The Glorious Rain

The Glorious Rain

The gentle droplets started just before four on what had been a perfectly sunny afternoon. The sun gave way to the clouds blown in from Oklahoma some seventy miles north of Vacton. When the clock displayed the numeral ‘5,' I walked to the bar, poured three ounces of Glenlivet in the tumbler and added an ounce of ice-cold distilled water, no ice, to the brown liquid whose aroma had my nose tingling.. I went to the sunroom at the front of the house and sat in the large white rocker. My son, Todd, had bought the rocker for my Birthday present at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant where he worked part-time after his University classes for the day were over.

I sat there, not rocking, silently listening to the barely increasing volume of droplets that swiftly changed and became a spectacular downpour. I was sipping toward the bottom of my Glenlivet when a flash of green across the street caught my attention. The brown-haired woman that lived directly across from me had pulled her dark sedan into the driveway completely unnoticed by me. She was dripping wet as she stood frantically searching her purse for her house key. The wind was blowing rain on her exposed body as she stood under the small overhang that covered her door entryway. I imagined her shivering from the wind and rain and not being able to find her house key.

I stood, reached through the open front door, took a golf umbrella from the earthenware Umbrella Stand, opened the sunroom screen door and with the umbrella at a left angle to buffer the wind-blown rain, I ran to assist her in getting out of the progressively heavier weather. When I stepped up on the brick entry, it caught her off guard and she dropped her purse, spilling part of the contents. She muttered an under the breath, "Fuck!" I covered her with the huge umbrella and said, "Gather the items and your purse and then come with me." She nodded, stooped, scooped the items back into the open purse, closed it and then huddled under the umbrella with me as I sped us across the flooding street and into my sunroom. I closed the umbrella, shook the water off and stood it in the corner. I took her arm and led her through the front door and into the kitchen.

I grabbed a towel from the half-bath, threw it to her, and said, "Dry what you can. I'll get you something to put on so that you can get out of the wet dress." She immediately began to dry her face and arms as I turned to get her dry clothing from the downstairs Master Bedroom. Being a widower, living alone, all I could find was one of my out-of-season terry cloth robes. I returned to the kitchen and watched her furiously drying her dark brown hair with the semi-wet towel. I handed her the robe, pointed to the half-bath and said, "There's more towels on the shelf, get out of the dress, hand it to me and put on the robe."

She closed the door and in just a moment, she handed me the wet dress. I put it on a hanger from the utility room and hung it to dry. About five minutes later, she came out, held out her hand to shake and said, "I'm Marky. We haven't officially met yet although I watch you come home oftentimes. Thanks for rescuing me; I couldn't find the damned key in my junk-filled purse."

I laughed and said, "I'm Alton. Just call me Al. I was in my rocker and knew you had to be miserable in the wind and rain, so I had to be the Knight in Shining Armor even though the umbrella isn't shining today. Come on with me. We'll go to the living room where it's more comfortable as we get to know each other. I'll even offer you a warming drink if you imbibe." She smiled and answered, "Even if I didn't imbibe I'm cold enough to start now. Getting to know you over a warming drink would be an ideal ending to my nasty episode with old man weather."

I prepped her a large lemon-based bourbon hot toddy, refreshed my Glenlivet and we settled into the Queen Anne easy chairs after I lit the gas logs. She folded her legs in the chair under the robe, sighed as she smiled and then softly whispered, "This is a touch of heaven Al. How can I ever repay you?"

"Start by telling me about yourself. Marky is a nice name but it has to have other associated parts. What are they?"

"Casey Annette Markman. I've been known as Marky for as long as I can remember. My mother told me that my older brother, by three years, called me that when he first saw me and it stuck. I've been an accountant with the First Bank of Vacton for the last five years but as you already know, I moved across the street some five months ago. When the older woman who owned it died, it reverted to the bank. The Trust Department made me an offer that was hard to refuse, so here I am. Now it's your turn."

"Martin Alton Harman. More like M. Alton Harmon. I've lived in this house for seventeen years. I knew Martha Wesley very well. I hated to lose her when she died. I'm a District 5 Federal Appeals Judge. I received my appointed five years ago. I'm widowed, have a son, Todd, who just turned 19 and is a student at Tulane University in New Orleans. He's as crazy as I am. He wants to be a lawyer even though I tried to talk him out of it." I laughed at her smile at the end of my speech. I followed with, "What else do you need to know?"

"Nothing. I've read about you in the papers and heard your name on TV news but I had no idea. I'm already wet as it is. I couldn't stand any more exciting news."

I leaned forward and said, "Heavens, Marky. Let me get you another towel. You shouldn't be sitting there wet."

"No Al. Sit still. It's not that kind of wet. It's just that your being a Federal Judge as my neighbor suddenly caused me to get wet. I may be wetting your robe. Do you mind if I check?"

"No, not at all. You surprised me by being so frank about your personal status."

That frankness wasn't all. She stunned me, causing me to spill part of my drink, when she quickly stood, dropped the sash and then removed the robe as she stood on the heath in front of the gas logs. She had nothing on under the robe. Her nude body glistened under the firelight and my metabolism was in a stifling shock. She casually examined the back of the robe, shook her head and said, "Nope, no stain. But as a precaution, I'll leave the robe off and stand here warming my ass in front of the fire."

I was speechless as I drank in the beauty of her body. I had been celibate since the death of my spouse three years ago and she was having an effect on me that was hard to control. My dick had shot up immediately and I knew she knew it because there was no way to hide it. She jarred me back to reality when she said, "My drink has cooled. Would you warm it for me?" I suspected she wanted it warmed just to get me to stand so that she could get a better view of my standing hard on. Okay, I can play that game.

I stood, not trying to hide the highly visible tent in my pants. I took her mug and started toward the kitchen. I was at the microwave when I realized she had followed me. She put her arms around me, wrapped her right hand around my dick, and said, "Make my drink as hot as we both are right now. The sound of the rain is making me feel cold but you and the toddy can warm me easily."

I waited for the microwave to stop, reached in and took the mug in my left hand, turned to her and said, "Follow me if you want the warm drink." She smiled, stood on her toes and kissed me, still holding dickie in her hand. I led her to the Master Bedroom on the first floor, excused myself, went back to get my drink and turn off the protective cameras. I returned to the bedroom and found her sitting on the side of the bed sipping her toddy. I walked to her, sat my drink down and took a tit in each hand. She wriggled and said, "Your hand is cold on my right one but is perfect on the left." She began unbuttoning my shirt. I released her tits and unbuckled my belt, unzipped and dropped my pants. She stood, pulled my shirt off and laid it on the dresser. She stooped slightly in front of me, pulled the elastic band open, and wrapped my dick in her lips while she pulled my boxers to my ankles. I stepped out of them; she stood, turned me around and pushed me to my back on the bed. She put a knee on each side of me, rubbed her tits in my face until I took a nipple in my teeth and began to suck on it.

She moaned, used her right hand to wrap my dick again and while I sucked her tit, she was Jacking me off. After three or four minutes of that play, she released my dick, and I thank goodness for that because another minute and I would have shot my entire load of cum on her belly button. She swung her left knee over me, scooted upwards, positioned her neatly trimmed pussy over my face and put her mouth around my dick once more. She lowered her ass and her pussy instantaneously became filled with my tongue. I had a cheek of her ass in each hand. She was using her index finger to tickle my balls and I was heating up rapidly. I was focusing my work on her clit to get my mind off what she was doing to me.

I struggled but the combination of her mouth and index finger was overbearing. My balls swiftly moved upwards, she quit tickling and grabbed both balls in her hand just before my dick twitched and the cum started spurting. She stopped her head movement and drank my entire load. When she had sucked the last of the flow and it had stopped, she swung her leg back over me, turned with a broad smile to face me before sinking my semi-hard dick to the balls inside her warm, wet pussy. She sat up, put her hands behind her, and took my balls in her hands as I grabbed her tits. She began to ride my once again hard dick in a steady up and down while playing with my balls. It was a joy to watch the look on her face. Eyes closed with a slight grin from her mouth. She threw her head backwards as she clearly relished the feel of my dick inside her. I also relished the renewal of the feel of my dick probing the walls of a beautifully soft and warmly wet pussy. I couldn't help but think---The glorious rain brought me back to life again.

However, that thought abruptly ended when she shattered the sound of the rain with her orgasmic screaming and frantic riding my overheated and ready to cum dick. The moment she stopped her movements, cum started its fantastic flow. Not as heavy as the first Cumming but still an admirable amount to leave her pussy full to leak down the shaft of my expended, happy, and grateful dick.

Marky rolled to the side, smiled up at me while snuggling closer. I was overly content with the feel of her body, her soft tits, and her soft thighs pressing against me. It was a feeling I hadn't had in many years. I lay there hoping that this wouldn't be the end, merely the beginning brought to me because I played the part of Sir Galahad in the rain. I glanced down at her face and found that she had drifted off to sleep. An elated me wouldn't be able to sleep for some time yet. My heart rate was at a high peak, my balls tingled from their fondling, my thinker was running at full speed, and believe it or not, I was getting another hard on from my thoughts of Marky and her awesome use of her pussy.

She stirred suddenly, her head popped up; she smiled and said, "Less than two hours ago I was so fucking pissed at the weather I could have cried a river. Now, all I can do is thank the weather for bringing you to me. I'm so thrilled with the evening that I hate the thought of leaving. She rose, got on her kneed and kissed me. She grinned and said, "I gotta pee. Save my place please." She dropped off the side of the bed and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I heard the flush, the door open and then the exclamation, "Oh Fuck! I can't leave now. I can see that you are standing up and still need the assistance of little ole me."

She crawled to my side, head toward my feet. She kissed my hip, took my standing dick in her hand and slowly, very slowly, began to tickle the head, the eye and the corona. I sucked in hard at her touch and then expelled the air as I relaxed and savored her hand on my dick. Her movement was pleasurable to the point of causing me to close my eyes and relax my tenseness with deep breathing. She gently wrapped the shaft, moved her hand up and down slowly, letting it bump the under part of the corona on the upward movement. I felt so well that I actually napped while Marky expertly jacked me off in my sleep. When I came, she caught the flow of cum in her mouth. I awoke in a daze. I knew I had cum again. I thought I had a wet dream until I heard Marky say as she swallowed, "Glad to have you back Al."

I took her hand in mine and pulled her across my chest. I had my left hand on her back, my right hand was exploring her ass and I was saying, "This has been the best evening I've had in at least six years. I haven't relaxed this well since before we learned of Susan's cancer. Is there any reason for you to leave? I want you to spend the night with me. Is that possible?"

"I need to make a phone call. I told Jacki I would let her know where I left the Ledger for Branch Number Six. Then I can spend the entire weekend if you want. I probably need to get some dry clothes from the house. I don't want you getting tired of looking at my ass every minute. I want you to get excited when you see it again." I squeezed her left cheek with my right hand and then lightly slapped it.

She looked up at me and with a huge smile softly said, "That slap seals the deal. I'm here for the duration."

"I'll help you find the key."

End: Installment 1