An erotic love story
It was the smell, it drifted up from the pavement. The heavy odor of hot tar as it meets up with a light smattering of rain. Sara J parker inhaled deeply loving that biting odor; she knew it would cool things off. It had been hot that day, well over 90 and as the rain came tumbling down she smiled and thought of what the night would bring. That smell of hot tar cooling in the rain would bring back memories for a long time.
Sara walked unabashed, letting the rain cool her. Little rivulets of water ran down her face washing away the sweat and grime from the street, it was cool and she enjoyed every falling drop. The rain became heavier and she opened her arms to it; letting it soak her shirt, she felt the water cool her heated breasts; running down inside her shirt. She didn't care if her shirt stuck to her frame, didn't care who saw. Sara had nice breasts and she knew it, there was no reason to try and hide the body she was born with.
She didn't know that the guy across the street watched her, she wouldn't have cared. She didn't; see his camera nor did she hear the faint clicking and whirring of the film's advancement.
The sky got darker and Sara started to walk quickly, she loved the rain but not the thunder and lightning she knew was coming. She didn't see him follow along behind on the other side of the road. All her clothes were sticking now, and her jeans hugged her ass tight. Sara laughed and trudged into a puddle, she was already soaked and a little more wet wasn't going to hurt. The camera snapped behind her; capturing the gleeful look on her face. Continuing on her way home she happily splashed through puddles and let the buses spit water from their tires adding to the mess.
The man stopped when she did and pulled his rain coat tighter around himself, the umbrella kept the camera dry. His long lanky legs avoided the rain pools; as he gingerly side stepped around the water, keeping his black leather boots mostly dry. His dark brown hair, long and straight threatened to cover his eyes and he shook his head to the side to keep it from blinding him. He knew where she was going, where she lived and when she turned onto her street he slowed down and let her get farther ahead. She was so lovely, so full of life. Her laughter pleased him greatly and he couldn't help but smile when she splashed and giggled to her self.
Sara could see the house and got her key ready to open the door. She kicked off her wet shoes and undid the lock. Just in time she figured, the rain was really coming down and the first streak of lightning lit up the sky.
The man waited till she was indoors and then a few minutes more till he was sure she was getting dry clothes. She hadn't locked the door as he knew she wouldn't, not yet it wasn't dark enough for that. He slipped quietly in and so softly let the door close. He left his umbrella just inside the door and put his boots next to her shoes. He heard her in the kitchen and thought she must be undressing there. He snuck a look around the doorway and there she was in just her bra and panties, putting the kettle on to boil. He took the opportunity to snap another picture when she made noise rummaging in the cupboard for tea bags. That sweet body, the full side view of her reaching up into the cupboard excited him. Her perky little breasts jiggled a little in her bra, her belly smooth and taunt ended at the pretty white boy style briefs. The curves of her ass and hips, the slinky legs made him want to drool. He ducked his head back around the corner and heard her bare feet head toward the bathroom. He went to the stove and turned off the kettle not wanting it to boil dry.
Sara didn't have a lot of time, her husband would be home soon and she wanted to be ready. While the kettle boiled on low she would shower quickly and get dressed.
He stood outside the bathroom door waiting for the shower to run, waiting for the chance to catch her of guard, there wasn't a better place then the shower to have her at his mercy. When the water ran, he slipped off his own clothes and gently pushed the door open. With the camera in one hand he very slowly opened the shower curtain just enough to take a snap. She was turned away and her beautiful back and full rounded bottom with streams of water cascading down her body made him inhale sharply. She as always was gorgeous and he snapped the picture locking in her beauty for ever.
"Tomas! You sneak!" she cried spinning around at the noise. It was just like him to sneak up on her and take pictures. She loved it. She knew she turned him on and taking pictures was one of his ways of showing how much he loved her. It wasn't just sexy pictures but all kinds of pictures. It helped that he had his own studio and she loved to watch him develop the film.
"Hey baby, hope I didn't scare you," he said slipping into the hot water with her. The camera lay safely on the counter.
"No you didn't scare me. I've begun to expect it," she laughed.
"Kiss me babe, I can't stand it any longer, I followed you home and kept thinking about tonight. It was driving me crazy watching you in the rain; your so beautiful babe." Tomas stroked her cheek and followed the jagged little scar running the full length of her face. She didn't flinch or turn her head, it was apart of her and he accepted it like he did everything else; her beauty so much more than just what lay on the surface. They kissed in the tub, water sliding over them in a warm embrace.
Their cheeks touched and his hands wrapped around her waist. Sara soaped his body and he soaped her, she giggled when he tickled her ribs with wet soapy fingers. When she turned with her back to him, to wash off the soap, she felt his maleness gently press into her still slippery ass cheeks. Sara secretly smiled and pushed lightly back at him, his cock slid further toward her sex. They played a little not giving in yet to what they both knew would come. Tomas thrust his hips letting is cock barely touch her inside lips, just teasing a little; feeling the warmth of her pussy making the blood pound through his veins.
They rinsed off the soap and leaving the shower he gallantly held a towel out to wrap her in. While she fussed a little with her hair he shaved. Sara watched her husband in the mirror; giving him side long looks, the sort of looks she reserved only for him. Coy little glances in the mirror he was sure to catch.
"Why don't you loose that towel and step a little closer?" He challenged, wiping the shaving cream from his chin.
She did drop the towel and step closer inhaling the subtly fragrant soap and shave cream on his male skin. "Tomas the kettle, I left it on."
"No you didn't babe, I took care of that."
"You are a sneak," she laughed.
Tomas caressed his wife's back, while kissing her tenderly. Their movement became as one. She smiled up at him as his hand slipped between her legs, hers slid over his penis. The smooth silky head of his appendage always fascinated her, so soft on such a hard thing. Sara sat down on the edge of the tub and brought his hips close to her. She kissed the velvety head and explored its shape with her tongue. Tomas kneeled down too, nudging her legs apart. He let his tongue penetrate between her legs, gently sucking and licking her inner parts.
"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he soothed.
They walked hand in hand into the bedroom, Sara lay down first, and Tomas turned off the light and lay beside her. He played with her breasts and she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Tomas let his fingers test her wetness, making sure she was ready. Her pussy glistened and her hips rose higher, he teased the flesh until she moaned loudly and her knees began to shake. Tomas took her then; riding on top of her banging their bodies together in the night.
Sara heard the thunder outside and lighting lit up the room, she caught his look of pure pleasure as his penis pounded her insides. She held on to Tomas tight while he lifted her body up for the final thrusts. His seed buried deep inside her and they hoped this time it would catch and a new life might be conceived'
Sara missed her next monthly bleed and she remembered the smell of hot tar cooling in the rain.
The End
