Rainy Days The day had been exhausting, his crew working al..

Rainy Days

The day had been exhausting, his crew working alongside him in the downpour. The tent they had quickly erected helped somewhat, but the rain was coming in sideways.

The air was crisp and cool, and he felt the chill of the day clear through to his bones.

After a grueling several hours of this, he told his guys to knock off early.

He stepped into his truck, cursing aloud at the wetness of his own clothes, now sticking to him and allowing the cold to penetrate even deeper.

The drive to the hotel seemed like an eternity. He was anxious to get out of these clothes. With that thought his mind wandered to her. The mystery woman.

True, he had seen her pictures and chatted with her through numerous texts. But she was still just out of touch. He felt himself incredibly attracted to her and was certain she felt the chemistry as well.

He wondered what it would be like if she were waiting for him at the hotel.

The pleasant distraction of his thoughts quickly dissipated as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.

The rain had eased up somewhat, but any thought of waiting it out in his truck seemed ridiculous considering he was already drenched.

Pulling his jacket collar up, he stepped out of the vehicle into the downpour.

The sky was an eerie gray, the clouds blending in as they moved hurriedly above him.

He entered through a side door, having no desire to chit chat about the miserable day with the front desk clerk.

He slid the key into the slot, thinking of her yet again. Was she as attractive as she appeared in her pictures? Would this chemistry, almost tangible now, be there when they finally met in person?

Once again he cursed the weather. He could have met her any day this week had he not had this trip already scheduled. And now he was losing half a day's work because of the storm.

She had mentioned her love of storms to him, but at this moment he couldn’t understand why.

He began to undress as soon as he entered the room. His mind drifted to thoughts of what she had told him about rain, and its effect on her.

Everything about her was sensual, this underlying erotic quality driving him insane. When she described the rain, he felt as though he were incredibly alive, the lover in her erotic storiies.

He reached in and turned the shower to hot. He shut the door, wanting to inhale the steam to clear his head.

He finished undressing and stepped in, the water beating against his cold skin. The steam began to fill the room.

He grabbed the bar of soap and, closing his eyes, began to scrub the day's stress and grime from his skin.

It was then that he felt the slightest shift in temperature, an almost cool breeze perceptible against his nude skin. He had the feeling he was no longer alone.

Somewhat nervously, he reached to open the edge of the shower curtain, peering out as he rubbed the soap from his eyes.

He couldn’t believe it, she was standing right there. She had teased him with thoughts of coming to visit him at his hotel, but he had doubted her sincerity. Yet here she was, standing, nude, in his hotel bathroom.

He began to speak, or at least he attempted to. Any semblance of words were lost on him. She raised a finger to her lips, motioning for him to not make a sound.

She stepped into the shower with him, biting her lower lip as she watched him in his stunned silence.

She was everything he had anticipated. And more. There was such an air of sensuality and sexuality about her. He saw an almost innocent look in her eyes, but then, as he looked deeper he saw something more.

A playful, teasing and mischievous look matched his gaze.

She moved towards him, her hands reaching for his chest.

She slid one hand around his neck and pulled him into her.

He met her kiss with a passion and eagerness he had never before felt.

He heard her moan, and swore he thought he heard her say “this is gonna be fun”.

After a few moments of intense, delicious kissing, her tongue sliding eagerly into his mouth to return the passion, she pulled away and took a step back.

She wanted him to take her all in. The creamy white of her skin. The soft curve of her hips. Her breasts, magnificent and full, her nipples rock hard against the pelting water of the shower.

He had been hard since the moment he laid eyes on her, but his cock somehow seemed to become even more engorged. He was surprised at how erect he was, his cock seemingly having a pulse of its own.

As though she sensed his thoughts, she moved back and sat on the ledge at the rear of the tub. She reached for his hands and pulled him closer.

Her eyes never left his as her tongue found its way to his waiting manhood. She licked at the head, so lightly her touch was barely perceptible, if not for the stimulating currents now pulsating through him.

She smiled as she looked up at him, her hot tongue tracing the length of his shaft.

Her hands slid to his balls, dark red nails lightly raking, tracing the fullness of them.

She tilted her head slowly, and then took him in her mouth.

“Shit”, he exclaimed

Her mouth was on fire, the wetness felt like silk against his skin. He willed himself not to cum too soon. He felt as though he could lose it right then and there, and he sensed that she knew this.

She expertly worked his cock, his balls, sliding him in and out of her mouth as though she were hungry for him.

He reached down and touched her auburn hair, now dripping with the water of the showwer. It was incredibly soft he thought, beginning to wrap his hands in it.

He didn’t want to seem too rough, driving too deep into her throat. As though reading his thoughts, she reached around and grabbed his ass. She pulled him closer and began to move with a sudden sense of urgency. The head of his cock felt as though it were on fire as it hit the back of her throat. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable he began to pull out, but she pulled him in further.

Their pace began to quicken, to the point that he was now fucking her mouth. She seemed to love it, moaning and sucking as though she wanted him to finish right there, in her mouth.

His hands grabbed at the walls, trying to steady his now weak legs. He found the soap dish just in time, as he felt his legs begin to shake, his body beginning to convulse in the most intense orgasm he had felt in years.

“Im gonna cum baby”, he said, giving her time to remove her mouth. But she didn’t. She moaned aloud and held him there, deep in her throat, as his cock exploded. He thought it would never stop, and couldn’t recall ever having cum this much. Or this hard.

She eased back, his cock, still hard sliding out of her mouth. He stared down at this magnificent creature as she looked up at him, that same mischievous smile on her lips.

She began to lick at the head of his cock, eagerly lapping up the remaining cum now dripping slowly from him.

“Bam, bam”....the sound startled him.

“Boss, what’s up? Are we calling it a day?”.

He was confused as he looked out the window of his truck. The rain hadn't eased up at all, and he must have dozed off in the truck. Damn, it had all been a dream. One that had been so real, so intense, he had to shake his head to pull himself out of it.

To be continued…..?