Ramona

50 year old widower falls in love with 22 year ol waitress

With a heavy sigh, I put my wedding ring on my right ring finger. Widower. The word still felt hollow. Even though it had been over a year since my wife and daughter had passed away in a car wreck, the reality was only beginning to set in. A change of pace sounded like what I needed to clear my head. I already had a month of vacation days saved up. Money, by far, paled in comparison to having my wife and daughter, but the settlement was a tiny sliver of a silver lining. Since I had always wanted a DeLorean, I decided to splurge. A quick walk-through to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, and then I was off. There wasn't much cargo space in the car, not that I needed it. A duffle bag and a backpack were plenty.

I drove for five hours until I stopped. The monotony of the road was hypnotic, somewhat therapeutic. No plans meant I could stop wherever or whenever, so I decided to spend the night in a tiny little town. There was only one hotel, but it was decent. After spending one night I was back on the road. A lot of people seemed to be very interested in my car. Some even pulled alongside so they could take a photo. I didn't mind. In fact, it always seemed to brighten my mood. When I stopped for gas or a potty break, I let kids sit in it. Many of them had seen the movie that featured a car like mine and were mesmerized. I had decided to go all out and had decorative controls and lights just like the movie car installed. That night, I found a hotel in a small town. The town had maybe 30,000 people and a small university, so the restaurant and shopping options were a bit better than other places. After checking in at the hotel and dropping off my bags, I went to a locally-owned barbecue joint for lunch. That was one of my rules for when I was travelling; whenever I stopped to eat, unless I was in a hurry, I always ate at local restaurants instead of chains. The food at the BBQ place was good. I could taste the hickory smoke in the air. There were some kids in the parking lot looking at my car through the windows. In a mischievous but light-hearted gesture, I hit the door lock button on the key fob. When it beeped, the kids flinched and screamed. A chuckle from the waitress who was refilling my coffee drew my attention. "You're funny," she said in a sweetly accented voice. I grinned. "Yeah, I bet their parents are laughing even more." As I glanced her direction, I smiled even bigger. Early 20s, 5'6", blonde slender built. Her name tag said "Ramona." She smiled and winked. "You from out of town on vacation?" I nodded. "Taking some time off, having a road trip." That same bright smile. "So, no fam...." She cut herself off when she saw the ring on my right hand and the faint indentation on my left ring finger. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." I smiled reassuringly. "It's ok. It's been long enough that I don't mind talking about it." Ramona smiled and continued her waitressing duties. I paid, including a generous tip, then went to my hotel room. After smoking a cigar, I went inside for a shower and a glass of Scotch then fell asleep.

The next morning I decided to go back to that same BBQ joint since they also sold breakfast burritos. With a smile at my foolishness, I found myself feeling disappointed when Ramona wasn't there. I spent the rest of the day seeing local sights, going to the theater to see a movie, and even going to a children's group performance of the play "The Hobbit." Since I had no plans, no agenda at all, I decided to spend a few days in the little town. Something about its charm was very charming, enticing. That something became clear the next morning when I went to the barbecue joint for lunch. Ramona greeted me with a very cheerful smile. "Hey! I was worried you had left already." "No, I decided to stay a few days. This little town is really nice. Something about it is beginning to grow on me," I replied with a smile. She picked up on my cautiously flirtatious tone and winked. "Really? Anything in particular grab your attention?" I smiled a little bit bigger. "There might be." She giggled and blushed as she scribbled on the check before setting it on the table next to my hand then hurried off to finish her duties. My smile brightened and I blushed a little as I read what she had written. It was her phone number and "I get off at 5" with a smiley face. I left a generous tip and my cell number written on a napkin. It felt good to flirt and see her flirt back a little. Back in my hotel room, I relaxed and watched TV for a while, but my mind kept coming back to Ramona. Although I could tell that she was much younger than me, either this had yet to sink in or else I was just too "twitterpated" to care. Either way, I found thoughts of her to be pleasantly distracting. A little before 5, I showered and put on a polo shirt. I wanted to dress up a little, but I still wore jeans and cowboy boots. Ramona seemed to be the type who preferred to dress casually. Nevertheless, it was always good to look nice on a first date. "Date." Wow. It had been nearly 15 years since I had been on a first date. I knew I was ready to move on. I also knew that, like many others, she may be surprised at our age difference. None of that mattered to me.

I took a deep breath as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Ramona was sitting at a table near the door, chatting with some of her coworkers. She saw me pull in and waved. I started to come inside to get her, but after giving a brief hug to each coworker then she came outside. I got out and held the car door for her. As we drove off, I saw her coworkers watching us. The two guys waved politely. The woman, a matronly lady with her gray hair in a bun, was glaring at me with her arms crossed. I chuckled. Ramona laughed and turned her head. "What?" "The lady you work with appeared to be giving me the stink eye." "Oh, that's DeeDee. She's like a second momma to all of us. Very over protective." "Ok. I'll have to avoid her bad side." She laughed and smiled, one hand resting on my arm as it draped across the center console. I smiled at her casual light contact, relieved to know that she was comfortable enough around me to be willing to be the first to initiate physical touch. Even though I knew full well that she knew and was probably known at most of the local hang outs, I took her dancing at a local country bar. The desk clerk at the hotel had assured me that it was clean and reputable enough to take a lady there on a first date. That was important. I didn't want her to be seen with a stranger at some dive bar that was considered "seedy" or had a bad reputation. Ramona was slightly tall and had a slender frame, making her very light on her feet. I impressed her with my easy movement across the dance floor despite my height and large frame (6'2", 220lbs). We twirled and scooted across the floor with smiles lighting up our faces. Afterwards, we went to a local steakhouse, again at the recommendation of the hotel clerk. She had reassured me that it wasn't too upscale for jeans and boots but was nice enough to impress. It turned out that our waitress was a good friend of Ramona's.

"Hi, Ramona. Good seeing you. Who're you here with? Your uncle?" Ramona and I both laughed. I blushed slightly. Ramona shook her head. "No, he's a friend." The other girl, Lily, grinned and winked as she took our order. After she left, Ramona scooted closer, our hips pressing together. "Sorry 'bout that. She's sweet, though. An old friend." I smiled and played idly with a spoon. "Does that bother you? Our age difference?" She smiled and rested her hand on my thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. "If it bothered me, would I be on a date with you right now?" "I guess not," I said as I rested my hand on hers. She hesitated and grinned shyly. "So, you're how old?" "I'm 50." Her face barely flinched, seemingly unphased by the new information. "Oh. Ok. I'm 22." She fidgeted with her napkin. "Does that change anything for you?" I smiled and gave her thigh a soft squeeze. "If it did, would I still be on a date with you right now?" She chuckled and grinned, rested her head on my shoulder. We held hands briefly then our food arrived. Ramona impressed me by ordering a full rack of ribs and a loaded baked potato. After we ate, I walked her out to the car. "I, uh, would like to invite you back to my place, but 'my place' is a hotel. That might appear to be unseemly to prying eyes in a small town." To my surprise, she grinned and said, "We can go hang out at my apartment if that's ok." "Sure."

We arrived at her apartment, an average one-bedroom in a generic apartment complex. As she walked through her front door, she slid her boots off and then handed me the TV remote. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go change out of my work clothes." I set my boots next to hers then channel surfed through the apps, landing on a movie we could both get into, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Ramona came back in a few minutes later with her hair down (it had been up in braided pigtails) and wearing an old, comfortable t-shirt, sleep pants, and was barefoot. Although I tried not to be too conspicuous, I couldn't help but take a glance at her feet. They were somewhat long and slender, with long, nicely-painted toes. Very nice. She smiled in approval of my choice of movies then went to the fridge and came back with a beer for each of us. Clinking the glasses, she said, "Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women." I couldn't hold back my grin. This girl was pretty incredible. By the gentle bobbing of her breasts, I could tell that she didn't have on a bra. She caught me pretending not to look, once. All she did was chuckle and grin. As the movie progressed, we scooted closer and closer. Eventually, she was leaning against me with her head on my chest. Our arms were wrapped around each other's waist. When I began stroking her hair, Ramona sighed and rubbed my chest on top of my shirt. She looked up at me, and something passed between us.

We both leaned in. Our lips met, pressing together. Our tongues slid against each other, pulling each other into a mutually hungry kiss. A deep need was awoken within me as her hands clutched at my shoulders. I felt her sigh and her body sagged against mine. My hand brushed across her lower back where her shirt had bunched up. Ramona smiled and looked into my eyes as she slid her shirt up and off. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled sweetly and pulled me into a kiss. Her hands reached behind me and tugged my shirt up and off. Our bare chests pressed together and my hands roamed her back, kneading and rubbing. Ramona sighed and clutched at my arms. Very subtly, she pulled me to her then laid down. I sat up slightly and admired her youthful beauty. And she truly was beautiful. Her skin was soft and flawless. Perky A-cups, her breasts were just as flawless. They were topped by small, light brown nipples and were absolutely incredible. "Oh, wow." Ramona giggled slightly as I admired her. I leaned in and pressed my face into her cleavage then began kissing it and licking all over her breasts. Ramona gasped and stroked my hair. I sucked each of her nipples firmly, gently nibbling them. She groaned softly and pushed at my shoulders, urging me lower. My lips traveled down her chest to her flat tummy. I kissed her belly button. Ramona giggled, a sweet, light sound that I was beginning to really enjoy. As I edged lower and lower, she began to whimper softly.

Her hips raised up off of the couch, silently prompting me to continue. I rubbed her bare hips and looked into her eyes. "Should we, um...maybe move into the bedroom?" Ramona grinned shyly and nodded. I reached behind my back. Her curious expression became one of utter bewilderment when I set my pistol on the nightstand. She relaxed when I set my badge next to it. "Detective?" she asked. "Courtroom bailiff." We smiled as we continued to undress, both of us eager but shy. I lay on the bed next to her. She traced a fingertip slowly across my chest. "So, how long have you been a bailiff?" "About 22 years." For a second, we both froze. Then we cracked up laughing. We had already addressed the "elephant in the room" of our age gap, but it felt good to know that we could laugh about it. Ramona patted my chest and gave it a gentle squeeze. My hand rested on her hip. She blushed light pink and her hand began to drift lower. I lay on my back and let her explore. Ramona told me later that, despite her shy demeanor, she had only been with a couple of guys before. Still, she was curious about being with an older man. Her hand moved slowly, inching further and further down. When her fingertips brushed across the head of my cock, we both gasped. A shiver ran down my back. I kissed Ramona on the shoulder to reassure her that I was ok with the new, intimate touch. With a light, tentative grip she wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave it a firm squeeze. I closed my eyes and groaned.

She began to stroke, moving her hand up and down my length with a loose grip from her warm hand. I was already hard as a rock; she was just warming me up while giving herself a chance to look at me up close. It absolutely took my breath away when she leaned in and took my cock into her mouth. Demure though she may have been, she was very skilled at what she did. Slow up and down strokes with her mouth built me closer and closer to climax. My hips started gently pushing against her. Ramona pulled her mouth off of me and cradled my balls in her warm, soft hand. After she felt me relax, she gave my balls a tender rub. In one fluid motion, she swung her leg over to lay straddling me. Words weren't needed. Age didn't matter. One hand guided me to her. Although she was no shrinking violet, neither was she the type who "got around." It took some time and we had to pause a few times, but I was able to slide into her up to the hilt. Ramona's eyes went wild. "Wow. You're, um...kinda big. Gimme a minute." I rubbed her hips, feeling her inner walls quiver as they got used to stretching to pleasantly. "You ok?" "Mmmmhmmmm. I'm...this isn't my first time, just my first time in a while." She held herself up with her hands and relaxed. As she relaxed, her hips began to move. Slowly up and down in a steady, passionate rhythm, we made love. I pushed deeply but carefully upward into her. Her long, blonde hair fell across her face. She closed her eyes in concentration and bit her lip. "Mmm. Mmm, yeah." I squeezed her hips. Ramona lay full on top of me and kissed me deeply. My hands gripped her shoulders firmly as I returned her kiss. Her movements became more frantic. She broke away from our kiss and arched her back. "Mmm. Oh...oh, God yes. Yes. Gonna cum. Gonna cum." I kept my same pace. My balls began to churn. Seconds after her inner walls began to tremble, I emptied myself into her. Ramona's eyes squeezed shut. Her entire body shook several times then she lay flat on top of me, her head resting on my chest. For what felt like several minutes, neither of us spoke.

I stroked her hair and gently rubbed her back. She kissed my chest. "Don't worry. I had to have my tubes removed. I can't get pregnant." She would later explain that the hospital had frozen some of her eggs so that she could still get pregnant if she ever chose to. Ramona propped her chin up on my chest and looked into my eyes with a curiously somber expression. "Can I be honest and a little bit blunt for a moment?" I wrapped my arms around her comfortingly but without sexually touching her. "Of course." "I really like you, Tom. And I never go this far with a guy I've just met. You're special to me and I don't want to add pressure to something that may or may not be what I think it is, but....I just hope you don't see me as some 'roadside attraction' on your vacation and forget about me. I'm sure you're gonna move on, and that's fine, but I hope I'll get to see you again. At some point in the not too distant future." I was taken aback, gobsmacked. "Ramona.....you are very special to me, too. I'm not sure what my future holds at all, but if it's ok with you, I'd like to keep part of that set aside for you, for us." She smiled. A tear formed in her eye. "Thank you, Tom. I'd really like that." We kissed tenderly then she rolled off of me and lay on her side. I pulled the covers over us. Ramona snuggled close with her head buried in my chest and her arms wrapped around me. I stroked her hair with one hand and softly rubbed her butt with the other. Ramona sighed. "Mmmm. That feels nice. Don't stop." I gave one of her cute, pale cheeks a squeeze. She giggled. Soon we both drifted off to sleep.

We woke the next morning, a tangle of limbs. Ramona smiled and kissed my nose. I kissed her cheek. She hugged me and nuzzled her face against my chest. "I hate to be a buzzkill, but I've got to go to work. If you don't have plans or somewhere to be, you can come hang out at work with me, get to know some of my coworkers." I smiled and patted her on the butt. "Ok. That might be fun. Might even give me a chance to get on DeeDee's good side." Ramona chuckled. We got up and got dressed. Ramona eyed my pistol curiously. "You wanna hold it?" "Can I?" "Sure." I cleared the pistol and made it safe for her to handle. It's heavy." "It's a .45. The weight actually helps it not to kick as much." "Really? Cool. Can you take me shooting sometime?" "Yeah. That might be fun." We finished getting dressed, Ramona made us pancakes for breakfast, then we drove to her work. On the way, I stopped by a donut shop and brought donuts to share. When we walked in together, the place came alive with the buzz of conversation from her coworkers. Even the two guys she was talking to when I picked her up for our date seemed to be eyeing me with suspicion. Ramona gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "Don't mind them. They're like big brothers, a bit protective." I patted her arm. "DeeDee's the one I'm concerned with." She chuckled. "Yeah. You may have a point."

The manager, Johnny, came over in an obviously frazzled mood. The off-duty police officer who usually was there had been called off due to a traffic accident. "Wow. A BBQ joint that has an off-duty cop? Didn't realize that was that kind of a place," I mused with slight sarcasm. Johnny grinned. "It can actually get pretty rowdy when it's busy. Man. I have no idea how we'll get a cop here on short notice, especially with the accident investigation for the over-turned 18-wheeler." I grinned and showed him my badge. He glanced at it and appeared to be slightly confused. "A bailiff?" "I'm passing through on vacation. Ramona is a, um, good friend of mine." Johnny shrugged. "Good enough for me. $20 an hour plus lunch?" I shook his hand. Ramona had hurried off to help get things ready for the big crowd. "Works for me. Just one favor. Give the money to Ramona?" He winked and nodded but didn't say anything or let on to Ramona about the arrangement. Ramona wandered by and heard the first part of our conversation. "Good friend?" She pretended to be perturbed. I blushed and stammered. "Well, we haven't really talked about 'us' yet, so I wasn't sure how to describe you." She nodded and smiled, patted my arm. "We'll work on it."

The day was largely uneventful. The overwhelming majority of the customers were polite and drank responsibly. Except for one guy. He'd apparently had a few too many and took a very one-sided interest in one of the waitresses. Johnny motioned toward the guy then pointed toward the exit. I nodded. Walking over to the inebriated would-be Casanova, I tapped him on the shoulder. "That's it, pal. You're being asked to leave." I hoped that this would be sufficient to get him to quietly leave on his own. Not at all surprisingly, it did not suffice at all. "Fuck you. I ain't a-goin' nowheres. Who the hell are you, anyways?" "I'm a police officer and at this point I'm allowing you the opportunity to walk out on your own feet like a man." He apparently took umbrage at the very idea of his manhood being reflected on poorly. He stood up, staggered, then swung at me. I blocked it, side-stepped, grabbed his wrist. The next thing he knew, he was on his face with my knee in his back and was being placed in handcuffs. Someone in the background exclaimed, "Shit! That drunk guy got slammed harder than Monday Night Nitro." I lead the guy outside to wait for the local police to pick him up. On the way to the door, he decided he wasn't done fighting. He quickly went from a come-along hold with his hands behind his back to lying on his back. Local PD was chuckling as they took him into custody. A couple of people applauded when I came back inside. Ramona stared, wide-eyed. "Oh my God! Are you ok?" I shrugged. "Yeah. I'm fine." She was incredulous that I was so casual about the way I took the guy down and was so calm afterwards. One of the PD guys was able to stay, so I was "off duty." I stayed anyway, so that I could hang out with Ramona for a while. She brought me a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. With wide eyes and a somewhat startled expression, she said, "And after all that, you calmly sit down and eat pie." I wiped my mouth and reached out to hold her hands in mine. "I promise I'm not cold hearted or anything. Things like this are just part of my job. For me, it's not bizarre violence, it's like for you when a customer is rude or stiff you on a tip. It's not fun it's just something that you have to accept and move on." She managed a smile and squeezed my hands. "Huh. Wow. I've never looked at it like that. I guess I've never dated a cop before." "Well, I've never dated a waitress before." She chuckled and winked. "Dated, huh. And I was starting to think you were gonna leave town and move on." I smiled. "It's a nice little town. I might decide to stay. Would you be ok with that?" Her eyes seemed to sparkle. "Yeah. I would be ok with that. But only if it's what you want, if it's what's best for you."

As I was contemplating my response, the mid-day rush began. With the local PD guy there, I was just hanging out. So that I didn't distract her or get in the way, IK decided to make myself scarce. Ramona was busy, so I just waved. She smiled at me but was busy with a customer and couldn't talk. DeeDee was at the hostess stand, so I stopped by on my way out. Hey, DeeDee. Would you tell Ramona that I'll come back later? I'm gonna beat it so I don't distract her while the rush is on." DeeDee smiled and patted my hand. "Sure, sweetie. And hey, you take care of her. She's had it rough. She can't take another big hurt." Surprising even myself, I responded, "I would sooner hurt myself than her." She smiled. I left. For a while, I just wandered aimlessly, driving and thinking. Was I really falling for a waitress less than half my age? A kid? What was I thinking? Move to another state, sell my house, date a girl young enough to be my daughter? But the more I drove around thinking, the more I started to think that was exactly what I wanted. It was crazy. The mere thought made me think I had lost my mind. Then it made me smile. I did some more driving. After a couple of stops and a few phone calls, I figured things were slow enough at the Hungry Heifer that I wouldn't be underfoot or take up space from a paying customer. When I pulled in, the parking lot only had a few cars in it. Still, I parked somewhat toward the far end of the lot, just in case. DeeDee saw me through the window as I was walking up and turned her head to yell. She looked back at me with a wink. Ramona was waiting on me with a glass of sweet tea and a basket of fried pickles. "Hey!" I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. I sat next to her and we shared the tea and pickles.

"Where have you been?" she asked, giving me a playful bump of her hips. "Nowhere. Just driving. Seeing some sights. How was work?" "Normal. Had three big tables. Got nice tips from all of them." "Nice." We chit-chatted for a while. Johnny came over to say "hi" and let Ramona know that she was ok to clock out. I helped her finish wrapping silverware in napkins then we headed out. Back at her apartment, she showered and then changed into shorts and a T-shirt. She joined me on the couch, resting her bare feet on my lap. While I rubbed, she channel surfed, settling on a sitcom. We watched for a while then she smirked. "So, where did you really go earlier? Titty bar?" I laughed and rubbed her arches. "No, I didn't go to a titty bar. Yours are the only ones I want to look at." She laughed. I looked at her while playing with her toes. "I did some driving around." "Oh? Where to?" "Hmmm. Let's see. A real estate agent got online and saw that two local courts were hiring for bailiffs." "Oh, Wait...do you mean you're thinking about moving? Staying here?" "I might." I gave her feet a firm squeeze and then looked into her eyes. "Ramona, I do like you. Love? Maybe. Probably. I don't wanna rush into things, but at the same time, I haven't felt this way in a very long time. What I'm getting at, is....I feel good about there being an 'us', but only if you feel the same way." She paused and smiled. "I do feel that way. There's something about being with you, with a guy who's older and more mature, that makes me feel so grounded. So...different about being in a relationship. I like you a lot and the idea of us being able to explore the possibilities of 'us' together is exciting. But...it's your house. Buying a place here, is that what you want?" I smiled. "Yeah. I think it is. I'd like to explore the possibility. See if there's something to this." I rubbed her soles, and looked into her eyes. "Does this sound like something that you want to explore together?" Her eyes filled with tears and she bit her lip and nodded. "Yes. Can we?" I pulled her to me and we hugged. Both of us cried. Gradually, we stopped crying and looked at each other. We were both such a blubbering, red-eyed mess with snot dripping that we couldn't help but laugh. For ten minutes, we laughed our asses off.

When we stopped, Ramona went to her bathroom and came back with two rags so we could clean ourselves up and wipe our faces. Afterward, we held each other and quietly cuddled. Both of us had our arms around each other's waist. My hand began to move underneath her shirt and rub her back. She slowly rubbed my chest. I sighed and kissed the top of her head. Ramona looked up at me. Her eyes sparkled. That cute smile did me in. My head tilted and our lips met. Hungrily, passionately, we kissed. She sucked my tongue so hard it was deliciously painful. We fell onto each other, hands pulling, tugging at clothes. She reached and guided me toward her. With a deep, ragged moan, I entered her. Her nails dug into my arms and her bare feet rubbed against my calves. "Oh God, yes....yes," she cried out. Full of passionate heat, we made love. Our bodies slapped together loudly. Sweat dripped and clung to us. I looked into her eyes as I came, my cock spurting deep inside her. Feeling the warm blast of my cum sent her screaming. She clutched even harder at my arms. "Oh...ah...ah." Gasping and shaking, she cried out as she climaxed beneath me.

We both panted and smiled as we caught our breath. Ramona traced a finger along my jaw and rubbed her bare feet up and down my legs. "Mmmm. Wow. I think we both needed that." I chuckled and kissed her sweaty cleavage. She blushed and giggled, swatted my arm. "Stop it. I'm all gross and sweaty. And we both smell like we've been having bareback guitar lessons." I chuckled and rolled off her carefully. She stood and took me by the hand and we went into her bathroom. We stepped into the shower and stood, pressed naked together, under the stream of hot water. Ramona looked up at me, suddenly seeming much smaller and younger, and somehow more beautiful. She placed her hands behind my neck. I rested my hands on her hips. We kissed slowly, deeply, out of pure passion. Ramona pulled away from the kiss and winked before turning to face the other way. I took her bottle of shampoo and washed her hair. She purred and closed her eyes. After washing her hair, I poured body wash onto my hands and used my bare hands to scrub every inch of her body. Ramona blushed and squirmed. I lightly rubbed a finger up and down the center of her pussy. She gasped and stepped backwards closer to me. My hardened cock pressed flat, trapped between our bodies. I continued rubbing her as I kissed the back of her neck. Ramona writhed and twitched, rubbed her back against me. I could hear her beginning to breathe heavily. When I started to ease a finger in between her lips, she gently placed her hand on mine. "Mmm. Just like that. I'm about to cum." I nibbled her earlobe and sped up. Ramona started to shake and gasp. "Oh my...oh God...oh God...fuck....fuck." She shivered and her knees buckled, almost falling to the floor of the shower. "Whew! Wow. That was....holy shit, wow." She was beet red and trying to catch her breath. I hugged her and rubbed her breasts and stomach. "Mmm. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I loved making you feel good." Ramona grinned. "You sure did. Now it's your turn." She took the shampoo and stood on tip toe to wash my hair. I grinned and held onto her hips, not that I would have minded if she fell on me. She did like I had and washed me with her hands. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her intimate touch. Her hand held my cock in a loose grip and began to stroke. "Mmmm.," I groaned deep in my chest.

"Pretty good, huh?" I nodded, eyes still closed. "Well, how's this?" She reached down and gently rubbed my balls in her other hand. "Oh....mmm, yeah. Don't stop." Ramona leaned forward and lightly bit my nipple, then kissed my neck and whispered, "Cum for me, baby." "Agggghh!" I exploded in her hand, shooting cum like a geyser as my body quaked. Once we were both able to breathe again, we kissed tenderly and then stepped out of the shower. After drying off, we cuddled naked on the couch with a blanket draped over us. Ramona lay her head on my chest and locked her fingers in mine. My other hand rubbed her butt and played with her cute cheeks. Roman giggled and turned slightly to allow me more access to play with her butt. She kissed my chest. "I was hoping we could talk about something," she said softly. "Oh? What's on your mind?" "Us. I was thinking about the 'good friend' thing earlier with Johnny." "Yeah..." "I think boyfriend sounds nice. What do you think?" I chuckled. "Nah. I'm not into dudes." She laughed. I patted her butt. She hesitated before she continued. "Does that sound ok to you?" I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Yeah. I think I can get to really like it." She hugged me and kissed my chest. "Mmm. This makes me so happy." "Me, too." I grinned and paused. She felt the pause in my speech and looked up at me. "What?" "Well, you remember I said I had talked to a real estate agent and saw that two courts were hiring for bailiffs?" "She sat up and stared at me. "Wait! You were serious? I thought you were screwing with me." I grinned. She smiled bigger. "And?" I smiled, squeezed her ass. "My house back home is on the market. And being packed. I made an offer on a house here. And the judge hired me on the spot for the bailiff position, and at a higher pay than what I had been making." "Oh my God! Are you serious?" "Yeah." She buried her face in my chest and cried. I kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. One of my hands rubbed her back. Ramona sat up slightly and looked at me. Even bleary-eyed and with her nose dripping, she was gorgeous. "I...I love you, Ramona." "I love you too, Tom." We looked into each other's eyes and kissed deeply. No doubt both of us were, at the same time, excited and nervous about what was in store for us. But we were excited to be facing it together.