A Perfect Rain To Fulfill His Fantasy

Rains are men’s best friend. They can turn an ordinary event into a romantic one and a romantic one into an erotic one. They are such powerful.
Philip just came out of subway station and started walking towards his home. He was dejected by the happenings at the office today. His boss said, “You are such a dumb you wrote all the buggy code.” Philip had never expected his first 6 months after college would be so horrible. The days ahead looked so gloomy.
And it was then the rain came. And along with it came a woman’s sweet voice. “Excuse me! Can I share your umbrella?”
Philip startled and came to his senses. He had not realized when the rain started and when he opened his umbrella as if he was on an auto mode.
He looked at the woman, who was already half-drenched. She must be around 35. She was wearing formals — white shirt and knee-length black skirt. For a moment Philip’s eyes stuck at her big boobs, must be 36D or may be 37D — his experience was not enough to measure the boobs with eyes. She had wide hips too.
Looking at her, Philip had a stir in his manliness. It was Philip’s fantasy to have sex with a woman much older than him. And here was the woman who could fulfil his fantasy. With this thought, more blood rushed down.
“Can I?” the woman asked, looking at him in puzzle.
“Ohh…yeah…come in,” Philip mumbled.
She came under the umbrella. “Thank you. I am Monica. You are…”
“I am Philip.” They both shook hands. Her hands were so soft!
They started walking. Her hips started touching his as they have to squeeze into the little space under the umbrella.
“Don’t know how I forgot the umbrella today. Sorry I am troubling you,” Monica said apologetically.
Philip gave a weak smile in response.
“You look sad! Is everything okay?” she asked.
He was surprised that she could read his face so easily. “Had a bad day at work. My boss called me stupid.”
“Hahaha…that’s normal. My boss too calls me stupid every day. If he doesn’t do, how could he prove that he was superior to me.”
What a relaxing feeling it was to hear her words. She simply weeded his sadness out. “Thank you, Monica. But how could you read my face so accurately?”
“I’m more experienced than you, my dear,” she said. “In everything.”
Her last words seemed mischievous to Philip. “Yeah…in everything. Could you teach me some of your experience please?”
She exploded into laugh. “You are not so dumb as your manager thinks.”
The banter continued till they reached Philip’s place.
“I never realized we walked so far. My home is another 5 minutes’ walk from here.”
“It’s still raining. Why don’t you come inside and have some coffee? You can go once the rain stops,” Philip proposed. He was afraid she might deny and ask for lending his umbrella instead.
She thought a moment and said, “Okay. If you promise me you will make good coffee.”
Philip jumped inwardly with mad happiness, leading her into his small house. It was then he saw her ass. She had a massive pair, perfect for a doggy style. He could even see her panty line and started imagining her ass without the skirt.
“Don’t look at my ass so long. All men ogle at it,” Monica said.
Philip felt embarrassed, but looking at her mischievous smile, he emboldened himself. “So if I don’t ogle, I may not be a man.”
She looked at him appreciatively. “Go get my coffee fast. If the rain stops I have to skip it,” she said.
Philip did not obey her order. Instead he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. She lost balance and fell on his chest. He whispered into his ear, “You promised me you will teach me some of your experience.”
His breath sent a tingling sensation into her ear. “But this is not the way to ask,” said defiantly.
“It’s my way. I have a fantasy to fuck a woman like you and show what real men can do.”
“You look different from what you were when we met,” she complained.
“Yes, I am different now. I want to live my fantasy and share some good times with you,” he paused for a moment studying her face. “I am going into the kitchen to make coffee for you. You stay here if you are going be my girl. The front door is open for you.”
Philip freed her and walked into the kitchen. He started making coffee but his heart was racing. He had no idea how he could act so boldly with Monica. He was always gentle with women. But now, he was challenging her to stay with him for sex. He was boldly playing his fantasy. He felt that, deep inside her, Monica too had a fantasy to have a fling with a much younger boy. He could fulfill her fantasy.
But what if he was wrong? He would lose an opportunity by behaving rough with her.
With contradictory thoughts running in his mind, he poured coffee into two cups, then walked into the living room.
He lifted her skirt up and up, caressing her smooth buttocks over the panties. Slowly his hands moved inside the panties and cupped those globes. “What a piece of ass!” Philip said. Monica moaned.
He pulled the skirt and panties down together with one elegant movement. The view offered was exotic with her massive thighs and neatly shaved love nest. He put his palm on her triangle and rubbed it. Then the hand moved up and grabbed her boobs over the bra.
Swiftly he displaced the bra cups and started sucking her boobs violently. He struggled to hold the big boobs in hands. “Never saw such big boobs,” Philip mumbled with mouthful of boob.
He threw her on the bed and lifted her legs up. What an exotic view — her neatly shaved pussy and tight asshole! He roughly inserted two fingers into her pussy. Monica gasped. Next came the turn of his big cock. He rammed it into her mercilessly.
“You are a spoiled brat,” she gasped.
“Yes, I am.” He started banging her. Every time he thrust into her, sound reverberated in the room.
Philip fucked Monica twice that evening, fulfilling his fantasy to the core.
