Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@gmail.com. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rainy Day Rescue The heavens opened just as I was having my first coffee of the day at the office. Although the rain was heavier than normal, none of us was overtly worried about it. But when the rains continued incessantly through the day, and the roads began to fill up with water, it was sufficient cause for worry. The office decided to close early to allow people to reach home before the city shut down the bus and train services. News was already filtering in that certain parts of the city had become almost inaccessible. I called my wife to tell her that I would pick her up on my way home. She asked me to collect her sister first and then to come for her. I had almost forgotten about her sister who had recently moved to the city after having got a job here. Neha's office was on my way home. We agreed that I would first drop Neha home and then I would pick up my wife, who's office was closer home. After informing Neha that I would be picking her up, I made the slow, wet journey to her office. By the time I reached her office I was drenched all the way through. We had no raincoats, not even an umbrella, it was unseasonal rains and nobody was prepared. The journey home was painstakingly slow. Somewhere along the way I realized that Neha was clinging tightly to me. I felt the familiar urge build up. But it soon disappeared as I negotiated the chaotic city traffic. When we found a brief open stretch, I allowed my thoughts to wander to the soft breasts that were pressed into my back, the soft cheek that rested on my shoulder. I was tempted to reach back and feel the sexy girl behind me. Neha was 21, and unlike her sister, my wife, a natural head-turner. Although short, she had a fabulous figure. To add to that, she wore clothes that were cut to accentuate her figure, instead of the loose-fitting clothes my wife chose. She had 36D breasts, which I knew from peeking at her bras when then hung behind the bathroom door or on the clothesline. Her panty waist was 24 inches, this information also gleaned in the same manner. Her hips flared out provocatively, almost challenging you to hold them and draw her towards you. It took us over two hours to cover what usually was at worst an hour's ride. I dropped her at the entrance to the apartment, and called my wife on her mobile to tell her I was on my way to pick her up. She asked me not to make the trip since the road to her office, a narrow road at best, was completely blocked by stranded vehicles. The only way for me to get her would be for her to walk to the main road. However, we decided it was too dangerous due to open gutters and possibly open manholes. She told me that almost her entire team was staying back at the office, and she would do the same. Neha and I walked up the stairs to our apartment, since the power had shutdown all over the city. The apartment was already dark when we entered, although it was still early evening. She preceded me up the stairs, and I took the opportunity to sturdy her body, which was showing well against the wet clothes. Fortunately she had chosen to wear a white salwar-khameez, and it was almost as good as seeing her naked. So much so that her pink panties showed, though her clinging clothes. I pretended to miss a step and reached out, touching her ass softly. She turned around and reached her hand out to me, which I took gladly and "steadied" myself. The touch was electric. Already my mind was swirling with the possibility of spending the night alone with this sexy woman. Once inside the apartment, I found a couple of candles and lit them. We proceeded to our respective bedrooms to change. I came out first and proceeded to make some coffee. She was taking unusually long to come out, and I began to worry. I went up to her door and knocked. She opened it and came out hesitantly. The reason was clear to see. She had on only a flimsy petticoat. "I washed all my house clothes just this morning, and they are all on the clothesline. I only have this to wear", she told me shyly. She looked amazing, with her semi-wet hair, and the off-white petticoat. Her story would have been convincing had I not been the one to have taken her clothes off the clothesline that morning and dumped them on her bed. She had washed them the previous evening and not this morning. She obviously thought that it was my wife who had taken the clothes in. This was looking promising. "It looks fine to me", I said casually, and then continued, "except…" "Except what?" she queried. "Well…I don't know how you will take this, but the bra strap showing beside the petticoat's strap does look awkward", I said. "Do you think I should take it off?" she asked me earnestly. "Which one are you referring to – the bra or the petticoat?" I jested. She blushed, and combed a strand of hair from her face. My blood began rushing to all the right places. "I was referring to the bra" she clarified softly. "Either that or the petticoat, honestly I don't mind either way", I smiled at her and walked away to see to the coffee. All my sense had been screaming for me to stay and watch, but I decided to play it safe. She joined me in the living room and I noticed that she wasn't wearing the bra underneath. Her dark areolae showed clearly under the thin cloth. "I took off the bra", she informed me as she took the coffee I offered her. "Obviously", I commented. For a while, we sipped our coffee in silence. When she had finished her coffee she informed me that she was feeling cold. "Want me to warm you?" I asked, feeling a little brave. "How?" "You can come here and sit between my thighs and I'll put my arms around you." She blushed again. "Niharika may not like that", she observed. "I'm not going to tell her, if you won't", I informed her. She waited a moment, and I saw my marriage go down the proverbial drain. Then she stood up and came to me. I spread my thighs, and leaned my back on the handrest of the sofa. She sat between my thighs and I put my arms around her, pulling her close to me. "Feeling better?" I asked her. "Hmm, much better", she agreed. For a moment we sat there, neither of us sure about the next step. The skirt of her petticoat had ridden up her thighs, giving me my first unadulterated view of her milky white thighs. I reached for them with my fingers, and ran them along the inside. "You have nice thighs", I commented. "Hmm. That feels nice." "Want me to keep it up?" "Hmm", she nodded and I kept tracing imaginary pictures on her thighs. Slowly I pushed her petticoat higher, until her red panties were in sight. "I like red", I told her. "Really?" "Hmm", and I slid the skirt higher. I touched the edges of her panties, tracing their line along her thigh. "Spread your legs", I whispered hoarsely. She complied. I ran my finger over her cunt. "Hmm", she moaned. "What?" I whispered hoarsely again. "It's nice", she whispered back. "Want it to feel nicer?" "Hmm", she nodded. I slipped my finger under her panties and searched for her clit. "Yes", she hissed softly when I had found it. I stimulated it, making it stand out hard and angry. "Shall we take it off?" I whispered to her. "Hmm", she nodded. This girl certainly knew what she wanted. I slid off the sofa, so I was kneeling in front of her, and I peeled of her panties. The scent of her filled my nostrils, driving me crazy. I open her cunt lips with my fingers, and gently blew into her cunt. "Ahh", she called out. I kissed her cunt softly. I rained light kisses on it, before sticking my tongue out and licking along the red gash. I French kissed her cunt, drinking the juices that were copiously flowing out of her. I held her thighs open as I concentrated my tongue's activities to her clit. Now running lazy circles around it, and then flicking the tip back and forth over it. Next I would take the engorged clit in my mouth and suck on it deeply. "I'm cumming", she called out. I let go of her thighs and they came together around my face. She squirmed as her orgasm reached its climax, and then let go of me. I sat back on the floor and watched her. She was leaning back on the sofa, her eyes closed. Then she sat up, slowly. "That was amazing", she told me. "Well I should say you are too hot to be feeling cold." Her laughter was open and rich. "You are a dirty boy", she told me, and slid off the sofa, coming towards me. "But I like you that way", she consoled me and we kissed. It was a long kiss, and along the way she slid over me, and before I knew it, I was inside her. She began to rock gently, still holding me in the kiss. I felt her cunt muscles contract to grip my shaft as she moved over it. "It's dangerous", I told her when we broke the kiss. "It's my safe time", she told me. "I've never felt this before and I want to feel it all the way. I want your cum to pour into my cunt. They say it is the most amazing feeling. I want that." Her movements became more insistent, she was milking me. She held her nipple out to me, and I took it in my mouth, and sucked on it. "Bite me", she said, and I bit her. "Ah", she screamed. We rolled over, so she was under me. I held her thighs apart and began to pound her hard. "Yes…yes…yes", she mewed out in beat with my pounding. I pulled a cushion off the sofa and slid it under her, and resumed pounding her with my organ. "Hmmmmm, this is heaven", she called to me. "I'm cumming", I told her. "Yes. Give it all to me." I groaned as my sperm started shooting out into her. She reached up and pulled my face to her and we kissed as my seed spilled into her. When I had given her all I had, I collapsed over her. We kissed small, soft kisses. Then I rolled off her, and we lay side by side, in the afterglow of the sex. "Tonight, can I be your wife?" she asked from beside me. I turned to her, and we kissed again. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------