There was a knock on the door last night and the rain was coming down quite heavy. It was an unusually cold rain. Paula had just dropped by earlier and we were talking about the times in the past.
When I opened the door, there you were. You were drenched from the rain with arms folded shivering. Your car had broken down and needed assistance. We invited you in and Paula offered a towel and began drying your hair. I couldn't help but notice your nipples, quite stiff from the chilly rain and your bra was easily evident through your thin white blouse.
I quickly threw a blanket around you and set you on the sofa. Paula brought you a brandy and you sipped it. Didn't help the chill at first but you accepted it as a life preserver in the ocean. We called every number that we had available, even your mobile rescue service. No one was there to help. There was no alternative but to stay the night and fix things in the morning.
As Paula cuddled you with the blanket I held you gently to keep you from shivering. I almost forgot about your nipples being stiff from the cold rain as I was looking at your beautiful hair and beautiful eyes. Paula lights the fireplace as it offers a little warmth but the blanket and my rubbing seemed to help for the first few moments. Paula took over and continued to rub your arms and then worked with your legs.
There wasn't any help except to stay the night. I continued with rubbing your shoulders and arms and accidentally rubbing your breasts. You felt that you had been rescued after all.
Cuddling is a bore for most men but for women it can be an ecstasy. Paula continued rubbing your legs and I held you gently about the shoulders and your demeanor became relaxed although still not losing the shivers. Another sip of brandy and you felt the comfort of a warm home and friends to help.
We laughed about not getting in touch with the rescue people and the laughter, along with the cuddling, turned to a whisper. Relaxation was now apparent as the whisper turned in to a kiss, then a dream came true. It became necessary to discard your wet clothing. Paula helped to unbutton your blouse as I fixed another brandy for all of us to share and then stirred the fireplace. When I turned around I could see a drop of rain water drip from your hair and onto your breast.
Paula unsnapped your bra and revealed your most beautiful and wonderful breasts. I asked for you both not to move and gently sipped the rain from your nipple. It was as sweet as the minerals from a waterfall. Paula continued drying your legs and you became subdued and lay back on the sofa. You felt a little warmer and more comfortable. It wasn't the brandy, it was the attention that makes you feel warm and attended to.
Paula brushes her fingers along your arm, your cheek, your neck and then downward along the curve of your waist and hip. I remain fascinated at the erection of your nipples that have now lost the chill of the cold rain. Gradually I stroke in the direction of your genitals as Paula goes downward from your waist. I move upward from your thigh not to make a move to touch your genitals or your breasts. After a few minutes, you wonder why we haven't they gone further.
You respond by turning towards me, moving closer, raising your hips. I stop, you retreat. Paula continues to massage your thighs. She follows the calf to your thigh and gently kisses your other thigh and continues downward on the opposite. I softly caress you with my hand brushing along your belly in the direction of your delicate soft lips. I kiss the skin between your naval and your pubic hair just below the swell of your belly.