A driving rain fell on the windshield of Marie's minivan as she sat across the street from the tidy Cape Cod-stype house. She peered out through her rain-slicked windows at the soft golden light radiating from the porch light next to the home's front door. It looked warm and inviting, in stark contrast to the damp and gloomy evening that had settled over the neighborhood on the outskirts of Philadelphia.
She thought about checking her hair one last time in the mirror, then giggled to herself. She was going to show up soaking wet. Why on earth would she need to check her hair? She took a deep breath and opened the driver's door, stepping out into the rain. She stood motionless for a few moments, letting the rain pour down over her thin white blouse, turning it translucent. As her shirt took on more rain, her lacy tan bra began to appear through the fabric. The rain was cold enough that her nipples were already standing out, poking through the thin material. She wished her 38DDD's were more firm, but her husband was right. As long as she stood up straight and remembered to hold her shoulders back they looked good, even without the support of a bra.
Her dark skirt clung to her wide hips and shapely ass as she walked across the street, her high heels feeling strange and awkward to her. Because of her height (5'11), she rarely wore heels. But tonight she was playing the role of a business woman, and she did want to look the part.
By the time she got to the door her shoulder-length auburn hair was soaking wet and hanging in her face. She knew she looked bedraggled, but that was kind of the point. She rang the bell, hoping the door would be opened by a familiar face. And it was.
The blond-haired man who answered the door was the same one she'd been corresponding with for roughly a week. One of the "Original Five", Drew had emailed her asking if she'd help him live out his "Stranded Motorist" fantasy. After Marie had entertained David two weeks ago, she thought about whether or not she wanted to place another ad or go back to the five emails she had set aside. After much internal debate, she decided to revisit the original emails rather than posting another ad. She knew her logic didn't make much sense, but she felt weird posting another ad so soon after she'd basically advertised that she was going to fuck another man. The actual sex didn't bother her... the advertising kind of did. Of course it turned her husband on.
When she arrived home after her encounter with David he was waiting up for her, his naked body half-covered by the sheet on their bed. They fucked like teenagers that night. Actually, they went far beyond that. They fucked without thinking, her husband driving his cock inside of her as he held on to her hips, while she told him about riding David's organ to several orgasms. After her husband had his own orgasm, they cuddled in bed together. His arm curled around her waist possessively, and as he drifted off to sleep he murmured into her ear, "Now you're mine again." She had shivered in delight at that statement, and now here she was, shivering from the cold and anticipation on a stranger's front doorstep.
"Excuse me," she started. "I'm so sorry to bother you on a night like this, but my car seems to have broken down and I don't have a cell phone with me. Could I possibly use your phone?" Drew grinned broadly. He didn't know that she would arrive tonight. Since Drew was single, Marie had just told him that one evening in the near future she would make his fantasy come true. He had no idea that it would be tonight, but once he heard her opening statement he knew that he was in for a hell of an evening.
"C'mon in," he replied. "God, you must be freezing. Sit down while I get you a towel and the phone, okay?"
She shook her head. "No, I'd just get your furniture wet. I'll just stand here in the foyer, but a towel would be great. Thank you."
As he walked down a hallway into the interior of the home, she looked at his shoulders and buttocks. He wasn't too bad to look at; about 6'1, fairly average build. His sandy blond hair was still thick, and he had a couple of laugh lines around his blue eyes. According to the few emails they had exchanged he wasn't dating anyone right now, having recently moved to the area from Denver. His fantasy was based on once helping a woman who had car trouble. He said nothing happened, but she was so sexy that he couldn't help but imagine being with her after he had helped her out.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of his footsteps coming back down the hall. As he entered the foyer he handed her a towel, and after she tried her best to dry her hair and clothes (making sure she rubbed her breasts fairly sensually), he handed her the phone. She took the cordless from him and dialed.
"Oh damn!" she exclaimed a moment later.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's no dial tone. The storm must have knocked out the phone lines."
He looked at her with concern in his eyes. "I'm sure it won't be out very long. Look, in the meantime, let me give you some dry clothes and we can put yours in the dryer. By the time they're through, I'll bet the phone will be working."
She smiled inwardly. So they were on a bit of a time limit?
"Okay," she thought. She'd let it happen quickly. "That'd be great. I'm Marie, by the way. Marie Maxwell."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied. "I never did introduce myself. I'm Drew Parsons. Hang on a sec and I'll put some clothes out for you in the bedroom. Then you can change and give me your wet clothes."
He once again disappeared down the hallway, leaving Marie standing in the front hall. As he departed, Marie's hands went to her blouse, unbuttoning the top two buttons and exposing quite a bit of cleavage. That, in addition to the semi-transparency of her still damp blouse left almost nothing to the imagination. When Drew returned his gaze fell upon her chest for a couple of very long seconds, and his eyes gleamed as he finally looked her in the eye.
"Follow me," he said as he turned back towards the bedroom.
She followed a few steps behind, and he waved her into a room off the hall.
"You can change here," he said. "I'll be back in a sec to get your clothes."
She glanced around the bedroom. It obviously wasn't the master bedroom, because the bed was fairly small and the room was sparsely decorated. There was a Monet print on the wall, and a clock on the desk, and that nothing else to indicate the room was used frequently. As she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders she glanced down at the clothes that Drew had laid out for her. Actually it wasn't really clothes at all. A nice thin cotton robe lay on the bed. Marie wondered if it was his. She knew that she'd be naked underneath the robe, unless she wanted to wear her wet underwear, which seemed to miss the whole point of drying off. So she stripped off the rest of her clothes and wrapped the soft cotton robe around her lush form. Tying the robe around her waist, she bent over and began to gather the clothes that she had dropped to the floor.
"Damn!" she heard Drew exclaim behind her. She quickly stood up and turned around, giving him a quizzical look.
"Sorry," he said with a laugh. "You've just got an incredible ass."
She blushed. He wasn't being overly aggressive, but he was definitely more confident than David had been at the first. Of course David had ended up telling her not to play with her pussy while he fucked her doggy-style. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she wondered just how forceful Drew might be.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Tell me where your dryer is and I'll let you follow me down the hall!"
He laughed. "Turn right. The laundry room's at the end of the hall."
She brushed passed him as he stood in the doorway, sliding her near-naked backside along his crotch. She felt him pulse as her rear cheeks grazed his prick.
"Oh my God," she thought to herself. "He feels so thick!" S
he let her ass sway back and forth a bit as she walked down the hall.
"So you live alone?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"I like it, actually. I had roommates back in Chicago, so it's nice to have a space all to myself. It does get kind of lonely though, especially since I don't know many people here. I was actually kind of excited to have some beautiful stranger show up on my doorstep tonight."
By now she had reached the laundtry room, and bent down to place her clothes in the dryer. As she stood up and leaned over the dryer to turn it on, she felt his hands on her hips.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just getting a little closer," he whispered into her ear.
She could feel his cock against her ass again, a hard steel bar in his pants.
"I think you should back up, Drew. I'm sorry if I led you on, but-"
He spun her around, pressing her ass against the dryer. He held on to her shoulders and looked down into her eyes.
"Fuck that. You didn't lead me on. You want this as much as I do. A random stranger, a couple of hours of raw sex? You know you want this."
"I don't," she protested, even as his lips met hers. She resisted, even getting her hands up to his chest to push him away. He was strong though, much stronger than she was. His hands went to the tie of her bathrobe, and before she knew it he had undone the strip of fabric, leaving her lush body open to his eyes and hands. This wasn't foreplay. This was almost animalistic. A prelude, not to sex, but to rutting.
One of his hands kneaded her breasts as the other wrapped itself in her hair. She felt her head being pulled to one side, her neck exposed to his teeth. She felt the rasp of his whiskers on her sensitive soccer-mom skin, and then she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. She couldn't help but moan deep in her throat as he attacked her neck. Her hands still weakly pushed at his chest, but his hand caught her forearm and moved her hand across his belly and down to his trousers. As she touched his rigid cock she gave up the pretense of resistance and let herself go. She lewdly stroked him through his pants as his mouth devoured her neck and his hands drifted between her legs.
