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 ï>¿Flashing Tommy by xeriscapartist

   An accidental exposure leads to an interesting morning.

   It would have been wrong to call Ron a boyfriend.  Ron was just a guy
that I met in a bar.  We started partying together and I wound up sleeping
with him for a couple of months.  At 6-'3", Ron was far too tall for me. 
He was otherwise average in every way and although a nice enough guy, there
was no way I was ever going to fall in love with him.  Our common ground
was alcohol and a little white powder.  Ron had the party, I had the pussy.
Was that a fair exchange?

   Ron shared a small house with another guy.  He was named Tommy.  Tommy
was the guy that I wished that I had met first.  He was dark and handsome
and not so damned tall.  He had nice hair and drop dead gorgeous brown
eyes. He was also kind and charming and his personality was much more to my
liking than Ron's.  The bad part is that Tommy had a girlfriend.  About
half of the time that I was spending time at Ron's, Tommy was over at his
girlfriend's place.  But there were times that Tommy was at there and we
all hung out and partied together.  I got to know Tommy better during those
times.

   It was a rare Friday night that Ron asked me over.  Ron worked every
Saturday, so a Friday date was unusual.  We went out to dinner and then
came back to his house for a nightcap and an early night of me riding his
cock to orgasm.  Without the powder, we crashed out before midnight.  Ron
got up early the next morning and headed to work.  He told me to sleep in
and to make myself at home as he left.

   I got up around nine and walked to the bathroom, slipping one of Ron's
shirts over me as a cover-up.  Walking out of Ron's room, I noticed that
Tommy's door was open and his bed was made.  I assumed he was at his
girlfriend's and that I was alone in the house.

   I used the rest room and then went to the kitchen to make a pot of
coffee.  I'd get in the shower while the coffee was brewing and have it
after my shower, then head back to my place for the day.  I'd be back for
the Saturday night's festivities with Ron later in the evening.

   After a long, hot shower, I wrapped my hair in a towel and wrapped my
body in another.  I slipped back into Ron's room, dropped the wet towel and
grabbed his terry bathrobe before going out to the kitchen for my coffee.
To my surprise, Tommy was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching
TV.  I said hello and told him I was surprised to see him in that I thought
he was out.

   Tommy told me that had had just gotten home and he had seen my car
parked out front and heard the shower running.  He said he figured I was
the one in the shower.

   I told Tommy that I had just made a pot of coffee and I offered him a
cup.  He accepted.

   I disappeared into the kitchen and came back with 2 steaming mugs.  I
walked over to Tommy and bent forward to hand him his cup.  Since I hadn't
had my coffee yet, I was not even thinking that I was still naked under the
robe.  The robe opened as I bent forward, affording Tommy a good view of my
naked chest.  I looked into Tommy's eyes and he looked surprised, but
smiled at the surprise viewing.

   I thought I would save my embarrassment by taking my cup to Ron's room,
but Tommy asked me to join him.

   "I-I should go get dressed." I stammered.

   "You're fine." he soothed.  "Sit and have coffee with me."

   I thought it would be rude to run away and ignore his invitation, so I
sat down on the sofa, about an arm's length away from him.

   Tommy started a conversation and we talked and sipped our coffees.  He
reached the bottom of his cup and sat the empty on the table in front of
us. I asked him if he'd have another cup and he accepted.  I reached for
his cup and the robe opened up once again.  I had just flashed him for the
second time and this time, he chuckled.

   Somewhat embarrassed, I quickly grabbed the cups and headed back to the
kitchen, filling them again with fresh brew.  I picked up the filled cups
and turned, only to see Tommy had followed me and was standing in the
kitchen door.  He stepped toward me and held his hand out, I thought for
the cup.  Instead, he reached toward me and touched the terry fabric of the
robe.

   "Thanks for the coffee," he said softly, "Did you mean to show me
something...?"

   I had a hot coffee in each of my hands and Tommy raised his hand to
touch the flesh exposed above the collar of the robe.  I froze at his touch
and he slid his fingers downward, between my breasts and slowly slid the
robe open.  His hand stopped at the belt closure of the robe, around my
waist.

   I said nothing, but also did nothing to stop him.  I looked deep into
those gorgeous eyes and I felt my body respond.

   "Can I untie this?" he asked softly as his fingers bounced on the robe's
belt.

   "OK" I whispered.

   Tommy took the coffees from my hands and sat them on the counter top. 
His hand returned to the belt and he loosened it, allowing to open. 
Tommy's eyes lowered to the space between my breasts and then sank even
lower until he spotted my pubic curls.  His eyes pulled back up to mine.

   "Thank you" he whispered and withdrew his hands from the fabric of the
robe.

   I realized that I liked having his eyes on me.  I reached to the opening
of the robe and pulled it open, exposing my breasts in full to this
handsome man.  Tommy smiled as he visually drank me in.  He then reached
forward and tried to pull the robe closed again.  I didn't let him.

   "Well..?" I said softly.

   "You're beautiful.." he whispered.  "but you know..  we are both... 
involved."

   "I don't mind." I whispered back.

   Tommy smiled again.  I had the feeling that he was having an internal
battle with his own better angels.  I chose to encourage his inner devils.

   I grabbed the collar of the robe and pulled it off my shoulders, letting
it slip down my arms and fall to the floor.  Naked in the kitchen with a
man I'd never even kissed.

   I reached up and pulled the towel from around my hair, allowing my still
damp curls to fall onto my shoulders.  Tommy stood, his mouth slightly
open, unsure of what to do.  He leaned against the counter, still surveying
my body.

   "Turn." Tommy said, making a gesture with his hand.  "I'd like to see
the other side."

   Slowly, I moved my feet to turn my backside toward Tommy.  I heard Tommy
exhale deliberately.

   "May I touch?" he asked.

   "OK."

   Then I then felt Tommy's fingers touch me between my shoulder blades. 
His fingers trailed slowly down my backbone and he stopped, just above my
ass.  I shivered.

   '"Are you cold?" he asked.

   "No..  I'm fine." I replied, allowing him to keep his fingers on my
lower back.  "Just tickled a little."

   "You have such a great ass." he mused as his fingers became his whole
hand as he slid a hand over my butt cheek.  "I've wanted to do this ever
since I first met you".  Tommy's free hand went to my shoulder and stayed
there as he surveyed my butt with the other.

   I could feel a slight pressure on my shoulder and I bent a little at my
waist.  Tommy's hand slipped between my legs and I felt his fingers on my
vulva.  Involuntarily, I moaned softly.

   "You're wet." came Tommy's voice from over my shoulder.  Tommy slowly
slipped a finger between my labia and he wiggled it, then sliding a finger
into me.  My body offered little resistance.

   I let out a low moan as his finger slipped into me.  The taboo of being
naked in front of him brought out something in me I hadn't experienced
before.  Many people had enjoyed my body before, but never without the
usual foreplay and flirtation.  And never without a kiss first.

   Tommy moved his hand from my shoulder and reached around to my front and
quickly made his way between my legs.  Two fingers from one hand rubbed my
clit and his middle finger on the other hand explored my depths.  Both of
his hands were on my most sensitive of spots and I began to feel his breath
on my shoulder.

   "Bend over a little more." Tommy urged and I bent to where my elbows and
forearms were on the countertop and I slid my heels outward.  My backside
had to be sticking way out there.

   "Perfect." he breathed, over my shoulder.

   The change of angle allowed Tommy's hand to move better and I felt him
enter me with his ring finger.  Two fingers in and the other two cradled my
vulva.  I could feel the heel of Tommy's hand pushed up tight against my
anus.  He had my pussy completely covered.

   Tommy stroked and rubbed me with abandon and within a few moments, I
felt the tingling and spasms of my orgasm begin to build.  My orgasm
started quickly and it shot like a rocket through me, making my knees weak
as my weight collapsed forward onto the counter top.  Tommy quickly
withdrew and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from falling.  As I
settled down, Tommy released his hold around me and I started to laugh
softly.

   "What is it?" Tommy whispered, still from over my shoulder.

   "That was not how thought I would start my morning." I joked.

   "Me either." he answered.

   A few moments passed and I regained my composure.  I turned around and
kissed Tommy on the mouth.  A real first kiss.

   I broke the kiss and we both giggled.  We both realized the
ridiculousness of the situation we were in.  As the laughing subsided, I
looked Tommy in the eye and said "Can I see you, too?"

   Tommy's eyes shifted and he looked away.

   "Well, there's Cindy, and..".  he said.

   "I know."

   "I think I need to.."

   Sensing Tommy's reluctance, I blurted "We don't have to have sex, you
know..."

   He nodded.

   "This is just between us, Tommy" I added.  "we don't have to tell
anyone."

   "Our secret?" he asked.

   "Just us." I added.

   I wanted him so badly at this moment.  A vulnerable, handsome man would
always have my attentions.

   "You promise?"

   "I promise, Tommy."

   Tommy had done his fondling and fingering from behind me and my hands
were busy holding myself up, so I had no way to engage with Tommy's body
while he engaged with mine.  I had no idea of what to expect from Tommy. 
I'd soon find out.

   "I guess it would be unfair not to, considering.." Tommy chuckled.

   "After I let you finger fuck me?  Damned right!" I retorted.

   Tommy grinned and stepped back a step, placing his hands in his pockets.
"OK"

   I leaned back against the cabinet and he stood in front of me, as if he
was waiting for instructions.  I obliged.

   "The shirt.." I said.  "off!"

   Tommy smiled as if he found pleasure in me giving him direction.  He
reached to the bottom hem of his tee shirt and lifted it upward, revealing
a flat belly with just a fluff of dark hair around and below his navel.  He
brought the tee up to his underarms and changed the position of his arms so
he could raise it up and over his head.  A thin layer of dark curls were
scattered over his breastbone, but not over the rest of his pectorals. 
Raising his arms over his head, I realized the triangular shape of a strong
upper body and broad shoulders.  Tommy tousled his hair as the collar
popped over his head.  Tommy tossed the tee to the floor.

   Shirtless, he looked at me, seeming to look for approval.  I liked his
build.  I nodded my approval.

   Tommy looked at me.  "Pants?" he asked.

   "Yep." I nodded, leaning back against the cabinetry, enjoying his
performance.

   "I'm not wearing underwear." he said, stalling.

   "Even better." I quipped.

   Tommy brought his hands to his midsection and unbuttoned and unzipped
his pants, allowing me just a glimpse of the area below the belt.  He moved
his hands to the sides and pushed the top of his pants down to his knees,
bending at his waist to do so.  Tommy returned to his standing position,
revealing his genitals.

   As a man, Tommy was well equipped.  His cock and balls were nestled in a
nest of dark curls.  It was obvious that he was above average in terms of
size, compared with others I have seen.  His shaft was broad and the color
matched his skin tone.  Further down, a darker circumcision scar and then a
lighter, peachy-pink and perfect glans head at its end.  His balls appeared
small, nestled into his curls and partially hidden by the rest of him.

   Tommy braced himself against the counter as he lifted a leg to extricate
himself from the jeans that were bunched up around his knees.  He stepped
out and was now totally naked.

   I giggled and held out one hand, gesturing for the turn around that he
had done with me.  Starting at the ankles, I admired the strong calves and
thighs, moving up to a cute little guy butt, upward to the outward taper of
his shoulders.  The man was well put together.  I had him stay there, while
I admired the view.  Tommy turned back around, without my permission I
might add, and he stepped toward me.

   It was obvious that he was enjoying this.  After facing me, I could tell
that his cock had started engorging, beginning to stand away from his body.
I was rapt as I watched his blood engorge him, pulsing ever larger, ever
straighter, ever more impressive.  Every beat of his heart filling his
phallus to a scale I'd never seen.  Fully erect now, I reached out to touch
him.  First one hand and then the other.  I was mesmerized at the sheer
size of this man.  I couldn't touch my fingers around his girth and both of
my hands could fit on the shaft.  I looked up and Tommy was grinning at me
widely.

   I think he could tell that I was amazed at what I was seeing.  I was.  I
could only think that I was looking at the business end of a skin-colored
softball bat.

   "I think I see why Cindy likes you.."

   Tommy chuckled.  "She likes it."

   I held Tommy's cock in my hands, absentmindedly stroking him slowly.

   Tommy broke my daydream.  "You know we can't go further with this,
right?"

   "But, I'd like to.." I said.

   "I can't.  It's Cindy"

   I thought for a few moments, still slowly stroking his big cock.

   "I get it." I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

   "Don't stop, though...  I'm enjoying your hands on me."

   I smiled.  Tommy started to shift his hips into my hands, making my
strokes more intense.

   'This is OK?" I asked, referring to the hand job he seemed to be
encouraging.

   "Yeah..  it's good."

   I was in.  I'd use my hands to bring this big dick to completion.  I
dropped to my knees for a closer look and to improve my position.  Faster
and faster my hands moved as Tommy groaned his appreciation.  Within a
minute or two, Tommy grunted loudly as his cock erupted, sending his cum
spurting onto my neck and chest.  I slowed my strokes and came to a stop as
he stopped cumming.  I released my grip and Tommy opened a nearby drawer
and retrieved a dish towel.  I wiped up and handed the towel back to him. I
got up and kissed Tommy once more.

   I turned away and walked back toward Ron's room.  Tommy followed me down
the hall, but turned into his own room.  I know he was checking out my ass
along the way.

   Time to get dressed and head on home.

   As I dressed, I looked in Ron's mirror and noticed a sheen on my skin
where I had wiped off Tommy's cum from my chest.  Tommy had left his mark
on me, in more ways than one.  I'd wear this mark for the rest of my day,
thinking of the morning's events.

   I'd see Tommy again when I was back at Ron's place that night and we'd
give one another short, knowing looks when our eyes met.

   My thing with Ron soon fell apart, so I didn't see Tommy again until we
ran into one another at the grocery store a few weeks later.  We agreed to
meet to have a drink that night.



   Flashing Tommy, Again

   I meet my Ex's roommate in a grocery store...

   It was a Saturday morning and I was out shopping for a few groceries at
the local food mart.  A familiar voice came from over my shoulder as I was
deciding on which head of lettuce to drop into my cart.

   "Hey, Stranger!"

   I turned my head to see a familiar face a few feet away from me, smiling
and looking handsome as ever.

   "Tommy!  Hi!" I squealed, making my joy in seeing him perhaps just a bit
too obvious.  I quickly scanned the area around him, wondering if his
girlfriend Cindy was close by.  She wasn't.  Tommy was shopping on his own.
I stepped toward him and wrapped my arms around him with thoughts of our
encounter in his kitchen flooding my mind.

   We immediately fell into the obligatory conversation about our well
being and the condition of those we both knew.  I asked about Ron, Tommy's
house mate, whom I had a brief affair with and had recently broken off.

   "Ron's fine." he began.  "Working today, as usual."

   "Gotta make that big money." I answered.

   "For sure, particularly with his habits." Tommy answered, referring to
Ron's penchant for the nose candy.

   I looked down for a moment.  "Yeah, I think he might have a problem,
Tommy."

   I didn't really care.  I had quit seeing Ron a few weeks ago as his coke
consumption was getting way out of hand.  I began to feel that trouble
couldn't be far away considering his habits and I didn't want to be
involved.  I didn't really like Ron all that well anyway, nor did I love
him, so I broke it off.  I was a single girl once again.  I changed the
subject of conversation away from Ron quickly.

   "So- out shopping for groceries on your own today?" I remarked
playfully, trying to uplift the mood of the conversation.

   "Yeah, needed a few things." he began.

   "How's Cindy doing?"

   Tommy paused for a second.  "Cindy and I are on a break right now.  I
told her I needed some space."

   "I'm so sorry." I retorted in contrived sympathy.  My mind again sent
racing back to jerking him off in his kitchen.

   "She wants me out of Ron's place.  She wants me to move in with her.. 
and I'm not ready for that." Tommy laughed a little.  "Guess I pissed her
off."

   "Oh..." was all I could muster.

   "She's right.  Ron's on a bad path and I think I need to get out, but I
can't afford a place on my own and I don't want a live-in situation."

   In that moment, I saw an opportunity to help Tommy and maybe myself. 
"Maybe I could check with my landlord.  He has a few places around and
might have something open."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, my rent is pretty reasonable and the place is OK.  Maybe he has
something else like it."

   "Could you check with him and let me know?

   "I'd be glad to.  I'm heading home shortly and will give him a call. 
Call me this afternoon."

   "That'd be great!  Thank you." Tommy paused, "But I don't have your
number."

   I reached into my bag and grabbed a pen and a note pad.  I scribbled my
number on the pad and handed the slip of paper to Tommy, all the while
wanting to be so bold as to tuck it into his pants pocket...  or maybe into
the waistband of his jeans...  but I didn't.  I handed him the note.  "Call
me this afternoon."

   Tommy smiled with that wonderful grin of his.  My knees weakened a
little.  We wrapped up our conversation with a promise from him to call me
later in the day.  I gave Tommy a hug as we parted ways.

   "Great to see you, Tommy." I said softly.

   "It was great to see you, too." he said.  I wondered if he, too was
thinking about that time, a few weeks ago.

   *****

   I live in one of the big, grand houses out on the Millionaire's Row. 
While that's a true statement, the fact is that I really just have an
efficiency apartment that was carved out of the third floor of a former
millionaire's home.  The millionaires have long since passed and their
families have moved away.  Investors bought up the big, old houses on the
cheap and carved them up into odd apartment spaces for those of limited
means, myself included.  My apartment is on the third floor in what was
probably a servant's quarters.  A sitting room, a bedroom with a small bath
with a shower and a tiny little kitchen space was my home.  Totally
adequate for a small woman, living on her own, like me.

   After returning from the store, I called my landlord and told him about
Tommy, who was looking for a small place for himself.  My landlord told me
that he was in the process of getting an apartment ready in a house about
two blocks from mine and told me if he wanted to see it, his crew would be
working there until 5:00 today, and we if we could get there before then we
could look around.  I found out the rental rate and told him I'd get back
to him if Tommy was interested.

   Tommy called me about 2:00 and I told him about the place.  He was
interested.  He agreed to meet me just before 5:00 at the address and we
could take a look.

   "Maybe we could grab a drink afterwards?" Tommy suggested.

   "Sure." I readily agreed.

   I felt the need to get a little dressed up to meet him, particularly if
we were getting together after looking at the apartment.  I decided to take
on a real estate woman's persona and picked out a nice pair of jeans, a
crisp white shirt and a sporty tweed jacket.  I decided not to wear a bra.
I left the top three buttons of the shirt unbuttoned.  The jacket would
cover and maybe, just maybe I could catch Tommy's eye once again.

   Since the apartment was close by, I walked over to the building and
found Tommy just getting out of his Mustang just as I arrived.  It was
about 10 minutes before 5:00 and the crew was carrying their tools and drop
cloths out to a van.  Taking on my imagined real estate agent identity, I
stopped one of the crew and told them about the landlord's offer to let us
look at the unit and he told me to go ahead, but to watch out for wet
paint. He told me that they had just finished and asked us to lock the door
on our way out.  I assured him I would.

   The house was rather like the one I lived in.  It was large, and was at
one time a grand family home.  Not quite as large as mine, but still two
stories and ornate- once a showplace for those who built the home and the
family that lived there.

   The available apartment was on the second floor at the top of a grand
staircase.  Beautiful original stained glass windows lit the carved wood of
the staircase and the entry hall.  Above, I imagined a grand crystal
chandelier, only to see a more contemporary and plain light fixture where
the chandelier likely once shone.  A plain, wood door and painted wall was
fitted into what was probably the entry door to a grand parlor at the front
of the house.  Nevertheless, the space showed it's antique opulence and
charm.

   Tommy and I looked about at the entry and then decided to go upstairs
and look at his potential new space.  I made sure to take the stairs before
Tommy as I hoped his eyes would once again take in my backside as we
ascended the steps.  I tried to add just a little extra sway as I climbed.

   The pungent aroma of fresh paint greeted us as we topped the stairs. 
Doors with house numbers led off the hallway, indicating what were likely
once bedrooms, now turned into small living quarters.  The door was open
for unit F and we let ourselves in.  The space was two rooms, one a bedroom
with the closet space converted to a tiny bathroom and the other a living
space with a small row of cabinets and counter top, a small range and a
refrigerator along one wall.  Little of the charm of the old home survived
here, but the space was fresh, light and clean.  Ready for a new occupant.

   Tommy looked around the apartment and I made suggestions how he could
place furniture to optimize the living space.  The room was warm and a
little stuffy, having the windows only slightly opened for ventilation as
the paint dried.  I slipped my jacket off and draped it over one arm,
hoping not to ruin it if I were to bump into any wet paint.  Tommy looked
over at me and smiled.

   "This could be livable..  what do they want for the place?"

   I told him what the landlord had told me.  He nodded and told me he'd
think about it, while still looking around the apartment.  I could imagine
that he was considering living this part of his life here.

   "That's just a little bit more than what I pay Ron." Tommy mused.  He
took one last look around and nodded.  "Cool.  Thanks for lining this up."

   I glanced downward at the floor and noticed a considerable amount of my
decolletage was visible, mostly from the way I was cradling my jacket.  I
chose not to adjust it and turned to face Tommy again.  I watched his eyes
as they glanced downward.  Tommy was looking.

   We walked out of the apartment and closed and locked the door as we had
promised the landlord, then down the hall and the stairs to the large front
porch.  We both drew in large gulps of fresh air, laughing a bit together
as we exhaled.

   "Paint fumes were pretty strong in there..." Tommy said.

   "A little bit." I agreed, still laughing just a little.

   "I was thinking." Tommy began.  "How about we go have a drink somewhere
to wash the paint fumes away?"

   "OK," I agreed, "but I walked here."

   "I'll drive.  I'll drop you home after."

   "Deal."

   Tommy and I walked toward his car and he told me with passenger door was
broken and that would only open from the inside.  "I'd open your door for
you, otherwise."

   "No problem." I said as Tommy circled around to enter the driver's side.
"It's not like we are on a hot date or anything!"

   Tommy laughed.

   The car rocked a little as Tommy jumped in.  I bent down to grab the
door handle, I felt a rush of cool air against my chest.  I knew at that
point that my girls were on display again.  If Tommy was looking through
his passenger window, he'd get a good look.  I was in favor of that.

   I heard the door unlatch and pulled the door open and tossed my jacket
into his back seat and stepped into the car.  I settled into the passenger
seat.  I expected Tommy to start the car, but he didn't.  I looked over to
see him looking at me.

   "Are you showing off again?" he asked me in a soft voice.

   "What?"

   "I've been watching.  Your top has opened and I've seen your chest a
couple of times."

   'Oh?  Do you think I've been trying to show off like I did in the
kitchen?"

   "Maybe..."

   "If that were the case, I'd have opened up my top..  Like this.."

   I reached down and unfastened the fourth button down, pulling back the
fabric until it cleared my breasts on either side.

   Tommy smiled that wide smile and chuckled softly.  Tommy's eyes drank me
in.  He turned in his seat, extending a hand to my breast, then softly
caressed me with the back of his fingers.  Tommy's skin made contact with
my areola and my nipples began to rise.  He slid a nipple between two of
his fingers and gently pressed, eliciting a gasp from me.

   "I didn't spend enough time with these in the kitchen..." he murmured.

   'You'll have time." I said, very softly.

   Bam!  The sound of a car door closing behind us.  Tommy pulled his hand
back and I grabbed at my shirt to get it closed back up and refastened the
buttons.  After all, we were parked on a city street in full daylight. 
Tommy just kept grinning.

   I looked over my shoulder to see a man walking toward the building next
door.  Phew- we hadn't been seen, at least by him.

   "Probably not the best place for this." I said, a bit of tension in my
voice from nearly being caught, exposed.

   "Good point." Tommy chuckled.  We sat for a moment, quiet.

   "Now, how about that drink, Tommy?"

   "For sure...  Where would you like to go?"

   "There's a liquor store over on Main."

   "And then?"

   "My place?"

   "Deal."

   *****

   I gave Tommy instructions on how to get to the store and once we got
there, he turned to me and asked what I was drinking.  "Vodka.  Vodka and
Tonic.  Just like in the Elton John song." The tune of Goodbye Yellow Brick
Road entered in my mind.  Thank you, Elton.

   Tommy laughed and opened his door.  Into the store he disappeared, only
to return with two bottles and a large bottle of tonic water.  "Just in
case you're really thirsty." he said, tossing the packaged goods in my lap.

   Settling back into his seat, Tommy turned to me with a serious look on
his face.  "Can I ask something?"

   "Of course."

   "Is that something you do all the time?"

   "What?  Oh!  The showing off?  No.  I don't."

   Feeling the need to explain myself, I started- "The first time was an
accident.  I had no plans to let you see me or let you touch me, but when
it happened, it felt really good."

   "I sure enjoyed it."

   "Thank you for that...  but by the time you opened up the robe, it felt
very sexy and...  it felt right."

   Tommy smiled.

   "I feel really comfortable with you, Tommy.  I like you.  If I didn't,
we wouldn't be having this conversation."

   "I understand...  now tell me how to get to your place."

   *****

   The drive to my apartment only took two minutes.  Tommy found a parking
spot on the street and jumped out.  He walked around the car and up to my
door.

   "Remember, you have to let yourself out, it's broken."

   I grabbed the door latch and swung the door open.  Tommy reached in to
grab the drinks from my lap.  He took my hand as I got out of the car.  He
held my hand as we walked up the walk and to the front door.

   "Big house." he quipped.

   "Yep, but my place in it is very small." I unlocked the master lock and
let us both in.  He motioned for me to lead the way, once again getting the
chance to ogle my behind as we ascended the stairs.  I loved it.  We
arrived at the top of the second set of steps and I unlocked the door to my
place.  "Before you come in..."

   "Yes?"

   I tossed my arms around Tommy's neck and pulled his lips to mine.  We
kissed for several minutes in the hallway before I even opened my door.

   "I feel like I've been flirting with you all day." I whispered, pulling
him to me once again.  A second kiss, and then a third.  Tommy pulled the
tail of my shirt out of my jeans and his hands slipped up over the bare
skin of my back.  Tommy wasn't backing down this time.

   "I get it now.  I wasn't totally sure until you opened up your top in
the car." he paused.  "I guess I'm a little dense sometimes."

   "You're precious..." I said, mildly mocking him.  "Now..  How 'bout that
drink?"

   Swinging the door open, I let Tommy in first.  He looked around my
place, smiled and nodded.

   "I like it..  it's cozy."

   "Thank you." I said softly.

   Tommy pulled me close and kissed me once again.  Breaking the kiss, he
said "You know, I've always had this fantasy of having a topless
bartender." He began to reach for the buttons on my top.  One by one, the
buttons were freed.  He pulled the shirttails from the waistband of my
jeans, exposing me from my neckline to my navel.  He raised his hands to my
shoulders, spreading the shirt open, then pushing it off my shoulders.  The
cotton fabric slid down my arms and fell to the floor.

   "How do you like your drink, sir?"

   Tommy slid his fingers over my breast once again, eliciting the same
excited reaction from me.

   "Strong, with lots of ice." He chuckled.  "In fact, make it a double."

   I retrieved two glasses from my cupboard.  I filled both with ice,
cracked the vodka's seal and filled the bottom half of each glass with
Vodka.  I found a lime in my fridge and cut it and squeezed it over the ice
and topped them with a measure of the tonic.  Tommy watched me intently and
I picked up both glasses and brought them to him.  He took one from me and
raised it in a toast.

   "To new beginnings.."
   "New beginnings." I echoed, lightly tapping my glass to his.