A very rainy day

[Kknn4343]

This story has some truthful parts in it. But, over the years, I have added fantasy, and I like this new fictional story so much better that I will tell it in this form:

Houston, Texas was being hit by Tropical Storm Alison. The year was 2001. During this storm, the city was to receive, after being saturated with constant rainfall throughout the week, over 30 inches of rain within a 24 hour period. During the late evening hours within the peak of this rainfall-- a deluge like I have never seen before-- my phone was to ring.

It was Shelly. And she sounded scared.

Shelly was a good friend of my fiancé. I actually knew her from our college days and had been friends since before I even met my future wife. But over the last couple of years, via our mutual friends, they had grown very close. How to describe Shelly? Well she was hot from the first day that she walked into my frat house as a freshman, marched to our sun deck, and tanned in a bikini much to our delight and wonder of "Who the heck is this chick?". Now, at age 24, she still had that girl-next-door look: With a friendly, and bouncy personality, but with incredible legs, pert small B-sized breasts, and pouty lips on a tiny athletic frame. Her hair was light-brown and hung down to her shoulders while her shapely ass rarely didn't get second looks as she passed by. Dripping wet, she weighed no more than 90 pounds. She was probably good in bed.

"What's up?" I asked.

She had been in a car accident not far from where I lived. As she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend, she didn't know who else to call. The driver who rear-ended her was still there, now parked on the side of the road, and was being nasty.

"No problem, I will be right there." I said as I grabbed my keys.

My fiancé was gone for the week at a convention in Denver. I hadn't had dinner yet, but I wouldn't be gone long, I thought. I ducked outside and ran to my Jeep. Perhaps, with all the water on the road, I can put the 4x4 into action?

There was slow traffic and spots of high water, but I made it to the bridge where I could see the two cars in the breakdown lane. I pulled over and got out of the Jeep. The driving rain was absolutely freakish. It was like a god was pouring a giant bucket of water on the ground... only it did so endlessly. Within a fraction of a second, I was drenched to the bone.

Shelley saw me, exited her car, and ran literally into my arms. I wrapped her up, feeling her frailty, and reassured her. Her car was banged up pretty good and was not capable of being driven. After settling things with the other driver (who was a 300 pound piece of trash, in my opinion) and watching her drive off into the heavy traffic, I got into Shelly’s car. She was wearing a white blouse stretched across her firm tits and tight jeans. She was shivering, partly due to being shaken up as well as it was chilly being completely wet as the wind outside whipped around the car. I could see that she was wearing a red bra, but focused myself on the situation and looked away.

I offered to drive her home, which she gladly accepted. Her car would have to be left here to be towed after the storm passed. We left a note on the dashboard and ran to the Jeep.

The traffic on the highway was mostly stopped, so I decided to take the next exit and make our way to her apartment via the back roads. However, as soon as I came down the elevated ring road (loop 610, for those of you who know Houston), I found that the feeder road was 2-3 feet deep in water. My headlamps were partially under water and I knew I couldn’t go far. Quickly thinking, I spied a parking lot to my immediate right that seemed high and dry, so I turned into it and noticed that it was for a furniture store currently closed for business. Near the back of the lot was a ramp that led to additional parking on the roof of the building. I drove up the ramp and brought the Jeep to the front corner- parking it so we can see the flooding below us.

Ok, safe for now, but clearly stranded. We both were dripping wet, cold, and suddenly hungry. It dawned on me that we could be here a while. After some discussion and an assessment of our situation, we decided to walk up the street and head for a McDonalds we knew to be close by. I remember walking down the ramp and fearing that the rushing water would sweep us off our feet. Again, the driving rain was simply out of this world.
We walked through knee-to-waist deep water for two blocks, only to find that the McDonalds dark and closed. As Shelly was so small and light-weight, she never let go of my hand and I occasionally had to even carry her. Feeling her lithe body and tight embrace was an incredible feeling and, despite the situation, I was enjoying the attention and trust from such a beautiful creature.

We did, however, find a liquor store that was open (amazingly) and we ducked inside. We scrounged for whatever food we could find- including a couple containers of Pringles, some pretzels, and a few Slim Jims. We also bought a small bottle of JD. Why the hell not? It’s not like we will be driving any time soon!

We exited the store and ran down the road. Another building with an “open” sign in the window beckoned and we ducked inside hoping for food. Within, I noticed that we were in a waiting room and realized we had just entered a massage parlor, which really is a brothel or sorts. A middle-aged lady entered the room and asked if she could help us. Shelly was confused, but I understood the situation and said “No thanks” and excused ourselves. As we stood under the awning outside, I explained how men can come here to “relieve stress” (as the sign says) for a fee. Shelly was curious how much this costs and I feigned ignorance while “guessing” about $40. We continued back to the Jeep.

Again, back out into the rain. We slogged back to the Jeep in total darkness. The streetlights were out and, except for the lights from some stranded motorists on the nearby highway, we were isolated.

Sitting in the front seats, we munched on our food and took turns taking swigs of the whiskey. I had the car running and the heat turned on. The rain pounded the car’s roof and the wind whipped around us, but we had settled in and were soon feeling ok. But as time passed, I started to think that maybe we will even be here all night. In wet clothing, this wasn’t a comforting thought.

But, I realized that I had my gym bag in the far back of the Jeep. I crawled over the stick shift and scrambled to the back. Inside the bag, I found a white T-shirt, two pairs of socks, a small towel, and a pair of shorts (the kind with the underwear webbing within) and a bottle of water.

By this time, Shelly had joined me and we surveyed the clothing together. We joked a bit about how we would divvy it up. I thought that perhaps the small towel might be just enough for a toga for her while she thought it would fit me as a diaper. Eventually we got serious and we decided that she would get the dry t-shirt and I would get the shorts. I turned away, being the gentleman, and she started to undress.

First, her wet blouse came off—I saw her d**** it over the leather front passenger seat to dry. Though I kept my eyes averted, I knew the sound of a bra unclasping and knew that her perky breasts were on full display only a couple feet from my right shoulder. I felt a jump in my cock, currently “hanging to the left” within my wet jeans. I wanted to re-adjust, but thought that would be too obvious, so just dealt with it. She tossed the bra to the front and I could hear the dry shirt being pulled on. My heart beat a bit quicker, but I kept my cool.

I glanced over to her and saw that my t-shirt was quite large on her and could easily be worn as a nightshirt. She started to unbuckle and unzip her jeans and I, again, respectfully looked away. She struggled for quite some time, eventually stretching her legs across my lap in her vain attempt to get those wet jeans off her soaked body. I could see her bare feet and painted (red) toes and, again, the blood flow to my penis noticeably increased. I reached towards the cuffs on both her legs and tried to assist by pulling downward. But, the fabric was tight around her legs and stuck in place.

I finally looked her way and saw that she hadn’t gotten far—the tops of the jeans still pretty much at her waist. Tight jeans don’t come off easily, especially when wet and in a cramped back seat of a Jeep. We started to work together—me pulling on the legs while she squirmed. I was definitely being turned on and couldn’t keep my eyes off her stunning body. Her shirt was half-way up her stomach and I could see her flat belly all the way down to the top of the pubic area. My cock was quickly hardening and, during the motion, I was able to get it pointing in the correct direction (i.e. up).

We weren’t making a whole lot of progress, except for a lot of laughing and wrestling with each other, when I just grabbed the belt loops on either side and pulled as hard as I could. Though I lifted her clear off the seat, the stubborn pants finally let go and, with a sudden motion, they slid all the way to her knees, which were pressing into my chest. We both let out a cheer of victory, but it was then that I noticed (with equal parts of horror and glee) that her red panties had slid along with the pants for part of the way. I was staring at her completely shaven pussy. To both sides of her vagina were smooth curves of flesh- seemingly swollen, but probably looking that way as a result of her legs being upright. As her legs were close together, I could not see much below or within these folds of golden flesh, I could however see a single reddish protrusion of her clit, just sticking its nose out of the middle.

Almost simultaneously, Shelly noticed the exposure as well and her hands were quick to unravel the panties and pull them back into position. Thankfully, her face did not show any panic, rather a devilish grin and she let out a throaty groan—something along the lines of, “Ooookeeee, now, thaaat didn’t go as planned.” At least she was smiling. But, my pulsating cock just reached epic levels of hardness.

I stumbled through an apology and, well, actually I really don’t recall much of the next few minutes. My brain just went into hyper-drive and it took a while to recover. Do recall, for those of you in my age group or older, that back in the late 90s or early 00s, it was rare for the ladies to have shaven beavers. Brazilian waxes were not so popular then, as they are now. This split second full view I had of Shelly’s pre-adolescent-looking pussy was the first time ever that I had seen such a thing on a grown woman. My fiancé then had a nicely trimmed bush, but I had simply not realized until then how wonderful a shape that part of the female was.

Suddenly sobered up, I again averted my eyes as she finished the task of removing her jeans, laying them across the dashboard, and settling into the far corner… in the dark shadow. I was uncomfortable as I thought that perhaps that honest mistake had ruined the fun we were having up until then. I really was sorry and tried to say it. But, she re-assured me that all is well, though I didn’t really believe it, and she took another drink from the bottle and passed it to me.

“Ok, your turn, stud. Let’s see if I can rip your jockeys off.”

I gave it my best laugh, but knew that she really wasn’t feeling as playful as she was pretending.

I, too, had difficulty in getting my pants off. But, I did without her help and she maintained a quiet disposition while looking away. I pulled on the gym shorts and realized that my erect penis, which stayed that way unfortunately throughout the entire incident, did not really fit into the garment. Though I am not porn-star big, I am bigger than average—about seven inches long and with a really large “head”. As such, when I gazed down my shirt-less chest, I could clearly see the tip of my cock in between my belly and the stretch band of the shorts. I leaned forward to lay out my wet clothing and tried to think of something non-sexual so I could reduce the embarrassment potential. But, I couldn’t help but notice that Shelly’s red panties were lying on the front seat, next to her bra. The instant image of her sitting behind me wearing only my t-shirt stretched down to cover that incredible pussy nearly made me explode. My cock was rubbing against the back of the driver’s seat as I arranged my clothing and any thought of my erection going away was totally gone. I pictured that perfect ass of hers, bare as the day she was born, sitting on the leather seat. Right here, next to me.

I slid back into my own seat quietly, ensuring that the obvious bulge in my crotch remained hidden from her direct view and let her know that I was done. We sat there for a while listening to the storm outside and feeling the vehicle sway in the wind. Eventually, we started to organize getting the seat put down so we could lie down and stretch our legs. During this process, I also had to turn off the engine and while I was reaching for the key, I was pretty certain that she noticed my “condition”. She was careful while we were jostling about to keep the shirt in position pulled down low, and I was careful to not look anywhere I should not be looking.

We finally got stretched out and I took one final drink and offered it to her. She accepted, took a sip, and then rolled away from me. I stared at the ceiling and started to try to doze. It was probably midnight and I was still very hungry. I wished for my hard-on to go away, but it did not. I knew that I wasn’t going to sleep, but I kept still and relaxed as best as I could.

I must have dozed as, when I awoke with a start, I noticed that I was chilly. All I had on was a pair of “too small” shorts. Thankfully, my penis had finally relaxed as well. I must have stirred as Shelly also awoke. She slid over to me and put her head into the nook between my left arm and chest. Her entire body pressed up along my side and her left leg wrapped over me. She ran her fingers across my chest and combed the hairs.

I hugged her tightly across the shoulders, then lowered my hand, not really on purpose but just instinctively, down to her waist and held her in so to maximize body contact. She clearly was chilly, too.

She continued to lightly career my chest, her fingers exploring from one nipple to the other. Not aggressively, but rather sleepily. I think she was saying that she forgave me and I suddenly felt better. I was also mildly massaging her back, eventually wrapping my hand under the shirt and up along her bare then waist. Perhaps I was pushing my luck, but I wasn’t being aggressive or even thinking sexually. I was just comforting and warming her.

However, guys are guys and it wasn’t long before my mind starting to wander. I pictured her bare ass, exposed as her shirt had worked its way up during our snuggling act. Though I couldn’t see it, I knew it was visible to anyone looking inside the window. Her pussy was also pressed against my thigh. Wishing I had more nerve endings in that part of my body so I could actually feel it, I could only imagine what it was like. As such, my cock jumped to attention once again and soon, without my being able to resist, its over-sized purple head was again peeking through my shorts. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the fabric band stretching away from my skin and knew that I once again, was partially exposed.

Her hot breath continued in steady pulses blowing down across my chest. If she was looking, she would most definitely see my excitement and it became clear to me that, with the light tickling of her eyelashes on my body, I knew she was looking…

As my forefinger and thumb were circling the small of her back, she lifted her head up letting her soft hair fall on to my chest. She looked into my eyes, her pouty lips in a devious smile, and she asked me, “How about a $40 stress relief?”

It was hard for me to answer as I was chuckling and the usual ethics “should I or shouldn’t I” question suddenly becomes important, but she was quick to reassure with a, “Don’t worry—this is just between us, ok?”

How can a guy with a raging hard-on and a beautiful goddess on his arm refuse? Well, I didn’t.

She leaned forward and gave me the softest gentlest kiss I have ever had. Her lips touched mine. I was stunned. And right in the middle of it, she quickly darted her tongue ever so slightly swiping my lips from left to right. Imagining the tip of her tongue reminded me of her clit and its visible little red nose.

Her fingers trailed down to my aching cock and she pulled away from my lips and focused her attention below. With one swift and gentle motion, she stretched the elastic band of my short up and over my member and flipped it into the cool air, fully exposed for her examination.

“Hmmmmm, you definitely need some relaxing, don’t you, big boy?” she taunted.

Draping her right arm across my mid-section, she laid a series of short kisses from my chest down toward my navel, stopping just at the tip of my cock, sure to be glistening with pre-cum by now. Her left hand was already starting to stroke it- starting slowly but quickly accelerating.

“Want me to suck you? That’ll cost extraaaa…” She continued the taunts.

I didn’t care what she would do- oral or not, I was going to cum very soon. With my left hand, I pulled on her shirt and got it mostly up above her tits. She sat up without stopping her stroking and I could finally see profile, her right breast swaying just a few inches from my face. Her nipple was erect and I strained my head forward to suckle. Shelly accommodated my need and leaned forward so I was able to get that tit in my mouth. I sucked her entire mound inside my mouth, the hard flesh of the nipple rolling against the roof of my mouth. She gasped, letting me know that she enjoyed my rough behaviour and I responded by sucking even harder.

I lowered my hand as far as I could and slid my finger over her ass towards her pussy. Though I couldn’t reach the promised land, I did reach the wetness and my finger danced around between her cheeks, then slid effortlessly into her anus until the second knuckle. She let out another gasp of pleasure and she clenched my chest with her right hand while suddenly pulling hard on my cock. Unexpectedly, I blew my entire load at that very second. Without warning (very unusual for me) and without being able to stop it, a stream of hot cum shot straight onto her cheek, then continued its trail down her throat and finished it’s spray across my face as well. Several more intense contractions continued to spill my white fluid onto her left tit and on my body. It was like a couple orgasms in one for me, not only in pleasure but also in quantity of cum. It was incredible.

When I finally relaxed, I realized that my index finger was pushed entirely into her ass and she was not at all complaining. I withdrew my finger and pulled her bottom forward by grabbing an entire rump and swinging her light-weight body with ease.

Not caring that I had my own cum splayed across my lips and dripping from my chin, I turned her over and finally, was able to survey her tight little body from top to bottom. From her tiny titties, both begging to be sucked while stretched and erect, to her bald pussy, I could not wait to get started and she was very inviting. I plunged my left hand within the folds of her pussy, her legs opening and finally revealing the entire structure, the red swollen knob just the tip of her glistening vagina, spread wide like a butterfly and filled with anticipation. First one finger, then two, then three found their way deep inside her love box. She squirmed as I finger fucked her deeply and hard.
I leaned over to suck on her other tit, knowing that she liked it rough. I rolled her nipple over my teeth while realizing that it was lubricated with my own juice. She pulled my hair and I kissed her neck up to her mouth once again. This time, her full lips were parted and my tongue and hers danced back and forth as we breathed each other’s exhale. Again, I noticed my cum on her face and mouth as we French kissed aggressively. Though I had never tasted myself, it didn’t bother me and didn’t seem to bother her as well.

I withdrew my fingers and began to massage her clit. She began to make the journey to an orgasm herself and I felt my cock stiffen for a second round. I then realized that I did not have a condom and, rather than mounting her, just pressed myself against her side. Soon, I found myself working my mouth back down across her breasts and towards her belly button. I was going to lick and kiss that smooth pussy before I was done—that was sure.
As I reached her parting legs, my hands fully pasted with her juices, she clenched her legs together and shouted as she climaxed. She first grabbed my head upwards, but then arched her back backwards and pushed my head down. I rolled my tongue across those beautiful smooth mounds at the top left and right of her clitoris as she finished the orgasm. She smelled fresh and I rubbed my right cheek across her pelvic area. I slowly brought my hand to my mouth, making trails with my fingers through her moistness and tasted her sweetness. And sweet it was.
She fully relaxed and let her legs fall into an open position.

It was then that I noticed a street lamp outside was on (hey, we had power again!) as it gave me perfect lighting to admire her fully flushed and glistening pussy. I took my time exploring every fold and contour, occasionally kissing a part here and there while tasting as I went. Shelly seemingly was enjoying it- I could feel her hand on my back giving me a caress and mildly pushing me to remain with my mouth at work. Feeling completely content, though with a mild erection still, I continued to enjoy this position for quite a while until I noticed that she was most definitely getting aroused once again.

This time, I couldn’t resist. I spun myself around and positioned the bottom of my hard shaft within the folds of her c*nt. She did not resist in the least and, after only one or two full length strokes getting myself fully lubricated, I plunged myself all the way into her wanting pussy. I probably should have been gentler, but she pushed back just as hard while letting out a scream that I can only describe at “carnal”. I looked down to see my cock get smothered by this tight little tw*t all the way to the base and I wondered how far inside her I reached. It seemed half-way up her body. But, she fucked me right back and grabbed at my ass to encourage me to continue.
I don’t think I had ever absolutely pounded a girl like I did to her that night. Nor, have I ever done so again. I banged her pussy as hard as I can, despite probably weighing more than twice her weight, for as long as I can. I am amazed that she did not break.

We swapped positions and soon she was riding me cowgirl and I could watch as her teen-like titties bounced up and down in her frenzy. She rode me until exhaustion, then flipped around to suck my sore member while stroking the base. I recall watching her stretch her small mouth wide to take my wide penis head inside-- she was voracious. As I pushed my face up and stuck my tongue into her gaping hole of a pussy, I shot my second load of the night.
I licked her a bit more and tried to get her engine going again, but she made it clear that she was finished and she rotated around to lay once again in my arms. She kissed me on my cheek and I noticed that my second orgasm left its mark again on her face and hair. Strands of gooey semen stretched between our faces and flowed in sticky streams between our bodies. My Jeep was a mess and the carpets would have to be cleaned.

We laid there for a while, then did our best to re-dress and clean up, using my two pair of socks. We discussed what had happened and agreed to keep it to ourselves. She was on the pill, so thankfully we had no worries about that. We took another nap.

When we awoke, it was early morning. The rain had mostly stopped and the roads were quiet and non-flooded. I was again in the mood, but we agreed that it would be best to get home and call a wrecker for her car as soon as possible.

I ended up ultimately dropping her off at home around lunch time, having had to sneak from the car-park up a couple flights of stairs wearing very little as she preferred just to make a run for it rather than putting back on wet clothing. I got a nice look once more at her pussy and tits as she took off the shirt and walked nude to her bedroom to grab a robe.

Though I was hoping for another round at that point, she simply thanked me and we kissed, and that is the end of the story. Though friends still, it has not been repeated and remains a secret.

[viridian]

That was a very well written story. Thank you for sharing =]