Rainy day

 It's been seven years now. I still remember like it was yesterday. It was pouring rain that day, the day that was to be so meaningful to me. Even today, on the seventh anniversary, it should rain. In the late afternoon the sky should open its sluices if torrents of water should pour down on us on an otherwise serene early summer day. So the prediction on the Internet. Just the right weather for today. I wanted to hear it splash on the windows. Just like back then. Because I knew it was the right weather for her. It is particularly hot on rainy days. But first things first ...

Seven years earlier:
She has often come across me. On the way to the canteen, at the start of work, at the end of work. This woman seemed to be cold, the new head of department in our company. They whispered behind closed doors that it would be better not to get to know her, at least not on a business basis. It should go over dead bodies, giving a resignation easier than saying "good morning".
Still, she seemed to drive me crazy. Ms. Schneider embodied exactly what I imagined a top model to be: slim, barely 180 cm tall, endless legs, simply a dream of a woman. If she hadn't had her well-known professional merits, her business administration diploma, I would have accepted any bet that this woman had slept her way upstairs. In any case, she would have the potential for this.
Even today she came to meet me, in her beige costume, the matching nylons and high heels, the pinned up blonde hair almost drowned me. Just looking at it was enough to make it tight in my pants, very tight. As always, she snootily did not return my good morning greeting, as always I seemed to be air for her. I greedily inhaled the scent of the perfume cloud that envelops them, beguiling me, robbing me of my senses.
On some days she did without her BMW roadster, drove with me in the same bus, even stood next to me once or twice; on days like this, I just couldn't help myself, my eyes felt her body, I practically pulled them out with my gaze.
Even today - I knew that, her BMW wasn't parked in the management's parking lot, so the chance to drive with her in the same bus after work was not a bad one. It was finally 4 p.m. Another twenty minutes and the bus would be parked in front of the company premises, which drove all the way to the small villa suburb where she, Selina, lived. Twenty minutes of anxious waiting; Would she work overtime, tied to a desk and mountains of files, would a meeting require her to be present, or would the weather simply thwart my plans? It had been raining cats and dogs for a long time and she would certainly not have thought of something superfluous like taking an umbrella with you on this wonderful early summer day, which was still presented to us this morning.

I stood waiting under the small canopy at the entrance to the porter's house, crowded with almost a full busload of colleagues, all of whom, like me, were trying to escape this downpour in a completely unexpected way. Waiting, not just for the bus, no, especially waiting for you, whom I would have loved to give up my place in the dry.
I hardly dared to hope that the bus would come soon, Selina was still out of sight when the door to the boardroom slowly opened, and she stood there, like a goddess, wondering whether it was worth the expensive designer costume ruined by the rain or, better still, to wait for the end of the inferno.
Apparently she seemed to have chosen the former; All of a sudden Selina ran off, trying to catch the bus, to get dry; holding the handbag over her golden hair as insufficient protection.
Somewhere halfway up - I seemed to be following the situation in slow motion, she stumbled in her high heels, stumbled trying to escape the fall that would have ridiculed her in front of some of the staff; however, it was only an attempt. The fall was inevitable; the handbag fell from her hand, her high heels came off her legs as she fell lengthwise into what was probably the largest of the puddles of water on the floor.
Most of the people waiting had not seen it, the bus had long since arrived and was almost ready to leave again, it was more important to get to it yourself as dry as possible, to get one of the few coveted seats. Even I was probably the only one who had seen the drama in full length.
The bus, getting home on time, I didn't care at all at that moment, after all, I lived alone, no one would wait for me at home. Selina - Frau Schneider - still lay motionless in the pouring rain; I moved towards her as if in a trance, I almost felt my movements as if in slow motion, the distance between us hardly narrowed at all.
She was still there, I wish she hadn't injured herself in her sudden fall, but secretly hoped that she wouldn't get up now, now that I would be able to touch her body for the first time. Finally I knelt over her, put my jacket on her upper body to protect her from the rain, actually a grotesque one, her costume was already completely soaked anyway, only hung on her body like a rag.
Apparently she had been spared major injuries, so I reassuredly gathered up her shoes and handbag, slipped my hands under her body, picked them up and carried them back to the boardroom - to the dry one.
Grateful that at least one person had come to her aid, she - the mighty head of department - put her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. “I'll take you to your office first. There is no way you can socialize the way you look, ”I suggested. “Your costume is soaking wet and completely filthy from the fall. "Good idea," replied Ms. Schneider, regaining her composure. "Do you know the way?" Of course I knew the way to your office, which had already been nicknamed `Highway to Hell` by the workforce - I didn't have to take it yet for operational reasons, but I would leave everything where it is. if she - Selina - would call me privately. And now a heart's desire began to come true. Alone with her after work in her office,

The door to her office was unlocked, and I stepped in with my lovely load on my arms. For the first time, I walked into a management office and was completely fascinated. Sound-absorbing carpets, a large, respectful desk with one of those famous black executive chairs, several cupboards and filing cabinets. In one corner I saw a black, leather sofa on which I first put Frau Schneider to bed.

It looked terrible, now that for the first time I had a good look at it. Nothing was left of the model I so adored that robbed me of my mind, my senses, of my sleep. Her designer costume would probably not even be accepted by the old clothes collection in this condition, the noble nylons were littered with holes and linear stitches, the golden blonde hair hung confusedly in her face. Her make-up, mascara, and song shadows flowed down her cheeks in torrents.
Now the moment should actually come when she, albeit with my help, had returned to her usual sphere of influence, would regain the usual arrogance and narcissism, would chase me out of her office like a mangy dog ​​that you steal from a sausage had caught. In order not to do this to myself, I wanted to say goodbye as soon as possible; Just a smile or a `thank you` from someone I adore would have been reward enough for me. But what I heard from her mouth at that moment, I would not have expected in my wildest dreams. "Do you want to go already?" She asked. I don't want to be alone now, I have a pain in my legs from the fall, maybe something is broken. I would also like to say thank you for helping me. Almost every employee would probably have left me in the puddle down there. I know it would have been my fault, the way I introduced myself to the workforce at the company. But one expects members of the company management to keep a certain distance downwards. I think everyone would have done it like that ”. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman.
Frau Schneider - or should I say, Selina sat up and wanted to get up; "Now I need a little sip", but when she tried to put her feet on the floor, a painful `ow` came from her pink-painted lips. Apparently she had sustained more serious injuries. She sat back on the leather couch, her gestures suggesting severe pain. Apparently the fall wasn't so superficial after all, worse than generally assumed. "May I?" I asked her, sat down next to her, put her legs on my lap and began to feel her. "What are you doing there, what's that supposed to be?" She asked confused, seemingly completely surprised by my intervention. “I would like to feel your legs, see where exactly the pain is, identify a possible break.
Gently my hands slid along your legs, caressing the nylons or rather what is left of them. I felt in the realm of my dreams, finally to touch her, the woman for whose favor I would give everything, yes, to be asked by her. I felt her knees, her kneecaps, the places that are most likely to be affected in such a fall. Apparently no changes were found that could indicate a break. It could only be a fall pain, maybe a slight bruise, the effects of which would be visible for a few days, but can be easily concealed by wearing pants. My fingers slid further up, caressing the wonderful, firm thighs.
But there were also reactions from her, reactions that I would never have thought of this living block of ice. She lay back, resting her head on the pillows, a slight moan coming from her mouth. As if by chance her delicate hand touched mine, wandered onto my thigh. I had long since lost control of myself, felt her legs in places that could not have been affected by the fall, had long since reached the point under her skirt where the nylons ended and the bare skin began. Selina was wearing suspenders, I noted appreciatively. Suddenly I felt her hand on mine, realized that I had gone too far in my greed to touch her, awaited her scream, her anger at my insolence, was already expecting not to have a job tomorrow. Your reaction came but different than expected. "Do you actually know", Ms. Schneider asked me, "that since I joined the company you are the only one from whom I have experienced any kind of human impulse". Her hand was still resting on mine, holding it through the fabric of the skirt, but not moving it down or away from her leg by an inch. “For most of them, I'm just the unloved head of department who is best avoided. Do you think I didn't notice that you almost undressed me with your looks on the bus? Please take your hand away, it is in places where it really has nothing to do with. And get up ”. Now the time had come - now the anger would burst into me. But for this feeling To be closer to this woman than anyone else in the company, I would accept any trouble for this feeling. "Come on, get up," she urged me again. "Stand close to me". Her hand - I couldn't believe what I was allowed to experience all of a sudden, began to caress me, in very sensitive places. "I want to thank you," she smiled at me. "Without you, I might still be down there now." Selina's hand found my zipper, slowly pulled it down, and slipped into the slit in my pants that had just been exposed. “Besides,” she added in a smoky voice, “I was incredibly turned on when you petted my legs. I haven't felt so comfortable, so protected in a long time. Your grip under my skirt made me wet ”Her hand slipped into my panties, looked for what distinguishes man and woman from each other, embraced him, which jumped towards her almost as if pulled on a feather, while they mean with the other hand Unbelt belt, let slide down my pants. Now finally, freed from his prison, she let it slide through her slender fingers, played with him. She not only put it in her mouth, no, she literally devoured it, but not behaving as cheaply as a port whore, but like a woman of the world. Her lips enclosed him, exerting a slightly demanding pressure, not too much and not too little, the traces of her lipstick were visible on him. Her tongue play was unique, an easy play at the tip, light strokes with the tip of the tongue against the glans, it slid over the whole shaft, spat at him, licked him clean again. In between he disappeared into her oral cavity, which must have been lined with velvet before she started all over again. I pulled my clothes off my body, stood naked in front of her - her who spoiled me in this way.
Her gaze crossed mine, not asking how I liked it, she could read this from my immediate reaction, no, it was a different look, the predator's gaze at its victim before it began to take a fatal bite. I knew right now I was her prey, utterly addicted to her, her victim. “I want to return the favor that you helped me. I hope you like it that way. Don't you want to take off my wet clothes at last? ”Selina stood in front of me, began to hold my little co-worker in readiness with her slender and delicate fingers while I began to unbutton her blouse. The blouse fell, revealing something that had once been a sinfully expensive silk bra that was now just an indefinable mass of textile, which had long since lost its real purpose of lifting and shaping the breasts, at that moment he just pressed them to the body so that they did not fall out of him. Our bodies approached each other, for the first time I felt their low mountain ranges, even though still through the textile, how they clung to my body until I finally found the tick, opened it, and Selina finally let the superfluous part slide down between our bodies .
Our lips touched each other in a longing, lustful kiss, Selina's tongue penetrated my mouth, no, penetration was not the right word, I had long since surrendered to her, let her do what she thought was right. My hands slid over her back, looked for the zipper of the costume skirt, opened it, what had once been a designer skirt, now only an indefinite piece of textile slowly slipped down her slender legs.
With her legs spread expectantly, Selina lay down on the heavy desk, it began to boil in me, did this desirable woman really want to give me her holy of holies? I began to play lightly with my tongue on the piece of silk that was still separating me from her paradise, noticing the small spot between her legs, which was growing quickly, very quickly. My control was gone, I literally tore the panties off her body, buried my face between her legs, inhaled the bewitching scent that emanated from her shell. My tongue dipped deep into her lake, feasted on the taste of what I was just now perceiving only as a scent, let her labia slide through my lips, plowed through her furrow. Finally I had reached her already hard pearl of pleasure, played with her drove the head of department more and more into ecstasy. Her thighs trembled, clutching my neck while I, kneeling in front of the desk, took care of her pleasure. Her pearl swelled up, I noticed how Selina became more and more sensitive and irritable. We could be happy to be the last and only ones on the executive floor, nobody could hear Selina's cries of pleasure, even the cleaning crew must have long since finished work.
"Come with me", she asked me, pulled me over to the black leather armchair, sat down invitingly with spread legs. "Well, what is it?", She asked me, an invitation that she didn't have to give twice. I gently penetrated her paradise, took my head of department with gentle, tender thrusts, each of my movements was accompanied by a passionate groan. Her legs clutched me, pulled me close to her, her moaning became louder, more intense, increasing to a single, common scream of pleasure, before we came, I poured myself onto her trembling body.

"We are far from finished with each other," ordered Selina when we had regained our strength. "Go over to the bar, mix me a drink, make yourself something too".
It didn't take long for the desire to rise again in us, Selina's slender, manicured hand got me ready again, she smiled invitingly at me, pulled me over to the sofa with the leather suite, and sat on it. Her lips surrounded my hardening, her lipstick left its mark as she gently sucked on me. Her tongue played on me like a snake foraging for food. Yes, a snake, it was at that moment and I was its prey. Selina knelt on the low coffee table, raised her bottom, an invitation that I knew how to interpret. My finger slid through her buttocks, played tenderly on her irritable rosette, penetrated her. Selina trembled with pleasure when my finger went exploring in her back room, now she was ready for me. Slowly I pulled my finger out of her, penetrated her with my excitement, taking care to pamper her gently and lovingly; her whole body trembled with pleasure before she came in a loud furioso.
She turned on the table, opened her mouth, made sure that this time there was no trace of our passion.

In the years that followed, Selina often asked me to join her in the executive suite. It was a wild, unrestrained hustle and bustle, the rain kept knocking on the windows until the day we were blown up. Nothing happened to me, my colleagues hailed me as the stallion who laid the block of ice. Selina received the notice, but improved her career.
We did not lose sight of each other, every anniversary was celebrated with an orgy of passion. Candles, champagne and our lust. I'm waiting for her today too. And it should rain, it was said. Heavy rain and long. For the first time on our day in six years ...