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 wasn't 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 couldn't, or shouldn't, 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 saw through the peep-hole wasn't at all what he expected. In front of his door, he could see 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.
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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 she'd 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 been to ring his doorbell wearing only some revealing 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, how the love making that followed would cool the physical heat while sparking the flame of love. She'd imagined this evening a thousand times, feeling Jake's 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. She'd thought her entire body was blushing instantly; the sensation between her legs telling her that she was correct. But she worked later than Jake, so she had to decline. 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 went home after work to get cleaned up and "dressed". In the shower, she became so aroused washing her breasts that she began to play with herself. Not wanting anything but Jake in her, she only let herself rub her clitoris. 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. She'd wear a raincoat because of the weather, so she decided to be more daring with her outfit. She selected a leather bra that framed her breasts and kept them perky, but didn't 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 couldn't help running a finger through her wet slit. She sighed with pleasure, deciding to hurry to Jake's.
It was the third time she'd rung the doorbell. 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.
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Even drenched, she was one of the most beautiful women Jake had ever seen. He hoped she didn't 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 he'd gone to the door armed.
