It was eleven pm when I closed up the Go Auto automobile part store. I was the manager of the store. It had started raining about fifteen minutes before, and I had a six block walk to reach home. But I wasn't worried. I made this walk almost every night on a well-lit, fairly busy street. And I had my umbrella with me. Rain had been in the forecast.
About a half a block into the walk the steady rain turned into a torrent. It came down so hard I could barely see three feet in front of me. This was unusual for my town, but I was still not alarmed. I knew the way well. As long as I could see the sidewalk and the curb to my right I would be just fine. There was the danger of getting hit by cars as I crossed the street, but this was a weekday night. There was little traffic, and most cars had pulled over to the side of the road, hoping that this downpour would be short lived.
I was just two blocks from my house, at a corner, when a naked girl, from the sidewalk that met from the left, collapsed onto me. The rain was so hard I didn't see her coming. Suddenly, a mound of wet curvy flesh fell onto my side.
Remembering my corpsman training in the Navy, I checked her vitals. She was breathing, and her pulse was strong. But she was shivering violently and her skin was icy cold. She was also unconscious. A classic case of hypothermia, I thought. Since my home was only two blocks away, I picked her up and carried her to my house. I placed my umbrella on top of my head and let the handle drape over my shoulder.
Fortunately for me, this young woman was petite, and not very heavy. Unfortunately, she was wet, cold, and slippery. Holding onto her was like trying to carry an armload of fish. I ended up groping almost every part of her body, just to hold on. I apologized to her, even though I doubted she could hear me.
By the time I got to my house, the rain had diminished back to the steady rate it had been before. I had to set my burden down next to the door, to get my keys out of my pocket.
I picked her back up and carried her to my bathroom. I placed in the bathtub and turned on the warm water. I pushed the lever that plugged the drain and turned on the shower. That way as much of her body would get warmed as quick as possible.
It was at this point when I finally got a chance to get a good look at her. Like I had said, she was petite; about five foot one with black hair, cut short, barely covering her ears. She also had an incredible body - enormous breasts, wide hips, and a narrow waist. She also had no body hair on either her armpits or pubic area. She was definitely physically mature, but there was something about her that made me think she was only in her late teens.
After a couple minutes, the warm water revived her. She opened her eyes to show they were large and a vivid shade of green. "C-cold," she said, shivering.
"I know. You were caught in the rain. I found you, and brought you to my home."
She looked confused. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Greg Nash; and your name?"
That was an unusual name. "What's your last name?"
"Where do you live?"
She shook her head. "I don't know."
I ran the water until the tub was full. I let her stay in the tub for as long as she wanted.
She had stopped shivering and stood up. "I'm ready to get out."
I got her a plush bathsheet, and wrapped her up in it. I vigorously rubbed her, to make sure she was warm
"That feels nice," she purred.
"I-I should call the police."
"No! No police," she exclaimed, grasping my arm. "Just let me, get some rest, and I'll remember more in the morning.
I led her to the guestroom, which was across the hall from my room. "You can sleep here," I said.
She looked up at me with real gratitude. "You are so kind."
I didn't know what to say. "You are quite welcome," was all that came out.
She laid down on the twin bed, and in a matter of seconds was asleep, snoring softly.
I managed to get her into bed, and cover her with a sheet and blanket. She was still wrapped in that bathsheet.
It was almost 1 am when I got her tucked in. I was tired, so I went to my room, put on my pajamas and went to bed.
The next morning, I woke to the most incredible sensation. Trinket had unsnapped the fly on my pajamas and had impaled herself on my morning erection. She straddled my crotch and was sitting there, naked, with the biggest grin.
I know I should have pushed her off me, but the sensations she was causing were too incredible. She wasn't bouncing up and down. Instead she was gently rocking back and forth. Her vaginal muscles were contracting up and down my shaft in sequence. This created a sensation I have not felt since.
As she rocked on top of me, I got my first opportunity to admire Trinket's spectacular breasts. They were not just large, but also full and pert, with upturned pale pink nipples. They gently swayed in an almost hypnotic figure-eight pattern as she milked my shaft, not showing any signs of drooping.
All too soon, my balls pulled in and I felt like I was about to orgasm. At that moment Trinket started bouncing up and down, while keeping her vagina tightly gripped on my erection.
When I came, I cried out and pushed up my hips. My semen started dripping out of her vagina.
Trinket pulled herself off of my wilting member. "That was fun!" she said with a smile. She laid down next to me on my double bed, her erect nipples pushed against my chest.
"I-I have to go pee," I stammered, getting up out of bed.
As I urinated, I regained my equilibrium. It may be a surprise, but until a few minutes before, I had been a virgin. I was 26 years old and had been in the Navy for four years. You see, I am a devout Christian, and I believe that sex was a part of marriage. I was saving myself for my fiancée Evelyn, who I was to marry in about six months. She too was a virgin. We met at the church I went to, about a year before.
I knew that losing my virginity was not my fault. I don't know if you could call it rape, but it was close. I decided that I needed to clarify things with this strange girl. I went to my bedroom, where she was waiting.
When I entered, Trinket smiled and spread her legs; "Ready for another round, Greg?"
The way she did it was so innocent, yet sexy. I was, for a second, tempted to say yes. There was a presence or aura about her that made me get hard again.
"Not now," I said, sitting on the bedside.
She looked genuinely disappointed.
"We need to talk."
The black-haired girl looked confused; "About what?"
"Why did you do what you did this morning?"
Still confused, she thought for a minute. "Oh! You mean the sex! Well, I woke up horny, and thought about you lying in the next room, and how super nice you were to me last night. I got up, looked in here and saw you had a nice erection. I decided, why beat off, when you can fuck."
It was obvious that sex did not hold the same significance for Trinket that it did for me. To her it was just a way to have fun. That made the little talk I wanted to have even more of a challenge.
"I don't know if you know this, Trinket, but it generally is considered polite to get consent from your partner before you engage in sex."
She looked concerned. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry."
"No, it's just ... I have a fiancée, and we both agreed not to have sex with anybody else before we get married."
A light went on in this black-haired sexpot. "I see. You having sex with me broke your promise."
She sat up. Her breasts bounced fetchingly. "I understand. Next time we fuck, I'll get your permission first."
With the girl, I considered this progress. "Good. I'm glad to hear it."
I went to my dresser and pulled out some clothes to wear until I went to work at four. I took them into the bathroom to change.
Trinket followed me. It seems that ideas of personal boundaries and modesty were foreign to her. I tried to think of a way to tell her that I wanted to change in private, but gave up. I mean she'd already seen my penis, what did I have to hide?
My erection caused me some trouble when I put on my pants. This concerned Trinket greatly. "You should let me help you with that. If not sex, I could give you a blowjob or even a hand job."
"Thanks, but I'm okay. It'll go down."
"You could go jerk-off."
"I'm fine; really." I got my pants zipped.
"Let's go find you some clothes."
She nodded, not looking too thrilled.
I turned out that none of my pants would fit her. They were too long, and her hips were too wide. The best I could do was one of my dress shirts. It was plenty baggy, until it came to her breasts. The top three buttons would not fasten, displaying her generous cleavage. It just managed to cover her nipples, that almost punched holes in the thin fabric. It would have been plenty long, but those boobs pulled the shirt up so much that it barely covered her crotch. If anything, this outfit made her look even sexier, but at least it was more modest.
With that out of the way, I went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Usually, I am not one for making a fancy breakfast. I usually get a bowl of cereal and some juice, so that's what I got Trinket and me.
Not complaining, she sat down at the kitchen table and started eating. I joined her.
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