It was one of those days. Cold and dull. Sarah wished for the day to be done already. It was a Saturday and the roads were quiet. Everyone probably took extra advantage of this kind of weather, snuggled beneath a blanket with a mug of streaming coffee and no cares in the world...And maybe a warm body beside them...and warm arms around them... Sarah's mind began to fantasize. She closed her eyes for a second and imagined all the pleasures her body would get in that warm bed with a loving body and the smell of coffee wafting around the bedroom. Suddenly, exhaust-fumes filled her lungs and she began to choke. Back to reality, she rolled her eyes in annoyance and continued staring at the road ahead, searching for the bus. Usually, the sun would warm her skin and give her straight-hair a reddish glow. She shivered under the bus-stop shelter, tucking her hands further into her jacket pockets for warmth.
"I hate this job", she muttered under her breath, thinking about her boring office job that forced her to work overtime to make a decent salary.
"Join the club", someone replied.
Surprised, Sarah quickly turned to see someone standing beside her. He kept his eyes on the road, but had a smirk on his face. Sarah couldn't make out more than his tall frame because he had on a thick jacket and a hoodie covering his head. She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. She had thought she was alone. Finally, the bus arrived and they were the only passenger's to hop on.
"Good morning", the driver greeted them both happily.
Sarah didn't see anything good about this morning and grumpily sat at the back of the bus. There were four other passengers all with the same tired looks on their faces, worn-out with the week's work. The tall, hoodie-guy sat in the seat infront of her. He had taken off his hoodie and was bent over, looking at his cellphone. His hair was black and he had a neat beard. From what she could see, which wasn't much, he looked handsome. She remembered his smirk. It gave his features a sexy appeal. Sarah found herself fantasizing again. This time, about the stranger in front of her. The skin on the back of his neck looked so smooth, and she imagined kissing him in that exact spot, feeling it's velvet smoothness, tasting his saltiness, and inhaling his masculine scent. Then, she imagined what it would feel like to sit on his lap, right there on the bus, and grind herself against him until he became hard... She groaned in frustration and turned her attention to the traffic out the window. She scolded herself for behaving like a sex-deprived teen. The bus had stopped and one of the passengers in front began complaining to the driver.
"Looks like we'll be stuck here for a while. There's an accident and the road ahead is closed".
Sarah sighed. The day kept getting gloomier. She should've stayed home with her collection of literotica. After 5 more minutes of stand-still traffic, the guy infront of Sarah stood up, threw on his hoodie and headed to the door. Two other passenger's followed, and Sarah, pushing aside her instinct to stay in the bus, joined them out of the warm bus and back onto the cold pavement. She forced herself to shove away her pride and walk the 15 minutes left of her journey to work. As she passed by the traffic, a car hooted. Sarah jumped with the sudden loud sound and turned to look at the driver. He opened his window and winked at her.
"Want a lift, babe?" he asked.
Sarah turned and continued walking. What a jerk, she thought. She looked ahead to where the hoodie-guy was walking. If she could catch up to him no one would bother her. She hurried along, her high-heeled boots tapping on the pavement as she tried to catch-up to the tall stranger.
"Hi, I'm Sarah", Sarah greeted as she struggled to get some oxygen into her lungs.
Her feet hurt already and there was still a long way to go. He turned to look at her, nodded and continued on his way. He seemed to take two steps for every step her feet took. She found herself stumbling to keep up.
"My office is just a couple kilometres away. Toyota Dealership. Where are you heading?" she asked.
"Prospecton", he replied, eyes straight ahead.
Argh, this guy takes stuck-up to a whole new level, Sarah thought. She ended up following behind him as her heels didn't allow her to keep up with his pace. The chill in the air seemed to have decreased, and with all the physical activity her body was doing, her blood pressure increased and she began to sweat. Wow, look at that ass, Sarah marvelled. It was tight and firm in his uniform, bouncing as he took each step. It had to be the exercise that was making her warm and wet between her thighs, not the fact that she hadn't cum in 3 weeks, right? She wondered, as she watched his ass. Suddenly, without warning, big, heavy drops of rain began to pour from the sky, and the sound of it hitting the tar became deafening.
"Oh my God!" Sarah screamed as she began to run.
Up ahead was Toyota South, and it was her only hope of shelter from the stinging rain.
"Here!" The stranger had finally taken notice of her.
He held out his hoodie-jacket and wrapped her up in it. They rushed through puddles and the pelting rain, until they reached the glass doors of the Dealership. Sarah looked down as she dripped water onto the clean tiles. She was thoroughly soaked, and the stranger's jacket had taken most of the down pour. She removed his jacket and held it out to him not really sure whether to hang it to dry or hand it back.
"Th-thanks," she stuttered through gritted teeth. "H-how about s-s-some coffee?" She offered as she shivered uncontrollably.
The stranger seemed to hesitate, then, just as he was about to say something he turned to the window to observe the storm and then looked at the calm, reception area. He nodded and ran his fingers through his wet hair making it stand on end.
"Coffee sounds good," he said, looking at Sarah for the first time.
