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A crisp breeze blew over the townsfolk as the obscure clouds gathered under the night sky. The land had been dry for far too long, and it looked like its thirst would finally be quenched by the heavens but if only it could wait for a little longer.
'Please. Just a few minutes more.' He thought as he drove out of the news hub but nature didn't stop for him. Nothing ever did.
The rain poured down over Harpersville with a roar. The sound of emptiness was disrupted by the loud gregarious boom of thunder. The harsh rain obliterated the crystal night sky and turned it into disorientated chaos.
The rain fell so thickly, gallons of water drowned the streets in an affair of seconds. The wipers of the black Volvo S60 Cross Country he drove couldn't keep up with the water that poured on it, neither could the wheels of the car. But he continued, stubborn enough to not give up. He promised her he would be home early, and though this wasn't exactly the 'early' he imagined, he wasn't going to completely disappoint her like always.
His job was hectic and time-demanding. He scarcely ever had time for himself, not to mention her, who kept on nagging about him not paying enough attention to her. He always tried his best to effectively use his time, but the thick traffics and stressing roads only made matters worse for him.
"Damn it! Not now!" He hissed, banged his hand on the steer as the car slowly came to a halt in the traffic, cars bumper to bumper and no way out.
However, he wasn't in a mood to let the usual screech of horn stop him. Finally deciding he has had enough of the long wait in the traffic, he exhaled the air, he caged in his lungs and branched out to a less busy route. A road that was less taken by the inhabitants of Harpersville because of the rumours of how dangerous it is over there at night.
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A soft knock on the door broke the dark silence of the corridor. A smile was beaming on his lips, stretching ear to ear as he tapped along the wooden surface again. He stood there like forever, but no one responded.
Sighing, he twisted the doorknob and, to his surprise, the door opened instantly. He flinched at the gentle moans coming from the bedroom, his heart sinking at the sight of the candles illuminating the house.
Hesitant, he dawdled across the way, and slowly peeked into the bedroom. His stomach churned, his eyes wide in pain as he caught his girlfriend wrapped in the arms of his best friend.
She was half-naked against his bare chest, both of their bodies pressed so close they could be mistaken for a single frame. Giggling, she whispered something in his ears before he picked her up and placed her in his arms, both laughing as they enjoyed the night.
Ignoring the tears clouding his bloodshot eyes, he turned away.
The rain hadn't stopped when he angrily slumped into his car. The engines purred, and the tyres screeched as he angrily sped off. Drowned in intense hate for them, he increased the speed as flashes of their what he saw hit him at every turn.
How had he been so stupid?
'Or perhaps it's my fault?' he closed his eyes trying to fight the thought then he slipped, losing control of the steer and almost crashing. He halted, tyres screeching, at the sight of a tall figure slumbering across the road.
Standing there in shock was a lady drenched in the rain. He quickly got out to the lady. The cold icy rain pierced her pale and wet skin. She ran across the slippery track, her posture weakened by the weight of her soaked clothes.
"Hey there!" He gulped as he approached her. "Are you okay?"
The woman glanced at him, nodding as she shuddered.
His look softened. "Would you want me to drop you off or something?" He asked as he looked at how the raindrops raced down her body.
She stared at him for a while before nodding once more. He guided her to his car, opened the door for her before he got in himself.
He looked back at her. How her lips curved into a grin. How her nipples stood out in her white dress. He could see everything since she was completely soaked.
"W-Where to?" he stammered, a shot of hot blood rushing down his backbone. Hearing no response, he peeked back at her. She gazed blankly at him as she bit a small curve of her lip, arching her chest just a bit before she broke the eye contact.
"Are you a hooker?" he blurted out, instantly regretting his existence.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't-" he apologized. "I was just-"
He broke off when he saw her lips curve into another smile.
"Don't worry ... I get that a lot." She said with an accent typical of a Mexican.
He kept quiet, uncertain of what to do or say. The awkward silence went on for a few minutes before she broke it.
"I'm actually not from around. I kinda lost my way."
"Oh," he mumbled to himself. "You could spend the night at my place if you'd like. It's nearby, I can find you some fresh clothes too," he added, unsure of what to expect for an answer.
"That's so nice of you," she looked at him, her lips curving into a smile. "I'll appreciate that."
It wasn't long before they reached his apartment - a three-bedroom flat he bought so he could move in with his girlfriend when they get married.
"It's not huge, but it's large enough to accommodate you for a night." He smiled as he let her in.
"So cosy!"
"You gotta come out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold." He said as he disappeared into a room and came out holding a towel and some clothes.
"The washroom is that way."
"Thanks." She said and disappeared into the washroom.
After some time, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel and began to contentedly pat her young breasts dry.
He bit his lip as he looked at her from outside through the opened door.
"Your shirt looks huge on me." She said as she walked out her legs, left exposed under the shirt. She seemed to have purposely decided not to wear the pants he gave her.
"You look good." He complimented her with a grin and laughed as she blushed furiously.
"Come on," he waved for her to sit down, "let's watch a movie and maybe get to know ourselves better."
She nodded in agreement and walked right up to him. She grinned mischievously as she sat uncomfortably close to him. Trying to avoid her warmth, he turned on the TV and put on a horror film.
"This is a favourite of mine." He said.
She could hear his heart thumping wildly as she sat close to him. He breathed faster. She traced her eyes down the shorts he wore and she could see the outline of his magnificent dick. She gulped - how she wished it was in her mouth.
She bit her lips tight and turned to him. His face contorted as he tried to understand what her gestures meant. Then before he could make sense of it, she slipped her hand into his shorts.
"Err, Mari?"
She bit her lip and stared directly into his eyes. As if he was bewitched by her alluring look, he inched forward and got closer till their lips met.
Now he didn't give a fuck about anything. He pulled her in and kissed her wildly, his fingers buried deep in her hair.
As their tongue went in and out of each other's mouth, he slid his hands in between her legs under the shirt she wore and worked her clit with his finger. She moaned under his touch as it sent an earthquake through her loins, causing her body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.
He slid his hand up her body then touched and fondled her breasts.
"Oh!" She gasped when his mouth found her breast. She slid her fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to as he suckled her nipples until they were wet, stiff, and sensitive, and she felt the caress in her blood.
She knelt down before him and let his dick out of its bondage. She gasped when she saw the size of it. She took it into her mouth and licked the precum off his tip. She brushed her tongue several times across the tip then pulled it hard into her mouth.
He grunted in satisfaction. The sucking sound of her mouth against his flesh, the feel of those hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh, the strong grip of his dick with her cold hand and her other hand playing around his balls intensified his senses.
He lunged his head back feeling his dick was about to explode.
"I like the sound of that." She whispered her breath brushing against his skin.
'Who is this girl?' He found himself asking but he couldn't figure out who or what exactly she was but one thing was clear to him - She had experience. She made him feel something he hadn't felt before in any sex.
He carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He crawled on top of her like a lion creeping slowly on its prey. He kissed her at where she was melting then moved towards the lower part of her body. With his tongue flickering in her cunt, she moaned clenching her breasts and moving in a frenzy.
"Easy girl," he said teasingly, "I was just returning the favour" he smirked.
He dug back into her groins. She was all on heat and fire. She tightly grabbed the bedsheets and bit her lips hard as he dug deeper.
He flipped her over and entered her from behind. And as they clung together in the midst of spiralling sensation, she found words welling up from inside - words she didn't know had been lying in wait, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder!" She bemoaned and as if charged, he went in and out of her with such strength. He pushed harder and deeper seeking to explore every part of her body.
He fucked her so hard until he felt an abrupt rush of semen, racing through his dick like the rapids of a river coming with great turbulence. He grabbed hold of her head as he came both of them moaning in sharing of the pleasure.
With sweat racing down their bodies, he came out of her, kissed her and slumped beside her.
"You're good" she grinned as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
He turned to her and smiled "I would agree."
They both burst into laughter.
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Slowly and reluctantly, he opened his eyes, blinked, closed them and blinked again. Streaks of sunlight penetrated the window and shone in the room.
He sat up, drag his feet off the bed and stretched his arms above his head and yawned.
Then from nowhere, the memory of how he spent the night crept in. He smiled. Though still half asleep, he turned towards the other side of the bed to have a feel of her soft skin but realized she was gone.
'She's gone!' The thought yanked his brain out of sleep.
Glancing around the room, turning the gears of his mind to make sense of everything, he pushed himself out of bed, letting his feet hit the cold, linoleum floor, he ran around the apartment thinking she was still there somewhere - perhaps she was in the kitchen preparing him breakfast or in the shower getting ready for another ride but no. There was no trace of her. It was as if no one ever came to the apartment with him the previous night. Like someone had wiped it out of existence.
Or was he imagining it all?
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