and then pulls my hands down and takes over washing my hair. He has very strong hands and massages the shampoo into my head. It feels nice. He runs his hands down the back of my neck, using the suds from the shampoo as a massage cream, moving down to my shoulders. “Oh, Adam, that feels so good,” I say, groaning in delight. He massages up and down my neck then up the back of my head right to the top and back down again.
I am paralyzed; it feels so good I can’t move. Slowly, his hands gently push me under the water to rinse my hair. It’s not long before I feel his strong hands in my hair again, this time with conditioner. He massages it into my scalp and runs it through my hair and then uses his fingers to comb it through to the very ends. It’s better than any salon head massage I’ve ever had. He takes the clip I keep in the shower to pin up my hair. I do this to let the conditioner soak in while I wash myself. He’s obviously watched me do this. He takes the shower puff and fills it with bergamot-scented shower gel and washes my back, my breasts, and down over my belly. It’s not too long before he reaches down there. I enjoy the feeling as he gently runs the puff between my legs, sending bursts of pleasure up through me. He moves down my legs. “Mmm, this is so nice, Adam,” I croon. He rinses me off and then releases my hair, which falls over my shoulders now it’s gotten longer.
He whispers, “I really like your long hair.” He turns me around to kiss him. It’s passionate and deep.
“Let me wash you now, Master.” I can feel his cock get harder when I call him that. I start by washing his hair. He bends so I can reach the top of his head easier. I massage his scalp with the shampoo, using my thumbs to press at his temples and down the back of his neck. He likes that, I can tell. His cock thuds against my thighs each time he adjusts his footing. Mmmm, I like that a lot! I rinse his hair and then begin to wash him. I wash his back and gorgeous bum and kneel down to reach the back of his legs to his feet. He turns around and when I look up, he’s looking down at me. His cock is in my face. My eyes beg for permission to taste him. He nods yes and takes the top of my head to pull my face to his cock. I begin to suck gently and feel aroused instantly as I enjoy the taste of his delicious cock. I suck up and down his shaft. He moans and I do it repeatedly, driving him nuts. I press my tongue hard against the head and slowly wrap my tongue around it a few times. He moans again encouraging me. He likes this and I can taste him as his cock hardens more in my mouth. I run my tongue over the opening of his cock. He flinches in delight and his bum clenches. I bury my nose in his pubic hair. He smells so good. I want him to come in my mouth. He grabs my head with both hands and begins to fuck my mouth. He thrusts gently at first. My lips are securely wrapped around his magnificent cock as it moves in and out of my mouth.
The shower water pours over my back as I suck harder to reach my goal and then he says, “Oh that feels so good. Keep sucking, I’m close. Don’t stop.” He’s groaning. I suck harder and swirl my tongue in circles, flicking it over his sweet spot just under the head of his cock. I feel his cock swell and then release. He pumps my mouth a couple of times as I swallow every drop of his warm salty liquid, looking up at him while he looks down at me as I do. He watches himself slowly pull his cock out of my mouth.
He helps me up and pulls me into him. Both of us are entwined as the water from the rain shower head rinses us. After a while, he turns off the shower and says, “Babe, get dried and lie on the bed.” When I’m dry, I lie on top of the sheets. It’s not long before Adam comes into our bedroom looking sexy. He looks over my body approvingly as he walks to one of the cabinets. It’s not long before we’re entwined again.
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“Come, Babe. Get ready for dinner.” He helps me off the bed.
I get dressed and tidy up the bedroom before I go downstairs to join him. He’s sautéing something in the wok on the stove. It smells really good and, after our lustful session just now, I’m really hungry. He hands me a glass of wine. “Sit and keep me company.”
I sip the wine. “That smells good. What are you making?”
“A chicken stir fry. I’ll add lots of mushrooms. I know you like them.”
“Thanks and thanks for the massage in the shower. That was nice too.”
“Thanks for trusting me. I really enjoy what we do. You get into it, which makes it so much better. I love you, and not just because of that. You’re the best thing to happen to me.” I stand up and put my arms around him it just feels right.
When we sit down to eat, I tell him, “This is restaurant quality.”
“Thanks. You keep saying that.”
“Well, it’s true.” I take another bite and then say, “What’s your schedule like next week?”
“I’m traveling Monday to Wednesday and will be back Wednesday afternoon so I can pick you up from your dance class.”
“Okay. I’ll miss you.” I sigh.
“I miss you too, believe me, but it comes with the job. You understand, right? That’s not going to change, Babe. Just think of the fun things we do and the great weekends we have, okay?”
“I do, and I don’t mean to be so heavy about it. At least, work is busier for me with the Chicago project.”
“Good. Plus, with your dance class you get to see more of Ann. You must like that, right?”
“Yeah, I do. We always have a good time together.”
He smiles. “What do you ladies talk about anyway?”
“That’s private, dude.” I giggle and then say, “You think we only talk about you and Ted, don’t you? Well to be honest, we do talk about the two of you, but other things too like our family and stuff. Speaking of which, your sister Olivia suggested we get together sometime. I was thinking maybe a Sunday brunch with her, Ann, and me when she’s in town over a weekend.”
“I think Ann will be too overbearing for Liv.”
“Why do you say that? Ann’s one of the nicest people I know, not to mention she’s my best friend.”
“Yes, she’s great, don’t get me wrong, I like her and Ted, a lot. It’s just that Liv is quiet and reserved. She’s actually more like you in some ways. I just think Ann may be too forthright for her.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Ann is well, more experienced than both of you.”
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Well, that amongst other things. Liv is not overly chatty either, whereas, Ann is extremely chatty and outspoken at times. It may be too much for her. You want her to enjoy herself, don’t you?”
“Adam, you sound like you disapprove of my best friend. Do you?”
“No. I just think you and my sister should get to know each other first before you bring Ann into the picture. That’s all.” He grabs hold of my hand. “I’m not trying to offend you, sweetheart. Just think about it okay?”
It’s true, Ann is bold and everything about her is big, but in a good way. We being opposites have saved me from total boredom many
times before I met Adam. The darker side of me thinks it might be good for Olivia to get a dose of reality. Ann always speaks her mind. Olivia comes across as sheltered and distant, even though her life is pretty much being handed to her on a silver platter, unlike Adam who fends for himself and does very well. I do feel sorry for Liv. There’s something lost about her and I want to help in some way. All in good time, I think. I say to Adam. “Yeah, maybe brunch alone is a good start and I can always invite Ann another time.”
“I’ll leave that up to you.” I see a small grin of satisfaction come across his face and I pretend not to notice. He thinks I am obeying, when actually, I just agree with him.
After dinner, we go upstairs. He’s trying to get me to be a better pool player. He puts chalk on two cues and hands one to me. We’re both cheerful and I get a tingle when I think of the last time we played pool.
Chapter 20
Today we put Adam’s Jag away for the winter. The plan is for me to drive the BMW SUV and follow Adam in the Jag to the garage. “Are you going to miss it? I know how much you love to drive that car,” I ask him.
He laughs, “Not so much now that I have you to drive.” I laugh too as he gives me the BMW remote. I watch him put in the address in the GPS. “You can just follow me, but at least you have the address if you need it.”
“Okay, Captain Stone,” I say with a grin. He grins and kisses me as he pulls the seat belt around me and then closes the door. I watch my sexy man get into his sexy black Jag.
It’s not long before we approach a large garage door. Adam’s arm reaches out his car window and punches in a code. The large automated door opens and I follow him in. He waves at me to pull up beside him. My eyes widen as I step out of the car. It’s not just Adam’s Jag that’s going to be housed here. There’s another stunning car. Adam comes over to me. “That’s a 1966 Cobra. I bought it from a collector earlier this year.” The car is stunning in blue and white.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how serious you were about cars. How many can this place actually hold?”
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