Intense moments

As she stood under the shelter she wondered how long it would take for the
rain to slow before she could dash out and jump into the car, which although
it would only be parked 50 feet away, was 50 feet too far in this torrential
downpour. The heat of the day had been relentless and Sarah had prayed for a
little rain all day just to cool her off, little did she expect her prayers to
be answered with such fervent.

With the rain pouring and the humidity level still high, Sarah wriggled her
body slowly and just enough to pull away from the tight blouse which was
sticking to her from the heat. She was not usually in a frumpy mood but
something was in the air this evening, perhaps it was the heat of the day,
perhaps the humidity of the afternoon, but her mind was just not where her
body was. As Sarah stared out across the parking lot she saw the sun peering
just above the horizon line on its downward trajectory and the almost
horizontal rain casting reflections in the puddles on the floor. Preparing to
run she wiggled her toes a little further into her heels, put her head down
and clutching her little Louis saddle bag ran head first out into the rain. If
there had been anyone else watching her little body run out into the rain she
might have heard a giggle or two, but at this time of the evening she was the
only one dedicated enough to still be at work. Darting across the parking lot,
ducking and diving the puddles so as not to get her Jimmy Choos wet she
instinctively reached out her arm as she fast approached what she thought was
the door handle on the car…..in a rapid movement she jumped out of the rain
through the arch of the door and straight into the passenger seat of the car.
Immediately her nostrils filled with an unfamiliar smell, before even looking
up she felt a cold shudder. As she looked up her eyes met his….startled she
turned and flung the door out diving with it into the rain, and as she landed
her feet gave way and her Jimmy’s failing there £500 price tag threw her feet
out into the evening air. As her feet left her, her twisting body allowed her
eyes to meet his again….and on her downward journey in the midst of this
moment she could swear she saw a smile she knew.

Moments later…..a cold feeling spread across her back….something was pulling
her into a watery grave….she struggled then fought for the light…..as her eyes
opened she saw a familiar smiling but worried face…..he was leaning over her,
she could feel his hand pressed flat on her belly just under her chest…..it
was a warm hand….and in contrast to the cold of her back she wanted the warmth
of that hand everywhere…..slowly her vision clearing and the doors to her
hearing opening she heard his voice asking whether she was ok. The rain was
still pouring and before she knew anything his hands were under her back and
she was being lifted up and into the air….now she knew she had been lying in a
puddle beside the car…..as he lifted her, his hands felt powerful, and like a
torch up she went into the evening air, only to be held almost to the heavens
like an offering to the raingod.

Just as quickly he lay her into the front seat of the car, which he had
reclined in one fast motion….Sarah had spent years wanting to know the recline
on a guys car seat….as she turned, he jumped in next to her and covered in
rain she felt a peculiar feeling spread across her body, not one of fear but
instead of warmth. He now looked so much bigger then he always did next to the
coffee machine or in line in the canteen. His arms so much thicker, he
shoulders so much broader, and his lips, ohh his lips looked like warm soft
places that she longed to be. It was one of the things that had always drawn
her to him, his lips, she had seen them talking to her across crowded rooms,
the arch, the dip, the fullness…..words had never been required before, and
now was no exception.

The rain covered body before her caused her temperature to rise and fall like
an ocean tide and the moments passed as he asked questions and she sat silent.
Then almost as if to betray her, her body perhaps through shock or perhaps
because of that peculiar feeling she had felt only moments earlier decided
that the warm and cold, and wet and dry feeling covering her was not enough,
she felt her breasts tighten as a cold sensation shot through her like a
speeding train, and without warning she was erect, standing loud and
proud….her nipples so erect and tight that they felt as though they were
making there final journey off her chest. A torrent of warmth shot to Sarah’s
cheeks as she watched his eyes peer down to the spectacle on her chest. The
embarrassment burst into her cheeks and she decided she was going to faint,
but even before she had a chance, he put his hand on her soaked thigh and the
weight of his hand sent a message to her lips that she couldn’t ignore.
Whether he was trying to stimulate her, or whether he was simply reassuring
her of her safety in his hands, her thighs tensed in an electric excitement.
Like the coming of a second wave her nipples tightened again to a pair of pert
points and this time instead of embarrassment Sarah willed them tighter, so
tight that she felt her whole chest skin pull inwards, so tight that she felt
they might pop out like champagne corks spilling warm Dom Pérignon 96 all over
her chest. In a moment of introspection and intense self awareness she felt
charged…..a moist warmth had started to march from her knees inwards, and
within seconds the heat seemed to be rising within her.

He saw the look on her face and knew that this was the moment he had been
waiting for, all those times he had brushed past her at the coffee
machine…..all the glances across crowed boardrooms, all those team meetings
for product development, all that tension had led to this moment…..in a
coordinated sweep he reached over and grabbed her hand, then her face, then
wrapped his hands around her neck, like the grip of an anaconda he pulled her
in, and she felt overwhelmed. Her soaking wet skirt caught conveniently on the
edge of the seat…..causing her skirt to ride up revealing her sheer white lace
panties. She felt his hand sliding confidently across her thigh and willing it
she moved her body closer. There faces almost locked in the embrace, she felt
his fingers slide under her panties which at this moment today felt tight
against her skin…..consciousness coursed across her mind…..but then vanished
as his fingers slid past her lips….past the prize. Then almost as if in
coordinated unison she felt those confident fingers closing in and the tension
in her legs built to a crescendo, she felt muscular and then flabby, toned and
then flabby, self aware and then…..how far could he go, she spread her thighs
, knuckles deep inside, finally his lips met hers.

Her juices covered his fingers, there lips locked and her body pulsating .…she
knew where this was going……perhaps this was the moment to tell him about
Brian….who had come to pick her up today because it was raining.