It was late in the evening. The rain was coming down and she had no umbrella, no long coat...nothing. The rain pelted her shirt turning it almost translucent. Her breasts were soaked and her nipples tightened at the cold water touching them.
She had seen that same guy again at the coffeehouse tonight. She had seen him before. She was so attracted to him, but had not approached him. He had never said a word to her and so she had assumed he wasn't interested. Too bad, she thought. He had looked so sexy tonight. She reached into her bag for her keys and opened the door. Just as she entered the foyer she dropped her bag.
"Damn." She cursed as she dropped down to pick up its contents. She replaced them all except her favorite lipstick. Where was it?
"Is this what you're looking for?" She turned abruptly to find the man from the coffeehouse holding her mauve lipstick.
"Yes, thank you." She retrieved it and his warm hand touched her chilled one.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I followed you."
"Why?" She asked breathless.
"You know." His voice caressing her like caramel over warm vanilla ice cream.
She shook her head. "No, I don't." But she lied. Even as she backed into the house, she longed to have those hands all over her body. She wanted to beg him to take her and more. She sighed. He was right. She had been giving him the eye for a few weeks now.
He had noticed her from the first. Those tight dark jeans with the g-string he could see when she had bent over that first time to select her coffee beans. The second time he had seen her she had worn that tight pink sweater with no bra on. Her nipples had been tight and her tits bounced as she walked. Did she do it on purpose? Was she instinctively trying to tell all the men around her that her pussy was hot and ready for them? He almost groaned.
He closed the door behind him. He placed her bag on the small table and threw his long, black coat over it.
"I don't even know your name." She whispered, already dewy wet and ready for him. Her pussy was purring for what he could give her.
"It doesn't matter." He told her.
He used his hands to secure her hips as the wall came up sharply behind her. His hands hooked into her jean pockets as he unbuttoned the first two buttons. His hands roamed behind and gripped her ass and slipped underneath. He smiled. He could feel her thong and its dipping into her round ass.
Kimber groaned into his neck as her pussy creamed with his hands roaming her body.
"That's it, baby. Purr for me." He murmured as he pulled her jeans down a little bit. His hand came into the front of her jeans area and went further still moving her little slit and pushing his fingers inside. She was a hot little slut. She was creamy and dripping for him.
Jared smiled. He knew she would be this way. Just the way she walked into the coffeehouse with her tight ass and her tits bouncing -she was just asking for a gangbang in the back. He had gotten enough of her silent signals to know that he had what she needed.
