Summer rains catch people off guard. Sometimes you go into a store for a few minutes and, when you come back out, you find that it has rained while you were shopping. Other times – like now – you come back out and find that a storm is just approaching.
"Fuck!" Mia swore, looking across the parking lot in the direction of her house. She had put off going to the store just in case it started to rain. It hadn't, so she had taken the chance and ridden her bike. Now, two miles away, her neighborhood was being battered by a storm that would reach her location within the next few minutes. "Fuuuck," she repeated as a roll of thunder rumbled around her.
"Do you need a ride?" asked an up-beat masculine voice beside her. A man had just exited the store behind her and was also looking at the approaching storm. But, while she was frowning, he was smiling.
Mia looked at him. An older man, about her father's age, offering her a ride? He didn't look like an axe murderer. Nor was he quite Harrison Ford. Still, he was tall, fit, dressed "business casual" like most white-collar workers do on Fridays these days. The sort of older man who makes teen girls' hearts flutter. The topic of late-night conversations at hundreds of slumber parties.
"If you have anything frozen, you probably can't wait it out," he warned. He knew she had frozen items. He had been watching her select ice cream – double fudge brownie in fact. She had been bent over, reading the cartons, when he had been mesmerized by the sight of her ass in the tiny denim shorts she wore. The desire to hold her and caress her ass had nearly shut down all his other brain functions.
Mia assessed the man further. His offer was tempting, possibly an opportunity to experience forbidden pleasures she had only dreamed about in the past. Did the potential outweigh the risk?
Mia mentally flipped a coin, knowing it would surely turn up "heads", the outcome she wanted. Now that she was eighteen, this "adulting" thing was turning out to be pretty easy.
"Sure, but only if you can fit my bike in your car too," she answered after another moment's thought.
The man thumbed a button on his car key and the rear hatch of a nearby SUV began to hum open. "I'll take your groceries, you get your bike, and I think we can load up before the storm hits," he said.
He had stowed her groceries along with his own by the time she had wheeled her bike over. He lifted it inside and the hatch was closing as the first fat drops of rain had started to hit them. They quickly got into the car and she gave him directions to her house as he drove.
"Fucking rain," Mia swore glumly as the SUV sloshed through puddles, wipers beating away at the deluge. She fluttered the front of her blouse, trying to dry it.
"I love summer rains," the man stated, still up-beat. "Good things happen when it rains."
Mia grimaced and continued to sulk. After a minute, she turned to him and asked, "were you checking out my ass in the ice cream aisle?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "You have a fabulous ass. I couldn't help but gaze upon its perfection with wonder."
That made her laugh. "I saw you fondling the oranges in the produce aisle," she teased back. She was starting to warm up to this man she had only just met.
He held up a hand, formed as if to grasp an orange, "they fill my hands just perfectly."
After some renewed laughter, she managed to say, "now you're talking about my boobs, aren't you?" She studied his face, unable to make eye contact while he concentrated on driving through the storm.
"Yes. While you were sizing up the bananas, I was sizing up your boobs. They look as delightful as your ass."
Mia smiled. She had been sure he was checking her out in the store. Why else would she need two whole minutes to select double fudge brownie ice cream? Spotting him again in the produce aisle had given her the idea to tease him by stroking a banana she had selected. Mia knew that older men checked her out. She knew that tiny shorts and a loosely tied blouse over a cropped cami top would get their attention. And, with her B-cup breasts, she rarely wore a bra. She had dressed this way today to tease any men who were shopping at the store after work. But she had never dreamed that she would go beyond teasing. Now the thought of this man's hands caressing her breasts had turned her on and started her pussy moistening. She was supposed to be peddling her bike home right now. So why was she riding in his car and showing him where she lived?
"The next house, on the right, here, just pull into the driveway," Mia instructed as they near her home.
He parked and shut off the engine. The storm was moving on, but a few drops were still falling onto the roof of the SUV. They sat for a minute and listened to the sound of the intermittent drops. Mia wasn't sure what she wanted to happen next. Half her mind told her not to be such a slut while the other half reassured her that it's not being a slut when the man is this good looking.
He had been a gentleman so far. Should she invite him in and see where this chance encounter would lead? Or send him on his way and forever wonder what might have happened this stormy summer evening?
Flip, heads again, she'd invite him in.
"Here's the thing," Mia began hesitantly after steeling her nerve, knowing her parents would disapprove of her choice. She paused and made eye contact with him. "My parents are away for the weekend." Her heart pounded in her chest. Her throat constricted, as if to keep her from finishing her invitation. "W... would you like... to come in... for dinner?" she was finally able to ask. She wasn't surprised that he accepted, yet his acceptance made her smile brightly. Together, they got her bicycle into the garage and her groceries into the kitchen. She began getting things ready to prepare dinner.
"I was just planning on having some linguini and jarred marinara with some home-grown zucchini in it," she stated as she began filling a pot with water.
"That sounds fine. Can I help?" he asked.
"Sure, if you want salad or garlic bread you can do that." She poured the sauce into a pan to heat and started slicing a zucchini.
The two chatted companionably as they prepared their meal together. The salad required only a few minutes, then after setting the table, he stood behind her and began to caress her shoulders. The unexpected contact startled her and some sauce was splattered on her blouse.
