Ch 02: Dr. Malcolm Dash
Between my brother's legs, I found happiness, acceptance, and love until his life suddenly ended in a senseless motorcycle accident. It felt as if my life was also over.
Emotionally empty, sexually unfulfilled I met a man who helped me see that life goes on.
What's that old saying? "When one door closes . . . another door opens."
Note: Suspend your disbelief and open your mind to the innovative and unorthodox.
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Why don't you let me take you to dinner tonight, you know to welcome you to Shingletown?
"Thank you for asking, but I'm sorry, I don't think so. I'm a little tired, it was a long drive, and I just want to clean up, eat and go to bed," I said with an apologetic smile.
"Well, how about breakfast in the morning? Meet me at the Shingletown Diner around nine. It's just a few stores down the street. You can have a good breakfast, and maybe I can show you some of the highlights of Shingletown. What do you say?"
After a short pause, with a broad smile, I said, "Sure, sounds good, I'll see you at nine."
"Good, see you then," Malcolm said as he ambled out of the store, got into his pickup truck and drove away.
By the time I finished my shopping and finally got to the house, I was tired and just wanted to relax for a few minutes with a glass of my favorite wine.
After unloading the car and putting away the groceries, I went into the bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. I slipped on an oversized shirt that had belonged to my brother Jack and returned to the kitchen where I poured myself another glass of wine before going out onto the rear deck.
Out here in the mountains, it was quiet and calm, and unless you knew which road to take, you could easily drive past the house and miss it. The house itself was located in a clearing, surrounded by tall trees and practically hidden from view. The rear deck was my favorite part of the house; it jaunted out from the back of the house and overlooked a beautiful valley and stream.
It was early evening and standing on the deck, watching the beautiful sunset was comforting. With my wine glass in hand, I walked over to one of the lounge chairs and stretched out. Though the day had been warm, my brother's old shirt helped cut the light breeze in the evening air. I could smell his scent on the shirt, and I immediately thought of him. I held the sleeve of his shirt up to my nose, inhaled deeply, and could feel my clit begin to throb, and a familiar wetness develop between my legs.
I leisurely sipped my wine, as my hand trailed down to my clit and without really being aware I began to rub my clit lightly with my fingers until it was hard and peeking out from under its fleshy pink hood. Making small, tight, circular motions over my clit, I could feel myself becoming warm and sticky between my thighs. I slipped two fingers into my pussy and began working them in and out and immediately felt the twinge of an orgasm begin. I quickly pulled my fingers out, not yet ready to orgasm.
My body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration as I lay quiet and still until the urge to climax subsided. On my back, my legs apart, I placed my fingers on the outside of my clit shaft and started sliding them up and down along the sides. Gasping as a soft shiver went through me, I glided my fingers into my pussy again and began to sway my hips, humping my fingers. After just a minute or two, my breathing increased, and I was reduced to moaning and squirming, murmuring Jack's name when a hard, rippling orgasm swept over me.
As my body recovered, I could feel the cool dampness between my thighs. Naked, except for my brother's unbuttoned shirt I lay there, my legs splayed open, my breasts swollen and flushed pink, my nipples still hard and brown with excitement, I closed my eyes and began to cry . . . I missed him.
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Mal was one of three doctors who lived in or around Shingletown a small town in the Shasta Mountain area of Northern California. Mal's specialty was Obstetrics and Gynecology, and I knew from goggling him that he had developed several innovative and unorthodox labor and delivery procedures. He was quite popular with his patients and known throughout the area as being one of the foremost physicians in his field. Mal was an attractive man for his age (mid forties), divorced for many years, and had one grown son who as it turned out was a few years older than I was. He was a physically imposing man; tall and fit with dark hair, brown eyes, and rugged facial features. From his demenor it was evident that Mal was someone used to being in control, giving orders and having things and people do as he wished.
Sitting there that morning, at the Shingletown Dinner, listening to him talk and enjoying the sound of his laugh, I was surprised to discover that I liked Malcolm or Mal as he asked me to call him; I knew right off that we would be friends. After breakfast, we wandered through the downtown area with Mal pointing out the historical buildings, the town's library, high school, drug store, pizza parlor, city hall, police and fire station. By the time I headed home that afternoon, I felt as if I had lived in the town for years.
Mal and I saw each other every day my first week in town. Though we hadn't known each other for very long, Mal invited me to accompany him to an awards dinner at the hospital the following weekend, and I happily accepted.
The day of the awards ceremony quickly arrived, and I must admit I was excited. It had been a long time since I had dressed up and I wanted to be at my best, I wanted Mal to be proud of me. Taking my time to bathe, perfume my body and fix my makeup and hair, I slipped into a simple but classic 'little black dress.' Form fitting, mid-thigh with bare shoulders, it highlighted my small waist, tight ass, and firm, full breasts. With my thick, wavy hair brushed back and cascading mid-way down my back, I presented an attractive and desirable little package.
