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A Rainy Afternoon
Part-1-of-1
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It has been a killer week. Finishing my second single malt of the evening and decide to head home. As I exit, the building the air hits me square in the face, hot, thick, and heavy. It reminds me of the Scotch I had just enjoyed. How poetic, I laugh. Taking a deep breath I could smell rain, possible a storm was coming. Shit, I need to stop by Kroger on my way home. Nothing I dislike more than dealing with the rude, vacant checkers there. The rain is starting, light now but will get worse. Sky is like a tunnel.
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The Kroger parking lot is almost deserted. Ah, lucky me, in, out and home, I think. I pull into a space just in time for the rain to start falling even harder, no umbrella, of course. To my left I see a shadow, a person. Looking closer, I see it’s a woman, and she is tugging on the door handle of her car. No raincoat or umbrella, and she is absolutely soaked. I roll my window down just enough to ask her if she needs help. She turns just in time to see me catch a face full of water. We both burst out laughing. “I think you got the worst of it,” I say.
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She stoops down to peer into my window; her amazing green eyes only inches from mine. “I dropped my keys trying to unlock my door and I have no idea where they went,” she explains.
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“Please, get in,” I plead, “We can find them when the rain lets up”.
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She opens the passenger side door and quickly slides in. being human, as she got in my eyes went strait to her breasts. The rain had made her light blouse transparent and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Great breasts, too. I try to lift my eyes away, but not fast enough, I was busted. It took her a moment to notice that I was staring at her. When she did she started to blush, then suddenly she started giggling, and then she started shivering. As if a mind of their own, my eyes continue to take a tour around her luscious body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She is wearing hip-hugging Daisy Duke shorts, sandals and basically no shirt. She is curvy and her damp hair the color of chestnuts, deep brown but with a strong hint of red hung long and thick down her back and in her eyes. Jokingly, I say, “We need to get you out of those wet things before you catch your death of cold.”
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She laughs out loud and says, “Do you mind?” Then, in a flash, she’s peeling off first her blouse, and then her shorts. Now, in nothing but her panties, she opens the door a little to wring the water from the small garments. I think I was blushing.
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Just like that, she’s sitting there next to me in nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties. She was sleek and strong, her skin like pale silk and unmarred. Her breasts were not large, but they were plump and round, the nipples dark rose and invitingly long. Her hips were gently curved and her legs were surprisingly long, considering her lack of height. The windows had long since fogged to velvet curtains, and the rain was falling harder than ever. The rain drumming on the roof was so loud that we don’t even try to talk. Suddenly I realized that I was breathing deep, so deeply in fact that I was in danger of hyperventilating, and that my cock was so hard that my bulge was in danger of splitting my jeans. This time I catch her peeking.
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The rain has become a drumbeat, the rhythm of unknown origin, primitive and hot. We grab at each other; my hands go straight for her fine young breasts. Firm and still wet from the rain, they slide easily through my hands as my fingers encircle her nipples. She is moving her fingers under my shirt, now it is off, a magician’s move I think. In turn, I have her panties down to her knees and my hand goes to her pussy, smooth, wet, a gust of hot perfume makes me crazy. In a quick move, I take her seat down, and then I move on top of her, my lips going down from her neck, across her nipples, then to the hot crease between her legs. I open her legs with my hands and hungrily tongue her clit. Parting her delicate pink lips, I force my tongue deep into her cunt. As I move my tongue enthusiastically in and out of her warm pussy, as I marvel at how delicious she tastes. Somehow, my jeans are off. How? I couldn’t tell you. I fall back into the car door, or was pushed; somehow she has my cock in her mouth and is moving up and down on my stiff shaft. I couldn’t help smiling when I realized that she was moving in time with the beating of the rain.
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Unnoticed by me, the car had morphed into a warm snug cocoon. For all practical purposes we were alone in a world that has been swallowed and replaced by a void, a dizzy and wonderful void. With my cock still in her mouth, she spins and forces her sex against my face. My tongue hungrily finds its mark; her mouth continues the rhythmic up and down on my shaft, and the rain sounds like it may tear the vehicle apart. We are beyond caring, beyond everything. Suddenly, she dispels the darkness with a guttural moan followed by a shriek that startles me momentarily. She thrusts and pushes her clit against my mouth, hard. Her thighs grip the sides of my face, hard. Her body tenses and I realize she is cumming and cumming hard. It quickly becomes impossible for me to breathe, and this world is becoming fuzzy as I start to cum. Balancing on the edge of consciousness, my cum fills her mouth. She releases her grip a bit and the darkness of my pleasure fades back to reality. Quickly, she spins in the seat again. She is on top and facing me. Her lips go straight to mine and with her mouth full of my seed, she forces her tongue between my lips and deep into my mouth. As we kiss, our juices mingling in our mouths, creating a new and exotic flavor.
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When we come up for air, and find ourselves nose to nose now, we start to giggle. “You are quite an acrobat, a gymnast perhaps?” I asked.
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“Suck de jour”, she laughs.
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“And a punster too,” I snort. Our levity ended as our eyes lock and our lips were drawn back together. She sighed as my lips covered as my mouth covered hers. When my tongue slid out to nudge her lips apart, she opened to me without reservation, her arms slipping around my neck as I drew her closer to me. I am hard again, or maybe it never left me. She moves up and pushes me inside her. My turn now, I effortlessly roll her over. With her now facing the back of the seat, I entered her from behind. When I began to thrust, she answered each thrust by pulling my cock in deeper and deeper. Sucking me with her pussy, she matches my every move. I felt as if a fever had taken over my body, aching, I heard the now familiar moan and shriek of the woman under me. She was cumming, and so was I. For an instant we bleed into one body, then I fell into the driver’s seat completely spent, but still miraculously hard.
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No giggles, but a slight smile lightens her face as she climbed over the seat to straddle me. I look down and see my cum oozing like thick molasses down the inside of her thigh. I run my hand across her thigh scooping the thick white goo into my palm and then onto my still hard cock. Using the sex goo as a lubricant, I began stroking my cock as I rubbed it over her breasts and nipples. Grabbing my cock, she finds her asshole and as her sphincter stretches, slides down on me. Grinding her hips, up and down, she writhes wildly, as she leans forward and pushes her nipples against my lips. A dancer possessed by a spirit unknown and forgotten, she bounces up and down in my lap. Her hand goes down, then spreading the delicate lips of her slit and then finding the spot that only she knows; she started to rub herself, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
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This time it’s a real scream as she collapses exhaustedly against my chest. Cumming, almost convulsing, I too was unable to swallow the bestial noise that escaped my throat as I shoot what remaining cum I have left into her ass. Suddenly, I was again aware of the rain, thunder. As I lay back spent and I saw that she was gently sobbing. “I know how you feel,” I murmured jokingly.
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This stops the tears and starts her laughing. “Wow”, she sighed, “I think I needed that”.
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I felt a pain in my side and realized that I was wedged, awkwardly, between the driver’s seat and door. Still straddling me, she started to frantically kiss me all over my face and head. This made me laugh, like I was being tickled, causing her to increase the range of her kisses down to my neck and chest. Soon we were both laughing like couple of children.
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Our world, our metal cocoon smelled like sex, rain, and the ether of lightning. I thought of the song by Marcy Playground, ‘Sex and Candy.’ I love that song.
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I felt her hand moving down my chest, stomach, and then on down to my cock. Still half-erect, her hand completes the process and before I know it I’m hard again. Excitedly she slid me inside of her and began to ride me like a bucking bronco. I’m pinned and unable to move, so I just lie there and enjoy it. In my bliss, I hear a door latch sound, unknowingly she hit the door handle with her knee, and suddenly I felt myself tumbling into the wet darkness, and then stillness.
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When my head clears, I find myself out of the car and flat on my back in the parking lot, with her still on top of me. And miraculously, I’m still inside of her. She leans over me, her face just above mine, the rain pouring off the ends of her chestnut hair. Staring into my eyes, she continues to fuck me seemingly unaware that we are now in plain sight in a public parking lot. It takes a huge thunderclap to snap us out of our trance and back to the real world.
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Looking around bewildered, she shakes her head and completes what she started. “Fuck ‘em”, she wails as her head falls back. Moaning. Cumming. Seeing her caught up lust and pleasure makes me cum too.
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Finally spent, she slowly lowers herself, landing limply across my chest; her face nestles into my neck. The rain feels like we are in a shower. Private and enclosed, I never want to leave here. As my senses slowly return, I feel a sharp pain in my back, just below my shoulder. “What the…?” I groan.
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“Are you okay?” she asks concerned.
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I roll over a little and reach under my back to find the offending object. Keys. “I told you I would help you find these,” I laugh, holding them out for her to take. Lifting herself up and off of me, she takes the keys. Gently brushing my face with her hand, she quickly unlocks her car door, slides in, and still naked, starts the ignition, and in a flash of lightening and a clap of thunder is gone.
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As I lie back down on the asphalt, I have never I felt so connected and yet so apart from the world. The rain has stopped, now replaced by the howling wind, revealing the stars and all that is possible. Oh, yeah, I still need to go to the store…
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The end…

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