The problem I had was that I couldn’t reach the hatch cover and needed to go up another rung but with my shorts where they were it would be almost i...possible.I had to try to move my leg up to the next rung and as I tried to manoeuvre I felt my shorts slipping and I knew the only course of action was to let them fall and with Mrs J’s face pressed hard against my arse as I managed to get up the next rung I could feel her tongue run down my crack and definitely felt contact with my balls, I just. As her head slowly cleared and her eyes focused she saw a very handsome man's face smiling at her. "I'm glad you made it back." "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded then noticed his coal black hair was soaking wet dripping down on her then realized she was completely naked under him. "Whoa there. You were drowning. You seem to be doing considerably better." Then it hit her like a truck. This guy just saved her life then she realized she was shivering and her teeth. A formerly rich stockbroker humbled by a serious of disastrous investment schemes, Richard Brooks had used his last remaining savings to buy the diner. He had renovated an old property that he had taken in trade for a long forgotten debt and opened the diner as a hedge against poverty. Over the decades, the diner had provided his best source of support and a boatload of valuable tax deductions. Still, Richard was no nearer the Last Chance this Christmas Eve than he was on any other day. Besides. I felt the rumble of his chuckle on my back. He pressed his cheek into the side of my neck and inhaled. ‘You smell good.’ God help me, it felt so good to have his strong arms wrapped around me. ‘It’s the eggs. I dabbed a little behind each ear.’ Why did my voice sound foreign to me? I almost forgot how to move my lips naturally. I felt his cheek tighten with his smile. ‘Naw. It’s definitely you.’ His breath brushed my collar bone and I tried to suppress a shiver. ‘You smell like sun and rain. ..