Dick Martin - Virginia_s wet lips

"Yeah, I'm starved, too." He opened the saddle bag and produced well-stuffed sandwiches and two containers of coleslaw and macaroni salad, then a small bottle of wine.

While they ate, Virginia learned that Chad was a copywriter at PLK Advertising and yes, he had been an athlete in college. With a little coaxing she got him to admit that he was a three-letter man. She liked that about him; he was not a bragger.

Just as they were finishing the wine, Virginia 4:05 AMshivered.

"Cold?" Chad asked.

"A little," she admitted. Clouds had crept over the sky while they'd eaten, and the overcast was genuinely threatening. She looked up and got a raindrop right between the eyes for her curiosity.

"Uh-oh… A"No kidding," Chad said. He quickly gathered up their waste and chucked it into the litter can, then took the reuseables and stuffed them back into his saddle bag.

"Me thinks we'd better start pedaling, Virginia," he said as a few more drops splashed down onto the rock that had been their table. The two remounted their bikes and Chad led the way around the southern turn of the bikeway, past the zoo and quickly west towards their starting point.

By the time they'd reached the entrance of the park, the heavens were starting to drip like wet laundry.

"Come on!" he shouted. Bewildered, she followed his lead back up the west side path. She managed to draw even with him just before they turned towards Seventy Second Street and the exit there.

"Hey, what about the bikes?" Virginia asked,slightly breathless. Her tits were heaving within the jacket top, straining the snaps."Hey, we-we have to return the bikes."

"Huh? Oh, no we don't. They aren't rented. They're mine."

"Oh. Where are we going?"

"Nearest dry place," he said."Mine."

They headed uptown along the park of Seventy-Third, then crossed Central Park West and headed towards the Hudson River. Chad pulled up in front of a brownstone on the corner of Riverside Drive.

"Hurry up," he said."It's going to cut loose my second!"

They were just slipping the bikes into the hallway of the four-story brownstone when thunder rolled outside and the rain poured down onto the sidewalks.

"We just made it," Virginia said."Look at it coming down out there, for crying out loud!"

"I don't know," Chad said."We're already pretty wet."It was true. They'd managed to get pretty well soaked despite their rush.

She followed him up the stairs to the top floor. By the time they reached his door, Virginia was panting from the exertion of the stair-climb so soon after the fast pedaling through the park.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, pushing the door wide in front of her.

Humble, my ass, she thought. She was impressed. Chad had the entire top floor of the brownstone, and that included a huge skylight upon which the heavens were dumping their rainy load. The floors underfoot were a beautiful oak parquet, and a pair of matched tuxedo sofas faced one another over a low glass coffee table. One whole wall was bookshelves and the opposite wall was mostly two great sliding doors opening onto a terrace that looked out on a backyard. The rain was whipping against the glass doors. There was a huge fireplace at one end of the room and a love seat before it.

The place was a delight to Virginia's eyes. She turned towards Chad and stopped.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Listen." She moved her foot and they heard the unmistakable squelch of wet feet within wet shoes.

"Cripes, we really did get soaked." She shivered again."You better get out of those wet clothes," Chad said matter of factly.

"Come here."She followed him through a door into a big bedroom. There was another stone fireplace at one side of it. In the center of the room, on a raised platform, was the biggest waterbed Virginia had ever seen in her life.

Jesus, this guy's really got money, she thought. Chad opened a sliding door and pulled out a long, black, silk kimono.

"Here you go," he said, casually tossing it to her.

"You can change in there."She followed his pointing finger and found herself in a large bathroom, large being an understatement. Everything was pale-blue tiling. She stripped off her wet clothes, peeling them away from her soaked flesh like the skin from a banana, and then succumbed to the impulse to look inside the sliding frosted glass doors of the shower.

She found herself looking into a four-foot deep custom double-width tub.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the back of the bathroom door which was one, big mirror and saw her reddened flesh where the wet clothes had been tight on her. Her tits were swollen and her nipples looked like they were about to pop from pressure. And she was chilled.

She thought for a second then leaned out of the bathroom door.

"Chad?"

"Ummm?" His voice was distant, from the living room.

"Would you mind terribly if I took a quick, hot shower?"

"No, of course not," he said, his voice getting louder as he came closer.

"I insist."

"Thanks," she said, smiling prettily."I need it. I'm chilled to the bones."

"Go ahead," he said, coming right to the edge of the bathroom threshold.

"In fact, I think I'll join you… for a drink afterwards."

She dimpled at him again, then stepped back into the bathroom. She quickly figured out the controls and within seconds was standing beneath harsh, fine needle sprays of hot water.

And then she heard something. She turned, looked through the frosted glass and made out the unmistakable tones of flesh on the other side. Lots of flesh. A big man's flesh. Chad's flesh. The tempered glass door slid back along its track. Left with few if any alternatives, Virginia simply stood back out of the way as Chad stepped into the bathtub with her.

"Hey, I'd have thought you'd be using thewhirlpool," he said.

"Huh?"

He grinned and reached over her head, twisting a knob. The shower spray stopped and water began shooting out of a half-dozen little holes in the sides of the tub, holes she hadn't noticed before. Chad stoppered the drain and the tub quickly began to fill. He turned back to her, towering over her in the confines of the bath.

"Come on, sit down and enjoy it," he said.

"This'll keep you getting any sore muscles after all that pedaling."

All Virginia could do was nod. She was rather dumbstruck by two things.

One was the nonchalant way Chad treated their nakedness together. Even her father had never been so casual about seeing his daughter naked not, at least, since she was thirteen or so. The other was Chad's cock and balls.

They were proportionate to his frame. Huge.

She hadn't realized it, at first, because they were so well-proportioned to his body. But as he sat down in the rising froth of bubbly water and she took a seat beside him, she got a perspective. Her eyes flickered over to his limp cock and she guessed that it was a full eight inches long, perhapsan inch and a half in diameter and that was soft! But she was disturbed. Why wasn't he turning onto her? Didn't he think she was attractive? Didn't he find her body sexy?Didn't he like women?She was certainly turning on to him.

As the water level rose, matters were made a bit more difficult for Virginia. She had to shift herself, sit up more erectly in the tub as the water rose to her nipples. And in moving, she found that her cunt was brought, directly into line with one of the water jets. The stream wasn't powerful, being muffled as it was by the mass of water already between the nozzle and her crotch, but that only made the swirling, warm touch more feathery and arousing. She felt that familiar throbbing ache begin in her cunt, and her nipples were starting to swell with hot, lusty blood. She shifted her weight, trying to evade the flow of the water.