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
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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.

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