Louise's Adventures
The rain with wind had been pouring non-stop all day and showed no sign of letting up for even a minute. As luck would have it, Louise had forgotten her umbrella at home that day and had to run to her car in high heels to avoid getting completely soaked. Slamming the door shut, she caught her breath and began rummaging through her purse for her keys. Her wet raincoat restricted her movements, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. Finally, after fishing the keys out from the bottom of her purse, Louise started the car and slowly began to pull out of the parking space.
The rain lashed the car as if from a hose; it seemed her little Nissan couldn't overcome the natural elements and might, as if in protest, come to a dead stop at any moment.
Louise drove slowly along the relatively clear road, barely making out objects and the lights of other cars. Meanwhile, the rain intensified, and the car seemed to retreat before the elements again. After driving a few more kilometers, Louise noticed the neon sign of a small café, especially appealing on such a stormy day. As if by providence, she turned into the café's parking lot and for a moment stared at the windows of the small building.Louise took off her raincoat and sat at the nearest table. A helpful waitress with a standard smile immediately approached, placed a menu on the table, and asked if she'd like something to drink. Louise ordered coffee and picked up the menu. The waitress left, and the pleasant atmosphere made her feel sleepy. Louise flipped through the menu and set it aside. Gazing out the window at the rain, which had turned into a true downpour with thunder, she felt someone's gaze and noticed the same young man glancing at her again. However, now his gaze was more insistent.
He appeared younger than her, a dark-haired brunette with pleasant masculine features. When the brunette saw that Louise had noticed him, he slowly turned his chair toward her, drawing attention to himself. Louise felt a bit uncomfortable under the young man's intrusive behavior and tried to distract herself. But she kept feeling drawn to look in his direction. His friends were chatting animatedly and didn't seem to pay attention to either him or Louise. Then she picked up her purse and stood up to go to the ladies' room. The stranger followed her with his eyes.
Louise stood in front of the mirror and began combing her damp hair; then, taking out her lipstick and applying it, she noticed the door handle lower, and that same dark-haired brunette entered the room. His face was calm, not malicious. Taking a step closer to Louise, he placed his hands on her shoulders, but she, stunned by what was happening, couldn't do anything, only staring at him with her big blue eyes. She could smell whiskey and strong cigarettes on him, mixed with an unknown but pleasant men's cologne.
The brunette ran his hand through her hair, holding her firmly with his other hand. She didn't resist. Then he slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Louise leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and decided to completely surrender to his power. A thought flashed through her mind that this guy probably fucks excellently, and she let him do whatever he wanted with her body.
Meanwhile, the brunette took off his leather jacket, revealing strong muscles in his arms and shoulders. He lifted Louise's skirt and, pulling down her tights, began unbuttoning his pants. Louise, already losing her mind, watched him without looking away. A moment later, the brunette took out his cock, and upon seeing it, Louise let out a loud gasp. Huge, tense, pulsating, as if carved from stone, his cock was aimed like an arrow in her direction.
Louise felt a hot liquid run down her legs, and her pulled-down tights were already wet on top. Slowly sinking to her knees, she fiercely grabbed his cock with her mouth and began rapidly swallowing it, like a hungry lioness. She felt that beautiful, pulsating shaft penetrating deep into her throat, and with each movement, she took it even deeper.
The brunette, maintaining his composure, was already beginning to lose control. He lifted the moaning Louise and, pushing her into a stall, bent her over and began stroking her burning pussy with his hand. Louise moaned even louder, choking, and a spasm ran through her body. The brunette was already running the head of his cock along her slippery, burning pussy, then suddenly thrust it in to its full length. Louise let out a piercing scream, not from pain, but from an indescribable, supremely pleasurable sensation.
Moving quickly, pulling out all the way and thrusting back in, the brunette fucked Louise's pussy with firm, relentless movements. Her spasms intensified; suddenly, her whole body tightened, and with her face contorted in a convulsive fit, Louise came. Then again and again. The brunette didn't stop for a second. Completely losing her sense of reality, Louise kept coming, wildly screaming at the top of her lungs.
When her strength completely left her, the brunette turned her around, and Louise, falling to her knees, sat weakly, leaning on her hands.
The brunette aimed his cock at her face and began masturbating. A minute later, he shuddered, threw his head back, and a powerful, hot stream hit Louise in the face, then again and again, until it subsided. The brunette breathed loudly and heavily, swaying on his feet. Louise's entire face was covered in semen, which dripped down her neck onto her chest, and she struggled to open her eyes. The brunette, still groaning softly, slowly stepped aside and, leaning his hands on the sink, caught his breath. Then he got dressed and left the room.
Louise was left alone, gradually coming to her senses. She stood up and went to the sink, began washing her face. Making herself as presentable as possible, she left the room. It turned out the rain had long since stopped, and the café was already empty. The brunette had disappeared too. Walking to her table, Louise took a sip of her now-cold coffee, left a tip, and, taking her raincoat, walked out onto the street with a smile.