Again

The rain was cold.

Flecks of snow in it.

I was wet.

Through and through.

Cold.

Chilled to the bone.

Shivering.

Walking.

I’d been caught,
Out,
Walking,
By this,
Spring weather,
Surprise.

On my way home.

When she,
Pulled up,
Beside me,
Opened the door,
To her car,
Offering me a ride.

I got in.

Weakly,
Thanked her,
Apologized,
For getting her,
Clearly,
Very expensive car’s,
Leather seat,
Wet.

Still shivering.

She turned on the heat,
High.

I wiped,
The water off my face,
With my hand,
Tried to wipe,
My hand on my leg;
Unsuccessfully,
Transferring wet from my hand,
To an even wetter pant’s leg.

She,
Just,
Smiled.

Didn’t ask,
Where I was going,
Just drove.

Turned into a driveway,
Paused while the garage door rose,
Pulled in,
Shut off the car,
Waited for the door to close,
Turned,
Smiled,
Got out of the car,
Walked around to my door,
Opened it,
Stepped back,
Waited,
Expectantly.

I looked at her,

My wet butt,
On her leather car seat,
Actually squeaked,
As I turned to get out,
Embarrassed,
I again,
Apologized,
For the wet spot,
I’d left,
On her car seat.

She turned,
Smiled over her shoulder,
As she walked in to the house.

I followed,
Still shivering a bit,
Not entirely from being cold.

She was walking,
Ahead of me,
Down the hall,
Turned into a room.

As I entered,
The room,
A bedroom,
She was facing me.

Already she had,
Removed her top,
And was wiggling,
Out of her skirt.

I pulled my shirt,
Over my head,
Slipped my shoes off,
Began to remove my pants,
When her hand stopped mine,
Finished unzipping them,
Herself.

I stood there,
In my soaking wet briefs,
Wearing nothing else.

She had even less,
Still covering her.

Her hand was gripping me,
Stroking me,
Through the cloth,
As she turned her,
Face to mine,
Kissed me,
Nibbling on my lips.

When our lips separated,
Using her hand gripping,
My cock through the cloth,
Of my soaking wet briefs,
She lead me to the bed,
Sat down on its edge,
Pulled down my briefs,
Past my knees,
Looked at my swollen cock,
Licked her lips,
Smiled at me,
Touched the tip of her tongue,
To the tip of my cock,
Smiled at me again,
Took my cock into her mouth,
Deep enough,
I thought she might choke,
Alternated stroking me,
With her lips,
As she moved my cock,
In and out of her mouth,
And her hand on its shaft,
While caressing my balls,
With her other hand.

I gripped her head,
With my hands,
Aided her mouth’s work,
Until I needed her to pause,
To avoid coming too soon,
Pulled her head back,
My cock out of her mouth,
Leaned forward,
Attempting to kiss her,
She slid backward,
Further onto the bed,
So that as I stretched,
Forward in my attempt,
To kiss her,
My body slid,
Along her’s,
Until her hand,
On my cock,
Guided me,
Into her.

The sighing sound,
That escaped from her,
The look in her eyes,
The arching of her body,
As the head of my cock,
Parted her cunt lips,
Spread them,
Stretched her,
Until it reached,
The deepest parts.
Of her,
Made it clear,
That payment for her,
Wet car seat,
Was well on its way,
To being satisfied.

I felt her legs,
Slide along the outside,
Of my thighs,
And lock around my hips,
So that each of my strokes,
Into her,
Was encouraged,
Was aided,
Was more forceful,
Than might have been,
So soon in our fucking.

Her breathing,
From that initial sigh,
Passed quickly to,
Panting,
Gasping,
Groaning,
And —
Suddenly —
Thrashing,
Quivering,
Writhing,
Orgasming.

I continued driving,
My cock into her cunt,
Through her orgasm,
Prolonging it,
Frankly,
Enjoying her,
Rapture,
Until,
I —
Too —
Came —
Pumping my cum,
Into the deepest,
Parts of her.

Only then,
Her legs —
Still wrapped,
Around my hips,
My cock —
Spent,
Still inside,
Her cunt —
Flooded:
Did I finish,
Leaning forward,
To kiss her.

Only then,
Did she speak,
Her first word,
With a sigh,
“Again”