A light mist was falling as Grace stepped through the front door of the corner deli.  Heading over to the drink cooler to fetch herself her usual morning orange juice she heard, 'Good morning Ms Grace, how are you this day?'

It was Kevin, the deli manager, giving his same routine greeting, sounding more like a broken record each time she heard it. She knew he meant well, so she just gave him her same routine answer: 'Fine, Kevin, and you?' She'd pay for her OJ and headed back out onto the city sidewalks, slowly strolling towards the bus stop.

Catching the bus five days a week had been a normal requirement for Grace. Since she lost her husband Mike in a car accident the year before, she was left to take care of herself. She and Mike had been struggling financially and their only car was not insured, leaving her with no wheels and no income. Though she was in grief over the loss of her husband, immediate employment was a must!  If not, she would lose her little one bedroom apartment and the memories inside.

As Grace reached the bus stop corner, she leaned back against the red brick wall of the open front produce market. As she sipped her OJ and collected her thoughts, her eyes looked up to the sky. Thankfully, a light rain was beginning to fall and most likely would hide the tears that were starting to run from her eyes. Depression had become a common occurrence for Grace. Though she tried to subdue it, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. She couldn't afford to see a doctor for medication to relieve her sadness, so she began eating a lot of fruit daily, trying to heal her body naturally. With another twenty minutes before her bus would arrive, she walked over to purchase an apple for her morning snack.

And there he was... Jim, the produce market owner. This man scared her more than any man alive. Not because he was mean or anything like that, just because of how her body reacted each and every time he spoke to her. Jim was six feet tall and well built, with brown unruly hair, sky-blue eyes and a deep voice that would melt a popsicle in January. Every time he spoke to her, her body would begin to tingle. Though she tried to ignore his cute little suggestive comments, she knew she was defenseless. He had this charm and suaveness about him, so she dodged all possible eye contact with him.

He greeted her with a smile. 'Good morning Grace! You know, they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away?' 

Her body reacted instantly, yet she tried to ignore further conversation, for fear her desire for him would show. She simply replied, 'Good morning Jim', handed him a dollar for the apple, which he pushed away. Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke.

'No... this one's on me Grace, the next time it's on you'. She could feel the heat from his eyes on her, as she walked away. She nearly stumbled when he called out to her: 'A free house call from the doctor is on me too, if you need it?'   

Grace was never happier to see the bus arrive. She boarded and took her usual seat in the back. She glanced out the window and saw Jim smiling at her, waving her goodbye and she quickly looked away. All the way to her receptionist's job at a large accounting firm downtown, her mind wandered back to Jim and that smile as he waved her goodbye. She though to herself, 'Thank God tomorrow is Friday. Maybe I'll skip the apple and avoid contact with him for a few days. The last thing I need in my life right now, is drama!'

When Friday morning arrived and Grace was in her usual spot, sipping her usual OJ and taking her usual glance at the produce market, she realized something was wrong. Jim's brother Frank was tending to the produce and she saw no sign of Jim. Grace walked over to Frank and said, 'Good morning Frank, Jim taking the day off today?'

He answered, 'Yes he is, he woke up this morning with a terrible cold and asked me to cover for him.'

Grace purchased her daily apple and returned to the bus stop. She knew Jim lived in the apartment above the market and thought about going up to check on him. Then she thought she'd better not, for fear of being alone with him.

The longer she thought about him being sick, the more she became concerned. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse and called her employer. Her boss's secretary answered. 'Good morning, Steele & Steele Accounting!'

In a faked sickly voice Grace whispered, 'Morning Marsha, this is Grace. Would you tell Bill that I can't make it in today? I'm deathly ill and I don't want to spread it around the firm.'

Marsha said, 'You poor dear, go back to bed and rest, I’ll let him know.'

Grace closed her phone and headed back to her apartment.

Back home, Grace opened a big can of chicken noodle soup and placed it on the stove, then went into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. As she changed into her short Levi’s skirt and a lightweight button front top, she looked at her body in the mirror. Grace was only 5' 4" tall, auburn colored hair, nice 34 C perky pears, tightly toned hips and a well rounded ass, that she had been told 'was to die for' by numerous men at work. She whispered to herself, "Not bad Gracie, you've seasoned well in your 38 years." She then went to her medicine chest and grabbed her Vick's VapoRub and put it in her purse. She placed the soup in a lockable bowl and grabbed a pack of saltines, putting them both in a bag for easy carrying, and headed out the door.

Her mind began churning images of him. Would he be stretched out on the sofa, in a state of near undress? Would he be standing in a hot running shower, trying to flush the virus from his pores? Or... would he be seated in an easy chair, pulling a wanker on his unit, as he thought about her? As all of these desires and imaginations ran through her mind, she almost turned to head back home.

'No Grace! You must check on him', she thought to herself. As she reached the foot of the stairs that led to Jim's apartment, she paused. A few minutes passed before she started climbing up the stairs. As she got closer to the landing, the music playing softly from Jim's place became more audible. She recognized the tune as Chicago's 'In the air tonight', her all time favorite! Even with her feeling weakness towards him, she lightly tapped upon his door. When no answer came, she wondered if the music was causing him to not answer, so she began knocking a little harder on his door.

Her body began to tremble a bit as she heard, "Yes, who is it?"

With a shaky voice she replied: "Hi Jim... it's Grace, I brought you some hot soup."

Grace froze in place as she heard his voice call out again, "The door’s unlocked, Grace. Please come in." Her sweaty palm gripped the door knob, opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind her.

Her worst fears were confirmed!  Jim was stretched out on the sofa, wearing only his pajama bottoms and his head resting on the padded arm of the sofa. As she looked down at his rippled chest, trying to avoid eye contact, she asked, "How are you feeling, any fever?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I haven't checked it in a few hours. There's a thermometer in a glass of alcohol on the table, if you'd like to stick something in my mouth?" Her heart began racing at the double meaning in his words and the sound of his deep, deep voice.

She pulled the thermometer from the glass, walked over and sat on the edge of the sofa. "Open up, let's see how warm you are." As the thermometer rested under his tongue, she reached up and put her hand to his forehead, then cheek and his neck. "You don't feel warm Jim, let's have a look." A look of anger came to her face and she glared into his eyes. "Hmmm, 98.6? You're faking!  You son of a bitch, I can't believe I fell for this!" She jumped to her feet and charged for the door, with Jim racing to stop her exit.

She turned the doorknob and started pulling the door open. Jim threw both arms around her, pushing the door shut with both hands. Pressing his body against her, he whispered into her ear, "Don't leave Grace, please stay with me?" and he gently placed a kiss on the side of her neck. He continued, "I only wanted time with you, away from our casual meetings at the store. I want you Grace, more than I've ever wanted any woman."

His hands dropped from the door to her hips, pulling her ass tight against his growing bulge. Her body melted into him, like an ice cube on a summer sidewalk. Her resistance faded, like the sun at setting time. She was powerless.... the long, long months of being alone were ending soon and she knew it. She was his for the taking, she wanted him inside her.... now!

Jim slid his left hand under the front of her top and began gently stroking her flat stomach. Slowly, he let his hand rise to her ribcage and continued to rub her tender skin. His thumb was grazing slightly against the bottom of her uncovered breast and a low 'Mmmm' escaped her throat. With his right hand, he gripped her wrist and lowered her arm, placing her hand on his bulge of need. Jim whispered into her ear, "Unsnap the snap, Grace, hold me in your hand. Feel my cock throb for you, Grace. Let your fingertips glide through my pre-cum that oozes for you."

Grace dropped her right hand to his waist, unfastened his PJs and let them fall to the floor. She cupped his big balls and gently massaged them, as she began back-handedly stroking his long, thick, throbbing cock. Jim forced his mind to think of yesterday's baseball scores, or Tiger Woods finish at the Master's tournament, anything to keep from cumming.

As the moment settled a bit, he pressed on. Sliding his hand under the front of her skirt, he squeezed and massaged her panty-covered mound. A moan vibrated through her throat as his fingers traced, teased and toyed with her damped slit. He knew the time had come, so he gripped the top of her panties and pulled them free and they joined his PJs on the floor. Jim reached behind her left knee, raising her leg, and rested her foot on a small table beside the door.

Grace took the hint and released his hard, throbbing cock, only to reach between her legs and grip it again. She guided his thick cockhead between her dripping cunt lips. Jim took hold of his stiff cock and began sliding it up and down between her wet lips, paying close attention to toying with her raised clit. Pushing forward, he eased the fat head of his dick inside her waiting hole, followed by a couple inches of his man meat. Slowly stroking her, teasing her, he began pumping in and out. "Just a little bit for now Grace?", he taunted her relentlessly. "Maybe just a little more honey?" he asked, as he added a couple more inches and continued stroking her tight hole, over and over.

Jim slowed his stroking and pulled all of his cock from her, except the thick head. He could her the 'pop', as he pulled out the head, then quickly jammed it back in. 'Pop', jam. 'Pop’, jam. Over and over he teased her begging pussy.

"Please Jimmy, Please!", she begged. He held both of her hips and thrust his entire length inside her waiting hole. "Oh Shit Yes.... Yes! ... Yes!" she screamed. Jim covered her mouth with his hand, for fear Frank or the customers would hear her cries.

Their bodies were clapping like lightning, and thunderous moans roared from them both. Grace erupted into a furious orgasm and her body shook uncontrollably, causing Jim to lose control and pump stored-up man seed deep inside her cove.

Five minutes or so passed before Grace broke the silence with, "Wow... Wow!"

Jim chuckled lightly and said, "I agree, darling! Now how about we share a warm shower?"

Jim's body was spent. His eyes gazed at her naked form as his soapy hands traced over her back and everywhere else. As she turned to face him, Jim said softly, "Maybe I should take your temperature, just to be safe?"

Knowing exactly what he meant, Grace lowered herself to her knees and took his 'Man-Thermometer' into her mouth.

It was going to be a long, hard weekend...