It Started In The Rain

12/14/2004

Driving back to L.A. from Santa Barbara on a Saturday morning
was usually a calm ride that took about two hours. Today
was one of those days when the trip would take a lot longer.
As I left Santa Barbara it started raining and if the guy
on my radio was correct it would be raining until Sunday
night. Somehow that always meant a mess on the highway.
<br>

As I passed the Navy base at Point Magu I saw someone standing
in the small shelter by the side of the road. Usually these
shelters are for people waiting for a bus but I didn't
think any bus came by on Saturday. I suddenly put on the brakes
and then backed up. When I was right beside the shelter I
rolled down the window and yelled, "You need a lift
south?"
<br>

The person nodded and ran quickly from the shelter to my
car. They had on a rain hat and a raincoat so I couldn't
tell anything until she sat down and pulled the hat off.

<br>

"Thanks. I thought I would be in the shelter for the
weekend." Her hair was short, brown and seemed to
have some curl. Her face had the scrubbed look with no make
up. Her smile made her beautiful. Her eyes made her enchanting.

<br>

A voice in my head said, "Too young for you old boy."

<br>

She looked like maybe she was twenty-six. I'm through
pushing fifty and haven't thought too hard about sixty
yet. I have two daughters older than this woman.
<br>

I pulled back out on the highway and headed south. We sat
quietly for a while. I watched the road and she looked out
the window. Finally, she spoke.
<br>

"Does it rain here a lot?"
<br>

"Yeah, two or three days every couple of years."
<br>

"Figures. I wanted to see sunny California."
<br>

"Are you stationed at Magu?"
<br>

"Yes sir. Arrived last night."
<br>

"Radio says this storm will last a couple of days.
Where are you headed in sunny California?"
<br>

"I heard last night that Malibu is just south a few
miles. I thought I'd check it out. It doesn't look
like I'm going to see much."
<br>

"I don't want to seem too forward, but I know a
great place on the beach where we could have lunch and maybe
even see the ocean if we get lucky."
<br>

"Is it expensive?"
<br>

"No."
<br>

She nodded and sat quietly as I drove. I pulled off the highway
just south of Zuma Beach and two minutes later we were in
the parking lot of a nice restaurant right on the beach.
The weather let up long enough for us to get from the car inside
the restaurant. It was almost empty so getting a table next
to the windows wasn't a problem. She took off the raincoat
when we were at the table and I was pleasantly surprised
at what I saw. She was wearing a skirt that hit her mid-thigh
that wasn't tight, but flared just a bit between her
hips and the hem, a pull over shirt that was just tight enough
that it was stretched between her breasts, and a pair of
calf high boots. It appeared that she was in excellent physical
condition and was in the habit of working to stay in condition.
I also noticed that she appeared to have breasts just the
size that would fit in my hands without any spillover.
<br>

She hung the raincoat on a hook next to the booth and asked,
"You like what you see?"
<br>

"Was I staring?"
<br>

"Just enough. I would worry if you didn't look
a little."
<br>

"Then don't worry. I liked what I saw and would
love to see more."
<br>

"Here?" Her smile was more mischief than laughter.
<br>

"No. We don't want to get arrested." I really
wouldn't have minded getting arrested with her as
the reason but I was attempting to be a nice guy.
<br>

At that moment the waitress brought menus. She smiled at
us, introduced herself and asked if we wanted to order anything
to drink.
<br>

"Can I get a beer?" She asked.
<br>

"I'll need to see ID, " the waitress said.

<br>

She showed her military ID and the waitress turned to me.

<br>

"Diet Coke, please."
<br>

A second later the waitress was gone.
<br>

"Is it OK that I ordered a beer?"
<br>

"Sure. I don't drink but I don't mind that
others do."
<br>

"So, following up on that, what do you do?"
<br>

"I am a consultant and I teach."
<br>

"And what do you consult about and what do you teach?"
The young woman looked me in the eyes as she asked.
<br>

"Wait. I don't even know your name."
<br>

I realized that I was still thinking of her as she.
<br>

"It's Walters. Kathleen."
<br>

I thought for a second she was going to rattle off her serial
number and rank. She didn't.
<br>

"Kathleen. Or do you like to be called something else?"
<br>

"My dad calls me Kat."
<br>

She looked at the window. The rain was hitting and running
down the outside of the glass making tiny vertical rivers;
<br>

"What would you like me to call you?" I asked,
watching her expression.
<br>

"Anytime."
<br>

I was surprised that when she said that her smile got even
bigger. I was also surprised that this young woman was flirting
with me.
<br>

"I appreciate that, but I asked what not when."
<br>

"I don't know, yet. Let's start with Kathleen
and see if that changes over time."
<br>

"OK. What looks good to you on the menu?"
<br>

We looked the menu over for a couple of minutes and when the
waitress came back Kathleen ordered a shrimp salad, dressing
on the side. I ordered salmon.
<br>

"You didn't tell me your name either."
She said after the waitress left.
<br>

"Lee. Lee Stevens. And to answer the other questions
you asked, I consult with schools about sex education and
I teach relationship courses."
<br>

"Really? What kind of background would someone have
who does that?"
<br>

When Kathleen asked she leaned forward just a bit and for
some reason I noticed that her breasts pressed against
the edge of the table. I wondered if it felt as sexy as it looked.
<br>

"There are those who say that it helps that I am a dirty
old man."
<br>

"Seriously."
<br>

Kathleen's breasts were still pressed against the
table. I looked at her eyes and loved that my peripheral
vision was as good enough to allow me to enjoy the full view.
<br>

"The education was in psychology, the experience
was in dealing with lots of abused , sex abuse prevention
programs, sex education programs, and hundreds of dysfunctional
families over the years."
<br>

"Not too many young people doing what you do, are there?"
<br>

I wondered how long she would keep pressing her breasts
against the table.
<br>

"Nope, at least not with my thirty years of background.
What do you do with the Navy?"
<br>

"I am a nurse. I was a surgical nurse but now I'm
working in a general med clinic on the base."
<br>

"Right."
<br>

About then our meals arrived and we stopped talking for
a minute or two. The storm pelted the window next to us with
rain and the diffused light coming in through the rain made
strange patterns on our food and table.
<br>

"I've been in the Navy for three years already
and have been on Okinawa, Taiwan, Norfolk, and Bremerton
so far. I'm to be at Point Magu for a year."
<br>

"Small world. I was stationed on Okinawa and Taiwan
too. Our medical was handled by the Navy on Taiwan and the
Army on Oki. I was Air Force."
<br>

We talked about both places and how we had learned a lot about
both the cultures of those places but also a lot about our
own culture as well. When the bill came for lunch Kathleen
reached for it but I was just a bit faster.
<br>

"This is on me. Support for our troops and all that."
I smiled at her.
<br>

"I'd like to pay my part. It takes the conversation
away from ‘I bought you lunch and you owe me'."
<br>

"I don't think like that, but if it makes you more
comfortable, your part is $12.50 including tip."

<br>

I held the bill out for her to look at but she didn't take
it. She reached into the pocket of her raincoat and found
her wallet and gave me thirteen dollars. I put it in my pocket
and paid the bill with a credit card. After I had signed the
bill we walked to the door and left.
<br>

Outside, the rain had all but stopped so we walked to the
side of the restaurant and found a small beach and a short
pier. Kathleen wandered on the sand for a few steps and then
we went out onto the pier. I remembered being at this restaurant
at least ten times and this was the first time the gate to
the pier wasn't locked. When were far enough out onto
the pier to be right above the breaking surf Kathleen stopped
and looked out at the surf. I stood slightly behind her and
off to her right side about half a step.
<br>

She stood quietly looking at the water for at least two minutes
and then turned to face me. "You haven't touched
me once."
<br>

"I want to touch you. But my mind says I'm old enough
to be your dad. My mind says I shouldn't presume that
just because I want to touch you that you want me to. I think
any heterosexual male standing this close to you would
want to but I won't rush you or anyone else."
<br>

"I want to be held."
<br>

She raised her arms and put them around my shoulders. I wrapped
my arms around her and pulled her in until she was pressed
against me from mid thigh to chest. Her head was turned and
rested against my upper chest. I could feel the pressure
of her breasts against me, and the strength of her muscles
on her back. I held her without moving until she moved.
<br>

She tilted her head and asked, "No grabbing either?"
<br>

"I guess I need to explain something about me. I have
lots of friends, both male and female, and they tell me about
their lives. Generally, I have learned that the good-looking
women and men have spent their lives being hit on and fending
off unwanted assaults. I won't be one of those people.
There is no pressure in being with me. I have a belief system
that centers on some core beliefs that I live by. One is that
I am going to treat you or anyone I meet as though you are the
person I love. I will honor your boundaries. Another belief
is that I don't need to lie to you, impress you with stuff,
or flash money around to have you be my friend."
<br>

"You are unusual. So, since you are being that way
let me tell you something. I want you to hit on me. I want you
to kiss me. If we can do it without getting arrested I want
you to fondle me, arouse me, and we'll see where all
that leads. I have been lonely for too long. I don't
know where this day will lead. I don't know where I'd
like it to lead. I want to be desired. I want to be held and
loved."
<br>

I kissed her. I touched my lips to Kathleen's as gently
as I could. Just as they touched a drop of rain touched our
lips. We held that gentle kiss for a long time and I moved
my hands a bit lower on her back. We broke the kiss, took a
breath and came back for another. This time I was greeted
with parted lips which I took as an invitation for exploration
by tongue. When that kiss ended we both noticed that it was
raining harder and we were quickly getting soaked. I took
her hand and we ran to the car.
<br>

Inside the car we laughed as we attempted to get situated.
Kathleen was mostly dry and I was completely soaked.
<br>

She looked me over and said, "How far from here do you
live?"
<br>

"About ten miles."
<br>

"You need to get dry. So, drive. Nurses orders."
<br>

"Aye, Aye."
<br>

And off we went. Half an hour later we pulled into my garage
and got out of the car. The few steps between the garage and
house are covered so I didn't get any wetter getting
to the house.
<br>

Inside the house I said, "Make yourself at home. I'm
going to get out of these clothes, take a quick shower, dress
and I'll be back with you in a few minutes."
<br>

I walked to the bathroom pulling off the soaked shirt as
I walked. Inside the bathroom I tossed all my clothes in
the sink, thinking I would throw them in the washer as soon
as I was dressed again. I turned on the shower and when the
water got warm I climbed in. As I did I thought about all those
stories I'd read where the girl strips and joins the
guy in the shower. I smiled and let that thought go. "Those
are stories." I said, softly.
<br>

When I was almost done the door to the shower did open. Kathleen
stepped in and asked if I would wash her back. I said I would
be happy to, as long as I could wash the front as well. She
raised her arms and turned her back to me. As I scrubbed her
I examined her, doing my best to memorize everything I could
learn about her body. As I had thought she was in very good
physical condition. Her skin was almost flawless. Almost,
because she did have six moles on her back, all on the right
side and each about an eighth of an inch in diameter. Her
ass was tanned and there were no tan lines on her back either.
I knelt down and scrubbed her legs. She spread her legs,
giving me access to her. When I got to her feet she turned
to face me. Her pussy was three inches from my face. About
an inch above the top of her slit there was a strip of closely
trimmed pubic hair that went up about two inches and was
half an inch wide. Other than that there was not a single
hair anywhere on her body below her neck. And I didn't
feel any stubble either.
<br>

I washed the front of her legs and then stood. I lathered
my hands again and started washing her pubic hair and continued
upwards until I had washed both of her breasts repeatedly.
I turned her until the spray rinsed her breasts and then
I took the right one in my mouth. I think I got at least three
quarters of the entire breast in my mouth. I applied gentle
suction and rubbed the nipple with my tongue.
<br>

Kathleen held my head and moaned. I took the other nipple
between my thumb and index finger and twisted. She moaned
again. I kept ministering to her breasts and nipples until
the water started cooling off. I quickly finished rinsing
us both and shut off the water. We stepped out, grabbed towels
and dried each other off, with giggles and the start of a
wonderful erection to assist us. When that was done I took
her hand and led her into my bedroom.
<br>

Someone had turned down the bed. Someone's clothes
were draped over the chair on one side of the bed and they
weren't mine. I sat at the end of the bed and guided her
between my knees. That put my mouth right at nipple level.
<br>

"Now, where was I before winter set in?" I asked.
<br>

Her hands guided my lips to her left nipple and I sucked it
in. Then I leaned back, using my mouth to tug on her nipple
until it popped from my mouth. I moved over and did the same
thing to the other nipple. Then I kissed her lips, and was
met with a wet and insistent tongue. Our tongues danced
together for some time, enjoying the heat and the moisture.
<br>

My hands slid up her legs from the knees to her hips. Then
pulled her in a little bit closer so I could bend my head to
Kathleen's slit licking ever so slowly. I did that
three times.
<br>

Kathleen stepped back a few inches and pulled me to my feet.
I took her in my arms and held her, gently. When I let go I looked
her in the face and asked, "Kathleen, I want to do what
you want me to do. If you just want to be held, that's
fine. If you want anything, and I can give it to you, I will.
Please, how may I please you?"
<br>

"Hold me for a few more moments and then lay me on the
bed and make love to me. Don't fuck me. Love me. Fill
me. Take me places I haven't been in a very long time."

<br>

Her voice was almost like that of a young girl, pleading.
I held her in my arms for a couple minutes and then tilted
her head up and kissed her. We kissed a hundred times, softly,
quickly, slowly, with tongue and without, nibbling her
face with my lips and my face with hers. Using my hands on
her hips I turned her and had her lay down on the bed. I lay
beside her and kissed her neck. I sucked on her neck, but
not hard enough to leave any lasting marks. She was so plyable
that a slight nudge had her over on her face so she could be
kissed on her back. As the kisses began covering her back
my hands massaged her. I leaned to the side of the bed and
pumped one pump of lotion onto my hand and rubbed it into
her back. I took another pump and rubbed lotion into her
legs, as I massaged them from her feet to her butt. Another
pump and the massage began working on Kathleen's butt.
My hands kneaded both cheeks and my lips kissed both cheeks.
Her cheeks were parted and my well lubricated hand slid
into the crease, from top to bottom. Using only the tip of
one finger I put lotion on the bud of her ass.
<br>

Kathleen rolled back over on her back and kissed me again.
I felt her surrender. Somehow she trusted me to love her.
I pumped more lotion and started on the front of her legs
being very careful not to touch her pussy when I was massaging
the top of her legs. When her legs were done I moved between
them and kissed the inside of her knees. Alternating kisses
on either leg I found my way up the insides of her thighs until
she could feel my breath on her outer lips. The tiniest bit
of moisture was leaking out of her lips. A small lean forward
and my lips touched that moisture and her lips.
<br>

She shuddered. The she spread her legs a bit wider. My tongue
became able and willing to lick her from the bottom of her
slit to the top. Very slowly. At the top of each stroke my
tongue touched her clit, very gently. Kathleen bucked
every time. When I sensed that she was really close to coming
I backed off.
<br>

Kathleen had been laying flat on her back and when I backed
off of her pussy she came up part way, looked me in the eyes
and said, "Be inside me, lover."
<br>

I moved up and kissed her, tongue dancing with tongue. Her
hands found my hardness and guided me home. She rubbed the
head of my cock in her wetness and then pulled me inside.
My body wanted to hurry and my head told me to go ever so slowly.
Slowly won, but it was difficult. Years ago I had learned
a word for something I had imagined but never experienced.
Now I understood the word. I wasn't entering her, I
was being invaginated. Kathleen was drawing me in at her
pace, at her pressure, for her pleasure.
<br>

When I was fully inside her I held still for a long time. When
I could no longer stand to be still a moment longer I started
pulling back. The sensation was like she had such a hold
on my cock that it was stretching. Suddenly I felt my cock
beginning to move out of her. When I was out all the way yet
still touching her lips she grabbed my hips and pulled me
inside completely. She moaned and I did too.
<br>

"Faster" was all she said.
<br>

I could feel my approaching orgasm. I thought of baseball,
football, recited the steps to changing the oil in my car
but nothing seemed to slow the progress of the orgasm building
inside me. I reached down and dipped my fingers in our juices
and touched her clitoris. It stood hard and proud outside
it's hood. At my touch she lost control and shuddered.
She shuddered again and screamed. Kathleen thrashed all
over the bed. When she regained control she took a few deep
breaths and then looked at me.
<br>

"You didn't come, did you?" She whispered.

<br>

I shook my head.
<br>

"Oh God I did. It may have been the best I have ever come.
Do you want to come in me?"
<br>

I nodded.
<br>

She smiled and rolled over, lifting her ass into the air.
"Come in my ass, Lee."
<br>

I moved to her, used our mixed juices to lube her ass and when
I put some pressure on her opening it relaxed and let my finger
in easily. I withdrew my finger and placed the head of my
cock there. The instant I began putting pressure on her
she pushed back and I was in!
<br>

"Deep, " was what she said.
<br>

I pushed until I was as deep in her ass as I could go.
<br>

I pulled back and she said, "A tiny bit faster."

<br>

I pushed in all the way and pulled out and back in at a pace
that was not fast, not slow. I felt it coming. I said, "Oh
Honey, I'm there!"
<br>

She reached back and grabbed my balls! I came more than I
have ever cum before. I held myself inside her ass until
I was completely soft and she held my balls all that time.
When I did pull out I fell on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
<br>

When I woke up it was dark. I glanced at the illuminated clock
radio behind me and saw that it was seven minutes after seven.
Kathleen was snuggled against me and was holding my cock
in her hand. She was asleep. I wasn't and the feel of
her holding me was having an effect. My penis was growing.
It had been quite a while since I had two erections in a day.
<br>

As it hardened Kathleen's eyes opened and she smiled
at me. "You are a good lover."
"Thank you. So are you."
She rolled on her side and saw that it was still raining.
The shutters that cover the sliding glass door from my bedroom
to the back yard were tilted open and we could see the rain
as it hit the surface of the pool not fifteen feet from where
we were warm, dry and nude. The light from the street light
in front of the house cast just enough light onto the surface
of the pool that we could see the rain hit. When Kathleen
turned she changed from holding me with her right hand to
her left. I put my left hand on her belly and pulled her back
against me. That pinned my cock and her hand between us.
I left my hand on her belly.
<br>

"Why did you pick me up?" she asked after a minute.
<br>

"The person I saw was standing alone at the side of
the road and the energy said I needed to stop."
<br>

"Do you drive past there often?"
<br>

"No. Maybe four times a year."
<br>

"Do you pick people up when you see them there?"
<br>

"Once, before today."
<br>

"Tell me about that time." her voice was a whisper.
<br>

"The sailor standing there was alone and had a duffel
bag next to him. There was nothing special looking about
him or the day; it just seemed to be the right thing to do."
<br>

"And…"
<br>

"And, it was. He was headed for LAX and a flight home.
His mom had a heart attack and he was on emergency leave.
I took him all the way to LAX and made a couple calls to get
him on a flight home."
<br>

"So, you are a good guy."
<br>

"That is my intention. It doesn't always work
out, but mostly."
<br>

She rolled back over to face me and said, "I like good
guys."
<br>

She took my left hand and put it on her breast. I felt her hardened
nipple against my palm. I leaned in and kissed her softly.
We had lots of time and no reason to hurry. After considerable
time rubbing tongues together and sucking-face as one
of my sons would say, I rolled her up on top of me so I could
feel as much of her touching me as possible. Her hard nipples
pressed against my chest. Her legs rested on top of mine
and my erection fit nicely between her legs. She opened
them just enough to allow my cock to stick up and then she
closed her legs so I was being held in place.
<br>

She kissed my neck and I kissed hers. Her lips were electrically
charged and every time they touched me I felt like jerking.
As she kissed I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin.
<br>

I put my hands under her arms on her ribs and lifted. I brought
her back up far enough that were again lips to lips. She draped
her legs so that she was straddling me and her pussy was almost
close enough for my hard on to touch her. However, it was
close enough that I could easily reach her pussy with both
hands.
<br>

So, I did. I parted her ass cheeks and used my fingers to caress
the space between her ass and her vulva. For some reason
I remembered what we said back in high school. That space
is called a taint. Taint pussy and taint ass. My mother had
heard my friend Kenny Barnham say that and she gave me hell
for weeks about it. I love taint. It is so intimate. It is
so much a sign of trust when a woman opens herself enough
to offer her taint for exploration, caressing and enjoyment.

<br>

I ran a fingertip to the bottom edge of her slit and gathered
her warm lubrication, spreading it on her taint using a
circular motion and moderate pressure. With her own lube
my finger slid over her skin easily. She moaned and wrapped
her arms around my neck.
<br>

We continued to kiss. I noticed that I felt a liquid drip
onto my lower belly. Kathleen was wet enough that she was
dripping on me.
<br>

She scooted down a few inches and her kisses resumed at the
base of my neck and my collarbone. More importantly, I felt
her wet slit against my anxious wish stick. It was wishing
it could be inside.
<br>

Kathleen reached back and guided the tip of my wish into
her willing fulfillment. The head popped in and her fluids
poured out. I thrust and moved in perhaps as much as an inch.
I began moving that inch, in and out, ever so slowly.
<br>

My corona was rubbing over an internal ridge in her vagina.
Every stroke in and out pushed me closer and closer to cumming.
It was doing the same thing to Kathleen. Her breath became
gasps. Her kisses stopped. Her hands held my nipples and
as she got closer and closer she pinched harder and harder.
<br>

"Maybe five more strokes Honey!" She said through
clenched teeth.
<br>

I shifted just a tiny bit and gave those final five strokes.
She was trembling and shaking as I thrust.
<br>

With each stoke she said, "Oh Yes!"
<br>

I counted out loud.
<br>

"One!" My hands pinched her nipples a little.
<br>

"Oh, Yes!" She pinched my nipples harder.
<br>

I pulled back across the ridge and then back in. "Two!"
A little louder.
<br>

I could feel my juices boiling and wondered if I would be
able to wait three more strokes.
<br>

"Oh, Yes!" She sucked my tongue as far into her
mouth as she could and I pulled back past her ridge.
<br>

I pushed hard into her and said, "Three!" I could
feel her pussy shuddering and starting its contractions.
<br>

She threw her head back and said, "Oh Yes! Give me more!"
<br>

I pulled out as far as I could. It felt like only the very tip
of my penis was still touching her opening. Then I raised
my hips, giving me more access to her and I thrust in across
the ridge and in an extra inch!
<br>

"Oh God! Oh, God! Now!!" She lost control and
shook hard. Her arms went back around my neck and tightened
their grip. Her legs gripped my legs and her pussy became
a vise holding my throbbing cock inside her. I could not
wait either and my juices pulsed down my shaft and entered
her!
<br>

At the first spurt I moaned and at the second I bellowed!
They seemed to get stronger and stronger and I thought I
might pass out! I had a hold of her nipples and as my orgasm
hit I pinched them hard. I sent her farther into her own orgasm.
She screamed and then went limp.
<br>

I pumped my juice into her for two or three more spurts and
then I took a huge breath and held still. Kathleen was motionless,
other than ragged breathing.
<br>

We fell asleep. When we awoke we were stuck together in our
own melded juices. Kathleen was still lying on my chest
but I was no longer inside her. She pulled us apart and then
took me by the hand and into the shower. We cleaned each other
and kissed each other for quite a while. As all good lovers
do we paid particular attention to every inch of skin available
for touching. When we did get out I dried Kathleen and she
dried me.
<br>

We were both very hungry so we raided the kitchen and quickly
cooked some enchiladas I had from Trader Joe's Market.
Kathleen had never had enchiladas before but seemed to
think they went well as an after sex meal.
<br>

After we ate we went back into the bedroom and stripped the
bed of the sex stained sheets. I took them and put them in
the washer and started the process. Kathleen put clean
sheets on the bed and was waiting in it when I returned.
<br>

She looked at me with a huge smile on her face and said, "Lee,
I'd like it if you would call me Kat." She turned
back the covers and invited me beside her. Being a gentleman
I did not refuse or even hesitate.
<br>

"Kat, I'd like to know how long you can stay."
<br>

"I have to be back on base before 0800 Monday morning."
<br>

"I'll drive you there, if that's OK with
you."
<br>

Her hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock and she said,
"If I stay can I keep playing with you?"
<br>

My answer was given when I rolled to her, took her in my arms
and spent the next few minutes kissing her. We fell asleep
tangled together.
<br>

The rest of the weekend was spent enjoying each other, learning
about each other and loving. I learned about the family
and the town where she had grown up. She learned about how
ill prepared southern California is for the infrequent
rains, how much I love walking at the beach while it rains,
and she discovered that she liked both of the Mexican restaurants
we went to.
<br>

I learned more about how to love her. We both learned that
two orgasms a day seemed to be my limit and that Kathleen
did not appear to have a limit. Kathleen loved being held
both when we were dressed and when we were in our skins. When
we slept we slept well together.
<br>

Sunday night I set the alarm for 0530. When we woke up we dressed
quickly and headed north. The rain had ended and as we approached
Point Magu the sun was up far enough that Kat saw how beautiful
the drive was between my home and the base.
<br>

As I pulled to the side of the base gate and stopped I looked
at my watch. It read 0744. Plenty of time for a wet good-bye
and a question.
<br>

I asked, "When can I see you again?"
<br>

Kat took my face in her hands and kissed me, long, warm, wet
and full of tongue. When she ended the kiss she kept holding
my face and said, "I am planning to be out at the bus
stop at 1700 on Friday night. I'd like to go see Malibu
and maybe some other places in California."
<br>

"Waiting at the bus stop is fine, but don't take
the bus. I'll be here waiting for you if that would be
something you want."
<br>

"I would like that very much."
<br>

We kissed once more and she got out of my car.
<br>

I was parked beside the bus stop at 1655 on Friday.