Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
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The heat of the day had taken its toll. I was feeling tired and impatient to get away. Hopefully, I would get home before the rain came again, so I could get my feet up and have some well-earned rest and relaxation, as I had been so busy at work.
If truth be told, I felt as though I had been meeting myself coming back. There seemed to be someone in the shop all day. I hadn't even had the time to eat all my lunch before someone else came in looking for one book or another.
A young man came in asking for a particular book. He looked me straight in the eyes, as he spoke. 'I am looking for a book called, My Secret Garden.'
'Yes, sir, if you will excuse me for a minute, I shall get the books for you.' I disappeared around the corner, getting some books with that title on them. When I returned, I placed them on the counter in front of me, saying as I did, 'Which book was it you wanted?'
He looked at them, then at me, a smile appearing on his lips. 'No, these aren't the ones I am looking for. The one I am looking for is sexually explicit.' He never took his eyes from mine, noticing my cheeks flushing.
'Oh, that one,' was all I managed to say.
'Yes, that one,' he replied grinning. 'Do you have the book or not?' he inquired.
Coughing nervously, I nodded my head, 'Just a minute.' Again, I went to get the book he asked for. When I returned, I placed it in front of him, 'Is this the book you require?' I asked, flushing from head to toe, feeling my nipples harden.
'Yes, thank you.'
'Let me wrap it for you.' As I was wrapping the book, I noticed he never took his eyes from me. As I handed him the book, his thumb caressed the back of my hand. With that, he turned and left the shop.
I must have stood there watching the door for about ten minutes, wondering why a man as gorgeous looking as he was would want a book like that. Shaking myself, I carried on, thinking, not long now, then I can get off home. Plus, I needed to get the smell of books off me.
As I was waiting for the bus to come; someone passed in a car, and with the earlier storm, drove right through some water, drenching me. I stood there, arms spread, not believing what had just happened.
Whoever it was in the car stopped, and reversed. Jumping out of the car, he came to me asking if I was ok. I noticed the shiny shoes, the pants fit snugly to his hips, the jacket to match the pants, his white shirt crisp with a blue tie, and gold cufflinks that shone.
When I looked at his face, 'You,' I squeaked. My tummy flip-flopping, thinking, fuck
me, you are gorgeous.
'We meet again,' he said smiling. 'Are you ok?' his voice was deep and commanding, as he held my shoulders. 'I am so sorry for this mishap, but when I saw the puddle it was too late.
Here, let me take you home It's the least I can do to try and rectify this.'
All the time he was talking, I was just staring at him with my mouth open, thinking I would love to jump your bones. I felt him shake my shoulders, 'Um, um, sorry what did you say?'
Then I realized he was the person who wet me through. 'Just look at me, I'm pissed wet through.'
'Yes, so I can see. But are you ok?' he asked again with a chuckle to his voice and a sparkle in his eye.
'It's not funny, I have to travel home like this now, thanks to you.' Looking him in the eyes as I spoke. My legs turning to jelly, thinking, good job he has got hold of my shoulders, otherwise, I would be joining the puddle of water.
'Here,' he said, 'Let me take you home. It's no problem, really it isn't. It would be my pleasure. My name is Kane. Please let me take you home.' Placing his arm around my waist he guided me to his car. As he opened the door for me to get in, this made me have second thoughts.
'Umm, no thanks, I can manage.' My hands were brushing down my top, the cold water had made my nipples harden again, giving them a quick rub, hoping to hide them. I carried on down to my skirt. 'Oh my, just look at me, I am a total mess.'
'Yes, so I can see, that's why I want to make sure you get home ok. Please allow me to.' He was looking directly into my eyes, waiting for my answer. I was about to refuse again when I heard and saw the bus pass by.
'Damn, now I have missed my bus,' I said stamping my foot, squelching water over the bottom of his pants and shoes. We both looked down at the same time, bumping heads. My hand shot up, rubbing the front of my forehead. 'I think you're too dangerous to be around,' I muttered.
'Mmmm, I've heard that before. Come now, get in the car and let me take you home. Besides, you have just missed your bus,' he said grinning.
Huffing, 'Uh, smart ass, aren't you?' I had no choice but to slide into the passage seat. I could smell the expensive leather that permeated the car and his cologne. Getting in the driver's side, he looked at me and waited. Watching me as I took my shoes off, rubbing my feet then stretching my legs and wriggling my toes, feeling the warmth in the car.
'Oh, I shall be so glad when I am home, I've had a really tough day today, and this is the last thing I needed to happen, you, drenching me.'
'I didn't do it on purpose, and I have apologised.'
'Yes, I know, and it is good of you offering to take me home.'
'Well, I would, if you will tell me where you live,' he said, his arm resting on the back of the seat, as his long slender well-manicured fingers brushing my shoulder. 'Well.'
'Oh sorry.' Flushing, bright pink, I gave him my address, and off we set. I noticed his
legs move as he changed gear, and his long slender fingers wrap around the gear stick. 'Oh, I thought, I wouldn't mind having those fingers wrapped around me,' giving a little shudder at the very thought of it. 'I must really stink,' I said, trying to hide my trembling.
'No, you don't stink at all, but I did notice you shiver. Are you cold?' He pulled up in a lay-by shortly afterwards and got a blanket from the back seat. 'Here, cover yourself with this and get those wet clothes off before you catch your death of cold. When you get in, you can have a shower to freshen yourself,' he said to me, smiling, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Wrapping myself in the blanket, I noticed the book laying on the back seat. Then wondered, why on earth would he want a book like that? He only has to look at a woman, to make her panties wet. I pulled my top and bra off, then my skirt, leaving my panties on, as I was beginning to feel my panties were starting to get moist, that's if they could get any wetter than they already were. Those blue eyes penetrating right through to my very soul. What was I to think!
Pulling up at my apartment, he got out and came round to open the door for me, holding his hand out for me to take. As I got out of the car, I turned round to collect my sopping wet clothes and shoes. Clutching the blanket tightly around me so it wouldn't slip.
'Thank you for helping me, Kane, it was very thoughtful of you. A lot would have just carried on and not cared one way or the other. Would it be too presumptuous of me, if I asked if you would like a coffee or something?' Hoping he would say yes.
'That would be very nice, thank you.' He stood looking deep into my blue-grey eyes, 'Unfortunately, I must decline. I have never gone into a woman's residence without knowing her name first,' he said chuckling.
'Oh, I'm sorry my name is Annabella. Some call me Anna, some call me Bella and some call me by my full name, Annabella depending on the situation. I live on the second floor.'
'Hello Annabella, it's really nice to meet you, and yes, I would love a coffee, thanks. If you don't mind, I shall put the kettle on while you get yourself into some dry clothes, it's the least I can do for the trouble I have caused you.'
With that, my knees nearly buckled. 'Oh right, come on then,' Giving him a big grin. I began walking to the door, juggling my clothes and trying to get my keys out of my purse, as he followed, he took the clothes out of my arms, brushing my breasts as he did and he felt the tremor shoot right through my body.
I unlocked the door, allowing him to enter. I pressed level two as we entered the lift, telling him that I would launder this blanket and return it to him. He just nodded his head in reply. Opening the front door, I gave each room a quick glance over, making sure it wasn't too untidy.
'Where's your kitchen?' he asked in a deep sexy baritone voice.'
'Through that door,' Pointing to where I meant. He did no more than go and put the kettle on, leaving me to sort myself out.
'Ok, I am going to take a shower, I won't be long, Kane,' going straight through to my bathroom.
Dropping the blanket on the floor and turning the shower on, not even thinking of closing the door, I stepped under the flowing water. It didn't take me long to wash the grime of the day off, but as I was rinsing, the sharp spray of the water caught my clit, sending a charge of excitement right to my cunt.
I let out a moan, 'Oh god.' I leant back against the wall, holding the hood of my clit back letting the water pound it. I initially forgot Kane was here as I was enjoying the feeling I was getting; it made my nipples stand out and my legs began to tremble.
