Wet

Jack’s stomach was knotted with anxiety as he walked in the realtor’s office with his wife, Charlene.

“I can see that you’re nervous,” Charlene said. “There’s no need to worry. That’s why we saved so long for the down payment. Our mortgage will end up costing us less than we’ve been paying for rent.”

Good, she doesn’t suspect a thing, Jack thought. She just thinks I’m nervous about buying a house. Just then, the office door opened and the realtor backed out and closed it with a portfolio under her arm. When she turned around, Jack turned pale and almost dropped his cell phone. It was her! Was this some sort of elaborate ruse? Did Charlene find out what had happened and set up a confrontation?

Cold sweat dripped down his back and it reminded him of the cold rain that had interrupted his jog the day before. He had barely had time to duck under the overhanging roof of the porch behind the surf shop before the sky let loose a deluge. He had peeled off his shirt to squeeze out a mixture of rain and sweat.

Just then, someone else had stepped out of the rain to seek refuge. Another runner, judging by her shoes and shorts. Her white T-shirt was plastered transparent against her supple body. Her eyes had scanned his body appraisingly and she made no effort to conceal her own. Jack didn’t know if it had been the impenetrable curtain of rain with it’s scent of ozone, the bluish light of dusk or the fact that his body was aglow with the rigor of exercise, but the sight of raindrops dripping from the woman’s upper lip had a profound and visceral effect upon him.

They fell into each other’s arms and the passionate kiss tasted like rain and sweat and desire. He pressed her against the wall at the back of the porch and she could feel his member stiffen through the diaphanous fabric of their shorts. She turned around, arching her back and thrusting her buttocks towards him, then lifted her right foot so that it rested atop a bench that sat beside them. She reached down and pulled the crotch of her running shorts, and the panties underneath, to the side to reveal her swollen vulva. Jack slipped the elastic band of his shorts and undershorts down a few inches and slipped his member inside of her while gripping her rock hard nipples through the soaked fabric of her T-shirt.

That was the day before, but now she stood before him and his wife wearing a business suit and an inscrutable expression.

“This is California real estate,” she said, “so I hope you’re both willing to go the distance and see the process through til the end. I’m very excited. The first house I’m going to show you has a saltwater pool. I hope you like getting wet.”