It's a Wet One

by Lorraine

Jeremiah heard the pop of the air bubble as the ice cube jumped in his glass. He felt the ache between his shoulder blades and wearily stretched his neck. Putting his cigarette up to his lips, he closed his eyes and thought about heading home. "Home" whatever the fuck that was now. He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up from the bar. He gave a wobbly wave to the bartender as he weaved his way out into the drizzle. He trudged up the street, rain pelting him from all sides as the wind picked up and drove more wet into his clothes. Jeremiah looked down and tried to button his overcoat, loosing his balance, almost falling off the sidewalk. As he was correcting himself he walked smack dab into a lamp post. Stunned, he fell back and down on one knee, as he struggled to get up he fell forward and smashed his forehead into the fire hydrant in front of the post.

Jasmir was looking out her second floor window watching the obviously drunken man lurching down the street. She winced and let out an "ouch" when she saw him walk into the lamp post. When he fell again she smacked her hand to her forehead and said "good grief" then "oh, no!" as she ran, bare feet thudding on her hardwood floor, swiftly jumped down the two flights of stairs and out the door. Skipping around the bigger puddles she hurried to pull the man's head out of the rushing water in the gutter. He was out cold. She checked his pulse and in a firefighter lift, hurled him up on her shoulders and slowly plodded back to her apartment door. The bundle of Vancouver Courier newspapers she had kicked into the doorway on her way out, still holding it open.

Jeremiah groaned as Jasmir stuggled under his weight towards the elevator, and pressed the button. An enormous puddle formed beneath them as the lift rose to her floor. She dumped Jeremiah onto the couch and flopped back into the armchair.

"You almost died out there, buddy" she gasped as she tried to regulate her breath.

Jeremiah gave no signs that he was going to come around as he lay sideways on the couch, arms akimbo and mouth agape, occasionally snorting and tossing his head. Jasmir was glad that she had opted for the red leather sofa now that she was watching it get saturated by this drenched drunk splayed across it. Shaking her head, she grimaced and pushed herself up from the chair. She stripped off her soggy jeans and t-shirt, tossing these along with her bra and panties into the wash closet next to the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder as she walked towards the bathroom, nope, still dripping but otherwise immobile.

Jeremiah's head felt like he had been hit between the eyes with a hammer. Raising his hand, he rubbed and ran his fingers back up over his forehead. He gingerly assessed the bump throbbing on his left temple.

"Ah, what hit me?" he winced.

Slowly, he worked his way up onto his elbows and looked around the small apartment. Noticing as he rose that he was all wet. Not tied up, so I guess I got here under my own steam. He sighed and speculated...how drunk am I? who's place is this? do I still want to be here?

"I need some aspirin" he groaned.

With extreme care he got up from the sofa and wandered around the apartment. He could hear water running, was that in his head or what? He figured the door at the end of the hall must be the bathroom and pushed it open. The water sound was louder in his ears as he squinted towards the medicine cabinet, snatching up a bottle that looked right, he shook out four pills and gulped them down, dry. Leaning back against the wall he saw a silhouette in the shower stall, he cocked his head and saw that it was a woman, a very nicely shaped woman, he thought as he put his hands up behind his head. Grinning, he watched her shadow soap up.

Jasmir shut off the water and stepping out of the shower, grabbed a towel. Swinging around she found herself gazing into the most gorgeous, sparkling pair of eyes she had ever seen. Oh, my, its the bum, she thought, who would have imagined that those were hiding inside of all that scruff? Jasmir blinked a couple of times and broke the silence between them by clearing her throat.

"So you've come around?" How are you feeling?" she asked as she quickly put on her silk robe.

Jeremiah gave a slow smile and said "Please forgive me, I am a little worse for drink and I don't know how I got here." "If we have been introduced, I'm afraid, I don't remember your name." "Mine is Jeremiah Ecks".

"Yes, I found you face down in the water that runs along the curb outside." You almost drowned. You're welcome, by the way." "My name is Jasmir Sinaur" she called back over her shoulder as she strolled towards the kitchen. Hitting the play button on the radio as she passed, "Lambada" by "Kaoma" sprang forth from the speakers - stopping her progress forward, as that was the exact song that she had just begun humming in her head. Jeremiah feeling perkier, had been enjoying the lovely vision of her swaying hips as she walked in front of him, almost bumped into her. She smiled up into his face. Taking this as an invitation, Jeremiah took her by the right hand and swung her into his hip, bending his knees, he began to dance with her. Swaying back and forth to the languid, sensual music of the bongos and sultry latin singing, he nuzzled into her neck. Her silk robe became saturated by his damp clothing as they moved.

Every curve of her became more visible throught the clinging fabric, as the dampness was transfered. Jeremiah closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. Jasmir was having trouble breathing. She was torn between wanting this and feeling slightly ill at ease. They rocked to the tantalizing beat. Jeremiah bent her back, her robe slipped open, revealing her breasts. He raised one eyebrow and looked steadily into her eyes. Did she want this? Not sensing any resistence, he gently kissed her neck as he pulled her closer and worked his way down to her right nipple. Lifting it up with his tongue and rolling it delightedly between his lips. She was moaning as he ran his tongue back and forth in a figure eight pattern between her double, delicious delights. Enjoying this sweetest of bodily senses, tasting the soapy flavour of her skin and inhaling the fragrance that rose from her warm, soft flesh. He was being hampered by his clammy clothes, but he wanted to continue enjoying this delectable lady.

Looking behind her as he again took her right nipple in his mouth, he saw the bedroom door. With a quick, last, delicate flick along her collar bone, he collected her up in his arms, pressing down on her lips, slurping her tongue, teasing the edges of her mouth and plunging down and in with a long, relaxed, forgotten abandon. Jeremiah crossed to the bedroom and moving through, he then knealt on the edge of the mattress and slowly eased their bodies onto the bed.

"The condoms are in the night stand," she smirked, as he rose up and quickly dispersed of his wet clothes. Ripping open the packet with his teeth, he grabbed the tip of the condom. Just then she said "allow me"...taking the condom in her mouth she leaned forward and rolled the latex tube over his hot, aching penis with her lips. Jeremiah was enthralled by this and as much as he would have liked to plunge into her recesses, he knew she probably wasn't quite ready yet.

Pushing her back onto the bed, lifting and separating her legs, he set to poking and lapping at her center. Parting, probbing, dashing in and out of her vagina with his tongue. Whipping her clitoris back and forth, up and down. He could feel the thumping of the little head as the blood rushed in to fill it. He pulled gently on it as it grew bigger, a hard, sensitive ball that he was setting into motion. The extra friction provided by his chin stubble adding another dimension to her pleasure. Jasmir's legs stretched wide, spreading, toes pointing, her tense sinewy body taught from his exertions. With a jerk, she came in undulating waves, her body jerking as a whoosh of phlegm-like fluid escaped her. "Mmmm", said Jeremiah, as he wiped the goo from his chin and grinned.

Running his eyes up along the gasping, heaving Jasmir, he sheepishly leered into her eyes as he raised his eyebrows at her. He pushed forward, up into her passageway. With a gasp and a quiver, she clung to him. Absorbing each other's bodies, clawing and gropping as they connected. Driving, jostling with elbows, licking, biting shoulders, bumping noses as they sought out lips and tongues. Their nibbled flesh, raw and on fire! Butts tucking, jolting, beating on the bed, they rolled, colliding with the bed post and launching themselves back again.

Sweaty, panting, a booming rush thundering in their ears. All the blood ran from their brains, pulsing a course to the determined points of friction below. They went at it full tilt, defying resistence and trying desperately, erratically, to let loose of all their wide-eyed yearnings. Emptying, draining, disgorging themselves. Loud, smucking sounds emitting from the graft that they had dove-tailed between them. Gulping for air, bathed in sweat, squeezing out every drop of energy to find satisfaction. Desire filling and consuming them. Wildly, they hung onto one another as Jeremiah felt the warmth of his fluids blow around his torrid tip in the condom, shuddering, he collapsed on Jasmir, closing his eyes and exhaling a long sigh.

Snuffling into her breasts, Jeremiah lifted his head and gave Jasmir a hug.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he gazed into her spectacular brown eyes.

"I'm thinking," she said (as she kissed him, repeatedly, on the lips) "how much I want you. The majority of men don't know how to please a woman. The average, contemporary male is a klutz. You, have definately studied the art of lovemaking. You aren't just concerned with your own satisfaction. You have real flair."

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. "Why, thank you! I do like to play with women's bodies. Such an adventure. The exploring is the best part." Jeremiah then chuckled and playfully stuck out his tongue.

Jasmir quickly kissed his wet protrusion, and holding his face between her hands, she kissed each of his eyes. Very tenderly she rubbed noses with him, then drew as close as she could to his face, fluttered her eyelashes, in little butterfly kisses, giving Jeremiah a strange, tickling feeling on his face. He laughed.

Kissing, Jeremiah put his finger into Jasmir's mouth, giving her a jolt from the unexpectedness of it. He then stuck his tongue in her ear, making her shudder with pleasure. Jeremiah thought this woman's spontaneous, genuine offers of affection were intoxicating. Her natural odors hitting him like a welcome summer breeze, as Jasmir tightly wound her fingers into the tendrils that fell at the nape of his neck. Jeremiah stroked the soft, gentle curve of her lips and traced the resultive smile with the tip of his tongue. In his rich, musical voice he said "You are stunning." Jasmir's eyes glinted with pleasure as she ran her hands slowly down his back and caressed his well-turned thighs. Her ardor growing.

Jeremiah closed his eyes, feeling the sensations of Jasmir's soft hands, his mind flashed back seven years, he saw the explosion that killed his wife. He shook his head to stave off the onslaught of guilt and grief that was trying to descend on him again. Molding Jasmir's breasts into his hands, he ran his tongue down her stomache, dipped into her belly button, sensuously gliding around her hips, turning her over. Wetting, then blowing on her skin, as he lanquidly went up and down her body. Flushed, Jasmir rolled herself back to face him. Sensing the change in his mood and catching the glisten of tears, teetering at the corner of his eyes, she sweetly smiled. Lifting his penis with the tip of her finger she put it into her mouth. Lightly flicking the top, she then gulped the length of him. Slurping, rolling, circling around, high and low in a massaging motion. Jeremiah moaned and threw his head back.

"Oh my god!" he grunted from deep in his throat. He felt the tensions of his thoughts leave his body as the shivers of delight ran through him. Jasmir reached under and holding his scrotum between her fingers, carefully juggled the balls inside. Becoming breathless, Jeremiah said "squeeze tighter" and "oh, I like that." A slow, moist, exquisite, turn-on.

The urge came on him strong and swift. He seized her up into his arms and reached over to the night stand to get another condom. Quickly guiding it onto his shaft, he then smoothly sheethed himself within the warm zone between her legs. His dexterity and fine physique probing in the welcoming surround. Slow, thrusting, pushing, maximum sensations. The friction and tension in their sexual organs, creating a torrid dance to a tranquil tempo, all their own. Jamir purred "yum, that's perfect, thats exactly the way I like it." Jeremiah started laughing and looking contentedly into her eyes he crooned "and I like it too!" Their arousal heightened, built and they lurched and came, clutching, rocking together.

Jeremiah had seldom felt this sort of mental calm. Funny, he didn't even feel the need for a cigarette. As he hunkered down into the duvet with Jasmir, he dove deeper under the cover and settled his head on her lower torso. Cocooning, letting the warmth of her body soothe his aches away.