A Little Fall of Rain

I was living in San Francisco a few years ago working in one of the
law firms in the city. On this particular day I was representing a
Silicon Valley client with some complex negotiations, which actually
went much more smoothly than I had planned - leaving me unexpectedly
with a whole afternoon of free time.

I decided, rather than spending it in the office, to go out and enjoy
the day. It was a rash decision for me, as an ambitious sort, but I
was one of the best rainmakers in the firm and had plenty of billable
hours that month - why shouldn't I treat myself?

So I found myself walking along Market Street from the cable cars to
docks. I decided to go into a little bookstore that I saw on one of
the side streets for no reason in particular. I was browsing through
the literature section looking at a copy of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'
and thinking he was probably a lucky man, but I wouldn't actually know
since I've never actually read it. It was at that moment I happened to
look up and see a pair of the most beautiful green eyes looking back
at me.

She was sitting in a chair across the way, when I caught her eye she
immediately glanced back down at her book. I thought nothing much of
it at first.

I looked over at her again, and again she averted her eyes. She was
certainly a knockout though. I could see that she had long legs and
the skirt of her suit had ridden up slightly so that I could see up
her smooth thighs. She had unbuttoned her blouse ever so, revealing a
top bit of her full round breasts. Her auburn hair was wrapped up in a
twist just the way I like and she had on shade of lipstick that was
maybe a shade too red to be polite. It was a pretty attractive package
altogether, I thought.


Still...I didn't feel like hanging around the bookstore all day and
the knockout seemed a little shy for me. I thought I'd hit the streets
instead. I could always head out to the bars and try and score a
little action later.

Now I have had my shares of sexual adventures - some of which you may
have read about already. But I find that as an attorney I don't have
as much time for picking up women as I did when I was in college or
the marines. The kinds of women you meet in my line of work tend to be
looking for husbands, not casual fucks. Of course I had a couple of
steady girls and the occasional one-night stand - but most of them
weren't as adventurous as the girls I had known when I was younger,
more's the pity.

I had made up my mind to go wander on my way to somewhere else. I
flashed the girl a smile and headed out the door.

It wasn't long before I had stopped into a café and was having a nice
latte while I read over the Wall Street Journal. I was just getting
into this article about some company or other when someone bumped into
from behind.

"Excuse me," said a voice, "I'm so clumsy."

I looked up and saw that it was the girl from the bookstore.

"Oh," I said, "...I'm sure it was all my fault, I'm always getting in
the way." She gave me a smile, which encouraged me to continue.

"Why don't you sit down and join me?" I asked.

I think this girl had decided to take a chance on me.

I wanted to chat her up as much as I could. She was pretty friendly.
It turned out that Rochelle, Chelle as her friends called her, was
here for some sort of business convention and had decided to skip the
afternoon session. She was from New York and had never been in San
Francisco before.

"How fortuitous" I told her, "I'm playing hooky too."

"Well it's a good thing we found one another then, huh?" she smiled.

We chatted about all sorts of things, from the Giants and the Yankees
to the recent trends in the stock market. While I was entertained, I
wasn't sure this was going to actually get past a casual if engaging
conversation. Throughout the afternoon I had been looking at her
breasts and trying to make it seem more casual than it was, hoping it
wouldn't turn her off. Man, do I love it when a woman pleasantly
surprises me.

I had just passed some witty comment about California cuisine when she
said causally, "Speaking of waiters, it seems like all the guys in San
Francisco are gay." I sat bolt upright. What did I just hear? She was
looking past me at some of the people walking by.

"I wouldn't say all the men in San Francisco are gay," I stated,
probably a little more emphatically than I needed to.

"Really? I mean you hear stories about what a queer town this is, but
wow. You know it's just that I've been here for two whole days and
there hasn't been a single eligible man willing to go to bed with me,"
she sighed.

"Well," I stammered in spite of myself, "I'm an eligible man, and I'm
here...."

She didn't give me a chance to say anything else; she just reached
over and actually grabbed my cock through my pants. Just grabbed it.
So much for being shy! I couldn't help getting hard.

"My," she said, "You certainly are eligible!"

"Um...I could help you out with your, uh, problem," I said before
taking a sip of my latte for strength.

She seemed to be mulling the idea over, "How do I know you're not gay?
I mean you are good-looking and intelligent. Most of the men I know
who are able to hold a half way decent conversation with your
attributes are as queer as three dollar bills."

Now in San Francisco this probably is a valid question, and I for one
have several gay friends and I don't feel the least threatened in my
sexuality.

"Well, I suppose you could take me out for a test drive and see if I
can manage too your expectations."

"It might worth a try," she was leaning in to me and running her
fingers over my chest by this point. I thought it an opportune moment
to move in for a kiss. Her lips were so soft that my mouth lingered
there for a while reluctant to let go.

"My place or yours?" I murmured.

"I'm just staying at the hotel by the Embarcadero," she said, "I'm
closer."

It took me a couple minutes before I reluctantly broke away from her
tongue.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked.

We quickly got up in the sudden urgency to be on our way.

We hadn't noticed how dark the sky had gotten. You see the problem
with San Francisco in April is that while it's usually warm; it was
often subject to unexpected showers. The overcast sky started to
sprinkle. Neither of us had an umbrella.

We took off down Market Street for the hotel at the best clip we could
make, but we weren't fast enough, because the faster we walked the
heavier the rain came down. By the time we had made it to the safety
of the hotel awnings I was thoroughly soaked in spite of my suit
jacket. Her blouse had become pasted to her breasts allowing me a
tantalizing view of her luscious cleavage.

We made it into the elevator and pressed the button to her floor when
she couldn't help herself any longer. She turned around to face me and
melted into my arms, kissing me like it was going out of style. I just
wanted to get my hands all over her, my manhood growing larger with
each erotic impulse. I reached down to firmly take hold of her ass as
she grabbed on to my neck to pull my mouth closer to hers, I hoisted
her up as she wrapped her legs around my thighs. I moved to every spot
I could reach, nuzzling on her ears and taking in a deep breath of her
beautiful hair - her perfume driving me crazy.

It didn't take her long to get her hair undone and it didn't take us
long to get to her floor. As soon as the elevator doors parted she was
off like a shot down the corridor to her room. It's probably a good
thing the other guests didn't see us 'cause I don't know what they
would have thought.

I caught up with her at the door and we worked our way, entangled
together, to her bed, barely remembering to shut the door. She slipped
back on to the bed taking off her jacket as I took off my suit jacket.
She started to work her blouse buttons off in time with me, as I undid
my shirt. In a few seconds I was standing in my undershirt and she was
in her lacy black bra. I made a big show of taking off my soaking
undershirt trying to be as masculine as possible when I pulled it over
my head to leave myself bare chested. She stood up and took off her
bra allowing her round firm tits to bounce out in front of her. I
reached over to move my hands over them twirling my thumbs over her
smooth pink nipples. She moaned and moved closer to me moving her
hands over the muscles of my arms and stomach before ending up at my
belt.

I moan as she squeezed my painful erection through my pants. I reached
my own hand down between her legs to give her vagina a suggestive
squeeze through her panties.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "Take your pants off and let me see."

She worked the leather belt till it was undone and unbuttoned my
pants. Now the erection I had from the elevator had never abated and
it was noticeably straining from behind my boxers as she let my pants
slip down. She directed me gently to sit on the bed and she moved down
to her knees. She pulled down the boxers letting my full nine-inch rod
spring out to stand at attention. She took it in her hands and used
her thumb to message the underside of my mushroom head - now oozing
pre-cum. She played with it for a moment as I held my breath. Her tits
hung from underneath her as her mouth went down on my cock working in
and out slowly. I leaned back moaning in ecstasy. Her tender
ministrations weren't being wasted. When I thought I couldn't possibly
stand anymore I made her get on the bed. I slipped off her panties and
went to work on her neatly trimmed pussy. My tongue touched every area
of her nether regions, bringing her to the loudest climax I've ever
heard. I worked on her slit for time out of mind with my tongue and
fingers until I was rewarded to a flood of her cum. Now the walls of
her pussy were gripping my fingers tightly. Her pussy seemed like such
a petite thing and I wondered if she would be able to take something
my size into her.

I moved up over her, but she was becoming insistent demanding my hard
cock in her horny cunt. I slid my shaft around over her slit feeling
the warm juices coat the underside of my dick. I love the softness of
a woman - I think it's the biggest turn-on. The hardness of my body
feels completely comfortable against soft delicate breasts and a moist
hole.

I moved the tip of my dick inside her and met with little resistance.
She was unbelievably wet. And she was crying out for more. I moved out
and in slowly adjusting my thrusts so as not to cause her any pain. My
dick is pretty wide, but I have never met a pussy I couldn't penetrate
- they are after all designed to squeeze out babies. My male needs
were become more urgent and I was fast loosing interest in her
comfort. She was after all screaming for more all this time. I was in
to about five inches, then seven. I gave a final mighty shove and felt
my balls bash against her ass giving me the most pleasurable
sensations. I had lost myself inside her.

The walls of her cunt were undulating as they gripped me tightly and I
only managed about fifteen minutes of thrusting before the pressure of
my balls let go and spilled into her depths. It had been a long while
since I had a good lay due to all those late nights at work and I
couldn't stop cumming inside her.

I stayed inside her as my dick began to slowly loose some of its
hardness. Ten years ago I could've maintain a perpetual erection just
thinking about a tit, but now I needed a little more to maintain that
kind of stamina.

She wasn't through though; she rolled me over and climbed on top as my
cock fell out of her pussy at a limp five inches and hung down next to
my balls.

"Interesting tattoo," she said, referring to the eagle tattoo I wore
on my left shoulder.

"I got it when I was in the marines," I said. "We had just finished
basic training and all the guys in my unit went to get one at the same
time."

"Why the eagle?" she asked.

" 'Cause it was my nickname in college," I said, "My frat brothers
always said I had an eagle eye.'"

"Cute," she said, "It's sexy."

"So are you," I said in a more serious tone. The night was just
getting started.

She leaned in kissing me firmly on the mouth. My dick stirred and rose
to attention against her sexy ass. I moved my finger slowly down her
spine until I reached her ass, where I stayed for a moment messaging
around, and then I slipped it into her snug cunt, where I looked for
the magic button that would send her into overdrive. Whatever it was
it was wet from our past session of fucking. I moved in all three of
my index, middle, and ring fingers stretching her, while my thumb
messaged her clit.

After twenty minutes of this she has gone up and down a roller coaster
of orgasms.

"Ready for round two?" I inquire with a malicious grin.

She pushes me back hard on the bed. She sits up to straddle my thighs
while my rock-hard dick presses insistently against her ass. She lifts
herself up so that she can take my straining cock and positions it for
entry under her hole. Then all at one she lets herself sit right down,
stretching out that gorgeous snatch in one big gulp. I never felt so
massive, like I'm going to break her apart. She starts to wildly move
up and down riding my stallion, trying to break me. Up and down, up
and down, her tits jiggling divinely, as I watch her nipples staring
back at me. She runs her hands through her hair and I reach up to play
with those perfect mounds. I can't get over how good the feeling of
her pussy is. Not only is it tight, but she also knows how to work the
muscles to grip me in every way.

Suddenly she let's out such a yell, and gets up off me.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she cries.

She kneels down on the bed and I climb up behind her to examine that
ass. I place my dick at her rosy exit and push firmly and I'm not
surprised, but happy nonetheless, that her asshole is even tighter
than her perfect pussy is.

"Fuck my ass!" she cries, and I respond by pushing firmly inside balls
deep to the hilt. She lets out a cry of pain, but whenever I slow down
with my monster she calls out for more. This is obviously not the
first time she has done this although it may be the first time she has
done it with anything so large.

I have been fucking her in the pussy and in the ass for almost a half
hour at this point and even though I just came a while ago, I can't
keep it back any longer.

"I'm cumming," I grunt, as my dick swells even bigger in that small
space, letting loose inside her.

I was hardly softening, but this girl had me feeling stirred up just
looking down at her ass. I flipped her over and pulled her down the
bed until her pussy was enticingly close to my member.

"Feel like another fuck?" I asked giving her a lewd grin.

She smiles up at me. "I know you want it," I say.

My hand moved in to explore her nether regions for the third time. Her
legs were spread wide and I had access to everything. She moved her
leg to message my thigh, clearly indicating her desire for more.

I wasted no time, sliding my rod in between her pussy lips, sliding in
and out of that super tight twat, messaging my previous deposit of
sperm around my shaft as it oozed coating my dick. I fucked her hard.
She tightened her pussy around my thick cock, my hard shaft twitching
and snaking in and out of that soaking pussy.

"Oh yeah," she cried, "Fuck harder, ram me, pound me!"

Convulsions shook her pussy, milking my dick, as my loins were
surging. My cock like a piston inside her. I couldn't withstand the
onslaught from my balls and I emptied my third round deep inside her.

I fell down on top of her in ecstasy from the most engaging sexual
experience I'd had in months. We lay together, caressing and panting
from our exertions, my dick limp in exhaustion.

We decided we had better get something to eat to keep our strength up.
Chelle went into the bathroom to change and I put my suit back on. I
was a little wrinkled, but the suit had dried out enough to make it
semi-decent looking.

When Chelle came out of the bathroom she had on a sexy black number,
which clung smoothly to her curves, accentuating everything. I didn't
know if I could make it to dinner, but somehow I managed. We went to
the restaurant located on the top floor of the hotel that had such
great views of the bay.

I was giving my order to the waiter when I felt her toes rubbing
against my crotch. After a couple botched attempts I stumbled through
our order. The waiter patiently put up with us and went of to put in
our order with the kitchens.

"If you keep that up," I said to her reaching down with my hand to
massage her foot, "I'm not going to be able to wait until we're done
with dinner to get at you again!"

"Good," she whispered leaning over the table, "Because I want you
right now."

I didn't need anymore of an excuse, my cock suddenly stiffening.

"Something quick," I said urgently.

I got up and took her by the hand leading her into the men's restroom,
checking first to see if it was occupied. We were having dinner a
little on the early side, so the crowd was light. Coast clear. I
headed for the handicapped stall at the end.

Once inside I got my pants and boxers down around my ankles. I slipped
up her dress and found to my delight that she hadn't bothered to put
on a fresh pair of panties.

"What for?" she said, "I wasn't planning on wearing them that long."

I picked her up by the ass and leaning her against the wall of the
stall, positioned her for my thick cock to have access. I plunged
inside in my haste. Her cum leaking from her cunt and running down my
balls and thighs. My balls clenched tightly. She made noises with each
meaty thrust up into her womb.

The bathroom door opened and I could her the voices of several young
men enter the bathroom as they moved to the urinals. We were making no
effort to disguise the noises of our sex or the smell. I could her
them as they started to urinate, then one of the men realized what was
going on in the back. They laughed and continued about their business
as they egged me on.

"Give her some for me buddy," said one.

"Fuck ya, man!" said another.

They left. And I felt that I couldn't hold out much longer either. I
came for a fourth time deep within her. When we left the bathroom, we
couldn't help but notice the guys who were by this time boozing it up
at the bar.

We finished our dinner at a leisurely pace. The guys took me aside
when we were leaving to pat me on the back for my boldness. If she
were any other kind of girl I might have stayed and had a drink with
them or even invited them to join in, but something about tonight and
this girl was too special.

Back in the room, we took a shower together, unable to keep our hands
to ourselves. We soaped one another down and when she bent over I had
another chance at her ass. I elevated one of her legs so that I could
get in at an easier angle. I didn't cum though. We finished our shower
and toweled off before heading back to the bed. For a long time we
just lay entangled together stroking and licking each other's bodies,
fucking missionary style, slowly and gently, making the most of every
sensation. Her fingers stroking my ass and back as I massaged her tits
and fingered her clit. When I thought I might cum again, her pussy
pulsing and contracting around me, she moved down to take me into her
mouth, giving me a loving slow blowjob, teasing me with her tongue as
it swirled around the mushroom head and down the underside of the
shaft. She swallowed down my last ejaculation of the evening hungrily.
Then we crawled under the covers to sleep. 
In the night, she woke several times to stroke my boner into life, so
that we could continue to feed our horny needs. She was more
insatiable than I was.

In the wee hours of the morning we lay together as I held her in my
arms, her head resting on my chest.

I moved to run my fingers through her hair.

This may have been a one-night stand, but I had never enjoyed a woman
so thoroughly before. This one had such a tight hole and a firm
beautiful body. I knew I wanted to see her again and again. Chelle was
the kind of woman you never get tired of. Of course she did live in
New York, which was a problem.