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I live by a state park. It has a nice road/trail in it. If you do the full trail, it's about 37 miles long. The park does have roads through it to make shorter routes, but I was planning on doing the full 37 miles today. I left a note on the whiteboard saying where I was going, grabbed my gear, checked my bike over, and hit the trail by 5PM. By 6PM I started to notice the dark clouds forming overhead. Crap! I checked the weather report yesterday; it didn't say anything about rain. Crap again.
I didn't get to worry about it for too long. A few minutes later the downpour started.
I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, getting soaked, and it seems to be getting darker. I know there is a small shelter by the overlook ahead. It can't be more than 2 miles away, so I kick up the speed and head for it.
I ride my bike right into the shelter in under 10 minutes. It's maybe 6 feet by 8 feet, with a bench along one wall and another bench bolted to the middle of the floor. The wall facing the road is solid, but the other three walls face an overlook and have half walls with open space above it and an awning to keep the rain and snow out of the shelter. It's not much, but it's dry, and hopefully grounded, because the thunder and lightening just started. It wasn't supposed to rain tonight!
I do enjoy thunderstorms, but not being caught in them. Safe in the shelter, I'm sitting on a bench, watching the storm. I'm soaking wet, so I take my shoes off. I figure I might as well take my socks off; maybe they'll dry a little while I'm waiting. I take the socks off and wring about 4 gallons of water out of them before I lay them neatly on the bench to dry. I'm still soaking wet and the rain is not letting up. I look out the windows to check both sides of the road, and I don't see another soul out in this weather. Apparently they are all smarter than me! Feeling a bit nervous I take my shirt off and wring that out as well. For an article of clothing that claims to be made of 'moisture wick' material, it holds a lot of water. After getting as much water out of it as I can, I lay it neatly next to the socks. I sit there a few more minutes before I realize my ass is wet also. Sighing, I check the road again before I slip my shorts off. They get wrung out and neatly placed next to the shirt. So I'm sitting in a cobweb filled shelter, in my undies and bra, waiting out a storm that shouldn't even be here. Crap. This is not how I expected my day to end up.
The storm is still raging, and I find myself just staring out the windows. I do have a great view of the storm here. Suddenly someone runs in to the shelter. I jump up and give a small yelp as the man stops about 2 feet away from me. (It is a small shelter.) We both just stare at each other for a few moments, neither of us sure what to do. I watch him as his eyes slowly move down my body before I remember what I'm wearing, or more accurately, what I'm not wearing. I watch as he takes in my shoulder length red hair, my blue eyes, my firm breasts, my tummy, my black panties and my long powerful legs. Oh crap.
The guy is older, maybe 50, short cropped hair, brown eyes, wearing grey slacks and a long sleeve button down white shirt. Not your normal trail wear. His shirt is wet around the shoulders and clinging to his body. I can see the outline of the muscles of his arms. I stare at him as the water drips down his face. His eyes haven't left my body yet, and then he unexpectedly takes 2 steps forward. Standing right in front of me, he just looks into my eyes. His eyes move to my lips seconds before he leans in. I can feel his breath on my lips, but he hasn't touched me yet. I want him to. I lean slightly forward, brushing my lips against his. Then he steps into me, his body pressed against mine as he opens his mouth and starts kissing me. I can feel his tongue darting into my mouth. He puts a hand on the small of my back, drawing my body in to his. His kiss is getting more demanding. My hands start roaming along his arms, and waist, and up over his chest. Oh crap.
I can feel him unclasp my bra, and I watch as it drops to the floor. His hands are caressing my breasts as he turns me and backs me up to the bench in the middle of the room. A slight pressure on my shoulders and I sit down on the bench. He follows me down and presses his body against mine, forcing me to lie down along the bench. His hands are exploring my body as his mouth continues to devour mine. He starts working its way down my body, kissing and nibbling along my neck, over my chest and tummy, until I can feel breath around my panties. He puts his hands under my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bench. Then he starts rubbing his hand along my panties. He can see how wet I am, how ready I am. It doesn't take long before he slips his fingers under the waist band and pulls my panties down my legs. Tossing them aside, he put his hands on my inner thighs and spreads my legs. I raise my head to watch him as he gets a good, long look at my shaved pussy. He licks his lips and starts to press his fingers between the folds of my sex. My hips jump a bit as his thumb glides over my clit. Oh crap.
I lay my head back down on the bench, my fingers twisting and pulling on my nipples. His fingers slowly rub up and down along my pussy, spreading my lips apart. I can feel his warm breath on me a second before I feel his tongue. A single long, slow taste. My hand reaches for him, taking his head, trying to get him to speed up. He leans away from me. "No, don't. Keep playing with your tits. You look so fucking sexy doing that."