With my body ed up and my balls emptied out Heather hugs my head into her bare bosom, sm me in supple breast meat, and gives me a big ol’ smooch to the noggin.

  “I’m going to start on those omelets.” She says as she lets me go. “I’ll call you when they’re ready.”

  “ht, um…I help.”

  She smiles and rubs my chest. “Not tonight, handsome. You just rest those sore muscles awhile.” tinuing to rub my chest and staring at it with wistful grin she doesn’t leave right away. “Mmmm.” She hums dreamily then shakes her head. “Right. Omelets.” She ughs, pats my chest, dries her hands, then grabs her bra and shirt. As she rises I could see that she was moving funny thanks to the ragiion that even her loose skirt couldn’t hide. She leaves with a wink and quip. “Any more messes you’ll have to yourself.”

  I y iub staring at the closed door. As the warm water tio soothe my weary flesh all I could think about was my face buried in those soft titties.

  ***

  About a half an hour ter I stroll into the main room to fiher, dressed again and looking as good as ever, putting the finishing touches on our meals. Two ptes sit on the ter with a perfect half cirelet on each along with some sliced melon, shredded hash browns, a trio of breakfast sausages and ay space for whatever amazing smelling things she had baking in the oven. I still could not get over that there was somebody in this world illing to make me a fresh meal after I came home tired and hungry. What we’d done ihroom was unbelievable but for some reason this simple act of g touched me even deeper. They say that you get to a man’s heart through his stomach. This was more than that though. As I look at our tasty dinners it was the little things that stood out the most. The way she’d spread out the slielon into little fans, the way the sausages were id in precise rows led between the hash browns and the omelet, the way the shredded cheese and sliced scallion ced in a careful little mound atop the egg, just…everything. Every st thing on those ptes weren’t just plopped down there, they were pced with a purpose. I don’t know if Heather did this naturally even when she was alo in the moment it felt as if she’d do all just for me. Such a small thing but damn it made me feel great. Of course, I was still in the glow of a hard asm so that might have something to do with this warm, fuzzy feeling as well.

  “Just in time.” She says cheerily, opening the oven door. “Biscuits should just about be ready.”

  “Oh my God. Fresh biscuits!” I say as I admire the spread. “You did all this in half an hour!?”

  “Omelets don’t take long, silly.”

  “But…damn.” I shake my head. “Marry me!”

  “Don’t tempt me.” She bumps me hip to hip. “Set the table?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  The table is set and soon we’re sitting down to eat. My mouth is watering as I watch the golden butter melt over the steaming hot biscuits.

  “You got dressed.” She says as she ys her napkin across her p. “You could have worn your jammies.”

  “You mentioned a walk after supper?”

  “Ha! You were listening!”

  I chuckle as the image of her tits fsh through my mind again. “It wasn’t easy.”

  “I would love to go for a walk with you if you’re feeling up to it.”

  “I’m feeling good.” I say holy as that bath really had soothed much of the soreness away.

  “Good.” Taking her gss of wine she raises it. “Bon appetit.”

  I k mio hers. “Ditto.”

  She ughs theh take a sip and dig into to the scrumptious breakfast-dihat she’d created. I did find myself yearning for those crazy fvhs I’d experienced while uhe influence of her honey but that did nothing to take away from the good, wholesome deliciousness of the feast. We chat pleasantly as we eat, mostly about Heather’s day. She tells me all about a new local artist wanting to sell her work at the shop and how she kept trying to hustle and fast-talk Heather to accept lower pertages.

  “I swear these artists think that space pays for itself.”

  “Not to mention your time and salesmanship.”

  “Exactly!”

  “Did you, um, work something out?”

  “Yeah.” She says. “She accepted the offer. I’m gd too. Her stuff is really good. It lifts the whole shop.”

  “Gd to hear it! I’m sure she’ll be a hit.”

  She goes on about the details of her day, whicluded bringing me my lund buying my shoes, and I eat up every word with as much gusto as the meal in front of me. Even wheher was telling the most muory I found it endlessly iing. And it was clear as day just how much Heather appreciated having an uandio share with. A bit of attention e nothi what an effect it had. How many times had I just tuned out when Bir would go on about something uo me? The trast in my attention reminded me again that I had not been the greatest boyfriend to her. Lessons were being learned.

  It wasn’t until he end of the meal when the first lull in the versation gave me the opportunity to speak what had been dwelling on my mind. “So, um, you said that maybe I could watch…”

  “I said I’ll think about it.” She cuts me off, clearly expeg the question. “No promises.”

  “Of course.”

  It wasn’t a yes but the twinkle in her beautiful eyes kept the hope alive.

  ***

  After dinner we do the dishes the ready for our evening walk. Before long we are ba the park where we met the other day strolling unhurriedly with Heather holding my arm close to her side. Just like then the park was busy with soccer kids, cheering parents, frisbee friends, and piig young lovers. Nearly everything was the same, yet pletely transformed. I wasn’t oside looking in, I was a noart of the se. Where I once saw a mockery of my miserable existence I now saw it all as a firmation of the goodness of life. Back then I just wao be invisible, to disappear pletely, but tonight I weled the friendly smiles and greetings. And boy, I had no idea just how uplifting it could be to walk with a kind and geous woman on my arm, unafraid to show her e and affe for me. I swear that I was walking two feet taller.

  As we stroll past the magnolia I plue bright blooms and offer it to Heather.

  “Mmm.” She hums happily as she accepts it and takes a sniff of the sweet aroma. “Oh, Elliot. This is just lovely.”

  “Yeah.” I say. “It’s wonderful.”

  Squeezing my arm she sighs. “I’m so happy right now.”

  “I want you to be happy, Heather.”

  “I know.” She kisses my cheek. We walk a few more steps when she says. “You’ve woken things inside of me that I thought were dead and buried. You’ve been a ray of sunshihrough the clouds, my beautiful boy. You’ve brought some life back to this old widower.” She tucks the flower behind her ear, the white trasting stunningly against her rich brown hair. Dear God, could she get any more beautiful? “You’ve made me realize that I’m not as old as I tell myself that I am. That I’ve still got many good years to give to a good man.”

  “Oh?” I whisper, barely believing my ears as my smitte begins to glow.

  “After Alexander I hought I could…enjoy another man. When he left I…wasn’t sure I was going to make it. If it wasn’t for my kids…” She leaves the rest unspoken though ominous undercurrent of her tone brings her point home. “It is not easy to bond with a man fully. To fall in love. When it is taken away from you…your whole world is shattered. The pain is…unbearable.”

  “I uand.” I say, even though I really didn’t. Not in the way she meant.

  Her tone brightens again. “But you, my dear handsome man, you’ve let me see the light again. You’ve reminded me why men and women do the things they do and take the risks they take.” She giggles. “And you’ve certainly reminded me that my appetites have not diminished o.” After a long breath she says. “Thanks to you, Elliot, I…think I’m going to start dating again.”