Jake awoke to the sound of thunder, and found himself sitting straight up in his bed. He was covered with a fine sweat, that he could only partially attribute to the sultry August heat. Knowing automatically that something wasnt quite as it should be, he grabbed his gun from the night stand. Even though he was naked, he began to cautiously search his house only then did he hear the doorbell ring. He stopped, a little surprised at his paranoia. In any case, he should answer the door, and he couldnt, or shouldnt, do that naked.

He stopped in the bedroom, and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, just as the doorbell rang again. He went to answer it, gun still in hand. As he got to the door, what he found wasnt at all what he expected. Opening the door, he saw Sandra, his supervisor from the station. The fact that she was a gorgeous brunette with a fantastic body, who was standing soaking wet at his door in the middle of night, did little for his shock. He shoved the gun into the back of his pants, and yanked open the door. - - - Sandra had thought about this for a long time, almost as long as she had known Jake. A part of her, the same part that lit the fire in her loins, had wanted him since the first time shed run her eyes over the uniform that covered his muscular body.

She had noticed a longing look in his eyes, but tonight she was going to make certain one way or the other.

To do it she was laying all her cards on the table, exposing everything in more ways than one. Her original idea had simply to ring his doorbell wearing only some skimpy lingerie and matching heels.

For months she had thought about how the night would progress, how he would accept her willingly, how the passion that would ignite between them would burn brightly, and how the love making that followed would cool the physical heat while sparking the flame of love. Shed imagined this evening a thousand times, feeling Jakes kiss and caress his hands on her body and face the feeling when their bodies met.

She imagined it differently each time, at times becoming so aroused she would masturbate, some times for hours, becoming lost in her fantasy.

Yet, so far it had only been a fantasy. Her insecurity had kept her from even making any move towards a relationship with Jake.

Tonight that had changed. Jake, knowing that he was violating his professionalism, had suggested they have a drink together. How badly she had wanted to accept.

Shed thought her entire body was blushing instantly the sensation between her legs had told her that she was correct. But she worked longer than Jake. While she could see the disappointment on his face, she thought things would work out perfectly. After all, the best fantasies needed fulfilling, and tonight, it seemed, would be her night.

She had gone home after work to get cleaned up and dressed, and in the shower she got so aroused, washing her breasts, she began to play with herself. Not wanting anything but Jake in her, she only rubbed her personal place. Still, when she started playing with a nipple as well, she got so aroused that she had a shattering climax.

After toweling off , she picked out her outfit. Shed wear a raincoat, and so decided to be more daring with her outfit. She selected a leather bra that framed her breasts and kept them perky, but didnt cover them at all. Smiling, she added to it a leather garter belt, dark nylons, and black leather pumps. Just for the effect, she added a pair of black, silk, crotchless panties. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldnt help running a finger through her wet slit.

She sighed with pleasure, and decided to hurry to Jakes.

This was the third time shed rang the doorbell, and the raincoat was truly only for show now, the thunderstorm sending beadlets of water running sensuously down her body, over her breasts and navel, running teasingly through her pubic hair and down her inner thigh. As she was about to knock on the door, it flew open. There stood Jake, a look of amazement on his face, in nothing more than a sumptuous pair of tight jeans. - - - Even drenched, she was on of the most beautiful women Jake had ever seen.

He hoped she didnt notice the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

Then again, maybe he did.

The thought of Sandra handling his erection aroused him that much more. Are you going to invite me in?, she asked in an innocent voice. He clumsily stood aside, not wanting her to know that hed gone to the door armed.

I thought Id come over for that drink, she said with a smile that he thought hid something. And a towel, she laughed, her eyes sparkling at him. They were a beautiful doe brown, and when they sparkled they touched his heart.

He was glad hed asked her to join him for a drink. Hed shown her to the bathroom and was in the kitchen mixing their drinks before it really hit him.

The sparkle in her eye was the same one hed seen when he asked her to have a drink, even though shed said no. Shed had this in mind all along.

He smiled.

He set the drinks on the table, opening the sliding door to feel the storm as well as watch it. His evening might end like the storm, he thought: passionate, hot, and wet. He heard Sandra pick up the glasses. She handed one to him as she pushed open the screendoor.

Lets sit on the porch for a while, she said as she brushed passed him.

She might have been wearing a raincoat, but he could still picture and admire her soft place underneath it. The coat also only came half-way down her succulent thighs. Just thirty years old, Sandra stayed in good shape, and he could see the muscles in her thighs and calves as she walked in front of him. If he wasnt hard before, he certainly was now. - - - Knowing what she was about to do, Sandras juices were absolutely flowing. She stood near the end of the porch, hoping that the mist that hit her might cool the fire within her, so she might go home without having to step across the line between them: the line of supervisor and employee.

It didnt. She turned to look at him, and noticed his eyes came up from her legs. She admired his physique, well-muscled but not overly so, and tan. She took several big gulps of her drink, and looked him in the eyes. He was smiling. She set her drink down, and turned completely away to untie her raincoat. She said, Theres something I want to tell you.

Her voice was so thick with lust she could barely recognize it.

Whats that?, she heard through the thunder. She felt his breath on the back of her neck just before she felt his tongue, then his lips, kissing her.

It hit her in all the right spots.

Thank God, she thought, Im not alone. She stepped away, turning, dropping the coat, showing herself to him, wet crotch and all. The look of rapture on his face told her that he more than liked what he saw.

I want you, the words finally came to her lips. I have for a while. I dont mean just in bed, but if thats all I can get from you, Ill take it. She sighed. She had now exposed not only her body, but her heart, and she was his to do as he pleased. His expression had changed to one of immense caring, as he slowly approached her. She prepared for the worst. Instead, she received a surprise of her own. He reached out to caress her cheek, pulling them gently together in a soft kiss.

She felt his hand take hers.

When he moved her hand to the bulge in his pants she was slightly shock in spite of everything, and almost broke their kiss.

He must have felt her hesitation, because he pulled back. Im sorry, he stammered, I thought...

its just that...

this isnt necessarily what I want, but I do want you... She shut him up with a kiss, placing her hand firmly on the crotch of his pants. She pushed her breasts, with their erect nipples, against his firm chest, and slid his hand inside her jeans. She felt him tense up again, but as she took his firm member in his hand, they both began to truly relax. Still holding her head in his hand as they kissed, his other hand slid from her back to her chest where he toyed with her nipple. As their tongues danced, she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding her hand up and down the full length of his erection. His hand caressed her stomach and began to explore her groin, and she sighed into his mouth as his fingers parted her. As he slid a finger inside her wet canal, she broke the kiss to moan out loud. He kissed her chin, kissed his way back to her neck and down her shoulder.

She began to squirm to the movements of the hand on her love. Their movements had become that of a duet, and their instruments were their bodies.

They were playing beautiful music. They were having sex using their hands, but it was the passion that was truly arousing.

The rain splashed against her, warmer now than before. It gave her an idea.

She withdrew her hands to push his pnat