"Walking to My Car"

Walking to my car, right at dusk, I resigned myself to ending up soaked
from the rain. The soft rain had started while I was in class, and I hadn’t
remembered to grab my umbrella, in my mad dash from car to class. The rain
wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like I was going to melt from the soft late spring
shower. But of course, I had to park in the furthest, most remote parking
lot, due to the others being full. When I reached the parking lot, my car
was sitting almost alone, there was one other car left in the lot. Throwing
my books in the back seat, I look over and saw that a woman was starting to
change a flat tire on the other car. I was already wet, so I walked over to
help.

By the time I got there, she was pretty frustrated. She was around 35, dark
hair, very attractive in an expensive looking business suit that had been
treated unkindly by the rain. Even soaked, she gave off an aura of high
class. She was grateful for my offer to help, and stepped aside for me to
take over. Apparently, out of discomfort from the sodden jacket, she took
her jacket off and threw it in the back seat of her car. Underneath, she
was wearing a white silk blouse, soaked from the rain, and a sheer bra. The
end result was that her dark nipples showed clearly through her clothes.
She appeared unaware of this at first, but my inability to concentrate on
the task at hand and inability to let my eyes rise above her chest soon
tipped her off. She let out an “Oh” and flushed with embarrassment. She
covered herself and got in the car. Embarrassed myself, I silently returned
to the task of changing the tire.

After a bit, she got out of the car, having replaced her jacket. I
continued to focus my attention on changing the tire. Coming next to me,
she leaned on the car, looking down at my work.

“Did you like them?” she asked me.

Unsure of what she was asking, I said, “I’m sorry?”

“Did you like what you saw before? Did you like my breasts?”

Looking up, I realized that while she had replaced the jacket, she had
discarded the shirt and bra. To accentuate her point, she unbuttoned her
jacket and let it gap open, exposing most of one breast.

“Yes” I said, “Very much.”

My eyes were drawn to the hardened nipple. As the rain fell down, the water
ran down her breast and dripped off of her exposed nipple. Unable to help
myself, I raised myself on my knees and licked the moisture off, sucking at
the nipple as I did so. With a gasp, she pressed my head to her. As I let
go, so did she.

“Would you let me pay for changing my tire with these?” she said as she
unbuttoned her jacket exposing her breasts.

“And this?”

With those final words, she sat on the car, lifted her skirt and slip and
exposed herself for my eyes. What I beheld, between her stockings and
garter belt was her exposed sex.

“You like the taste of the rain don’t you.”

With her fingers, she spreads open her sex and allowed the rain to drizzle
on her. She slowly manipulated her clit as I watched, rain draining down
her fingers and into her cleft.

Leaning forward, I let my tongue catch that rain and tasted her as well. My
hands were dirty, so I was unable to touch her. But she was under no such
restraint as she pressed my mouth against her. After too short a time, she
pushed me away.

“You need to finish the job darling, so we can go play. We are a little
exposed here,” she giggled.

So I returned to fixing the tire. For my amusement she continued to expose
her sex and one breast for me, touching herself periodically.

Just as I finished up, a campus police officer arrived. In a cool
authoritative voice, she explained that I had helped change the tire for
her and that his presence was a little late to be of assistance. She was
not very nice to him. He was very quick in retreating to his warm, dry
cruiser. She flashed a quick naughty smile at me and climbed in the car.
Assuming that I had received my payment, I turned to leave.

“Darling, come here,” she said exasperated.

I came to her opened window, and peered down, my attention, drawn to her
breasts, as her jacket gaped open. To get my attention, she placed her hand
under my chin and raised my eye level to hers. She smiled and kissed me
deeply, thrusting her tongue in my mouth to play with mine. Breaking the
kiss, she said, “You may suck my tits, you may eat my pussy, you may fuck
me, if you so desire. Would you like that?”

Bemused by her sudden vulgarity, I could only nod my head yes.

“Say it!” she said with a hunger in her voice, “Tell me what you want to do
to me!”

I took a deep breath and looked at her face, filled with an expression of
pure lust. I felt my half erection go to full mast.

“I want to strip you nude. I want to push you down on your back and spread
you legs. I want to eat your pussy and suck your clit,” I heard a rough
voice say.

“I want to play with those pretty white titties and suck those nipples hard
and let them feel my teeth. Then I want to ram my cock in your mouth and
make you suck it hard and lick my balls. Then I want to fuck you until you
scream.”

A look of near pain crossed her face, that was quickly replaced by a
pleasured smile. I looked down to see that she had been touching herself
while I had spoke.

“You will follow me to my house,” she said. “Pull into the empty garage
stall after I park. My husband is out of town, so you can stay for a
while.”

Pulling my car into the garage, she closed the door almost before the car
died. Exiting her car, she carried her sodden shirt, bra and jacket. I
watched her walk, enjoying the vision of her swaying hips and lightly
bouncing breasts. She motioned me to come on. Just inside the door, she was
pushing down the soaked skirt and slip.

“Strip here and leave your wet clothes, we can dry them in a bit,”

Her back was to me as she struggled to release her feet from the skirt and
slip. Bending over as she was, the cleft of her sex was exposed. I pushed
down my jeans enough to free my hardened cock and slipped up behind her and
pressed it against her, seeking entry. She groaned and opened slightly so
that I felt the slick warm wetness, then stood and turned, having freed
herself.

“There will be plenty of time for that,” she said as she pressed herself
against me and sought my lips. “But first lets get you out of these wet
things.”

Saying this, she took my untucked my tee shirt and lifted it above my head.
I kicked off my shoes as she began to tug on my jeans. Kneeling in front of
me, she continued to pull down my jeans, but appeared fascinated by my
cock, bobbing in her face. Suddenly, she captured it with one hand and
placed it in her mouth. She continued to pull down my jeans until I could
step out of them, never releasing my cock from her mouth. Once I had
stepped out of my jeans, she leaned into me and grabbed me by the ass with
both hands and pulled me toward her, sucking in the full length of my cock.
She proceeded to suck, nibble and kiss my cock and then my balls as she
worked me into a frenzy. My eyes had glazed and my brain had fogged from
the pleasure, but she stopped before I released.

“I’m cold, baby,” she whispered as she kissed me. “Lets go warm up in the
shower.”

We clutched each other close as the shower warmed our clammy skin. Our
tongues met and played as we shared watery kisses. Holding her by the ass,
I pressed her hips into my hardness, wanting her to feel how much I wanted
her. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and dragging her
hard nipples across my chest. Finally I broke our kiss and embrace and
began a wandering exploration of her body with my lips. When I got as far
as her breasts, I attempted to suck the whole breast as well as the nipple
into my mouth. As I did so, she let the water drain over her from the
shower. I heard her moan, maybe pleasure, maybe pain or maybe both as I bit
each nipple, letting her feel the edge of my teeth, as I told her I would.
Her breathing became harsher as my tongue played along her belly on its
path to her sex. To give me access, she lifted her leg and put her foot on
the side of the tub. She held on to the shower nozzle for dear life as I
explored her sex, first with the gentlest of licks, but building to where I
had hold of her ass and was pulling her onto my face.

By this time, I was throbbing so hard, I could no longer stand it.
Standing, I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall as she wrapped
her legs around my waist. I thrust my cock into her, burying it to the hilt
with one thrust. I moaned my pleasure into her neck, where I had buried my
face and bit and kissed her tender skin. She answered my every thrust with
tightening and loosening the muscles inside her, making me want to scream
with pleasure. Unable to hold it, I thrust once more into her, attempting
to penetrate even deeper. Sensing that this was it, she clinched and held
me inside her as I exploded. She answered my scream with a happy moan of
her own as I throbbed within her.

After we had cleaned each other up, she dressed me in her husband’s robe
while she put on a short silk kimono that heightened every curve. Know that
I was watching her, she walked around, making multiple trips to the kitchen
for snacks and drinks. Somewhere in that time, my clothes were put in the
dryer. As I watched her body move, my desire for her returned. The final
straw came when she lit the fire. Kneeling before the fireplace, she
glanced back to make sure I was looking. She went on hands and knees to
light the fire. Doing so, caused the kimono to ride up, and exposing her
sex. To add to my view, she had her knees separated. Her cleft was wide
open for me.

When she stood, I told her to come closer. When she came close enough, I
grabbed her ass and pulled her so close that she was forced to straddle my
legs. I pressed her legs open a little more with mine. Holding her ass with
one hand, I began to stroke her exposed inner thigh with the other; light
strokes using just my fingers. Almost loosing her balance, she grabbed my
shoulders and held herself up. Her legs gave somewhat and spread further
open. As her legs opened, the bottom of her kimono gaped, exposing her sex.
With my thumb I began to run my finger along the crease of her sex.

“Oh baby, how do you know just how to touch me?” she moaned.

“You’ve been teasing me haven’t you baby,” I said accusingly.

She just smiled. As I held her attention with my eyes, I impaled her sex
with my thumb, thrusting it into her hard. She gave out a cry and grabbed
hold of my shoulders even harder. With my thumb, I began a slow movement.
As she relaxed her grip, I began to gradually increase the speed of the
movement. I could sense her increasing need by her faster breathing and how
she kneaded my shoulder. Finally, she let go of my shoulder with one hand
and began to pleasure herself by stroking her clit.

The up and down motion of her body had bounced one breast out of her
kimono. My greedy mouth quickly sucked in the exposed nipple. I matched her
stroke for stroke, as she reached heights she had not attained so far.
Suddenly, she rocked back, releasing my shoulder and pulling her nipple out
of my mouth. Grabbing my wrist she began to aid my motion and speed it up
as she continued to touch herself. As her legs shook, she began to moan
louder and louder until with a final scream she collapsed on me, unable to
hold herself up any more. I picked her up and settled her in my lap,
allowing her a chance to recover.

She lay with her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped lightly around my
neck. Her kimono had come completely open, so I gazed down at her now
familiar body. I watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath. I
gazed at her sex, seeing the hint of dew on her pubis. I began to desire
this woman again and my cock responded. Completely relaxed now, there was
no way she could not feel the hardness of my cock, could not sense the
immediacy of my desire. In answer to my silent request, she stood, opened
my robe and set straddle me, taking my cock inside of her and began to
rock. Taking my head in her hands, she fed me each nipple in turn, forcing
me to suck and pull at her nipples. In time, the haze of pleasure returned
and I found myself screaming with pleasure as she worked my cock, deep
within her.

After I recovered sufficient strength to stand, I put on my now dry clothes
and said my final good-byes. She walked me to the garage and stood by the
door. I entered my car and as she pushed the button to open the garage
door, I started the car. After I backed out of the garage, I turned to look
at her. She had moved from the door to the front of the garage stall where
I had just parked. Standing in the glare of my headlights, she slowly
loosened her kimono and let it slip to the floor, exposing her nudity for
me one final time. Then, naked she walked to the door and pushed the button
to close the garage door. I waited until the garage door had settled shut,
the vision of her body, firmly fixed in my mind; I backed up and out of the
driveway and drove home.