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It Started in the Rain


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.

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.

"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.

A voice in my head said, "Too young for you old boy."
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.
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.
"Does it rain here a lot?" <br>
"Yeah, two or three days every couple of years."
"Figures. I wanted to see sunny California."
"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.
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.

"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.
At that moment the waitress brought menus. She smiled at

us, introduced herself and asked if we wanted to order anything

to drink.
"Can I get a beer?" She asked.
"I'll need to see ID, " the waitress said.

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

"Diet Coke, please." <br>
A second later the waitress was gone.
"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?"
"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.
"Wait. I don't even know your name." <br>
I realized that I was still thinking of her as she.
"It's Walters. Kathleen." <br>
I thought for a second she was going to rattle off her serial

number and rank. She didn't.
"Kathleen. Or do you like to be called something else?"
"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;

"What would you like me to call you?" I asked,

watching her expression.
"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.
"I appreciate that, but I asked what not when."
"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.
"You didn't tell me your name either."
She said after the waitress left.
"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.

"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.

"The education was in psychology, the experience

was in dealing with lots of abused kids, 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?"
I wondered how long she would keep pressing her breasts

against the table.
"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.
"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.
"This is on me. Support for our troops and all that."
I smiled at her.
"I'd like to pay my part. It takes the conversation

away from ‘I bought you lunch and you owe me'."
"I don't think like that, but if it makes you more

comfortable, your part is $12.50 including tip."
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.
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.
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."
"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.
She tilted her head and asked, "No grabbing either?"
"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.
Inside the car we laughed as we attempted to get situated.

Kathleen was mostly dry and I was completely soaked.
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."
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.

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

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.

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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Faster" was all she said.
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.
"You didn't come, did you?" She whispered.

I shook my head.
"Oh God I did. It may have been the best I have ever come.

Do you want to come in me?" I nodded.
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!
"Deep, " was what she said.
I pushed until I was as deep in her ass as I could go.
I pulled back and she said, "A tiny bit faster."
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.

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.

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

"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?"
"Once, before today." <br>
"Tell me about that time." her voice was a whisper.

"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."
"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.
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.

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

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.

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.

"Maybe five more strokes Honey!" She said through
clenched teeth.
I shifted just a tiny bit and gave those final five strokes.

She was trembling and shaking as I thrust.
With each stoke she said, "Oh Yes!" <br>
I counted out loud.
"One!" My hands pinched her nipples a little.

"Oh, Yes!" She pinched my nipples harder.
I pulled back across the ridge and then back in. "Two!"
A little louder.
I could feel my juices boiling and wondered if I would be

able to wait three more strokes.
"Oh, Yes!" She sucked my tongue as far into her

mouth as she could and I pulled back past her ridge.
I pushed hard into her and said, "Three!" I could

feel her pussy shuddering and starting its contractions.

She threw her head back and said, "Oh Yes! Give me more!"
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!
"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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Kat, I'd like to know how long you can stay."
"I have to be back on base before 0800 Monday morning."
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I was parked beside the bus stop at 1655 on Friday.

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Great story, but hard to read with the double spacing. We
were thinking Paradise Cove, until you mentioned the pier.
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