On A Sunny Day

It was raining cats and dogs and Martina had forgotten her umbrella home. Again.

After all, the morning promised a wonderful warm and sunny spring day with just a few sparse clouds in the sky, and as such she didn't even think about putting it in her bag.

Now there she was after a full working day, out of her office under a small roof, watching the bus stop afar - could have been two hundred meters away - wondering if she'd find a way to reach it before her evening bus arrived to take her home, an hour away.

Still twenty minutes.

Ten.

Five, and the rain was not calming down at all.

She knew she'd come home drenched, but couldn't do anything about it. That was the last bus of the day and she could afford neither a taxi nor a hotel for the night. Actually, Martina didn't want to either: she loved her home, her cozy room, her family.

She started running to the bus stop, and eventually there arrived. The bus shelter was so small that had room for not more than 5 people and was already completely full. Still no bus at sight, she looked around panicking in search for help and then, she felt no rain falling over her short, wet, blonde hair, and a nice, warm sensation through her entire body. A big, dark umbrella was above her and a long summer coat on her shoulders.

"You know, you may ask for help in this kind of situation: there's nothing wrong in forgetting an umbrella, but you risk to catch a bad cold drenched like this."

She saw an arm coming from around the coat holding the umbrella and turned her head a little following it. Behind her there was a man just slightly taller than her, sympathetically smiling.

She was still panting and it took some moments for her to speak.

"Sor... sorry... I couldn't... the bus is coming and... Thank you."

She gave a hint of a bow, and smiled him back.

"Also... about the coat: won't you get a cold instead of me like this?"

He seemed to think for a moment.

"You need it more than me and beside, that is how a real man should behave, isn't it?"

They laughed. The bus was soon there and they got in. It was the last one of the day, and not more than ten people were taking their seats. She sat in the center of the bus, on those larger seats near the back door, and tightened in the coat. The man had a nice smell, she didn't mind it, and she was really feeling cold and wet.

"So, my savior, you are probably the last 'man who behave' in this godforsaken city. May I ask if my knight has a name?" She giggled.

"Of course you may! Tomas; at your service madame Martina!"

He noticed the astonishment in her eyes and lifted his left eyebrow wondering what he said wrong, quickly realized it and added:

"Ah, sorry! Yea, I know your name, I heard you speaking with friends on the bus some time ago and... I just remember it; we take this bus together almost every day since last autumn."

Well, she didn't really know it. In fact, she had never noticed this man and she would have probably never noticed him in a different situation. She watched him for a moment: a completely normal guy; just a little taller than usual, eyes that could have been brown like his hair; but the dark in the bus wasn't helping. His figure was good too. He probably was not the guy you find every day at the gym, but that could be a good thing. Maybe she saw him a couple of times but really, she couldn't even remember hearing his voice before.

"Since last autumn? And we didn't even introduce each other properly before? I must have been really sleepy not to notice a handsome knight as you!" She played around.

They talked like that for some minutes. Then the conversation came to an end as they approached their city. She started to get rid of his coat but, when she looked inside it, she noticed her summer dress was completely soaked and you could see her lingerie through it. She felt embarrassed: he probably saw it all. But it didn't matter now, what she didn't want to do though, was walking home like that: almost naked.

"Tomas, may I ask you... please... to lend me your coat until tomorrow? I know it's cold outside and I'm so sorry to ask you this but... you must have noticed, my dress is drenched and I don't want to walk home like this. Pleeeeese!" She added with pleading eyes.

"What kind of knight would I be? Of course you may take it, you can give it to me tomorrow, I don't mind."

She felt relieved, then thought about something and asked him

"Or would you give me your address? I'll wash the coat for you and take it to your home if you don't mind, I'd like to do at least something to repay you for your kindness."

"Please, don't do it!" He burst out in a laugh.

"I mean, wash it... it's ok; but if a pretty girl like you comes to my home and someone sees it, I seriously risk to be killed by my girlfriend."

There was a moment of happiness in her eyes at the "pretty" word, soon followed by a glimpse of sadness at the "girlfriend" one. Another good man already taken: the story of her life.

"And of course... find it, and keep it! Competition is hard these days!" She thought.

Anyway, Martina was really grateful to him, and when she got off the bus she smiled and waved at him as the bus left.

Luckily, it was not raining anymore and she could walk home in that warm, cozy coat.

***

The day after the sun was high in the sky and it seemed it would have been all day. She felt a little annoyed by it, and couldn't tell why. She didn't forget her umbrella, tough.

When she got on the bus she sat in the first available seat and didn't even look for him. But once travelling, her thought drifted to the night before and she turned her head to find Tomas. She did, and slightly waved in his direction but he didn't notice her and she quickly stopped as she began feeling a little embarrassed. As they got off the bus, she quickly run to her office without even turning back.

The day was nice and tiring as always. Her job as an accountant was sometimes draining her energies out: meeting after meeting and customer after customer. As such, she often slept on the bus on her way home.

That night she was feeling more tired than usual. Also, the tension from the day before had summed up, and her muscles were feeling like after a marathon.

She got at the bus stop just in time, while it was already approaching the bus stop. Once on the bus, her usual spot was busy so she continued to the back. And there, smiling at her and with a free seat on his side, was Tomas.

Martina greeted him, hoping he didn't see her in the morning. He didn't say anything though so she quickly relaxed by his side. She dozed off once the bus got on the highway: the dark outside, mixed with their conversation getting sparse, were enough to get her soundly asleep in a couple of minutes.

She woke up on the sound of the bus decelerating; she was used to it and knew when it was approaching her city. She felt his scent before opening her eyes, and realized she was sleeping with her head resting on his shoulder. The thought just crossed her mind: it was indeed really comfortable. As for him, he was totally motionless. He wanted Martina to sleep well and tried to stay in a position she'd find good for her head to rest.

She sat there without moving for a while, even if she was already awake, because she was really feeling awkward this time. Sleeping on the shoulder of a man she didn't even knew until two days before: what was she thinking?

Her eyes adapted to the low light. She could now see his legs, a pair of jeans covering them, and his hands: Martina had always loved hands, especially like those: large strong palm, long fingers, clean, cured but still very manly.

He was tapping his fingers in synch with the music in his iPod. She couldn't figure out what song it was, but seemed something good at least. Soon, the song finished and so his fingers stopped. She was enjoying it and still taking big breaths of his scent, wondering what kind of good perfume he used.

Her bus stop was near so she lifted her head and quickly said:

"You were really a sweet knight tonight, Tomas. See you."

The door opened and she got off before he could say anything.

Walking home, she wondered: she was not like that; she'd never been so natural with a man: how was she going to ever meet him again without getting embarrassed?

***

She came home, greeted her family and had a nice chatting dinner, then went upstairs and undressed. She took off her dress, then her bra - as she liked to sleep naked since she was a teenager - and her panties. And doing so, she felt it on her fingers: her wetness. Her panties were soaked. She slid a hand between her legs and found her pussy dripping on her fingers. She couldn't remember to ever be so wet and, unluckily, she knew why.

Martin was not used to masturbation, she probably did it not more than ten times in her life, but that night in her bed she touched herself. She was just feeling so good, so horny, and as she thought about Tomas she couldn't stop her juices pouring out of her sex, her hands rubbing her sensitive spots until her climax. After that, she fell asleep smiling.

The morning after, Martina was feeling really happy and she decided she'd talked to him and stopped feeling so embarrassed. At least she'd tried. She took his coat, already washed and dried, and went to the bus station.

On the bus, she went straight to sit near him on the back. She smiled and gave him the bag.

"Hi Tomas. I washed your coat, thank you again, you saved me."

He was a little surprised by her behaviour... just the morning before she'd totally ignored him and now she seemed so happy to see him.

"Good morning lady, thank you, it was nice to help such a beauty for once."

He happily answered turning his large morning smile towards her.

From that day, they began sitting side by side almost every run. It was nice to talk to him. Tomas was a good man, just sometimes a little too reserved: he didn't like to share much of his life, especially when it came to his love life. That was good with her anyway; she would have not liked to hear about his happy time with his girlfriend: she wanted to possess Tomas at least for those two hours, every day. She wanted to feel him hers.

On the morning run, they usually talked about any kind of stuff, getting to know each other better, their hobbies, their passions, likes and dislikes. She soon realized she was waiting eagerly to spend that little time with him. In the evening, she often slept on the bus, even if she was sitting near him. She simply was like that, when tired.

Martina woke up sleeping on his shoulder more than once, and got used to it. She was not feeling embarrassed anymore and she so loved his smell, she felt so at ease around him. And sometimes, thinking of his lucky girlfriend waiting for him in the evening, her eyes got wet with sadness and jealousy.

"This is the song you were listening the first time I fell asleep on you."

More than a question, it was a statement. And she felt a little unease soon after having said it. As if she had crossed some kind of imaginary line.

"What?"

She was relaxing on his shoulder, after a little nap, and was captivated by his hands once again. He was listening to his iPod and tapping his long fingers on his left knee with the same rhythm she had seen that very first time.

"I mean, I saw you tapping your fingers exactly like that another time. What are you listening to?"

"You must have a nice sense of rhythm, Martina. Indeed I find this song really fascinating, and listen to it often. It's 'Creedence Clearwater Revival, Have you ever seen the rain'. Do you know it? It's an old classic from the early seventies."

Quickly, she stole one of his ear buds. He lifted his eyebrows questioning her.

"It seems a must, isn't it? You should be willing to lend me at least an ear bud, knight Tomas!"

Giggling, she went back laying on his shoulder, as she listened to the nice song, this time watching his finger tapping in a whole new perspective.

The rain: her thoughts drifted to the first night, the night when she had met him. He had been so sweet, lending him his warm coat, and the best of the reassuring smiles.

Soon she felt uncomfortable with the position of her head: she tried to find a better position but couldn't. His shoulder was indeed high, and tonight strangely higher than usual. She felt bad as a thought crossed her mind:

"Maybe, he was the uncomfortable one all this time? Leaving his shoulder lower than normal to help me resting my head over it?"

She smiled, as she took his arm and put it around her shoulders and waist.

"This way it's better for the both of us, isn't it?"

He nodded, while she adjusted her head on his chest. The first time she felt the chest of a man that well. Indeed, she was not that experienced with guys.

She was a pretty girl, thin and tall, with a nice breast - although she'd liked something a little bigger - and definitely the social type. She used to go clubbing when she was younger, and she flirted with a lot of boys. Still, the ones with whom she had sexual approaches could easily be counted on her fingers, and there hadn't been almost no romance. Not to tell the ones she'd had an actual intercourse.

She was still twenty-five now, and she had lost both the desire and the need to do it.

Martina matured a little earlier than the others, and soon lost track of all her high school friends. She had her family, her sister, her brothers and her weekly brunch with two colleagues from work, but her social life had indeed changed with her.

This was her, until she met Tomas. It was already two months and the summer had begun: sunny days and his smile had made her happier than usual, so happy that her family noticed it too, teasing her of "being in love", always speaking of her new friend Tomas. She was feeling alive, and feeling the need of "doing" things. She started going out on Saturday night with her sister, having a drink and chatting about guys and women stuff... she realized she had missed it so much, and that probably her job was not the right one for her. She felt a little tied down by it, and now she knew she'd eventually changed it.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice his hand resting on her higher hip until he started tapping his fingertips following the music that she was, too, listening to.

Martina kept her eyes closed and focused on the touch. He was following the piano accompaniment of the song tapping on her skin covered only by the thin fabric of her dress, causing little shivers of pleasure to run across her entire body. She was really enjoying it; even too much probably, as she felt her nipples getting hard and a nice known warm feeling between her legs.

Protected by the darkness in the bus, she was starting to feel really horny. His smell and his touch; his long fingers on her body; she opened her eyes to check if anyone was watching her, but the majority of the people in the bus was sleeping. Tomas had his eyes closed too, so she felt enough secure to move a hand between her legs. She just moved it there, outside her dress, and she tightened her legs enough to feel her palm pressing on her clit. It was awesome. She was only using her leg thighs' muscles and that was enough to drive her on the verge of an orgasm, an orgasm that was soon abruptly stopped.

Tomas moved, and she tensed scared of being caught in that selfish act. But then he did something that left her bewildered: he moved his hand over the other shoulder. She was now so low on his chest that was easy for him to touch her neck, and instead of tapping his long fingers began caressing her bare sensitive skin.

It was not more than ten minutes, but she thought to be in heaven. She moved her head to ease his caresses, and enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips on her smooth skin, the warmth of his palm against her neck, then on her cheek. Occasionally, sliding from a cheek to the other, he'd lightly touch her lips with his palm. She couldn't care anymore about his girlfriend; she just wanted to feel his, at least there, during their time. She began kissing that hand with her thin lips, every time they slid on them, with tenderness and adoration.

The bus station was getting closer and she knew she had to get off. She sit properly, turned her head to see his dark eyes, and lovely smiled to him before whispering in his ear in a sexy low voice.

"I really think you should change your usual seat starting from tomorrow night. Either in the front or in the back, the choice is yours, Tomas"

He smiled back to her, more with his eyes than with his lips.

Then she was home again, on her bed dreaming of him: a girl already completely different from just two months before; a blooming woman.

***

That night, Martina dreamed of him. She woke up with an intense desire but decided not to help herself. She wanted to keep that desire for him, to watch him with her loving eyes still filled with passion.

In the morning, she run to the bus stop anxious to know his answer, but it didn't work out as she dreamed. He was still there, in those seats near the back door, still in the middle of the bus. No answer. She sat near him and said a low voice "Hi", but they didn't speak much for all the run.

She felt uneasy all day. In her office, working, thinking that she should have asked Tomas, or even just talked to him normally. She feared to lose him. At night, she arrived at the bus stop earlier the usual. He was there, but she didn't approach him. She was feeling a fire inside her stomach, a mix of anger and delusion. That, until the bus came, stopped, opened his doors and they got in.

He was just behind her: she could feel his body pushed against hers by the other people, and then she felt his breath closer to her ear, and a low whisper:

"Go back."

***

Martina went to the farthest seats in the back, those five seats that were usually always empty, then waited for him to come and sit in the one on the far right. She sat near him, and as soon as the bus moved and the lights went off, she lifted his arm and lean her head on his chest. She slid her right arm between the seat and his back, and the left one on his stomach, her hand laying on him. She was embracing him, she was not feeling a slut nor too bold. He gave her his answer and for now she felt it was the right thing to do.

They shared music again, and then at some point Tomas began caressing her head. She was not going to sleep that night, because the excitement was definitely too much. Her body was feeling completely hot and active; she would have probably not slept either during the night.

His hand was so sweet: she turned her head to kiss it again, that hand that was caressing her cheek now so tenderly. She kept kissing it: his wrist, his palm, his back; he liked it, and kept his hand there for her to love.

She kissed his fingers, then slid her lips to the tip of his index finger, and kissed it, licked it, and gently began to suck it. It was a sexual act, she perfectly knew it, and with her eyes closed, she was enjoying it so much she was glad to feel his other hand posing on her stomach, caressing it and then moving up to find her breast, slid inside the v-neck and teasing her already hard nipples. She was loving it so much. Licking and sucking his manly hands and be touched by them at the same time, it was better than in her dreams.

She was wet, really wet, so wet she could feel her soaked panties sticking to her lips every time she tightened her legs in pleasure. She felt his hand sliding out of her dress, then down, on her stomach, her belly, and her mound. As his hand touched her thighs, slid to her knee and began rubbing her leg under the skirt, she opened her eyes and quickly watched the surroundings to see if anyone was aware of them, but the darkness and the other seats were a good shelter for them.