Seen the Light

With my body cleaned up and my balls emptied out Heather hugs my head into her bare bosom, smothering 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.”

“Oh, right, um…I can help.”

She smiles and rubs my chest. “Not tonight, handsome. You just rest those sore muscles awhile.” Continuing 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 laughs, 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 raging erection that even her loose skirt couldn’t hide. She leaves with a wink and quip. “Any more messes you’ll have to clean yourself.”

I lay in the tub staring at the closed door. As the warm water continued to soothe my weary flesh all I could think about was my face buried in those soft titties.

***

About a half an hour later I stroll into the main room to find Heather, dressed again and looking as good as ever, putting the finishing touches on our meals. Two plates sit on the counter with a perfect half circle omelet on each along with some sliced melon, shredded hash browns, a trio of breakfast sausages and an empty 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 who was willing to make me a fresh meal after I came home tired and hungry. What we’d done in the bathroom was unbelievable but for some reason this simple act of caring 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 slices of melon into little fans, the way the sausages were laid in precise rows nestled between the hash browns and the omelet, the way the shredded cheese and sliced scallion was placed in a careful little mound atop the egg, just…everything. Every last thing on those plates weren’t just plopped down there, they were placed with a purpose. I don’t know if Heather did this naturally even when she was alone but in the moment it felt as if she’d done it 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 orgasm 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 lays her napkin across her lap. “You could have worn your jammies.”

“You mentioned a walk after supper?”

“Ha! You were listening!”

I chuckle as the image of her tits flash 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 honestly as that bath really had soothed much of the soreness away.

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

I clink mine to hers. “Ditto.”

She laughs then we both take a sip and dig into to the scrumptious breakfast-dinner that she’d created. I did find myself yearning for those crazy flavor highs I’d experienced while under the 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 percentages.

“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 glad too. Her stuff is really good. It lifts the whole shop.”

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

She goes on about the details of her day, which included bringing me my lunch and buying my shoes, and I eat up every word with as much gusto as the meal in front of me. Even when Heather was telling the most mundane story I found it endlessly interesting. And it was clear as day just how much Heather appreciated having an understanding ear to share with. A bit of attention cost me nothing yet what an effect it had. How many times had I just tuned out when Blair would go on about something unrelated to me? The contrast in my attention reminded me again that I had not been the greatest boyfriend to her. Lessons were being learned.

It wasn’t until near the end of the meal when the first lull in the conversation 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 expecting 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 then get ready for our evening walk. Before long we are back in 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 picnicking young lovers. Nearly everything was the same, yet completely transformed. I wasn’t on the outside looking in, I was a now a part of the scene. Where I once saw a mockery of my miserable existence I now saw it all as a confirmation of the goodness of life. Back then I just wanted to be invisible, to disappear completely, but tonight I welcomed the friendly smiles and greetings. And boy, I had no idea just how uplifting it could be to walk with a kind and gorgeous woman on my arm, unafraid to show her connection and affection for me. I swear that I was walking two feet taller.

As we stroll past the magnolia I pluck one 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 sunshine through the clouds, my beautiful boy. You’ve brought some life back to this old widower.” She tucks the flower behind her ear, the white contrasting 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 smitten heart begins to glow.

“After Alexander I never thought 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 understand.” 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 one bit.” After a long breath she says. “Thanks to you, Elliot, I…think I’m going to start dating again.”