The New Hand Conclusion

The meal was one of the best things I’ve eaten since leaving home in Fort Garland. For seven days I’ve been on the road, staying at various ranches, doing odd jobs in trade for food and a place to sleep, just like here. Outside of working with Lucas, I couldn’t get my mind off Miss Tenison, of all I’ve encountered to date, she’s been the only one not to threaten to call the police the minute I stepped near the house.

Even now sitting across from me, I can’t help but notice how calm she is with a total stranger in her home, eating her food.Nor can I help notice how drop dead gorgeous she is, catlike asian eyes framing a petite nose, two lips that seems to me to be screaming out kiss me. I try not to let my eyes drift off her face as I eat, I don't want her to feel that I was a **** just waiting to get her alone.

She speaks and I almost miss it. “So Lucas said you more than earned a meal and a place to stay and he usually does more complaining than complementing about people!”

I don’t know what to say to that nor do I know how to respond to the next thing out of her mouth. “Lucas also wanted me to try to tempt you to stay if possible?” Thank god my mouth was full of food so I didn’t have to reply immediately! Ever since I approached her property I had a feeling of serenity, like this was what fate had planned for me from the very beginning.

Swallowing the mouthful of food, I came right out with the honest truth “Right now it probably wouldn’t take much to get me to stay!” I didn’t realize just how close to finishing either of us were.

Helping her to clean off the table, placing things into a dishwasher, we then go retire to the living room to watch a bit of television. She was a big fan of “Wheel of Fortune” and more than able to hold her own at “Jeopardy”. I drift in and out of consciousness weary from the walk, the work and the good food of the day. I came too once more around 10:30 PM to find her watching some Hallmark movie, wiping tears from her eyes with a kleenex. She turns the TV off and goes upstairs without saying anything, like she was ashamed to be caught crying at a romantic movie. I transfer to the couch, getting, my sleeping bag out to use as a blanket, once more drifting off to sleep!

The story on the TV was Jim’s and mine to the word, two foolish kids making their way on a ranch, then a disease takes the husband and the wife is left all alone. She became celibate, cutting herself off from others, not wanting to suffer like her husband’s **** made her do. I knew those feelings well, not saying I deliberately cut myself off but out side of Lucas, Graeme was the first male I let into my house in a long time.

Getting into bed I drift off with both thoughts in my head. I don’t know when or why I woke up and knew that what I was going to do was wrong but I went for it anyway! Quietly coming down the stairs, I spot Graeme on the couch, his sleeping bag open like a blanket, no signs of his clothes in the chair or on the floor. I come closer to him, my heart beating loud enough to wake the dead three states over. I gently lift a corner of the bag and almost gasp out loud, barely catching myself as I see him dressed except for his boots.

I look at his face, shocked that his eyes are locked on me “Miss Tenison?”

Then I lift the sleeping bag and slide in front of him on the couch “Could you hold me Graeme?” His left arm comes over my left side, avoiding my breasts and staying well away from my pubis mons. His hand was acting like a belt and for once I felt like a woman again. He didn’t say anything nor did he try to take advantage of me and that brought tears to my eyes. Oh my god I don’t know why I thought it but I considered that Graeme was gay, not just a gentleman. The only thing that told me that wasn’t the case was the bulge I accidently bumped against trying to get more comfortable.

I turned to face him, his arm still over my waist. Without saying anything we both just stared into the other’s eyes, neither of us realizing that we were holding our breath. As we both finally began to breathe it was like our minds were one, thinking the exact thing, our lips pursed and we kissed each other with longing!. His hand drifted down to my right ass cheek pulling me closer to him, oh god I wasn’t making a fool of myself after all!

I break off our kiss, and start to get up, taking his hand off my ass into my and gently pulling him up off the couch, leading him to the stairs. He said something that told me he wasn’t a regular at what was happening “Miss Tenison are you sure?” Sure, I have no idea but I wanted human contact that I haven’t had in a long time, not since Jim passed away! Up the stairs he followed me, then into my bedroom where between us we stripped each other.

He did something that only Jim did before under this roof, swooping me up into his arms and carried me to the bed kissing me with every step he took. Laying me down gently, he then out of nowhere “My god you're gorgeous!” slowly he joins me on the bed. We kissed and our hands explored the other body so much that he was hard and I was damp, both wanting the other as bad as the other. Even when he knew I was ready, he still didn’t rush in to fuck me. As he moved to mount me he once more left the decision to me “Miss Tenison…?” I stop him with two fingers to his lips.

“Please Amy and I want this!” With that he moves to enter me and I gasp in pleasure. For the first time in over five years I know the feeling of a man in my body. He is a gentle lover, bringing me to the heights of passion that only Jim ever brought me to before. All the time we were together never once did he think about himself, it was like he knew that I had very little experience since Jim died. When we were sated we drifted back to sleep entangled in each other’s arms.

Morning came and I watched him dress and leave my house…

I come downstairs from my shower to find Amy staring at the calendar on the wall, checking my watch, July 3rd 2019, damn our two year anniversary of meeting.Well today I had something else she could stare at besides a piece of paper with numbers on it! ”Hey Amy what the box on the table?”

She turns from the wall and spots what I’m talking about , diving for it like it was alive. Opening it shrieking in delight. Taking her hand I get down on one knee “Ami Tenison will you be the anchor this drifter needs in his life for all his days?”