I just wanted to go home, however the hurricane to the south east changed my plans. All flights out of the city stopped as wind and rain picked up. I checked the weather, thankful the worst of the hurricane would stay away, but the rains and wind left me stranded. I didn’t know what to do, frustration and annoyance clouded my mind. All I could manage was a text message to my roommate, informing him I wouldn’t be back on time, and he didn’t have to worry about picking me up.

That sucks, he responded. If you need a place to stay my sister is about twenty minutes from the airport. I’m sure she would help.

His sister, Erica, was about ten years older than me. I met her a few times when she came to visit my roommate with her ex-husband. He was a jerk, constantly making lewd comments about college girls, boasting about his boat, interrupting Erica’s opinions. I didn’t like him. When my roommate said they were getting a divorce, I was happy for her. 

She never said much to me besides small talk. I think her husband limited her interaction with anyone. I remember her amazing light green eyes. She was attractive for sure, had a great body, thick thighs, perfectly sized tits, and an amazing ass. I kept my thoughts to myself and considered her off limits, all the while believing she was completely out of my league. We had few, limited interactions and I didn’t believe she would remember me.

Moments later my roommate texted, She said she will pick you up. You can stay with her until you figure out travel arrangements.

Does she remember me? Does she know what I look like? I responded.

I sent her a photo and your number, he responded.

Within moments, she connected with me. Hey, Danny told me you needed a place to stay. A friend of his is a friend of mine. I will pick you up at Gate B.

Instantly, I felt a wave of relief. Someone familiar could help me figure out what to do and I didn’t have to come up with money for a hotel. I sent her a response as I made my way to the gate entrance. Fantastic. Thank you so much.

It rained sideways, water curved under the overhang of the airport, everywhere was wet. I tried to keep an eye out for her black sedan she described in a text. When she arrived I rushed out, promptly threw my luggage into the trunk, then got into the front seat. I wiped water from my face as I turned to her.

“Thank you so much,” I said. “I really appreciate you coming out in this.”

She smiled at me, saying, “No problem. Like I said, a friend of Danny’s is a friend of mine.”

She was soaked. I noticed her shirt clung to her body, highlighting her gentle curves. Despite looking like she dove into a pool she appeared happy. I said, “I’m so sorry to bring you out in this mess.”

She rolled her eyes, “No worries. I was out already. This isn’t that bad, the worst will be here tomorrow.” 

I nodded, again letting her know, “I appreciate it. Really.”

We didn't talk as she drove and I tried my best to not check her out. She seemed different from before. I wanted to ask her questions, but I didn’t know how recently her divorce ended. Accidentally bringing up a sore subject gave me anxiety. 

“You graduate in the spring don’t you?” she asked out of the blue.

I nodded. “Yep. Hopefully, I can get a job right away. I’d like to get into an architecture firm back home.”

She smiled and kept her eyes on the road. “That’s nice. Danny didn’t tell me you were an architect.”

I scoffed, “Well, not an architect, but that’s the hope. I will probably design parks or sidewalks for a while.” I chuckled to myself. 

She looked at me, smiled warmly and then remained silent for the rest of the trip. 

She parked outside a massive apartment complex and sighed. She turned around to look behind her, then looked at me. She raised her eyebrows and asked, “You ready to brave the elements? I’m on the second floor.” She sighed. “Doesn’t look like there is a closer parking space.”

I shrugged and said, “Whatever. A little water never hurt anyone.”

“Great, let’s go,” she said as she opened the door and made a run for it. 

With haste she opened the trunk, I grabbed my suitcase, and we ran for the cover of the apartment stairwell, screaming with a childish joy as the rains drenched us. Once we were in a remotely dry spot, we looked at each other and laughed. I tried in vain to wipe water off my clothes. She was doing the same, running her hands over her body, squeezing water off her shirt, and down her yoga pants. I couldn’t help but stare at her figure. Her enticing green eyes met mine, of which I quickly tried to fake looking at something else. I caught her grinning at me from the corner of my eye. 

“Up the stairs to the right. I have a guest room you can stay in. Are you hungry?” She asked as she started making her way up. 

I grabbed my suitcase and followed her, trying not to be consumed with staring at her ass. “I had some snacks on the plane, I think I’m okay,” I responded.

She opened her apartment door and let me in first. She followed me in, took off her shoes, then made her way to the small kitchen across from the entrance. Awkwardly, I stood there, waiting for further instruction. 

Erica saw me hesitate. “Oh, crap, sorry.” She pointed down a small hall. “The room to the left is the guest room. Bathroom is across the hall.” She laughed to herself. “I got focused on making some food. I’m not used to hosting people.”

“No worries,” I said. I pulled my suitcase into the room she pointed towards. My clothes felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. I dripped water all over her floor. 

She yelled from the kitchen, “If you need to use the dryer for your clothes you can.”

“Thanks,” I yelled. 

I closed the door and put on dry clothes. Afterwards, I made my way towards the kitchen. “Where is the dryer?”

Erica pointed behind me while sipping a protein shake. Behind two accordion doors was a washer and dryer. As I put my clothes in the dryer, she rushed up alongside me.

“Hold on, let me add my clothes.” She took my clothes out of my hand, tossed them into the washer, then quickly rushed down the hall to her room. “One sec, I need to change.”

Moments later she appeared in boxers and a tank top. I looked away after quickly noticing her hard nipples.

Erica scoffed at me. “Please, you are friends with Danny, I know you have seen women walking around without a bra. Grow up.”

I didn’t know what to say as I stood motionless. She pushed herself past me, brushing up against my dick which was already throbbing. Her tits were fantastic, they were enough for each hand to hold. I tried to think about something else besides exploring her erect nipples with my tongue. 

She leaned over the washer, arranging the clothes inside. Her shorts exposed the roundness of her ass, clearly she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I didn’t want to be a perv but the edge of her pussy peeked out from the edge of her shorts. I swallowed hard, again trying to think about something else. I couldn’t blame her for wanting total comfort, she was in her home after all. Suddenly I had a full erection.

Erica started the washer then closed the accordion doors. She looked at the time over my shoulder on a wall clock. She put her hands on her hips and said, “The washer will be done in about thirty minutes. If you would kindly switch it when it’s done I would appreciate it. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I nodded. “Okay, I was hoping I could do the same. Are there two bathrooms?”

She squinted at me with curiosity. “No, one bathroom and one half bath. Only one shower. You can go first. I will wait.” She walked to her couch and sat down. “You don’t take, like, forty-minute showers do you.”

“No,” I responded. I pointed. “Is it down the hall?”

“Yep,” she said as she started scrolling through her phone. “In my room.”

I shut the door to her bathroom and noticed the shower was glass. I searched around for shampoo after turning it on. While searching, I noticed a large purple vibrator sitting on the counter. I ignored it, checked the water temperature, then got in. A few seconds later Erica knocked on the door.

“I need to grab something really quick, I won’t look,” she announced as she opened the door. She covered her eyes with her hand while looking around at the counter. She quickly picked up the vibrator and slid it into a drawer. Before she left, she quickly turned around and faked looking for something on the floor. However, I saw her look right at me, scanning me. She bit the corner of her lip, then exited the bathroom. 

I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and dried off. My body buzzed with excitement after the brief encounter. I didn’t feel embarrassed; I felt curious. A couple times now I felt she was testing the waters with me. After I was dry, I got dressed, then peaked my head around the corner letting her know I was done. I went to my room, sat down on the bed and contemplated what I would do. What was she up to?

A few minutes later the washer buzzed. I switched the clothes to the dryer and returned to my room. I could hear her taking a shower, humming to herself. Soon the humming turned to a light breathy sigh, which changed to a moan. Curiosity got the best of me and I peaked around the corner into her bedroom. A mirror in the corner of her room showed the open door to the bathroom and herself standing in the shower. She held the purple vibrator against her clit as she clutched onto a shower bar. She bit her lower lip, trying to stay quiet. I watched her rub her nipples, gently pulling at them from time to time. She pushed the tip of the vibrator against herself and nearly fell to the ground in ecstasy. 

I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I watched her. The moment I realized I was getting carried away she looked at me in the mirror. Quickly, I turned back into my room and sat down on the bed. I didn’t want to challenge my relationship with my roommate and fantasize about his sister, but it was too late. The image of her naked body stuck in my mind as I tried to figure out what to do. The way she shook with ecstatic joy as she pleasured herself ran on repeat in my brain. The idea she could have been thinking about me sent me into a frenzy I couldn’t control. I started stroking myself wanting a release. I visualized myself tugging at her nipples, holding her perfect ass in my hands, wishing she could ride my hard cock. The shower stopped when the dryer buzzed. I quickly covered myself up with a blanket and grabbed my phone pretending to look at it, pretending like nothing happened. She passed my room, covered in a towel, ignoring me completely. I listened to her pull the clothes out and shut the door. Moments later she stood in the doorway of my room, holding my clothes. 

“Here you go. Nice and hot,” she said as she held them out.

I said thanks, refusing to get up. 

She stared at me. She squinted and surveyed my situation. “Are you cold?”

I adjusted the blanket and said, “Maybe a little chilly.”

Erica nodded slightly. She licked her lips and approached me slowly. “Did you enjoy your shower?”

“I did,” I answered quickly.

“Hm,” she responded, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all,” I responded without thinking.

“Not at all?” she questioned as she stood before me.

I could smell the sweet scent of her skin. Her towel barely stayed on. A slight breath could cause it to fall at any moment. She teased her hair, then dropped my clothes on the floor. I answered, “I wasn’t uncomfortable. It was okay, really.”

“Hm.” She pursed her lips. “Well, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body, it’s quite nice to look at.”

I swallowed hard. Hearing the sultriness of her voice, feeling the sexual tension she was throwing off made my erection throb with intensity. It made me uncomfortable. It was difficult to focus on anything but wanting, wishing to feel myself inside her. I shifted my body and tried to sit up more.

Erica looked down towards my crotch. “Are you okay?” She asked coyly.

I didn’t know how to answer. I wasn’t okay. My dick was radiating with a need for attention. It demanded to be released. I shook my head. I lied, “It’s been a long day of travel.”

Erica nodded, “I bet.” She approached me, knelt down, put her hands on my knees, then ran her fingers up to my raging boner. “It doesn’t seem like you are okay.”

I didn’t know how to answer as I watched her. She pulled the blanket off me, exposing my rock hard cock. Her eyes grew wide as a slight smile grew to a large grin. Erica touched me lightly with her fingertips, running them up my shaft to the tip. She swirled her fingertip around it. She moaned as she stroked me.

I couldn’t think or believe what was happening. Before I could come up with something to say her tongue was swirling around the head of my dick. She bobbed up and down, moaning as she did. I collapsed backwards and felt unreal sensations coursing through my body. Erica began massaging my balls as she eagerly sucked. As much as I wanted to release I fought the urge with an intensity.

She gave me one final, teasing lick and demanded, “You can’t come yet.” She stood up and dropped her towel.

I sat up and reached for her, needing to feel her soft skin only to be swatted at. 

“Oh no,” she scolded me, “not yet. Follow me.”

I watched her saunter over to the door, then gesture for me to follow her. I was driven by an urge I couldn’t control and mindlessly followed her to her room. She pointed at her bed and told me to lie down on my back. I happily complied. She turned on a lamp on the side of her bed, opened a drawer and pulled out a long black piece of fabric.

She threw it towards me and said, “Cover your eyes.”

I must have been staring at her stupidly. I shook my head. “What? Like cover them?” She raised an eyebrow and pointed at me. “Now.”

I did as she requested, trying to keep a bit of an opening so I could see what she was up to. It was futile. She adjusted the fabric, then pushed me back onto the bed. One of my hands quickly ended up stretched above my head, then the other. I felt her tongue tease my nipples, then the head of my penis. She strapped my left ankle, then the right. She tightened everything up and giggled. 

“This is, um,” I tried to find something sexy to say but ended up with, “different.”

“Rocket,” she said to me. 

“Rocket?”

She moaned as she walked around the bed. “Yes. If you ever feel uncomfortable, then you need to say rocket.”

I smiled, saying, “Okay.”

Then the first hit arrived on my abs. It didn’t hurt. It felt like a flat piece of leather. Tiny little electric tendrils spread across my body. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, until the second arrived, then the third. When the fourth hit my nipple my entire body was erupting into a sympathy of sensations. The darkness of the blindfold increased every feeling. She moaned softly then lightly, repeatedly slapped my balls with the piece of leather. 

“Are you okay?” she whispered into my ear before nibbling on it.

I don’t remember what I said, it might have been gibberish. She repeatedly paddled me. My nipples, my cock, my legs, my balls. It never felt painful, but it didn’t tickle either. Oddly, I felt like I was about to explode all over myself, unable to contain the eruption that had been building. She noticed and stopped.

“Hmm,” she said. “You aren’t going to last long are you?”

I said, “I don’t know.”

I felt her warm, oiled hand caress my balls. Her finger slid over my anus, pressing gently. Soon a hard but flexible plug massaged around my anus until eventually she worked it inside. She pulled at it, then pushed gently, pulled, then pushed. It was sending me to an edge I didn’t think I could handle. She left it in me then straddled my legs.

She moaned again as a vibrator started up. I wanted to see what she was doing, and it was driving me insane. Another toy ran down my neck, across my chest, and tapped my radiating erection. It felt like a dozen strings, dancing across every sensitive part of my body. She thrashed it across my chest as she repositioned her body closer to my dick. The intensity, the pleasure, the anticipation, caused me to shriek. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” She asked.

“Fuck yes,” I answered.

“Good.” She said as she slid me inside her. 

I wanted to grab her ass, hold her tits, pull at her nipples. But she denied me.

Her body slowly rode me as her fingers dug into my chest.

I needed to see the look on her face as she moaned, rocked back and forth, and restrained herself from cumming. 

She pressed her vibrator to her clit and the base of my shaft. My entire body vibrated.

I squirmed, wishing my restraints would break so I could roll her over and pound into with a feverish intensity.

She pushed me down, her hand slipping up towards my neck, pushing gently but with expert precision. She quickened her pace, feeling me throb inside her, anticipating a well deserved and denied release.

I begged her to let me go. I told her I wanted to fuck her so bad.

She put her fingers on my lips. She leaned forward and whispered, “I’m in control here.”

She sat up and braced herself on my legs, then let loose. I could only imagine in my head what she looked like. Her breasts bouncing up and down, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she moaned deeply. I felt myself inside her as she tightened up. Her body shook with a fervent series of ecstatic tremors. 

“Come inside me,” she demanded. “Fucking come in me.”

That was the last straw for me. Her words freed me into the most intense, mind-bending orgasm I ever experienced. I came as my hips thrust into her. She screamed as she dug her nails into my chest. The intensity overwhelmed me; I wanted her to stop riding me, but she continued as she came again. All control of my body was gone as I felt my legs tighten and my arms shake furiously. She laughed, let out a breathy, “Yes,” then said, “I want all of it. Give me all of it.”

It felt as if explosions were firing off on every part of my body. I couldn’t take it anymore. “ROCKET,” I yelled. I collapsed into the bed as she slowed her pace. “Rocket damn it.”

She laughed again. Got up slowly, took off my blindfold, then patted my chest. “Good boy,” she said as she walked over to the windows of her apartment. “I hope for your sake you are stuck here another day.”

Trying to catch my breath I asked, “Dare I ask why?”

She turned to me, smiled, then said, “Well, I want a turn to yell ‘rocket’.”