Downpour
Alright then! — the director was clearly irritated.
— Go get Lyudmila from accounting right now and drive to her place. That scatterbrain forgot the safe key at home. And Sashka went for the car's service, so we're left without a vehicle. Get going, one foot here, the other there.
Damn it! Have to haul all the way across town to Lyudmila's. And who's going to reimburse me for the gas? Oh well, orders aren't up for discussion. I dashed to my office for the car keys, Lyudmila was already waiting on the porch. Let's go!
To be honest, this trip could even turn out to be quite useful. I'd had my eye on Lyudmila for a while now. Around 30, divorced, no kids. Figure so-so, but her chest — magnificent, and her face pretty. Whenever I
dropped by accounting, I'd subtly give her the eye and, I think, there was already some reciprocal interest, just never got the chance to get closer. And here, you could say, was an almost romantic journey.— After you, madam! — I swung open the front passenger door, but Lyudmila, looking down, opened the back door herself and got in the back. This irked me a little, but I didn't show it. The back it is!
To avoid traffic downtown, I decided to hop onto the ring road and take a detour of about 10 kilometers. Definitely faster.
At first, we drove in silence. Then Lyudmila couldn't hold back: — You're not offended I sat in the back, are you? I get carsick in the front.
— I'm not offended, just a pity. — What's a pity? — Can't sneak glances at you. And you're so beautiful!
In the mirror, I saw my primitive compliment hit the mark. Lyudmila clearly melted. A conversation started up, full of little jokes and ambiguous hints. We got there quickly, picked up the key, and headed back. From the south, a terrible, black-and-yellow cloud had been looming for a while, and a couple of minutes later we drove into a band of rain, which very quickly turned into a terrifying downpour. It got completely dark. The wipers couldn't keep up sweeping water off the windshield, the asphalt was covered with a palm's depth of water. Many cars slowed down and even started pulling over to the shoulder.
— We should wait it out for a couple of minutes — I declared, pulling off the road. Very conveniently, there was a good pull-off here and I tucked in under some trees, about thirty meters from the highway. At that same moment, the sky lit up and a deafening clap of thunder struck. Lyudmila cried out and started whimpering like a little girl.
— Oh, mommy! I'm terribly afraid of thunderstorms!
It would have been a sin not to seize the moment. I jumped out of the car and swiftly slipped into the back seat, next to Lyudmila. To, you know — comfort the frightened girl. The calculation was correct. Now the lightning flashed continuously, the sky rumbled, and the trembling Lyudmila literally threw herself onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, started mumbling something soothing, stroking her hair. Then began massaging her neck, the back of her head. Very soon, Lyudmila melted. She was already breathing irregularly, her lips were very close, an intoxicating scent came from her hair. Now the main thing was not to rush things, let it ripen. One of the great Frenchmen said: in love, the most pleasant part is climbing the stairs. I was precisely "climbing the stairs" now and it was exquisite. After the first innocent kiss on the temple, our lips met very soon, and both of us were seized by feverish excitement. We kissed fiercely, smacking and gasping for air.
Without stopping to devour my mouth, Lyudmila began feverishly fumbling with the fastener of my trousers. Meanwhile, sliding my hand over her shoulder, I slipped off the strap of her dress and released the magnificent, soft, helpless breast. The large, pale nipple just begged to be bitten, but it turned out differently. My erect cock happened to be free, and Lyudmila, with a sort of guttural sob, fell on it with her mouth. The cock went in very deep immediately, into her throat. Lyudmila choked, coughed, but quickly recovered and began sucking strongly and rhythmically, gripping the base of the cock with her hand. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sweetly slid underneath the head, teeth were faintly felt. I knew I wouldn't last long. With my hand, I reached for the elastic of her panties, slipped inside, deeper, plunged my fingers into the wet, narrow vagina. The little pearl of her clitoris was clearly felt. Lyudmila only moaned and worked her mouth even more fiercely. A minute later, she passionately moaned again, a spasm ran through her thighs, and at that same instant, I shot semen into her throat. She swallowed once, twice. Then, already softly, tenderly, she sucked out the remainder and grew still, her head on my knees.
The rain was easing, the sky brightening. Traffic resumed on the highway. Lyudmila sat up, adjusted her dress, her hair. Without looking at me, she cleared her throat slightly. Hoarsely, she said: Let's go, Seryozha!
I moved back to my seat, we set off. We were silent the whole way.
Ah, what sweet plans swarmed in my head for our further passionate relationship! But fate had other plans. The next day, I had to leave urgently on a business trip, and when I returned, Lyudmila was no longer in the office. Her mother had fallen ill, Lyudmila had quit and left for her hometown in the provinces.
She didn't leave an address.