A big storm was moving in from the west, and the rain became too much—I needed to find some shelter because the MGB didn't offer any without the top.
No houses were in sight, so I turned the MGB onto a long, narrow lane that had a mailbox at the main road. I wasn't sure what laid ahead, but I pushed on while hoping to find a small shack or lean-to where I could wait out the storm. To my surprise, there was a house back in the woods at the end of the lane.
The sport exhaust on the MGB had announced my presence long before I appeared in front of the house, stopped under a large tree, and stepped out of the car. I was soaked from head-to-toe, and it was getting colder as the storm moved in. As I approached the front door, I wasn't sure if anyone was home, but I knocked (hard) anyway. After a few minutes had passed, I returned to the topless convertible.
Unsure of what I should do, I looked around and saw only outbuildings with padlocks on them—there wasn't anywhere to put the MGB inside or under. Being without the top for the car was the worst part. Something told me someone was in the house. I had no real reason for thinking that (it was only a hunch), however, when a six-foot tall, soaking wet man shows up at your doorstep, I'd guessed not too many people would've answered the door.
I was looking to the west while trying to see if I could still get ahead of the storm, or at least find someplace dry, when I heard a soft voice speaking to me.
"I'm sorry, but my husband works out of town and only comes home on the weekends. He isn't here, so if you'd just leave, I'd appreciate it. If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"
I smiled and waved goodbye, got back into my car, and fired it up—the sport exhaust barked as the rpm's came up and I put it into gear. I backed up and was about to drive into the storm when the door of the house opened and a beautiful woman stepped out onto the porch.
She was wearing only a sheer, blue nightgown and, even from where I was, I could see it was all she had on. I turned off the engine and she ducked back into the house.
A moment later, she returned wearing a pair of too-big-for-her cowboy boots and a heavy coat over her nightgown. She was carrying some keys and walked to the nearest outbuilding, unlocked the door, swung it open, and then turned to me.
"I can tell by your eyes that you're a good man, so it'd be wrong of me to send you back out into that storm, especially being so far from town. I'm sorry about before, but I'm alone and have to be careful."
I smiled and nodded to her before backing the MGB into the shed and then followed her beckoning. I turned and walked with her into the house. It was a smaller house, but very comfortable and smelled very nice (like jasmine)—even to this day, I can see her face whenever I smell jasmine.
She helped me with my wet clothes—she even pulled my size nine boots off for me—until I was soon standing in front of a roaring fire in a robe she'd brought me and nothing else but shivers. As she brought me a cup of hot coffee, my deep voice boomed.
"Thank you!"
I could see her reaction to my voice. When I saw her shudder, I was reminded of a woman who'd once confided in me that I could make her cum without anything more than my voice. An awkward silence then came over us, and I was feeling the seconds dragging by—the way they can in such a situation.
What happened next is burned into my mind forever.
She stood up from her chair (and without saying a word), looked into my eyes, pulled the nightgown over her head, and stood there in the firelight...she was a vision! With her dark hair and eyes that were as blue as the clear sky, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
She didn't say a word, but came to me and pushed her hands into and under my robe before pressing her naked body against mine. Her body felt very warm (almost hot) as mine was still cold from the rain, but there were signs of a heat wave moving in...fast!
She turned, with her hand in mine, and led me to her bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as she moved about in the darkness. Moments later, she lit a wooden match, leaned forward, and lit a candle with it. The silhouette of her naked body was perfectly outlined by the candlelight.
Perhaps one of the most erotic moments of my life was seeing the vision of her against the light of the flickering candles as she moved around the room while lighting one after the other.
The anticipation was so erotic anyway, but knowing that I was going to get fucked (hard) added to it. The juices of my mind were flowing with things I wanted to do and things I would do.
After lighting the last candle, she came to me, stood in front of me, and we looked into each other's eyes. She was a tiny, perfect angel with a look that "lit my fire." As she kissed me, she pulled herself (hard) against me. As I slid my big hands under her ass and picked her up off of the floor, she threw her legs around my waist.
We didn't speak, but I knew her thoughts as though they were my own. Without being told, I felt what she needed and threw her onto her bed. Her face was flushed, yet I could see the fire flaming up inside of her eyes.
I pulled her legs apart as I pulled her farther down the bed toward me until her ass was at the edge and I was kneeling between her perfect thighs. Her needs were so urgent, she couldn't wait as the heat swept across her like a wildfire. She wanted me to take her fast and hard, but I didn't. We had nothing but time, and I was going to make sure she'd never regret inviting me inside of her house or inside of her.
I started with a kiss to the inside of a thigh (at the knee) and then licked a circle around the spot I kissed. Then I continued moving, a few inches at a time, farther up her thighs (kissing and circling) until I got to the places where her thighs ended.
I pinned her hands down and made her keep them there because (at that moment) I knew something she didn't know, yet...she was about to lose total control!
As her legs shook, I used the tip of my tongue to softly separate her pussy lips and then ran it the full length of her pussy. I flicked my tongue, like a whisper and as soft as a feather, along the very outer edges of the lips and up across her clit. I kissed up to and around her hip bone, flicked my tongue out to tease the crease between her hip and her leg, and then across and down to the top of her clit without touching it.
Then I slid my hands up and pulled the skin away from her clit. She arched her back, which pushed her pussy against my face, I licked her pussy lips (from bottom to top), and then lowered my mouth until it covered her entire clit. Using only the tip of my tongue, I flicked her clit up and down and then gently sucked it into my mouth.
By then, her mind was reeling because she was about to have her first orgasm, and I was moving slowly, which was driving her insane. Her pussy was gushing juices as I closed my teeth around her clit to gently bite and grate across it as I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and then quickly sucked it back in.
By repeating that process over and over, I began seriously sucking her clit (hard), biting it, and holding it in place as I ravished it with my tongue. As she exploded, her orgasm crashed over her like a huge wave as she squirted all over me and my teeth.
