After six straight days of rain I awoke to the warm, radiant sun seductively kissing my face. As I rose out of bed I put my hand over my eyes to shield myself from its intense, but welcoming glare. It had been two weeks since I walked in and caught Brad face down in another woman's crotch and I was way overdue for a good fuck and for that I needed a willing participant. Unfortunately, that would have to wait because I could not afford another day off this month.
I lazily headed for the shower and stopped to peer at myself in the full-length mirror outside the bathroom. My hair flowed softly across my nipples which were very sensitive and erect--- definitely a sign that I was way past due for a cock thrashing. My freshly shaven pussy looked inviting and I found myself running my hand down towards my mound pausing momentarily to touch my clit. An electrifying shiver ran through my body.
"Enough" I said out loud. I had to get to work.
I opted for a cold shower which helped ease the need for me to pull out my favorite vibrator and pleasure myself until I couldn't cum anymore. With that out of my mind I turned to my closet and decided to wear my favorite white cotton mini dress with my silver heels. It was going to be a scortcher and I wanted to be comfortable because, like most of these fucking meetings they were held in a room with no air conditioning.
Satisfied with my morning thus far I decided to take the convertible and feel the warm sun on my body and the wind in my hair as I made the forty-five minute commute into the city. I popped in my favorite CD, put on my lipstick and began the trek through the backwoods to get to town. As I was driving I noticed it was becoming cloudier by the minute. In my haste and horniness this morning I forgot to check the weather for the day. Twenty minutes into my trip I saw the first droplet of rain on my windshield. Fuck! I had not taken the liberty of getting the convertible top fixed so I knew I was going to get drenched. Within minutes the rain was pounding down on me so hard it stung any part of my body that was exposed, and my white dress now left very little to the imagination! By now my hair resembled a birds nest and my make-up probably looked like I had used a wet paint brush to apply. What a mess I was!
I finally decided to pull over and see if I could manually pull the top up on the convertible knowing full well doing this was going to make me late for the meeting, but if it worked I would at least have time to dry off a bit. I eased the car over to the shoulder of the road and just as I stepped out a truck pulling a horse trailer pulled up behind me.
"I see you're in a bit of a pickle Miss" the man said. As he walked closer I could see he was quite handsome with his cowboy hat and jeans that showed his well endowed manhood. He tried several times to get the damn top up and finally admitted defeat.
" Well I suggest we wait until it passes and I will try again when the rain lets up"
"Wait? Wait where?" I asked.
"Well it's warm and dry in the horse trailer and I just cleaned it out this morning. It will get us out of the weather at least." I agreed and we walked to the back of the trailer.