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It has been a killer week. Finishing my second single malt of the evening, I decided to head home. As I exit the building the air hit me square in the face, hot, thick, and heavy. It reminded me of the Scotch I’d just enjoyed. How poetic, I laugh. Taking a deep breath I could smell rain, possibly a storm was coming. Shit, I needed to stop by Kroger on my way home. Nothing I dislike more than dealing with the rude, vacant checkers there. The rain was starting, light now but will get worse. The sky was like a tunnel. The Kroger parking lot was almost deserted. Ah, lucky me…in, out and home, I thought. I pulled into a parking space just in time for the rain to start falling even harder, no umbrella, of course. To my left I saw a shadow, a person. Looking closer, I saw that it was a woman and she was tugging on the door handle of her car. No raincoat or umbrella, and she was absolutely soaked. I roll my window down just enough to ask her if she needed help. She turned 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 said. She stooped 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 explained. “Please, get in,” I plead, “We can find them when the rain lets up.” She opened etimesgut escort the passenger side door and quickly slide in. Being human, as she got in my eyes went straight to her thighs exposed when her skirt rode up and then up 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 tried to lift my eyes away, but not fast enough, I was busted. It had taken her only 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 continued to take a tour around her luscious body but she didn’t seem to mind. She was wearing hip-hugging Daisy Duke Levi shorts, sandals and basically no shirt. She was 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 said, “We need to get you out of those wet things before you catch your death of cold.” She laughed out loud and said, “Do you mind?” Then, in a flash, she was peeling off first her blouse and then her Daisy Dukes. Now, in nothing but her panties, she opened the door a little to wring the water from the small garments. I think I was blushing. Just like that, eryaman escort she was 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 caught her peeking. The rain had become a drumbeat, the rhythm of unknown origin, primitive and hot. We grabbed at each other. My hands went straight for her fine young breasts. Firm and still wet from the rain, they slid easily through my hands as my fingers encircled her nipples. She was moving her fingers under my shirt, then it was off. A magician’s move I think. In turn, I had her panties down to her knees and my hand went to her pussy, smooth, wet, a gust of hot perfume made me crazy. In a quick move, I took her seat down and then sincan escort I moved on top of her. My lips went down from her neck, across her nipples, then to the hot crease between her legs. I opened her legs with my hands and hungrily tongued her clit. Parting her delicate pink lips, I forced my tongue deep into her pussy. As I moved my tongue enthusiastically in and out of her warm pussy, as I marveled at how delicious she tasted. Somehow, my jeans were off. How? I couldn’t tell you. I fell back against the car door or was pushed. Somehow she had my cock in her mouth and was 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. Unnoticed by me, the car had morphed into a warm snug cocoon. For all practical purposes we were alone in a world that had been swallowed and replaced by a void, a dizzy and wonderful void. With my cock still in her mouth, she spun and forced her damp pussy against my face. My tongue hungrily found its mark. Her mouth continued the rhythmic up and down movement on my shaft and the rain sounded like it might tear the vehicle apart. We were beyond caring, beyond everything. Suddenly, she dispelled the darkness with a guttural moan, “Uugggghhhhhhh,” followed by a shriek that startles me momentarily. She thrust and pushed her clit against my mouth, hard. Her thighs gripped the sides of my face, hard. Her body tensed and I realize she was cumming and cumming hard. It quickly became impossible for me to breathe and the world was becoming fuzzy as I started to cum. Balancing on the edge of consciousness, my cum filled her mouth.
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