A Stormy Night Encounter

"FUCK, I am such a fucking Idiot" Sara yells at her reflection in the door as she tried and fails to open it. She could not believe she had done it again. This was the fourth time today that she had forgotten that the latch to the sliding door had messed up, but this was the first time that she had been on the other side of the door with nobody else in the house to help her open the door. Her assistant had left about 30 minutes ago after she had gone over all the information they needed for tomorrow's book signing. She had immediately stripped off all her clothes.

Having her bra on in this heat has been torture. Even her thong had to go.

She was in the middle of nowhere, and she had chosen this rental property for that exact reason. She had found earlier in her career that isolation was the best way for her to work. It was like her brain and body had to be free, in their own 'natural' environment, to get inspired to come up with the wild stories she is very famous for writing.

As she pulled on the handle with all her strength, she noticed that her breasts jumped up and down with the effort in the reflection from the glass door. Her DDD cup boobs always seemed smaller in a bra but when left on their own, they swing almost like a pendulum. She pauses for a bit to rub the pain in her chest just below both collarbones.

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK" Sara realized that she could not keep this up. Trying to pull the handle is a bad idea. She walked around the second-floor balcony, checked every corner to see if there was anything she could use to wedge open the door or even break the glass at this point, but there was nothing. She looked across the balcony and all she could see were trees and more trees. When she had seen "No neighbors or disturbances for miles" in the description for this luxury rental property, she had been excited. Now, she had a sense of dread at how miles of freedom meant miles of no help. She was all alone in the middle of nowhere, and her phone was there on the bed with the "Do not disturb" mode activated at this time of the night. Today could not get any worse.

The sound of thunder and the gentle patter of rain on her face and shoulder assured her that things could always get worse. She was standing naked in the middle of a balcony surrounded by dense forest. This balcony was on the second floor, and none of the trees had branches that were close enough for her to think about risking her neck to climb down. And now rain was falling. She looked up at the heavy rain clouds in the sky, and a big drop of rain landed square in her left eye. At that point, it was like the last of her restraints broke.

"FFFFUUUCCCCKKKK" She yelled as she started jumping and swinging her arms in the air like she was in a fist fight with the storm that was brewing around her, totally oblivious to the shaking of her boobs or the jiggling of her ass. She was angry at herself for being in this situation. It hurts more when there is nobody to blame but yourself.

Adam could not help but marvel at the beautiful woman on the balcony from his vantage point in the woods. Damn he thought, Now, that's a woman. He could not make out her facial features but just seeing her full figure made his dick strain against his jeans zipper. She looked like his dream girl, the type of girl he looks for on speed dates, on dating sites, in the gym, even in porn. He was mesmerized by the way her boobs and ass moved as she was shadow boxing the sky. She had big breasts, a flat stomach, and if her thighs were not equally as juicy, he would have assumed that she had gotten a BBL. He could also see some folds along her back, enough to see she was not one of those girls who starved themselves because they thought that was what a man wanted. She was a sexy woman with yummy curves and he could already imagine her bouncing all over his dick with a smile on her face.

It was like his grandfather had given him one last gift, like this massive property in the middle of bum fuck nowhere was not enough. When his grandfather had died and left him this house as the only living relative, he had wanted to sell it to close this chapter of his life and move on. He had his own house in the city, and this one was 2 hours away from anywhere meaningful or fun. He had then gotten the idea to build houses on it and rent them out after seeing a commercial during the Super Bowl, of all things. This house had been the first one in a series of luxurious villas, and he had been surprised at how many people wanted the isolation of renting a property like this in the middle of nowhere.

He understood that need for solitude. He had also built a small cottage for his personal use along the boundary of the land. There was a hill and a waterfall there, and the view was breathtaking, and he wanted to preserve that. From the outside, he had designed his cottage to be almost indiscernible. He had needed a break from society after his last 'trip'. The things he had seen and done on this trip had messed him up, and he needed this break before he tried reentering life in the city. Seeing this queen have her little temper tantrum on the balcony made his decision worth it. She had finally settled down, and from her he could hear her sobs and could feel her frustration. If he was not so turned on by her body, he would just have ignored her but something in him wanted to help her and cheer her up with gentle strokes of his dick deep inside her. Before he could control himself, he started walking towards his damsel in distress.

Sara was tired. After her emotional outburst, she felt spent. She sat on the wooden floor and was sure she would have splinters in her butt after. She remembered that Gary, her assistant, was supposed to come and get her at 11 am, and she had told him not to disturb her till then. Even if she was able to climb down the balcony without breaking her neck, she could see the car keys beside her phone in the bedroom. And being a city girl, she had locked and bolted the front door. She could have let Gary stay in the house with her, but she had wanted her privacy, and she did not want Gary alleging sexual assault when she walked around the house in her birthday suit. Since he had family in town, he had chosen to stay with them rather than have to drive 93 minutes to the nearest motel.

"Damn, Damn, Damn" she said out loud. She lay on her back with her legs bent at the knee and her foot planted on the floor. The rain felt good against her skin. If she had the option to go inside, use a towel, or drink some tea later, this would have been a fun experience, but the prospect of spending the next 16 hours under the elements was very frustrating. Maybe she will get struck by lightning or eaten by hungry mosquitoes. How high can wolves jump? She wandered.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and said a silent prayer, God, please send help. She was not expecting anything to happen, to be honest, but she felt she had to try just in case. She was not one of those people who expected a miracle to happen. She knew had a 99.9% chance of being on this balcony till Gary comes tomorrow. She just hoped the mosquitoes did not bite her on her face, arms or worse on her boobs. That would suck royally. She reached for both her breasts and pushed them together like her very expensive bras do. In this position, they had fallen to the side. Fuck big boobs. She had to use both her arms to get hold of them. Squeezing then gently gave her a sense of warmth. She kept her arms around her breasts and put her hands on her forehead to protect her face from the rain.

An umbrella, she thought. She had always thought they were useless in the rain, but if she could have one right now, she would have been content. She put her knees together as she came aware of the rain falling directly on her clit. Fuck. She had a random thought, Maybe that's why we have pubic hair to protect the labia and clit from a direct assault. She could feel the water still hit her vulva as the wind got stronger and redirected the rain droplets to her. The initial attack had woken her clit up but now, she felt herself moistening even more. This reminded her of when she was younger and had just discovered the power of a bidet. Her right hand began to rub on her clit in gentle circles as she spread her thighs again. She could at least have some fun here, alone. Maybe an orgasm would help her fall asleep faster.

As the rain picked up, so did her hands, rolling, teasing and circling her clit. Without thinking, she caught her right nipple in between her thumb and pointer finger and squeezed. "Fuck" she yelled as the rain drops became even harder. Eyes closed, she surrendered to the sensation, her hips rolling in rhythm with each movement. The familiar wave of her pleasure, deep, delicious, strong began to rise from her spine and she knew she was about to cum. She began jerking as the orgasm hit her. "Fuck" she yelled again just as a very loud crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky. She chucked, it was almost as if Mother Nature had her own orgasm. That was so intense. She always came best when she did it herself, but this was easily one of her best ones. Maybe being in the middle of nowhere and having no one around had done the trick. At least, being locked out in this storm was not all bad.

"Damn, that was hot" Adam found himself saying before his brain could stop his mouth. He had been on a raised part of the clearing right beside the house when he saw the lady touching herself. He had wanted to say something to alert her to his presence but once she had started pinching her nipples and moaning as she was rubbing her clit, he was stunned. The way her hips flew up and off the floor made her ass bounce deliciously and the way she moaned made his dick even harder. He had to fight the urge to pull his dick out and rub himself to the rhythm of her movements. He was not that kind of creep. Rubbing one off to the lady he was spying on was a level of creepy he was not ready to reach, yet. When the thunder clapped just as she had cum, he felt some precum escape from his dick. Fuck, she was even sexier up close.

His voice had startled her. She sat up immediately, crossing her legs under her with her arms by her side. He had expected her to cover her breasts modestly, but instead, she had a look in her eyes that told him she was still coming down from the high of her orgasm, and she could not decide whether he was real or not. Seeing her face, with those sleepy eyes, the rain dripping down her brows and nose, the way her mouth was slightly opened like she had just run a marathon, he could not help but marvel at her beauty. She was everything he wanted and more. She looked to be in her mid to late 20s.'She is perfect for me, he thought to himself.

"Do you need a hand there?" Adam said, louder this time, as if he had not spent the last 20 minutes watching her trying to get inside the house. He could see her eyes widen as she finally understood his questions, like she had finally awoke from her orgasm induced daze. She swung herself up with a speed and agility that reminded him of gymnasts and cats and ran towards the railing. The way her breast moved, side to side, with her fast movements was so mesmerizing. He wanted to just grab them in his large hands and gently guide his dick between them and fucked her breasts. Damn, he was not even a boobs man. It was always the ass for him but seeing hers calling unto him was making him reevaluate his preferences.

Sara ran to the railings and looked at the tall, talking figure of a man in the clearing beneath her. He was wearing a baseball cap under a grey hoodie, and even from a distance, she saw he was big. Well over 6 ft tall and from how his jeans and hoodie fit, he worked out. A lot. Help had arrived, and she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She did not let her mind dwell on the fact that he might have had front row seats to her playing with herself and cumming so intensely. Or the fact that she was naked and alone. She just needed to get out of the rain and back into the house.

As he walked closer to her, she saw his face. He looked like a model, with his angular jaw and his eyes. There was something about the way he was looking at her. Almost like he could see her soul. She felt the fine hair on her neck rise, like a prey backed to a corner, with a very dangerous predator. With the way he was following her every move with those eyes, she realized that he, too, might consider her fair game, his prey.

If I'm gonna get devoured and killed, this man would be a great choice to do it. Sara was not shocked that her pervy mind had come to that conclusion already. Her pervy mind was the only place her 'real' self could manifest itself. And to be honest, this was where her best book ideas came from. And it found this stranger very interesting. Just hearing his voice had made her nipples stiffen even more. He sounded as sexy, as dangerous as he looked.

"Yes, I locked myself outside the room by accident. What do you have in mind?" She asked. He just stared intently at her. Maybe there was something broken in her. She did not feel weirded out by this stranger seeing her in her current state. His gaze turned her on even more. She did not try to cover herself up in any way. She loved her body and couldn't care less what he felt. She met his gaze, issuing him a silent challenge. She knew it was kind of late to act coy. All she could hope for was that he was not a crazy serial killer or something dramatic like that. She remembered her assistant, Gary, saying something about a builder or hunter or realtor, or was it a groundskeeper? She made a silent promise to pay more attention to what Gary says from now on. She had a habit of filtering out his voice after he passed across the information she was interested in.

"Well, you either come down to me or I come get you up there," he responded. His voice felt like a bear hug. Damn, she was in trouble. Her mind was liking everything she had seen and heard so far from him, and with the way she felt after her orgasm, she was tempted to throw herself into his arms and at his mercy. Where was the spider sense she always got around danger and weird people? It was nonexistent around this man.

"I think I'm too wet to climb down without risking breaking something in my body," she answered. She could have sworn she heard him chuckle after she said that.

"I bet you are. Very wet and dripping. We won't want you to break that pretty neck of yours". She could see the smile on his face. "But if I am going to climb up there to save you, risking my neck, I think I deserve to be rewarded properly," He said it with a smile on his face, but his eyes stayed dead serious.

Adam could never have dreamt of his scenario in a thousand years. Once he met her gaze, he knew his life would never be the same again. She had challenged him with her eyes and he could see that she did not give a fuck about being naked in front of a stranger or the fact that siad stranger had been the sole witness to her fucking herself to the most beautiful orgasm he had ever had. She did not seem to care about all that. She was his kind of woman. And he knew he was not leaving this place without knowing that she was his.

"I'll give you anything you want. Just get me out of this place". She still had that challenging look in her eyes. Almost like she understood exactly what he wanted from her as payment for his service. "If you can..." she added, to tease him. It worked. From the ground, he jumped up and caught the bottom of the balcony, pulled himself up in mere seconds, like the over 11 ft height was nothing. He hopped over the railing and came face to face with the woman who had been the main character of his thoughts completely since he first saw her less than half an hour ago. She was about 5'6, and he was happy to see that his visual estimations had been accurate. She was perfect for him.

"Wow", she said, expressing her awe for his agile climb. Spider-Man had been her first thought.

"I think you mean thank you". He chuckled.

"Not quite yet. I am still outside in the cold." He could not stop his eyes from looking at her nipples as she said that. Maybe she was cold after all. Her breasts needed his help warming up. Poor baby. And those her full lips would fit perfectly around his dick. That would warm them up very well.

"Well, I need proof that you can pay for my services before I deliver, completely", he said with a teasing smile. He started walking towards her... like a predator to his prey.

Sara was wrong. He did not look like a model. He looked exactly like what she would expect a god to look like. He was about 6'3 or 6'4 and had just the right amount of muscles to not look imposing but deadly. He had climbed up the balcony like it was child's play, and now that he was standing in front of her, she knew what she wanted. She was known for her use of words to express her emotions, but all she had been able to say to him was "Wow". He had blown her mind. She was never one for time wasting and had always gone for what she wanted with a reckless abandon. Now she wanted him. In her. NOW.

He stopped right in front of her, almost like he wanted her to understand exactly what was about to happen before he kissed her. Almost like he was giving her a chance to back out before things got out of hand. With his face so close, the way his lips were parted enough to show some of his top teeth, she could not give two fucks about anything else. She was completely aware of their exchange; she had felt the electricity every single time their eyes had met, and she knew she wanted to see this all the way. Before she could stop herself, she tiptoed till she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and softly but firmly nibbled on it before pulling back and looking him in the eye again.

That must have been all the permission he needed because he smiled and grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her into him in one fluid motion. His mouth descended on hers, warm and demanding, but not rough. It was as though he had waited his whole life for this kiss, and now that he had it, he was going to savor it properly.

Sara melted into him, her arms going around his neck instinctively. His hands roamed her back, feeling the curves and heat of her body, slick with rain and arousal. She was soft, warm, and eager, pressing into him like she needed to be consumed. His tongue found hers, slow at first, teasing, then deeper, matching the rising tempo of their breathing.

"I should let you inside now," he whispered between kisses, his lips brushing against her cheek, "but I have a few more... inspections to make."

His hand slid down the small of her back, settling at the roundness of her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, earning a soft gasp from her.

"Oh, so that's how you bill your clients?" she teased, looking up at him through rain-misted lashes. "Flat rate, or does that depend on how many times you service me?"

Adam chuckled low in his chest. "Oh, sweetheart... You will not be able to afford me by the hour."

And with that, he lifted her, gripping her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her wet skin slid against his hoodie and jeans as he walked her to the far corner of the balcony, placing her gently against the wooden siding. The rain kept falling, cooling their overheated skin but doing nothing to dampen the fire between them.

Sara felt the ridge of his cock through his jeans, hard and insistent, pressing against her soaked slit. Her hips rolled forward, rubbing herself against him, desperate for friction, for relief. His breath caught, and his grip on her thighs tightened.

"I need you inside me," she whispered. "Now."

His eyes darkened, and his mouth was on her again, kissing her hard as he unzipped his jeans. The sound of the zipper against the rain was surprisingly erotic, a promise in the middle of the storm.

He freed himself, the mushroom head of his cock brushing against her entrance. She was more than ready--slick, swollen, hungry. She reached her hand down to touch him and was glad when her fingers could not wrap around his cock. Fuck, he is big. This will be a fun ride. She lifted her head for one more kiss, but instead met his gaze.

"Tell me you want this," he said, his voice ragged. His breath warmed her face as his eyes searched hers for permission. She knew if she told him to stop, he would. He was a strong man, but he just did not have the cruel eyes of one who would take advantage of that strength in a situation like this.

She stared him dead in the eye. "I want everything."

That was all he needed.

In one strong thrust, he pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her back arching against the wall, the sensation overwhelming after being so worked up from her earlier orgasm. She threw her head back as he filled her, stretching her. Her pussy welcomed the assault. She felt her muscles wrap around his length as he ground into her. She could feel the head of cock push into her cervix. Her pussy instinctively tightened around his cock even more.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he growled into her neck, his hips pulling back before slamming forward again. She let out a growl that she could not believe came from her. She could feel her legs quiver with every strong thrust. She was going to die the happiest woman in the world at this rate. She could feel another orgasm rising. It was like he was reading her mind and giving her body what it wanted. What it's always wanted. A good, hard, long, back breaking fucking.

Her fingernails dug into his back through the hoodie as she met each thrust with her own. The rhythm was primal, soaked in rain and lust. Their bodies slapped together over and over, the wet sounds of their coupling echoing with the distant rumble of thunder. Every inch of her pulsed around him, and she felt her second orgasm for the day building fast.

He bit gently at her neck, murmuring praises, letting her know how perfect she felt around him. She was shaking again, legs tightening around him as her climax tore through her with a loud, breathless cry. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "I'm gonna--"

"Do it," she whispered, panting against his mouth. "Come inside me."

His hips jerked, and he buried himself deep as he spilled into her, hot and thick, groaning into her mouth as he kissed her through it.

For a long moment, they stayed still, bodies locked together in the gentle downpour, breathing as one.

Then, slowly, he pulled back, letting her slide down onto her feet. She staggered a little, legs weak, and he caught her easily, brushing a wet lock of her curly hair from her face.

"You good?" he asked, voice softer now.

Sara smiled, lips swollen and eyes gleaming. "Better than good."

He looked down at her, grinning. "I think I can get that door open for you now."

"Yeah? That would be nice," she said, wrapping an arm around him. He stepped away from her and walked to the glass door.

Adam approached the stubborn sliding door, inspecting it through the glass. He could see where the latch had slipped just slightly out of alignment--enough to lock Sarah out, but not enough to be fully secure.

With a firm push toward the house to relieve tension on the track and an upward lift--just an inch or two--the door shifted. He gave a small jerk to the side while holding it slightly elevated.

"Always a little stubborn when it's humid," he said with a grin.

He gave the frame one last jerk upward and to the side--just enough to nudge the roller over whatever was catching beneath it. A sharp metallic click echoed, and the door finally gave way, sliding open with a reluctant groan.

Sarah blinked in surprise. "You did it."

Adam stepped back slightly, gesturing like a magician after a successful trick. "Just needed a little lift and persuasion. Old doors stick when they feel ignored."

She laughed--a soft, airy sound that seemed to relax her whole body. "I've been stuck out here for half an hour."

"You're free now," he said, half-smiling.

She stepped inside barefoot, the cool marble greeting her toes. Turning back toward him, she lingered a moment at the threshold, hand still on the doorframe. Her gaze lingered on his eyes for a beat longer than polite.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Adam."

"I'm Sara," she said, her voice quieting. "Nice to meet you."

She stepped back from the door and tilted her head slightly. "Would you like to come in? I... would not mind the company."

Adam hesitated only long enough to read her tone. Then he stepped inside, the glass door whispering shut behind him. This was the first day of the rest of their lives.