Geoffrey stood resolute against the storm's fury, his silhouette a stark contrast to the churning grey of the raging harbour. Clad in a one-piece black waterproof suit, the hood drawn tight against the howling wind, he was an unyielding figure amidst the chaos. The black waders he wore were steadfast companions to his every step, and the black sou'wester hat was a defiant challenge to the relentless downpour. The harbour, usually a bustling symphony of clinking masts and shouting sailors, was now a desolate stage for the tempest's performance.
The rain, heavy and persistent, showed no mercy as it danced wildly with the sea spray, soaking everything in its path. Yet, Geoffrey's waterproofs stood as his unbreached armour, guarding him from the relentless assault of water. Each droplet that landed on him seemed to tell a story of the sea's immense power and the sky's endless reservoirs. But Geoffrey, with a resolve as deep as the ocean itself, remained undeterred.
His boots met the slick cobblestone with a rhythmic certainty, a testament to his familiarity with the harbour's every contour and corner. As he walked, the storm seemed to recognize his determination, and in a rare moment of truce, the wind softened its roar to a whisper. Geoffrey, seizing the moment, made his way to the small coffee shop that stood as a beacon of warmth and comfort.
The bell above the door chimed as he entered, a sound oddly harmonious with the storm's residual murmur. The warmth enveloped him, a stark contrast to the cold embrace of the rain outside. He approached the counter, shedding the layers of his soaked armour, revealing a smile that spoke of victories against countless storms.
With a steaming cup in hand, he found a seat by the window, watching as the rain painted rivulets down the glass. It was in these moments, with the storm as his backdrop and a coffee to warm his soul, that Geoffrey felt a profound connection to the world outside. The storm, with all its might, had not conquered him; instead, it had become a part of his story—a tale of resilience, a dance with the elements, a celebration of the enduring spirit of man against nature.
Rain suit story (Non explicit)
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Re: Rain suit story (Non explicit)
I thought that was an excellent story worthy of a follow on (apologies if it is not up to your level of imagery)…
Stephanie sat clasping the mug of hot chocolate which was, until recently, warming her still cold hands. She watched the tall figure enter the cafe and marvelled at how cheerful he seemed having fought the torrential rain. His smile warmed her soul more than her beverage could, and although he did not see her, she smiled and dipped her head in embarrassment as noticing him. Her hand played over the shiny pink plastic of her jacket that covered her bare arms, still wet from her own earlier encounter with the storm when it was young and less ferocious than now. Her blue jeans were still soaked through, no match for the driving rain and she looked longingly at the impermeable rain suit worn by the figure in the window. She peered into the now empty mug with a swirl of undissolved cocoa at the bottom, and wondered for a moment if there was such a thing as fortune telling with chocolate grounds? What did the muddy splodge say of her future? She stood up, the feeling of the damp denim thoroughly unpleasant, thinking how much more comfortable she would have been had she splashed the cash on matching pink PVC over trousers. At the counter she asked for an Americano, and was immediately aware of the figure standing next to her. “Make that two”, said the man, “I’m paying”.
Stephanie turned, but realised she needed to crane her neck to see up to the tall figure, “thank you”, she said, “but I am quite capable of buying my own coffee”. Instantly she regretted it, what she really wanted to say was “thank you marry me and lets go and live on a tropical island and lie in each others arms forever”.
“Nonsense”, she was relieved to hear, “I have no doubt you can buy your own drink, but I thought it might be a good way to meet the pretty girl who has the sense to wear proper rainwear”. His eyes scanned the cafe and hers followed, all the other patrons were somewhere between soaking and steaming in tee shirts and shorts. Did he say “pretty girl”? She smiled to herself as a tingle went down her spine.
They sat in the window of the cafe for what seemed like an eternity and no time at all at the same time. The lashing of the storm against the glass added to the sense of being alone together with nobody else in the world. People came and went but neither Stephanie nor Geoffrey noticed.
“Excuse me, we have to close up now, I am sorry”, said the girl who had been behind the counter, “I think the storm is easing a little”.
“Oh my”, said Stephanie, “I don’t think my little jacket will be much use out there”.
Geoffrey reached inside his rainsuit and removed a cellophane wrapped package.
“Here”, he said, “I think these will help”.
Stephanie looked puzzled, but took the offering. She opened it slowly to reveal a pair of shiny nylon over trousers. She was about to enquire as to how come Geoffrey had them when he spoke in his deep, ever so sexy voice, “Too small for me, I was going to return them for a refund”.
Stephanie didn’t have the heart to tell Geoffrey how damp her legs already were, so she slipped on the trousers and put her short shiny patent boots back on.
“Time to brave the storm again?”, Geoffrey said, as he held out his hand as he took Stephanie by hers.
Stephanie sat clasping the mug of hot chocolate which was, until recently, warming her still cold hands. She watched the tall figure enter the cafe and marvelled at how cheerful he seemed having fought the torrential rain. His smile warmed her soul more than her beverage could, and although he did not see her, she smiled and dipped her head in embarrassment as noticing him. Her hand played over the shiny pink plastic of her jacket that covered her bare arms, still wet from her own earlier encounter with the storm when it was young and less ferocious than now. Her blue jeans were still soaked through, no match for the driving rain and she looked longingly at the impermeable rain suit worn by the figure in the window. She peered into the now empty mug with a swirl of undissolved cocoa at the bottom, and wondered for a moment if there was such a thing as fortune telling with chocolate grounds? What did the muddy splodge say of her future? She stood up, the feeling of the damp denim thoroughly unpleasant, thinking how much more comfortable she would have been had she splashed the cash on matching pink PVC over trousers. At the counter she asked for an Americano, and was immediately aware of the figure standing next to her. “Make that two”, said the man, “I’m paying”.
Stephanie turned, but realised she needed to crane her neck to see up to the tall figure, “thank you”, she said, “but I am quite capable of buying my own coffee”. Instantly she regretted it, what she really wanted to say was “thank you marry me and lets go and live on a tropical island and lie in each others arms forever”.
“Nonsense”, she was relieved to hear, “I have no doubt you can buy your own drink, but I thought it might be a good way to meet the pretty girl who has the sense to wear proper rainwear”. His eyes scanned the cafe and hers followed, all the other patrons were somewhere between soaking and steaming in tee shirts and shorts. Did he say “pretty girl”? She smiled to herself as a tingle went down her spine.
They sat in the window of the cafe for what seemed like an eternity and no time at all at the same time. The lashing of the storm against the glass added to the sense of being alone together with nobody else in the world. People came and went but neither Stephanie nor Geoffrey noticed.
“Excuse me, we have to close up now, I am sorry”, said the girl who had been behind the counter, “I think the storm is easing a little”.
“Oh my”, said Stephanie, “I don’t think my little jacket will be much use out there”.
Geoffrey reached inside his rainsuit and removed a cellophane wrapped package.
“Here”, he said, “I think these will help”.
Stephanie looked puzzled, but took the offering. She opened it slowly to reveal a pair of shiny nylon over trousers. She was about to enquire as to how come Geoffrey had them when he spoke in his deep, ever so sexy voice, “Too small for me, I was going to return them for a refund”.
Stephanie didn’t have the heart to tell Geoffrey how damp her legs already were, so she slipped on the trousers and put her short shiny patent boots back on.
“Time to brave the storm again?”, Geoffrey said, as he held out his hand as he took Stephanie by hers.
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Re: Rain suit story (Non explicit)
Very good indeed!
Re: Rain suit story (Non explicit)
Yes I think it is great story.
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Re: Rain suit story (Non explicit)
wow hope to hear more from this story
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