1. Shelter From The Rain


    Date: 3/22/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: JustTK, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    People passed her by every day on the street. The kinder ones would drop some change, or maybe even a dollar or two in her worn out, bottom half of a milk jug, the top cut off under the handle so she could access her spoils without having to shake them out of the normally smaller opening a gallon of milk has. The less kindly would walk by her, call her names, tell her to get a job, sometimes even drop their trash on her. She didn't mind all this too much. The worst of people to her, the ones that she couldn't stand, were the ones that just passed her by, not acknowledging her existence in any way. She notices all of them, why couldn't they at least give her some form of look, just so she would feel like they new she was in their reality? Sometimes, that's all she wanted, was for people to know she existed. Night seemed to come sooner than usual lately, especially this particular night. The streets began to clear out, and she did as she did most every night, rolling her worn blanket around her half-jug, carrying it under her arm as she made her way towards the homeless shelter. Maybe tonight, they'd have a space for her. If not, she would find another alleyway, preferably with a discarded mattress to sleep on. She dreaded that thought tonight though, since the skies were dark and cloudy. She suspected it would storm tonight. She reached the shelter too late, which was starting to be a common occurrence. She made her way a few blocks down the road, finding an alley behind an ...
    Italian restaurant. At least it smelled good there. She didn't find a mattress, but she did find some discarded couch cushions. She set them up against the wall, laying down on them, snuggling up to herself. However, just as she got comfortable, thunder cracked, and the clouds split open above, soaking her and everything around her in cold rain. She jumped up from her cushions, holding back tears as the rain engulfed her, her button up plaid shirt sticking to her braless breasts almost instantly. She stopped as she reached the end of the alleyway. 'Shit, my money,' she thought to herself. She only had a couple dollars in her jug, but she needed it. Just as she turned around to run back down the alley, she heard a voice. "Miss!?" The voice yelled from the black sedan that pulled up to the curb near her. "It's really bad out here! Get in!" His voice was deep and commanding. Almost instinctively, she ran towards his car, jumping in the passenger seat and slamming the door. Her long, dark hair stuck to her cheek and neck as she leaned her head back, sighing in relief. "Thanks," she told him, "thank you so much!" "No problem," he responded. "I'm Malik. What's your name?" "Katie," she replied, "I'm Katie." She pulled on her shirt, trying to separate its wetness from her cold chest. "Where's your car? I'll take you to it." He looked her over. She was an attractive young woman, although her short jean shorts were dirty, and her shirt had a few rips and stains near her stomach. Malik ...
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