1. Falling Water


    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 ...
    the jacket got it worse than I did. It's a write-off." "But your arm..." "Nah, it didn't reach the bone," he said, half-jokingly. "No, but it should be cleaned." He looked around at the sheets of rain. "Should be sluiced off in a few seconds, in this downpour." She chuckled and said, "In this city? Even the rain is grimy; you'll probably lose the arm or something." They both bent to pick up their respective bags, and she impulsively said, "Look, I have a first-aid kit in my apartment. Let's get out of this mess." He wavered momentarily, then said "OK, thanks. As long as it's not too much trouble." "No," she replied. "I threw you to the ground. The least I can do is address the damage." "Well, 'threw' might be a bit strong," he said, "but I appreciate the offer." She led him to the revolving door of her apartment building, and ushered him through ahead of her. As she followed him, she noticed the moderately-expensive suit, broad shoulders, slim waist. and--perhaps most eye-catching of all--his confident stride. Too many people shuffled along, heads down, but this guy (what was his name, anyway?) moved firmly with each step. He didn't stride arrogantly, but walked with movement that indicated sureness of purpose. She suddenly felt she would like him. As she left the revolving door, he stepped aside to let her lead, and for a moment she saw his eyes flicker over her. "I must look like a drowned rat," she said. "Well, if you do," he re-joined, "we're a pair of soggy vermin. I mean, ...
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