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A Rainy Day's Embrace : Sex Stories | Captivating Erotic Stories - Intimate Content for Women
A Rainy Day's Embrace :

A Rainy Day's Embrace


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It has been three years since I started working as a sales representative at a food company. Every day is fulfilling, and time flies by. Although I have juniors now, there is still much to learn, and I often go around with my boss, Mr. Carter, to greet long-term clients.

"It was sunny when we came, wasn't it?"

"I didn't bring an umbrella because the chance of rain was 0% today."

The weather lady on the morning news had a cheerful smile, saying it would be a pleasant sunny day. The sky flashed with lightning, and large raindrops pounded the ground. A sudden downpour, a common occurrence in the office district. It won't stop for at least an hour.

"We were planning to return to the office, but we need to find shelter from the rain..."

"We can't stay here. Let's run, Emily."

"What?!"

We ended up soaking wet, and the rain got even heavier. We found ourselves in a room at a love hotel that we happened to see. I wiped my dripping hair with a towel from the shelf and opened my bag. After confirming that the contents were not wet, I took a deep breath. As I did, my heart started pounding at the sight of the large bed. Not knowing where to look, I lowered my gaze, and Mr. Carter said,

"Sorry for making you run. Are you okay?"

He wrapped me in a large bath towel. He gently touched my hand and smiled awkwardly. It was then that I realized I was trembling slightly. My wet shirt had sapped my body heat, and my hands were cold.

"Your hands are cold. Should I turn off the air conditioning if you're cold? The bathroom has glass walls. Even if you wrap yourself in the blanket..."

I pulled the sleeve of Mr. Carter's suit as he reached for the air conditioner remote. He turned around in surprise. I pulled his sleeve again.

"Mr. Carter, please warm me up..."

Seeing his eyes widen in surprise, I hurriedly tried to take back my words, but he opened his arms.

"It's okay, come here."

As I got closer, he hugged me tightly. Despite being just as wet, Mr. Carter was warm. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around his broad back. When I looked up slightly, our eyes met. His eyes narrowed, and he kissed me.

"Your lips are cold too."

"I'm still cold..."

I buried my face in his chest, my voice hoarse and pleading. No more words were needed. I silently looked up at Mr. Carter's face.

We peeled off each other's clinging shirts and tumbled onto the large bed. He silenced my light scream with another kiss. His hot tongue entered my slightly open mouth, tracing my teeth and entwining with my tongue in surprise.

"Mmm, ah, Mr. Carter."

"Can you call my name?"

"Hayden..."

He stroked my head as if combing my hair, praising me. His hand traced my outline, followed my neck, and ran down my spine. Just being stroked by his fingertips made my spine shiver. He unhooked my bra and took it off.

"Your chest is cold too."

"Hayden, your hands are hot..."

His hands were so hot they felt like they might burn me, and heat spread from where he touched. He traced my chest, kneading it as if to confirm its shape. He lightly scratched the red, swollen tips with his nails.

"Ah!"

When I let out a small cry, he scratched lightly again. He rubbed my nipples with his fingertips, rolling them in his mouth, making me moan sweetly. Occasionally, he sucked hard, and the other nipple was freely rolled by his fingers.

"Ah, no, don't suck like that, ah!"

"Hmm? You don't dislike it, do you? Or is it not enough?"

He stroked my thigh over my skirt, making my legs tremble slightly. Unable to answer, I mumbled, and he took my silence as consent, pulling off my skirt and stockings together. Even though he had only touched my chest, the honey that had started to spill began to wet my underwear. Just being stroked over the fabric made a wet sound.

"You're wet. This isn't from the rain, is it?"

His fingers slipped in from the side of my crotch, directly stroking my slit, making a high-pitched wet sound.

"Ah, ah! Hayden, not there!"

He stroked my clitoris, which had started to peek out from its hood, making me instinctively close my legs. Ignoring my voice trying to stop him, he easily removed my underwear. Even though I closed my legs tightly, he placed his hands behind my knees and spread them wide. My hidden parts were exposed, and I tried to close my legs to hide them, but Hayden held my knees, not allowing it.

"You're quite needy, even though I've only touched you a little."

"Don't say that, ah!"

He nibbled on my clitoris with his lips, turning my words into moans before they could fully form. His tongue rolled my sensitive clitoris, making honey drip endlessly. My hips trembled with pleasure, and only high-pitched moans that didn't sound like my own voice came out of my mouth.

He licked up the overflowing honey, rubbing the shallow part of my entrance with his fingertips.

"Ah, there, it feels good!"

His fingers, which had been going back and forth in the shallow part of my entrance, suddenly plunged deep. His fingers, bent sharply, rubbed a certain spot.

"Ah, there, it feels good! Don't do it so much!"

"Your face is all flushed. You're much more honest than before, so cute, Emily."

He whispered my name in my ear. As he traced the shape of my ear, an indescribable pleasure made my spine shiver.

"Your ears are sensitive. Maybe it's because you have good ears, Emily."

He whispered my name in my ear as if amused, wiping away the tears of pleasure that spilled out. At the same time, a second finger entered me. He rubbed the spot he had just touched even more intensely, making a loud wet sound. With the help of the endlessly flowing honey, a third finger was inserted. Each finger rubbed places I didn't know felt good, and the sensation of climax began to rise.

"Ah, no! I'm going to come!"

"Not yet. You're a strong-willed girl, Emily. You can hold it."

"No, ah!"

He suddenly pulled out his fingers, and I took a deep breath to swallow the rising pleasure. He licked the honey that had become sticky and stringy between his fingers in front of me, and I gulped. I heard the sound of a belt. When I looked at Hayden, he lightly kissed my cheek. His erect member, covered with a condom, was placed at my entrance, slowly pushing inside.

"Ah, ah, ah."

I felt the heat inside me and unconsciously stroked my lower abdomen. Hayden took my hand and intertwined our fingers, pinning them to the sheets.

"I'm going to move."

I nodded, and he started moving slowly.

He rubbed the spot he had touched with his fingers earlier, and hearing my moans, his movements became more intense. My insides greedily twisted, inviting Hayden's member deeper and deeper. He hit my deepest part, and the intense pleasure made the tears that had pooled in my eyes burst out.

"Ah, ah, there!"

"Is this your first time being stimulated here? You tighten every time I thrust."

Every thrust sent unbelievable pleasure through me. The heat that had been smoldering inside me flared up all at once.

"Ah, no, I'm going to come!"

"You've held on well. I'm about to come too! Come, Emily."

As soon as he called my name in a hoarse voice, the heat exploded, and white sparks burst behind my eyelids. My back arched, and I let out a higher-pitched voice than usual. I felt the throbbing of his member, which had grown larger inside me, as he wiped away my tears.

"What time is it now...?"

"Hmm, just past 5:30?"

Dozing off on Hayden's arm, I woke up at his words. I thought it was still around 4. I have to go back to the office! My legs didn't feel like they had any strength, but I had to return to the office!

"Emily, you're quite the workaholic, aren't you? I contacted the office while you were out for about five minutes, saying we'd go straight home. The rain has stopped, but our suits and shirts are still wet. The bathroom has a drying function, so I hung them up while I went to get my phone."

Looking closely, I saw our suits hanging in the bathroom. With the bathroom dryer, they should be mostly dry in about 30 minutes. My body, which had been cold, was now quite warm, but I still didn't want to leave.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep a little?"

"I'm a bit sleepy..."

"You look so innocent when you're sleepy, like a child. Cute."

I looked up at Hayden, rubbing my sleepy eyes. With such a loving look, I might misunderstand and think I'm loved. Even though I was the one who initiated it, we had crossed a line.

"Don't call me cute. I'll get the wrong idea!"

"Why? I only call someone by their name and say they're cute if I like them."

"What?"

"Hmm?"

I blinked rapidly. I replayed his words in my mind, trying to understand their meaning. Although he didn't say it clearly, I could only come to one conclusion.

"Emily, what do you think of me? Do you think I'm the kind of guy who would make a move on a subordinate just because she invited me? I've been looking out for you since you were a newbie, teaching you everything. It's cruel. I feel betrayed."

"No, it's not like that... I thought you might have been thinking about not embarrassing a girl who made the first move..."

He laughed softly at my flustered excuse. Realizing I was being teased, I pouted, and he laughed lightly, saying sorry.

"So, is it just my one-sided love?"

"I like you too."

Hayden smiled as if he had heard a blessing.

Fin.



Specializes in intimate, evocative storytelling. Finds joy in nature walks and stargazing. Lives in a minimalist countryside retreat, where simplicity fuels creativity.

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