Wet date

The café door clanged noisily and the few late night patrons turned to stare.

“Hi Kate! You OK?” she smiled at the fact that Tim knew her name.

“Fine. Any tall handsome men looking like they've been waiting their whole life for a woman like me?” She slipped into a booth.

“Sorry, only me and these guys.”

“Thanks.” She pulled out her book trying to keep frustration from her face.

At midnight she was alone, rain drummed against the window, the cafe empty.

When Jim turned up. he sat down while shouting for coffee. “What's good to eat?” She blinked, she had expected an apology.

The date went downhill from there, he went into a story about how stressful his day was. When his food arrived she thought she might get a chance to talk, instead she watched crumbs fly from his mouth as he spoke.

“Sorry guys, gotta close up.” Tim interrupted Jim's self obsessed story.

“I'll walk you home, we can continue chatting there.” they weren't chatting, he was the only one talking.

“It's not far, I'm sleepy. You'll get soaked.” She hoped he would take the hints.

“I can't let you walk by yourself.” She gave up.

They were walking into the rain when a car sped past throwing a wall of water at them drenching Kate. They entered an alleyway to gain some protection from the rain.

Water dripped from her. She opened her coat to pull wet material from her. It was no good, her blouse was soaked. She realised too late that she looked like the winner of a wet t-shirt competition offering herself. He stared at her breasts through the see-through material.

He reached out and grabbed her before she had a chance to move, his rough hand painfully squeezed her breast, the other held her as his tongue forced into her mouth.

She pushed and managed to part them. Before she could say anything he was on her again. He forced her backwards to the wall his leg between hers, she could feel his erection against her thigh. She forced him off again and ran.

She ran back to the café. She hammered on the door, no idea if she had been followed.

Finally the door opened. She pushed in past Tim unaware that tears were streaming down her face, “Kate? Kate, what happened?”

“I don't know. Nothing. Nothing really.”

“You're soaked, here lets get that coat off.” He pushed the coat from her shoulders when he noticed the state of her top. “I... I'll get you...” He quickly left. He came back with towels. The coat fell with a squelch to the floor.

“He was a jerk, I should have walked you.” He dabbed at her streaked cheeks.

“Thank you.” She reached up and kissed him, lips touched for a second.

He spun round, she knew his cheeks burned. She was touched that he was embarrassed. She turned him back slipping arms around him, “How did I miss you were such a great guy?”

She kissed him again, he hesitated for a moment and then his lips opened, returning the kiss. She moved backwards, her legs met the edge of a table. She pushed herself up onto the edge.

Grabbing the front of his top she pulled him close, Her skirt blocked him from being between her legs. She pulled his neck down for another kiss while she worked his belt.

She freed him from his jeans and boxers beneath, revealing a swollen cock bobbing at her. She ran her palm slowly along its length.

She broke free, leaving him trying to control his breathing. She shifted up the table and pulled up her skirt revealing black panties. Fingers of one hand pulled wet cotton aside as she pulled him into her.

He was like a rod of fire inside her. She lay back on the table her hands holding his. He began to move back and forth inside her. She felt herself being stretched as he pushed deeper.

Her body juddered up and down the table with his movements. He dropped her hands to hold the table. Grunting he slowly inched the table across the floor.

Her hands went to her breasts, an orgasm was quickly approaching and in rapture she tore open the blouse.

She felt him swelling inside her. She pushed him backwards, he fell out of her with a look of shock on his face. She dropped off the table. Balanced on her high heels she took him into her mouth. Her hand pushed cotton out the way to drive two fingers inside, her thumb stroked her clit.

She pulled back, just as he exploded. The first spurt shot into her mouth, she aimed him lower, the rest spilling onto her breasts. As it ran over her skin she drove her hand faster. With him spent she took him back in her mouth, her own orgasm rolled through her as she sucked the last from him. Her body shook as a jet of her own juices erupted around her fingers, splashing on the floor. Outside the rain finally stopped.

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