Willard and the Wet Woman (part 1)

Ranting under her breath she carried the heavy shopping up the long street home.
She let her mind drift to the waiting heater and a refreshing cider.
It was definitely raining now when she set out had been nothing more than a light drizzle.
It was only when she put her bags down at her doorstep that she came to realised her problem. Keys. She could see them in her minds eye next to the empty coffee cup with a hire company name on it, on her desk at work. Damn! Abbey sighed and took a longing look at the soggy bags of groceries.

She hedged her bets and made her way down the little lane to one side of her apartment block, sloshing in the over grown alley way until she got to her window, Abbey hoped to be able to jimmey it open and climb in through the study. After a half hearted attempted, she discovered it was tricky to get the sticky old frame to budge. By now she was soaked to the skin.

She swore and grumpily headed around into the enclosed area at the rear of the block. She had only nipped down to pick up a few things, after an exhausting day and now Abbey felt deflated and harassed. This was not a good start to a what could have been a much-needed relaxing evening. As she rounded the corner into the large, comfortable backyard area, she failed to notice it was lit pleasantly with bud lighting and the barbecue shone in the warm winter light, the glass glistened in the rain, and perhaps, at any other time the view would have been comforting. Now she eyed it with irritation. All she saw was a cold area, and a man smoking in the shadows. At least she might make her way out of the rain if she asked whoever-it-was.

How she was to enter her own apartment? Abbey cursed her lack of a phone once more and wondered if the man might able to help her. Dripping wet, her hair plastered to her head, her shirt clung to every cold inch of her torso. In a word - miserable. She felt the rain run off the bridge of her nose. Defiantly she shook her head before speaking.

He stepped further forward into the light when she addressed him. Crushing his cigarette underfoot and pocketing the butt, the man looked up in surprise. She was met with bright green eyes. His brown hair flopped in an unfashionable style over an eye. Abbey was a little taken aback at how good-looking he was and he was far more relaxed than she and drier. Abbey felt at a distinct disadvantage.

"I live here. I'm new. Why? Do you? Out drowning rats this evening I see." He grinned. "Nice weather for some."

Her heart did a strange flip flop and she put the sensation down to relief from desperation, this strange man might be able to help her get home after all.

"I've locked myself out."

His eyes smiled at her and he fought it back from reaching his lips. Abbey laughed despite herself.

"Yeah, yeah this sucks. I just need a phone to get my mate to drop some keys around, can I borrow yours?"

For a moment he met her eyes evenly without looking away. The air crackled and Abbey chose to think it was from the impending lightning storm.

"For sure".

He opened the back door with a key and held the door out. As she walked into the corridor Abbey sighed with relief. At last, she was away from the incessant rain and it shouldn't be long before she would be dry too. She shivered. Her clothes stuck to her frame.

"What's your name?" She asked quietly through chattering teeth as he opened the door to his apartment.

As the door swung open she was treated to a wave of warmth.

"I've just had the central heating fixed. Neat timing. I'm Highfield."

She shot him a quizzical look. Highfield extended a warm dry hand towards her and grinned.

"What's you're real name?"

"Willard"

"You're name is Willard?"

"Yeah it totally is."

Abbey borrowed Highfield's phone and rang Anita, who promised to make the trek in the rain in about 30 minutes. She hung up and looked at Highfield. Large toned muscles stood out from the sleeves of his powder blue polo shirt. He was hot.

"Take a photo. It lasts longer."

Abbey blushed. She wanted to sit but her clothes were sodden.

"I'll get you a towel while you wait..."

"That would be perfect."

"Like you." He said as he disappeared out the door.

"Excuse me?" Abbey doubted he'd heard her and was left wondering if she had heard correctly.

Highfield came back with a large and fluffy green towel exactly the colour of his eyes.

"Your mother bought you this?"

She took it gratefully and started to dry her dripping head.

"That she did. You're good."

Abbey found herself blushing.

"It matches your eyes."

"Really?"

"Yeah and I was just standing here hoping you didn't have a girlfriend."

The words were out before Abbey could hold them back. A silence offered itself to the room.

"You're hot" Highfield shot back. The moment crackled on.

Abbey laughed

"Like this?"

"Yeah, I can see you've got talent. I like my women wet."

He walked right up to her, until they were almost touching.

"You're clothes are kinda, clinging. And those curves..."

He didn't make any move to touch her as she stood in front of him, the towel in her free hand. Her grey shirt was indeed sticking to everything; her breasts, her tummy. She made a belated attempt at dignity, holding the shirt away from her chest self consciously.

"You know what they say, what's seen cannot be unseen."

Abbey shot him a bewildered look.

"And trust me, it's ok. I'm not eager to forget."

Highfield still didn't move an inch. She thought fleetingly that he looked a few years older than she was.

"You're leering."

"My apologies. Let me get you a dry shirt, if it's making you uncomfortable." And he ambled out of the room.

What was happening to her? Perhaps the storm was driving her crazy. Here she was, in the lounge room of a man she barely knew, saying the strangest bluntest things. Something about the whole situation was making her blood sing, her heartbeat pound in her ears. Abbey didn't like it. The whole evening was beginning to spiral completely out of her control.

He came back with a whisky, a pair of tracksuit pants and a large, light blue sloppy joe.

"Bung these on for the time being, Spunk-Rat, before I do weird things to that lovely body"

Abbey blushed red to the roots of her hair, Boldly she decided to accept the situation for what it was.

"Why?" she heard herself saying. She was wide eyed. "What would you do?"

"Well first Crazy Rain-Lady, I would... hey what's your name?"

"Abbey"

"Well Abbey" Highfield began huskily "I'd like to give you a hand getting out of these clothes."

And in a moment Highfield was closing the distance between them. He clasped her cold wrists between his thumb and forefinger and raised her hands above her head. He smelt of spice and sandalwood, slightly musky and very male. Her shirt came off. Highfield whistled but he made no move to touch her. He slipped the hoodie on, over her head. Next, he helped her ease the wet sweat pants from her cold, clammy legs. They puddled sadly on the floor. Grabbing her hand in his much larger one, he helped her step free of the wet mess. Her small frame was swamped in the blue hoodie and already, she felt much warmer.

"Fine lady?" he said softly.

Highfield was quite close. She inhaled his intoxicating scent.

"Do you feel better?"

"I couldn't have been wetter" She immediately regretted her words, worse, her comment did not go un-noticed. Highfield raised an eyebrow.

"I'm much better now." She quickly added.

"Your friend will be here soon with your keys."

"Yeah."

Suddenly remembering the whisky he scooped it up from the small coffee table.

"Share this with me?"

She gratefully accepted the glass and took an appreciative sip. All things said and done she was heating back up nicely. It was a relief to be away from the rain.

"It's been a hairy afternoon" Abbey offered lamely.

"I'm a hairy afternoon."

Charmed, Abbey laughed. She sat on the vinyl couch, her wet thighs and knickers made a rubbery noise as she shifted. She ignored it. Highfield looked at the tracksuit pants still in his hand and the woman in front of him comfortably sporting one of his jumpers like a dress. He folded the sweats over a chair and sat with her.

"How come we've never met?"

"This is my sister's place."

"Oh. Do I know your sister?"

"I don't know, do you? She's short, her name's Dinkum"

"I'd remember that."

"Yeah."

She looked at him steadily, wanting him desperately to touch her again. He didn't.

"Thank you for doing all this. I... I'm just an idiot really. I left my keys at work. Holey fuck is this place a fortress."

"It does have some crazy security. I mea, that's good. I guess. At least I got to meet you."

They sat in silence. Abbey sipped her drink, feeling the whisky curling around her frozen insides and unlocking the icicles, dislodging the discomfort.

"What do you do?"

"I don't want to talk about my job, or the evening. How about we concentrate more on the beautiful, semi-naked addition to my lounge room."

At that moment Abbey felt brave and indestructible. Giving him a long, slow, assessing look that traveled from his lap up to amazing green eyes, she felt the moment pop and burn around them. Then very gently, almost imperceptibly, Highfield lent towards her. Abbey let him. He kept his eyes open until he was within millimetres. He set his warm, soft lips atop hers, planting a kiss. Just as gently as he had descended, Highfield retreated. Her lips tingled.

"I'll stop this if you want me to."

She turned towards him and cupped his unfamiliar, stubbly face in her hands. God, he was beautiful.

"I don't think that's really necessary."

Highfield grinned back at her, the kind of full scale grin that lit his sexy eyes from within. Abbey felt a rush of emotion and pushed it to one side. For tonight, she did not want to think. Highfield ran a finger along her jaw.

"You have a magic about you." Highfield said softly.

Abbey scoffed.

"Don't be ridiculous. We're both attracted to one another, tell it like it is."

For a moment Highfield looked taken aback. He tried to hide it.

"I'll take whatever you want to give" Highfield heard himself saying.

The seconds that ticked by were warm and ponderous. He leaned in to bridge the distance between them, but instead of planting a kiss, he let his hands wander, feeling his way through his own jumper onto her curves. Abbey closed her eyes as his big warm hand continued, first up to her ribs, close to the throbbing underside of her heavy breast and then on her thigh, where the material ended.

Only then did he really kiss her, a slow sultry exploration, almost like a question mark. Her full lips met his and she sighed into his mouth, the molten heat of his tongue probing deeper. Abbey became aware of the knock at the door.

"Anita" she said softly, creating distance between them.

As she got up to answer she looked back at the disheveled man on his own couch. Through his jeans she could see the strength of his erection. She smiled to herself and then back at him.

"I'll get the keys."

Abbey opened the door without looking back and stepped out into the hall.

Outdoor entertaining area available…

They stopped speaking once they hit the water. Clothes thrown off in the heat of the sun, a little light breeze speaking of the afternoon, threatening them with the cool that comes with night time. A little bit of wine under that same telling sun earlier in the day and she had unwrapped the scarf from around her friend’s neck and gently run its feathery weight one whole length of her friend’s thigh. How the delicate trace of the fabric had made her ache to be touched by a hand. She wanted to kiss just to be kissed. To taste the weight of another’s on her lips, the warm breath and the cushiony feeling of flesh on flesh. No matter who’s, the pull of sensuousness in her nature, threatening to satisfy her on its easily attainable heights.

They stopped speaking and swam out. She swam further than she would have liked to and could feel her breath cooling in her chest, the shortness that accompanied fear in her breathing. Soon they were out deep and away from the electric barbeque lights, out there in the middle with just the thick smell of river sand and the muddy taste of the water. She could taste the minerals on her tongue; taste the old leaves that gave the water its colour. Treading water and looking at one another. Their white skin in the dark water and the feel of cold all around; tickling their sense of adventure.

She duck dives towards her friend and comes up for air close by. The water falls off her face and leaves her slick and sensuous. Her dark, proud eyes are made innocent by the water, her lashes stick to one another. They smile at each other and are languid now in the water. Earlier, as they sunned themselves and patted themselves mentally on the back for having made the most of a beautiful day by wagging work and taking a picnic down the river, they had eaten ham and cucumber sandwiches washed down with cold, soft, pink Bubbly and sat at the waters edge near a playground. They’d eaten Cadbury Picnics that had stayed good in the cooler but once out stuck to their hands and faces. After champagne they drank American vodka and raspberry cordial with soda. Lemonade, they had found previously, made it sickly sweet.

They lay down on the rug as the shade started to move and stared at the blue day. They had even held hands for a while and placed their hands on one another’s chest to feel how their body moved up and down when they laughed. Cat sat up on one elbow and kissed her friend. It was light and playful and soon they were fooling with one another. Keeping it light and simple, uncomplicated by any intent. The torturous pleasure of the afternoon had stretched on.

A touch like a passing insect on the upper thigh while Cat sucked the other woman’s fingers as if they were strawberries, tasting them over and over again as if they somehow held an exotic flavour all of their own. The other woman giggled a lot more then, and squealed with delight.

They kissed until their lips were sore and swollen from teasing. The warm honey feeling of being in the sun all day like a drug. The quiet heat that grew between them made the silence seem sexy, like a dream. Cat listened for her friends little cries of absolute pleasure as they made out standing next to the tyre swing.

The swing was strung to the tree in such a way that a good push sent it our almost past the shallow water. Happily now she found herself drawn ankle deep into the cold river water. The water made her thighs tingle, her palms feel hot and heavy. The sluggish river sand under foot squished around as she kissed her friend once more. They clinked their glasses together and ate each others oral orifice whilst threatening to fall into the water.

Cat found herself leaning on the swing and allowing the weight to gently rock her against the other woman’s body. The softness of her breasts, the valley between her hip bones, her soft middle. Her friend caressed her upper thigh as they kissed, under the skirt fabric until finally her fingers began to play where they were most welcome. Cat’s pussy was lush and wet. The slow afternoon had left her on sensuous tent-a-hooks, so many tiny, sexy moments. She felt she would burst when her friend slid two fingers in to find her slick centre. She shook as the pressure increased and the hand began circling gently, it warmed her to her toes and to the tips of her hair. She opened her mouth a little and her friend smiled to see the pleasure on her face.

Neither of them heard someone approaching. Her friend confessed later to only being vaguely aware that it may not have been Cat’s hands on her body. She hadn’t thought to protest when a man joined them and only fuelled their fine teasing. He feasted upon Cat’s prone body, replaced her friends light touch with his own. His gentle touch and the rough skin on his hands made her ache for cock and fulfillment. Cat glanced over at her friend and they both seemed naughtily at ease in the strange situation. Cat kissed her hand, the crook of her arm and her neck. In return she allowed Cat to be kissed by the stranger and watched in sleepy amusement as Cat guided the hand he had ventured up her skirt to perform acts that suited her better. His rough, large hands gave her pleasure. She was breathing in short shallow bursts now, her cheeks flushed and her head thrown back.

She pushed the good-looking stranger away from her and cheekily pulled her friend towards her, kissing her full on the mouth. The other woman made the soft noise of a female on heat. They undressed slowly like that, all three. They peeled their clothes off like secrets after dark at bedtime and tumbled on one another’s bodies in a fever. Cat licked the man’s body from the button of his jeans all the way up his chest to plant hot kisses on the burning skin of his neck. Her friend tugged his jeans – now wet from the shallow water - down over his hips and off. He led them to the edge of the water in his white boxers. There was no one else around Cat noted, there hadn’t been for hours.

Cat let her friend tug his cotton boxers past his toes. The woman stripped off her tiny cotton knickers and giggled. Greedily she took his ample cock in her hand like a precious object and squatted over it. She slid down his length easily, she was so wet. As she took him inside she made a satisfied whimper before setting about increasing his pleasure with a faster pace. She rode him with enthusiasm and would stop suddenly, savouring the feel of his cock, opening her full mouth in a satisfied sigh and then pick up the pace again. The stranger thought he would die from the luxury of it.

Cat amused herself in the water. She felt it’s smooth coolness like the hands of a lover and giggled and wriggled around. She felt her clit and its crazy warmth. She bounced at the delightful feel of a hand on her sex. She played a little, feeling orgasm creeping up, savouring the torturous pleasure, carrying herself with the deft touch of her own hand to the point of no return, she stopped, swam a few strokes and looked over at her friend enjoying the stranger at the shore. They fucked with abandon, now she sat on his face as he lay stretched out, his head buried in her sex, his rigid cock glistening in the sun.

Cat swam into shore, she crawled out of the water towards them, she dripped water on his body and he flinched with surprise. He continued his enjoyable task. Cat crept to his penis and took it in her mouth. She slurped and pleasured him until she could feel the tension in his legs and the rest of his body. Her friend fell off her perch; she sighed and laughed a little. Almost immediately the man’s body tensed a little more and she felt his dick grow even more substantial in her mouth. He came and the hot liquid spurted into her mouth, on her face, in her hair. She laughed and sat up still holding his cock in one hand. She dribbled saliva and semen onto her chin. He sat up. Cat turned to dive into the water again and refresh. She swam a few cool breast strokes under the water and came up for air. He sunned himself and looked as though he might nap. Cat duck dived towards the other woman and came up at her side. She cupped her breast playfully and kissed the pink nipple under the water. The other woman floated on her back, offering herself, clearly enjoying it. When at last they looked back to the shore he was by the swing, dressing. When they looked again he was making his way away from them, disappearing into the afternoon.

Now hours later and as they swam in the cool, knowing river water each woman thought of the day that had passed. Each had a cheeky half smile on her lips and a saucy glint in her eye.