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"A Little Fall of Rain" by Eagle1 (MF rom)

I was living in San Francisco a few years ago working for 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 the ambitious sort, but I was one of the hardest working young associates in the firm and had plenty of billable hours that month - why shouldn't I treat myself to a day around town?
So there I found myself walking along Market Street from the cable cars to the Embarcadero.
On a whim, I decided to go into a little bookstore that I saw on one of the side streets.
As I was browsing through the literature section looking at a copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover, I was thinking he was probably a lucky man - but I wouldn't actually know since I've never 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. Aside from the fact that she was a woman and I was a man, and that every first glance I take of a woman is to gauge my level of interest in having sex with her, I thought nothing much of it at first.
I looked over at her again, and again she averted her eyes.
In my evaluation I decided she was certainly a knockout. More than worth my while. Her long legs were exposed since the skirt of her suit had ridden up slightly. I could see up the length of her smooth thighs. She had unbuttoned her blouse ever so, revealing the top bit of her creamy round breasts. This was topped off with her auburn hair wrapped up in a twist just the way I like. Her shade of lipstick 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, when I could find other diversions elsewhere, and the knockout seemed a little shy for me.
After a moment's reflection 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, 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 sex.
Of course I've had a couple of steady girls and the occasional one-night stands as often as I can get them, but most of those girls aren't as adventurous as the girls I'd 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 my patented winning 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, or 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 to 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 probably 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 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 for 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 her door and we worked our way, entangled together, to her bed, barely remembering to shut the door behind us. She slipped back onto 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 with this strip show as 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 massage 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 tasty 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 at home 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 became more urgent and I was fast loosing interest in her comfort. She was after all screaming for more all the 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 few weeks since I'd had a good lay due to all those late nights at the firm and I couldn't stop cumming inside her.
I held myself within 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, remaining on top of me, 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. Or maybe cause I listened to the Eagles too much."
My grin was infectious.
"Cute," she said, smiling back at me, "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 cheeks, where it remained or a moment messaging her soft flesh, 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 all three of my fingers: index, middle, and ring insider her, stretching her, while my thumb massaged her clit.
After twenty minutes of this, she had gone up and down a roller coaster of orgasms.
"Ready for round two?" I inquired with a malicious grin.
She pushed me back hard on the bed and sat up to straddle my thighs while my rock-hard dick pressed insistently against her ass.
She lifted herself up so that she could take in my straining cock and positioned it for easy entry under her hole. Then all at one she let herself sit right down, stretching out that gorgeous snatch in one big gulp. I never felt so massive, like I was going to break her apart. She started to wildly gyrate, moving up and down riding my prize stallion, trying to break me.
Up and down, up and down, her tits jiggling divinely before my eyes, as I fixated on her round nipples staring me back in the face.
She ran her hands through her hair and I reached up to play with those perfect orbs. I couldn't get over how good the feeling of her pussy was. Not only was it tight, but she knew how to work the muscles to grip me in every way.
Suddenly she let out such a yell, and got up off me.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she cried out.
She knelt down on the bed and I climbed up behind her to examine that ass. I placed my dick at her rosy exit and pushed in firmly. I'm not really surprised, but happy nonetheless, to find that her asshole is even tighter than her perfect pussy is.
"Fuck my ass!" she cries.
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.
We have been fucking, my cock in her pussy and in her 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 smiled 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 massage 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, pushing my previous deposit of sperm around on my shaft as it oozes out, coating my dick.
I fucked her hard. I fucked her like a porn star would fuck her.
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!"
"You like this hard dick don't you?" I shout out.
Convulsions shook her pussy, milking my dick, as my loins were surging. My cock moved fast, like a piston inside her. I couldn't withstand the onslaught from my balls and I emptied yet a 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 absolutely 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. It 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 off to put our order in 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 any more 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 her dress up 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. My earlier cum leaking out 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 lovingly slow blowjob, teasing me with her tongue as it swirled around my mushroom head and down the underside of my shaft. She swallowed down my last ejaculation of the day hungrily.
Then we crawled under the covers to sleep.
In the night, she woke several times to stroke my boner into life, so that she could continue to feed her 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. Before I knew what I was doing I had asked her if she wanted to marry me.
It was completely spontaneous of course, so I wasn't really offended when she turned me down. I was more surprised that a ladies man like myself would even offer up such a prized possession as my bachelorhood while I was still so young. All that talk had gotten me stirred up again and my dick hardened against her thighs....
We promised instead to see each other as often as our busy lives would allow - she remaining on the East Coast and my on the Left Coast. These past few years we've made do with that, looking forward to each other - pulled together by the power of our fucking. Even though she is now married and I have a girlfriend. Our two weekends a year, one in San Francisco and the other in New York, is all it takes to remind me that her pussy still feels as good as it did that strange day when the rain fell, and we got a little wet.

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(c) 2001 by Eagle1 - all rights reserved. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course.

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