The rain came down in soft sheets, millions of small droplets banded close enough together to make a beautiful, hypnotic rhythm on the awnings of the shops and apartment buildings on Clark street. The water rose halfway up on the curbs, covering most of the drains and threatening to rise onto the sidewalk. It had been coming down since 4AM and now, at 6:05AM it didn't appear to be losing any momentum. It was a bit darker than usual at this hour with the downpour, but there was light out. The temperature had been oppressive lately but the rain had brought it down to a comfortable level. An occasional early riser on the street could be seen in a windbreaker in addition to the umbrella..
The man in the sweater had pulled into the recessed storefront and set his umbrella down. He took a deep breath and wiped his brow. He looked up and down the street. A woman who was readying herself for work, watched him from her third floor condominium window. She thought he was looking for something or someone. While applying her foundation make-up, she decided to keep an eye on him from time to time.
He stood for fifteen or twenty minutes. He would sigh occasionally, then look at his watch. He tried to keep the tall white cup of coffee in his hand, but it would become to warm. He had just set it down once again, when the woman in the window noticed his behavior change, he was alert and looking southward down the street. She thought she could see a woman approaching in the rain. Yes, he was certainly looking that way, at her. She looked him over once again, studying him as best she could through the sheets of rain, deciding if he seemed threatening or not. It seemed harmless to her at first that he sought refuge from the downpour in the doorway of the car dealer. She now saw just how deep the doors were recessed, five or six feet she gathered. If he were intending ill will he had found the place to carry it out. As the woman approaching with the red umbrella was on the same sidewalk, half of a block away, he also had a victim. The man was watching her. The woman grabbed her cordless phone, to be ready.
As the woman with the umbrella approached, the man hugged back to the wall, his head peering around the corner, just enough to keep one eye on her. He flattened his back tight to the bricks. As she passed him she felt his presence there and it frightened her, she jumped noticeably the woman upstairs thought. She readied the phone and put her finger on the button programmed for the police. But the woman on the sidewalk did not keep walking.
She looked at the man carefully, her feet ready to run in the other direction.
"Its raining pretty hard out there, don't you think?" the man said.
"I have an umbrella," she replied.
"Still, you should get out of it, the wind is blowing pretty good and your clothes are wet. If it keeps blowing your mascara will run."
She looked him over distrustfully. "I don't wear any makeup. So that won't happen."
He reached out and grabbed her umbrella, then tossed him about five feet back into the curbside puddle, he then grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the doorway quickly.
The woman watching hit the button and waited for the answer, her eyes unable to look away from the scene playing out. She then saw the man force his mouth over the woman's. He slammed her up against the brick wall and used his body to keep her there. While waiting for the police to answer the woman above wondered what possessed the girl to even stop. That thought intrigued her. She thought she sensed a lack of resistance on the girl's part.
He pushed his crotch tight to her hips pinning her hard. She tried to struggle but he only kissed her harder. He then put his hand behind her left thigh and pulled her leg up, placing it around his hip. She pushed harder against him, but his strength overpowered her. He jerked her skirt up high, exposing her thong beneath it.
The girl hit him on the side of his head after wiggling her right hand free. He slapped her gently with his left.
"Baby wants to play rough huh?"He leaned away from her and then gave her a sudden slam back into the wall that took some sting out of her. Which gave him enough time to toughly rip the thong from her hips. He ground his mouth into hers, she weakly resisted, breathing hard from the rough treatment. He reached down with his right hand. "Baby's getting wet. I think baby wants a strange fuck, don't she?" She whimpered as if to offer resistance. His tongue lashed hers fiercely as he resumed his animalistic kiss. While using his right hand to work her pussy, his left came up behind her head and kept her mouth firm against his.
She was losing resistance and he sensed it. Her tongue was beginning to work.
"17th precinct police department, how can I help you?" The woman heard the voice but noticed that the red umbrella woman's leg had never left the man's hip, when she could have easily dropped it at any time. "Hello, is there someone there, do you need the police?" When she saw the woman wrap her arms around the man's head with abandon and begin to kiss him with same intensity he'd used, she knew she didn't need the police. "Sorry I got the wrong number."
When his fingers found the wetness to be just right, he wasted no time in unzipping his pants, and pulling his hard cock out. The woman lifted her right leg up now, as his weight kept her body pinned to the bricks, then wrapped that leg around his hip as well, offering her wetness to him He worked his fingers around inside of her while they continued to kiss. He wiggled his middle finger around in circles, loosening her opening. Then he put another finger in to further loosen her up. "Baby wanna fuck?" No response. "Baby wanna feel some cock up that wet pussy?" She moaned. "Oh yeah, baby wants some hard stuff don't she, she wants to fuck. Tell me you want to fuck."
