Raining Wet

Jarvis was adding one last log to the roaring fire as he prepared himself for bed. He sat back in his armchair and gazed out the window at the far end of his living room. Rain was battering heavily against it. It had been raining for almost a full week now, there was flooding all over the city and Jarvis had been stuck home from work, not that that bothered him too much. The warmth of his own house was far preferable to the cold, dull office in which he worked. Jarvis layed back in his chair and rested his feet up on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and listened to the crackling of the fire as he gently began to fall asleep.

Then there was a loud knock on his front door. Jarvis gazed at the time, which read 11:47PM, and shook his head. It was a late hour for someone to call, let alone stop by, especially in this weather, as most people were wrapped warmly in their beds.

There was another series of knocks at the door and Jarvis, realising he still hadn't left his chair, reluctantly stood up and walked over to the door. Unhitching the latch he pulled it open. On his doorstep stood a Police Officer; she was soaked from head to toe and was gazing at him with a "Sorry" look on her face.

Jarvis stared at her for a while, she had a very pretty face; nice rounded cheeks with dimples. And he could not help notice that her soaked jacket clung around her large breasts which he was sure would usually be hidden if the jacket were dry. As she raised her eyebrow at him he realised that he had not spoken and composed himself.

"Good evening, Officer, how can I help you?" he said.

"Umm, well, first do you mind if I stepped inside?" she said, nodding her head in the direction of the sky which was continuing to pelt her with heavy drops of rain.

"Of course, I'm sorry, please come in," he replied, closing the door behind her as she stepped in to his home.

"Ah, that's much better," she said. "I apologize for this intrusion but yours was the only house with lights still on and well, my umm, patrol car broke down and I can't get through to anybody on my radio, so I was wondering if I could use your telephone?"

"My telephone line is dead as well, I'm afraid," replied Jarvis. "Can I at least offer you something, a towel maybe?" he added, smiling slightly.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," she said.

"Of course, I'll go get one, do you want to just sit down there," replied Jarvis, indicating a chair near the fire. "And I'll be back."

Jarvis made his way upstairs to the bathroom to find a towel. After a while of searching he found a dry one hanging up and made his way back downstairs. The police woman looked up as he entered the sitting room and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said as he handed her the towel.

Jarvis watched as she removed her helmet and long wet-locks of hair fell loose. She dried her face and hair with the towel. As she saw Jarvis staring at her she turned away, using the towel to cover her face from his view.

Jarvis realized he had been staring at her for some time and quickly thought of something to say.

"Could I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" he asked.

"Coffee would be good, thanks," she said, gazing at him from behind her towel.

"Of course," he replied, "one minute, I'll go put the kettle on."

Jarvis walked into the kitchen and began to fill the kettle with water, however on his way to the stove there was a great flash of lightning outside the window and all the power in the house cut out, leaving Jarvis in total darkness.

Jarvis made his way back to the hallway by feeling his way along the wall until he could see a small glowing orange light from the living room; the slowly dying fire he'd lit earlier. Kneeling beside it was the Police Officer, he could barely see her face as the fire was slowly dying out. Using the fire's glow as a guide he made his way across to it and knelt down opposite her.

"Sorry about this," he said, hoping she could see how sorry he was through his expression.

"That's ok," she replied. "I guess I'll just make my way back to the car and spend the night there until morning." "No, I can't let you go out in that weather, especially in the condition you're in now, you'll die of cold," replied Jarvis. "You're very welcome to use the spare room upstairs."

"I don't want to be a hassle," she said.

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do," replied Jarvis. "I forgot to ask your name, sorry."

"It's Clareese," she said. "And yours?"

"Well it's nice to meet you, Clareese," said Jarvis. "My name is Jarvis."

"Nice to meet you too, Jarvis," she said.

"I'm afraid I can't really tell your size in this light but, my sister was staying last week and she left some stuff behind, it may fit you if you'd like to get out of those wet clothes," said Jarvis.

"That would be good, yes, thank you," said Clareese.

Jarvis smiled at her in the light although she couldn't see it.

"Ok, umm, well if you follow me, I should be able to lead you upstairs," said Jarvis, getting to his feet.

"Ok," replied Clareese, also standing.

Jarvis slowly made his way out into the hallway with Clareese close behind him. As the small orange glow of the fire was cut out of his view Jarvis put his hand against the wall to steady himself in the darkness. He made his slow way towards the stairs and carefully placed one foot after the other up the stairs, when he was on the third step he heard a quiet "Ow" behind him. Clareese had tripped on the first step.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you," said Jarvis, "you were so quiet I'd almost forgotten you were there."

"That's ok," replied Clareese, "umm, do you mind if I just hold on to the back of your shirt so I know you're still there?"

"Oh, umm, sure," replied Jarvis and waited for her to grasp some of his shirt between her hands.

As Jarvis felt Clareese's small hands hold on to his shirt he began to make his way back up the stairs, carefully waiting on each step for Clareese to follow him. As they finally reached the last step Clareese let go of Jarvis's shirt.

"The spare room is just down here on the, umm, right, I think, can't tell in this darkness," said Jarvis.

Clareese followed Jarvis into a small room at the far end of the upstairs corridor. Jarvis opened the curtains to the room as Clareese stood in the doorway. The rain was still battering the window but a small glint of moonlight had struggled its way through the dark clouds and Clareese could just make out the double bed in the middle of the room. Jarvis made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out a couple of clothes from the hangers and laid them on the bed.

"There you go," he said, "there's some pyjamas in that pile somewhere. Hopefully that moonlight will last and it won't be too difficult for you to change. I'll be just down the hall in my room if you need me."

"Thank you so much for this, Jarvis," replied Clareese, sincerely.

"It's not a problem," he replied, smiling at her and left the room.

As Jarvis was making his way back down the hallway he stepped on something soft and realised that Clareese had dropped her towel at the top of the stairs. He picked it up and made his way back to her room. Without thinking he opened the door and stepped inside.

"Clareese, you left your-" began Jarvis, but he stopped in mid-sentence as standing in front of him was Clareese, completely naked apart from her panties, her bra in her hand. Clareese jumped as she heard Jarvis's voice and dropped her bra as she desperately tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands. Unfortunately a badly timed flash of lightning from outside had illuminated the room as Jarvis entered and he had got a full view of her body. As her wet uniform had revealed she had larger than average breasts, which were round and firm, her nipples pointed from the cold. She had smooth but firm skin and an athletic physique, presumably from her police training.

Jarvis realized he had been staring at her for some time and he was glad when a dark cloud covered the light of the moon so he did not have to look at the expression on her face. He quickly dropped the towel on the floor and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I forgot to knock."

There was a silence and then he heard Clareese's voice reply, although shakily.

"It's, umm, ok," she said. "I-"

However she did not finish the sentence and Jarvis, after waiting for several minutes decided it was best not to ask her exactly what she was going to say. This was partially because he was feeling uncomfortable about the incident, and partially because the sight of Clareese's round, perfect breasts had causes his dick to push against the fabric of his jeans; begging to be released from the restraints. The more Jarvis tried to think of something else, the more his mind returned to her body; her wet hair stuck to her bare shoulders, her long legs and firm thighs. As he imagined the shape of her ass his dick became harder and almost unbearable in the tight confines of his jeans. Knowing it needed to be released he made his way down the dark hall way to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Standing next to the bed he unbuckled his jeans and then pulled down the zip and dragged them down to his ankles. Then Jarvis began to pull his boxers over his dick, letting the nine inches of thick penis fall out. Grasping it tightly in his hands he pumped the skin up and down as he thought of Clareese's naked body, how he'd like to kiss her soft lips, and push his hard dick between her firm pillow-like breasts. He could feel the pre-cum dripping down the edge of his dick on to his fingers, helping them slide up and down more easily. Some more dripped on to the floor beside his jeans.

Jarvis could feel his cum building in his balls but just as he knew he was about to climax he heard the door open and Clareese's voice whisper.

"Jarvis?" she said.

Jarvis looked up at her, his hand still grasped tightly around his dick. He could just see the outline of body in the doorway. The pyjamas were slightly too small for her which emphasised the curve of her breast.

"Jarvis?" she whispered again.

Jarvis did not understand; he was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist down with his hard dick pointing straight towards her. But then he realised she must not be able to see him in the darkness. Chancing his luck he responded.

"I'm here," he said, "What is it?"

"Oh, umm, I just wanted to talk about earlier," she replied, and stepped in to his room, closing the door behind her. Jarvis could no longer see her outline and just spoke out to where he believed her to be standing.

"Oh, right, about that, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have walked in on you like that," he said quickly.

"That's ok. It was an easy mistake to make," she said, after a short silence she added, "thanks for the towel."

Jarvis was glad she was not annoyed at him and almost forgot that he was still holding his penis. He felt the mattress of the bed sink beneath him and realised Clareese must have sat down next to him. He let go of his penis and bent forward to reach for his boxers but jumped as Clareese spoke.

"Thank you again for letting me stay," she said. "It's really appreciated."

"It's really the least I could do," replied Jarvis, leaning back again.

"I'll be up and away as early as I can in the morning," she added, as Jarvis once again reached forwards and managed to grab his boxers.

"Mmhmm," was all he could reply, as he carefully began to drag them back up his legs. He had got them up to his knees when Clareese spoke again.

"Eww," she said, "I've just stepped on something wet on your floor... I wonder what that could be."

Clareese leant forward off the bed to touch Jarvis's pre-cum stuck to her foot. Jarvis deciding this was the only chance he would have stood up and attempted to pull his boxers up over his dick, hoping that if the lights did come back on at least it'd be easier to explain why he was in his boxers than in nothing at all. However as they were just in line with his balls Clareese got up from her position and her head hit Jarvis's dick.

"What was that?" she asked, looking up to face Jarvis. However that movement made the tip of Jarvis's dick cross her face, his wet head rubbing against her cheek and stopping at her mouth.

Almost like a child with a lollypop Clareese pushed her lips greedily over the head of Jarvis's dick, taking almost his full length deep in to her throat. Placing her small hand on the rest of his pole she began to pump and suck it alternately; smearing Jarvis's pre-cum over her lips and tongue.

"Mmmmm," moaned Jarvis, as he placed his fingers into Clareese's wet, tangled hair; massaging the knots apart while encouraging her to take more of his pole in to her throat. Clareese obliged, pushing almost six inches of his dick in to her mouth and sucking all the way back along the pole. Clareese did this many times, taking a deep breath after each suck and Jarvis could feel that he was close to cumming again. It was now that Clareese let go of his dick and stood up.

"Better not catch you getting pre-cum on my foot again," she said. Lightning flashed outside and Jarvis caught her wink at him as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

This was too much for Jarvis. He pulled his boxers back down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Throwing the door open he rushed down the corridor and saw the outline of Clareese walking back to her room. He grasped her shoulder and pulled back round to face him. At this moment the lights in the house came back on. Jarvis was naked from the waist down, holding Clareese, who was wearing his sister's pyjamas, her breasts pushed heavily against them and it looked like the top button had been broken from the strain.

"So, what are you going to do now?" asked Clareese, smirking at him.

Jarvis answered by grabbing her ass through the pyjamas and pulling her roughly towards him. His hard dick poking into her pussy through the fabric, he kissed her. Their tongues explored each other's mouths; Clareese's still wet with Jarvis's pre-cum. Jarvis grinded his hard dick against Clareese's pussy and squeezed her ass tighter. Jarvis pulled away from the kiss and placed either hand at Clareese's cleavage and, grasping the fabric of the pyjamas, ripped them apart. The buttons flew off in all different direction and Clareese's breasts fell free. They hung slightly from their large weight but were still round and firm. Jarvis grabbed them as soon as they were free, sucking her nipples in to his mouth, squeezing them between his hands as she moaned in pleasure. He bit and sucked her nipples until they were wet with his saliva. He pushed them together, watching the saliva form a river in the valley they created. Clareese grasped Jarvis's hard dick in one hand and began to pump it slowly.

As Jarvis sucked on her breasts, Clareese sucked her pre-cum wet fingers dry and began to untie the string at the front of the pyjamas and let them drop to her ankles. Jarvis let go of her breasts and stepped back to gaze on her pussy, it was neatly trimmed and glistening wet in her excitement. Jarvis stepped forwards again and lifted her up by her ass. He pushed her roughly against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him. Jarvis pushed his long, hard dick deep into her dripping pussy.

Clareese moaned as he thrust in and out of her, his lips kissing along her neck, her head stretched back and her mouth open in pleasure as he grunted with each hard thrust. It was not long before Jarvis felt his cum build up in his balls again; the cum that had been begging to escape ever since Clareese's wet lips had enclosed around his pole in the bedroom earlier. He looked up at Clareese warningly. Sweat dripping down her face she turned to him and nodded.

"In me," she moaned.

This was enough for Jarvis and he gladly let his fountain of cum shoot in to the warmth of her pussy, which clamped against his dick as her own orgasm ripped through her simultaneously. She gently slid off his dick on to the ground and the last few spurts of cum hit her stomach. Leaning back against the wall she smiled and looked at him.

"Towel?" he asked, smirking back at her.