Date: 1/1/2018, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheUprightMan, Source: LushStories
Rachel Jordan snarled to herself as the skies opened and soaked her to the skin within seconds, her second-best suit providing virtually no protection from the downpour. "Great," she muttered to herself, head down against the rain as she hurried the final two blocks from the subway to her apartment. "I really didn't feel like going to the dry cleaner again this week," she sighed, watching her shoes splash through puddles that had been dry pavement moments before. Rounding a corner, she just had time to identify a pair of men's shoes in front of her before the wearer of the shoes cannoned into her. They rebounded off one another, she against the wall of her apartment building, he turning, twisting, and landing with one hand in the gutter and his elbow scraping against the side of the curb. They looked at one another for a moment, then burst into simultaneous apologies. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." "Sorry, I wasn't..." "...see you there..." "...looking where I was going." "I was trying to..." "I was trying to..." "...get to my apartment." "...get to the train." "Are you OK?" "Are you all right?" Hearing their own words echo out of the other's mouth struck them both as funny, and they began to laugh. Rachel walked over to the man and helped him to his feet. His arm had scraped along the curb as he fell, tearing his suit jacket and shirt sleeve and, she could now see, the skin of his left arm, too. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said. "Are you OK?" He looked ruefully at his arm. "I think ...