#1406: Stranger Storm Sex
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Getting caught in the rain is usually portrayed as a romantic encounter, but in our story it’s a catalyst for a hot hook up with a stranger. When a woman decides to ask a man she met at the bus stop to dry off she ends up getting a lot wetter…
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Transcript
It had been a few months since I moved into my new place in the country. After years of living in the city, feeling burnt out I yearned for a slower pace of life, close to green fields, big woodland and wild animals I was used to when I grew up. I found a small cottage in the surrey countryside which was perfect and quant, exposed wooden beam low ceilings, stone-floored kitchen and wood burner fire in a cosy living room, it was perfect.
I had moved in during the summer and fully appreciated the warm evenings in the garden, enjoying the bird chirping all day long, it was my little piece of heaven to de-stress and relax. I was lucky I could work remotely which made summer days even better and with friends visiting on weekends I couldn’t be happier. As the summer came to a close, the nights got shorter, autumn was on the horizon and the temperature got a bit cooler. This didn’t bother me too much, with the cooler nights bringing a refreshing clean sweep of the air and a downpour of rain bringing new delights with it.
On a nice evening I didn’t mind been in outside when it rained, with the warm temperature the raindrops on my skin felt amazing, The rain brought peace with it, things stood still and it created its stillness through the motion of dropping from the sky. Stood in the rain, nothing else mattered than that feeling of the droplets hitting me, it was a distraction of sorts, but I welcomed it, in that moment I was present, I was alive and in control of my actions but simultaneously at there mercy of the weather, I loved it.
A downside of not being in the city was, that when you fancied doing something spontaneous at the drop of the hat, it wasn’t always that easy. For women who had a high sex drive, this didn’t always match up well. Since moving down I had found a few regulars to play with, nothing serious just enough to fill my appetite enough to be fulfilled. Unlike in the city where people were more liberated and outwardly open about their sexual desires, in the country, things were more conservative and the men needed to be taught a thing or two that was for sure. This is why I liked my regulars, I knew what I was going to get and could upskill them if need be on my desires.
After a long week of work in which I had barely left the house, I couldn’t wait to head out and meet one of the usuals. Nothing fancy, I’d make him cook some dinner for us both, share some wine then we’d get to the good stuff for dessert. He was a bit younger and keen to impress, so I always let him pull out all the stops and sometimes let him know he was been a good boy from time to time.
It was a humid day and before I while I was getting ready clouds started to darken and the rain started to come in, it was fine rain, barely visual when I looked outside the windows as I got ready. Finishing my small glass of wine, I found my keys and headed out into my car. Turning the key, the car didn’t start, that wasn’t a problem this had happened before usually after a few more turns it would fire up and all would be well.
This time it didn’t happen, the engine must have flooded and I wasn’t going anywhere fast. To put it bluntly, I was fucked and not in the way I wanted to be right now. Taxis were expensive and always such a long wait but I knew I could get a bus from the bottom of the road to the train station and then make my way somewhat closer to where I needed to be. The only problem was, this wasn’t like London bus’s 2 never came at the same time and you were lucky if one would be on time, but I had to try and I didn’t like these fuck boys coming to my place, that was my sanctuary and I kept it that way.
I grabbed a jacket, changed my sandals and walked down to the bus stop. By bus top, I was a sign on the side of a quiet road, no shelter just a large tree nearby where you could seek some refuge. Arriving at the bus stop, I wasn’t the only unlucky sole waiting there, a young man stood sheltering under a tree and was also waiting. There was no sign when the next bus would arrive, only a sign with the timetable of buses. I ask him if he’d been waiting long, apparently, 30 minutes had passed and he was yet to see any bus. They were due every hour and this wasn’t a good sign as the weather got worse we spoke a little, he was heading to the train station to get home and had no choice but to wait.
I stood with him as the wind started to pick up and no sign of our transit my desire to keep getting wet in aid of catching this bus was wavering and it was clear this bus wasn’t coming. As my jacket and dress stuck to my body I decided this was a bust, but I couldn’t see his young man stand her alone, I asked him his name, telling me it was Tom and I invited him back to mine to wait for the next bus in the dry at least. He smiled and willingly took me up on my offer.
As we walked back to my place, we laughed at how ridiculous this was but it was part and parcel of living in the countryside. Heading in the door, the reprieve from the rain was well received by using both. I took off my jacket, my dress clinging to my body with the wet I grabbed a towel for us both to dry off a little before going to the fridge and poured us both a glass of wine before inciting Tom to make himself at home and get dry.
Through the reflection of the window, I could see Tom catching a cheeky stare at my bum in the wet dress. He was a good-looking guy, with broad shoulders and certainly my type. We stood in the kitchen both a bit wet, he more so than I, his T-shirt was wet but I wasn’t complaining too much but offered him a fresh towel and a large jumper. Willingly agreeing he took off his shirt placing it on the radiator to dry. Being summer the heating wasn’t on so I walked him to the airing cupboard upstairs where the boiler was located along with the towels. The hallways is small upstairs and as I opened the cupboard door, were pushed closer to each other as I hand him a towel and show him where he can hang up his t-shirt.
We stood close to each other, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable as we took in the silence I got a first look at his eyes, they were piercing blue similar to mine. My wet hair was coving my face I cheekily bite my lip and asked if he’d like to dry his jeans in there too. Like a young dear in the headlights, he didn’t know what to say and only replied with a quiet “sure” as I reach for his belt to help him out of them. He stood there as I undid his belt and zip and they dropped them to the ground I told him I better dry this dress too and slipped the straps off my shoulder dropping it on the floor I leaned in and placed my hands on his shoulder forcing him to pull me into him as we began kissing.
He was warm and strong, with every movement of our tongues his confidence grew from a sheepish boy he grabbed my ass pulling me into him. The waist pushing into my chest I could feel his cock begin to blunge in his boxers, my thong couldn’t get any wetter as I got more excited from our embrace I pushed away from him, both dripping wet in the hallways I smiled and laughed a little towards him.
He looked at me confused and I explained that maybe missing this bus wasn’t such a bad thing afterwards. I grabbed him and pulled him towards my bedroom, he was a stranger only 10 minutes ago but this was part of the excitement, 2 strangers meeting randomly in a storm before creating a whirlwind themselves was the perfect story.
His cock was noticeably hard now and I turned to face him grabbing it for the first time and removing his boxers from over his ass it stood to attention for me. I knelt down and placed it in my mouth as she looked down at me our eyes made contact again. I moved up and down his shaft, licking the top of his head without breaking contact. I told him how great his cock was holding it with one hand I licked under her balls and back up his cock before placing it down my throat again. He moaned with pleasure, every lick was putting him on edge as I could feel the blood building in the head of his cock, he was so fucking hard. I loved sucking cock and it turned me on even more as I reach down to touch my pussy, I could feel how wet it was, she was hungry and I wanted this cock inside me. I stood up, reached towards my bedside table and passed him a condom, as he put it on I dropped my underwear and led back on the edge of the bed.
He walked towards me as I grabbed his cock he leaned over to kiss me as I guided his piece towards my soaking wet pussy I hooked my feet around his waist and forced him inside of me. I was dripping wet as he slides right into me, pushing his growth all the way in I lay back and enjoy being filled. I tell him to fuck me as his cock moved back and forth inside of me I tell him he’s a good boy. He’s taken aback by my comments, a fresh young man with a lot of enuthasim he willingly kept thrusting inside of me again and again.
I sit up a little, reaching for his back as I dig my nails into him, he jumps a little with the pain and I continue to grab him back I scream into his ear, telling him to fuck me harder and harder. Over and over again I moan with enjoyment before laying back down I move my hips with the rhythm of his cock back and forth. I’m loving every moment I can feel his exhaustion building he’s getting close. I tell him once again how much of a fucking good boy he is and told him to cum inside my wet pussy, screaming for him to cum for me.
His stroke quickens, he is almost there I can feel his cock deep inside me as I grab his waist with my legs wants again I hook my heels around him as he moans with pleaser he releases his load cuming with the final thrusts he holds him cock inside of me as he collapses on top of my body. His warm body on mine felt great as I ran my hand through the back of his hair I whispered into his ear ‘good boy’ and laughed as he took his cock out of me and lay next to one another on the bed.
We laughed, as I remark how a good fucking has dried him off perfectly. As we lay there, Tom became a little shy as I felt an urge of tiredness come over he told me he’d never fucked older women before. I slapped my hand on his chest as I sat up and told him if he was lucky I might get to fuck older women again before patting him on the head and telling him he should get dressed.
Putting his marginal dryer clothes back on, I lent him a large hoody I told him he could return it one day maybe and led him to the door as we kissed goodbye, the rain had now stopped and he walked into the night back to the bus stop.