Monday, January 23, 2017

A New Day


Good Morning All.  

We have a new president - hooray.  Seriously, the Women's March made me proud of our female friends.  All gathering together and marching in unison to make our voices heard throughout the country and beyond.  After all, where the hell would they be without us - they seem to forget that and we can't let them.  Enough for my soapbox.

Just a heads up, I am featured in Randi Alexander's Wild and Wicked Cowboys today.  I would appreciate it if you could drop by and let her know you were there.



Marcy Simonton came back to town to take over her daddy’s practice. He was ready to retire and move to warmer climes, and Marcy was tired of city life.  Frankly, she had no life.  As a doctor in a big city hospital ER she worked eighty hours a week and when she wasn’t working she was too damn tired to do anything else.

It wasn’t very hard leaving Philadelphia and moving back to Durango.  She’d grown up there, knew the people and her best friend lived there still.  She and Tiffany had bonded back in grade school when Tiffany was the new kid on the block.  She befriended Marcy, the ‘nerdy’ girl who was just too smart for her own good.

The medical practice was situated in an addition to the house in which she was raised.  Once her dad retired, she’d consider moving back into the house, but until then she wanted her own space.  She rented a small house on the outskirts of town.  The house was a little worse for wear, but it was cozy, convenient and cheap.  The furnishings were sparse but she and Tiffany drove into Grand Junction and purchased things that would make it feel like home.  Unfortunately, they hadn’t measured first and when the bedroom set was delivered, it wouldn’t fit through the front door, so they went round back.  The sliding glass door got broken in the process and she had to call her landlord to see about getting it repaired.

Having dealt with a realtor, she hadn’t met the owner.  Two men showed up about an hour later, one older, one younger -one the spitting image of the other.  The older guy looked vaguely familiar and when he introduced himself she knew why.  His name was Troy Madison and he was the local sheriff. He was a good fifteen years older than her but she had fallen in love with him when she was younger.  She never forgot the one-sided crush and seeing him now brought back all those memories.  He had been her knight in shining armor when she’d taken a spill off her bike and scraped her knees.  He’d picked her up and carried her to her dad’s clinic, while everyone else stood around laughing at her predicament.

“Hi, I’m Troy Madison and this is my son, Jeff,” he said as he held out his hand.

“It’s nice to see you again.  I bet you don’t remember me.”

“You’re Doc Simonton’s daughter, how could I not remember you?”  She blushed. “You look a lot different now, though.  You were all freckles with flaming red hair and wore glasses if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yup, that was me.  Thankfully, the freckles faded and my hair is not quite as flaming.  I had Lasik surgery so no more glasses, but the rest is still me.”

Marcy turned her attention to Jeff.  “So Jeff, are you a deputy sheriff also?”

“No, I’m just my dad’s handyman. I imagine this will be the last time you see my dad.  In the future, it will just be me.”

‘That’s too bad,’ she said to herself.  The man was still a hunk. A black tee shirt showed off wide shoulders tapering down to a slim waist.  The arms below the tee shirt sleeves were tanned and toned and his hands were large with well-manicured fingernails.  His jeans were worn and fit in all the right places.  Mrs. Madison was one lucky lady. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and when she saw that he noticed, she blushed.  He smiled and his eyes twinkled.

“Let me show you the damage.  It’s my fault and I’ll be glad to pay.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure we can fix it in no time,” Troy said.

The men got to work and she and Tiffany went inside.  “I saw the looks you were given Troy Madison.  Want me to fix you up?”

“He’s married.”

“Correction.  Was married, he’s been divorced a good ten years or so.  You want me to fix you up.”

“I can get my own dates, Tiffany.  Stay out of it.”

Of course, Tiffany didn’t stay out of it.  Suddenly, everywere Marcy went she ran into Sheriff Madison.  Durango wasn’t that big, but big enough so that unless otherwise engineered it didn’t seem possible they would continually run into each other.  When they ran into each other at the newspaper office he asked her if she were stalking him.

“What?”

“Are you stalking me?”  She was flabbergasted at the question.

“I most certainly am not, but I do think a certain someone has been having their fun with us.”

“Who would that be?”

“My friend, Tiffany.  She thinks I should be married and she wanted to fix me up with you.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I could get my own dates.”

“Any have you?”  He asked. She blushed.

“Not so far.”

“Well then, why don’t we see to it that you get your own date?  Would you like to go to a movie with me Saturday night?  We could grab some dinner and …

“Look here, Sheriff.  I’m not going to be anyone’s charity date.”

“Charity date.  What do you mean?”

“You’re asking me out just because I haven’t been on a date since I came back into town? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I have been asked and aren’t interested?”

“Don’t go getting your panties all in a wad, Dr. Singleton.  It never occurred to me that you would consider my offer as one of pity.  I assure you if I didn’t want to go out with you, I wouldn’t.  Now do we have a date for Saturday or not?”

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Troy liked the feisty Dr. Singleton.  He dated occasionally but never someone from town, it cut down on the gossip, so this would be a first. It was why he’d stayed away but he thought about her since that day at the house.  He worried a little about the difference in their ages.  Considering how long she’d been gone, he figured her to be about thirty something.  Hell, his son Jeff was coming up on twenty-five.  She was probably closer to Jeff’s age than his, but dang, he hadn’t been this interested in a female since… hell, he’d never been that interested in a female, even his ex-wife.

Marcy was as nervous as a girl going on her first prom date.  She changed clothes five or six times before settling on a long denim skirt, cashmere pullover sweater and cowboy boots she found in her old closet at her dad’s house.  Troy arrived dressed in pressed jeans, a pullover sweater, and cowboy boots.  They both laughed when she opened the door and they spied their almost matching outfits.  It broke the ice and was the beginning of a great evening.

Midway through dinner, reaching for the bread basket, their fingers touched and an electrical charge shocked them both.  Feeling it, they jumped back as their eyes locked.  There was more going on here than dinner. They sat over dinner so long, they missed the movie time and decided to save it for another night. 

Arriving at Maddie’s door, she hesitated before unlocking the door.  “Want to come in for coffee?” 

“If I have another cup of coffee, I don’t think I’ll ever get to sleep.”  She looked disappointed.

“How about trying the movie again on Thursday?” he asked.

“I’d like that.” He reached over and brought her body to his and gave her a kiss she felt right down to her toes. Before they broke the kiss, she was almost panting with need.  She’d been kissed before but never like this.  He took the keys, unlocked the door and pushed her inside.

“Go now.”

“Yes, Sir” she said and gave him a little salute.

“I like the sir but not the sarcasm.” She giggled.

“I guess we’ll have to work on that,” she responded as she closed the door shutting him out.

He heard the lock turn and walked to his truck.  The bulge in his pants reminded him that he’d have to take a cold shower before he could even think about sleep.  He had a feeling that even after the shower, sleep wouldn’t come easily.

The movie on Thursday led to an invitation to dinner at his place on Saturday.  Marcy, knowing that this date would probably not just end in a kiss, went shopping for some sexy underwear.  Until now, she had no need of anything but her comfortable white cotton panties and serviceable bras.  She spent time and money investing in things she hoped would make her feel sexy and ease her mind about feelings of inadequacies.  She hadn’t had very many boyfriends, nevermind sexual encounters – a couple of clumsy attempts in college and then the hurried clinical attempts during residency and afterward was the sum total of her experience. 

She wasn’t sure what she expected of Troy’s place, but what she found was functional and sparse with not much in the way of homey touches.  He welcomed her warmly and invited her to join him in the kitchen.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a man cook for me before.”

“I’m just grilling some steaks, with baked potatoes and salad.  I forgot about dessert, you didn’t by any chance bring some, did you?”  He gave her a wink and she blushed like a school girl.

Dinner was a little tense and when she began helping him clear the dishes, he told her to sit, he’d take care of them later.  He helped her up and led her over to the couch. 

“Wanna watch a movie?”

He sat down next to her and grabbed the remote.  She could feel his body heat and the smell of his aftershave was doing things to her she didn’t recognize. She squirmed a little and moved away from him.

“You know Marcy you don’t have to be uncomfortable.  I’m not going to force you into anything you’re not ready for.  We can simply sit here and watch the movie.”

“I’m just a little anxious.  I don’t have much experience at dating.”

“Why don’t we take it one step at a time and see what happens.”

After that, Marcy was able to relax.  They began watching a movie and she moved in closer. He put his arm around her as she snuggled into him.  He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. She tried to slow her racing heart to no avail. More kisses and before she knew it, he was carrying her to the bedroom.

“Are you okay with this?”

“More than okay, I’m just a little nervous.”

“No need.” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She tasted as sweet as sugar and he wanted more.  He slid his palm under her sweater and traced her curves.

“Let’s get some of these clothes off, okay?”

She helped him remove her sweater and jeans.  He spied her sexy red undies and lacy bra.


“You did bring dessert and I can’t wait to taste.”


I didn't plan it, but it looks like this story is going to be continued next week.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

16 comments:

  1. Lovely story, Sunny and very happy it's gonna be continued. Heading over to Randi's place now.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  2. Wonderful story Sunny, looking forward to reading more. Thank you for always making my Monday. Off to Randi's blog now :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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  3. Oh Sunny, I do love a serial!
    love Jan, xx

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    1. Well, you're getting your wish aren't you. Thanks Jan

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  4. Nice for me waking up to this great story!
    Love the ages of this couple!

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  5. Thanks SG. Happy we are going to have more from this couple.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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  6. I like this one, Sunny Girl. I think I need a cold shower myself. Thanks for the Monday lift.

    Hugs From Ella

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    1. Too chilly for cold showers, hope back into your warm bed instead.

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  7. Why do you think I write series? I just don't know where to stop. I'm just like most of your readers who always want to know "Then what happened?" even when you're finished.

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    1. That was the problem - I just wasn't there yet and it was getting pretty long. Now I love the train of thought and have to get back into the scene.

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  8. Yes, please do continue this story, Sunny - there hasn't been any spanking yet!
    Rosie xx

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    1. and therein lies the problem - no spanking. Have to get to it, don't I?

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