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In the Rain

By: porphry



"There is an interested party," Aaron had said earlier in the evening, "but he will contact you." Jane remembered these words as she bent to unlock the old Saab's trunk. She unceremoniously dumped her textbooks into the dark interior and grabbed a worn copy of ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST. 

The rumbling that had punctuated her instructor's lecture only a few moments before had now become a determined plop-plop-plopping of raindrops. Jane hadn't the slightest idea where her umbrella was. The magazine would have to get her around to the driver's side door. Unfortunately, even as she shut the trunk, she felt as though the paper-shaped tent was merely funneling the rain into her collar and down her spine.

Distracted by this sensation, she was startled to find a man staring at her over the closed trunk lid. Blinking the rain from her eyes, Jane dropped the magazine and managed a "What do you want?" before the stranger could utter a word.

"I'm in your class," is how he began. 

"I sit in the back and you sit up front, so maybe you haven't seen me. It's your mythology class with Professor Pater..."

Jane couldn't believe that she had not noticed him. He was a tall, sturdy blonde man with the strangest colored eyes that she had ever seen. They weren't exactly blue or green, nor were they the brown of his jacket.

"So, what do you want?" Jane said, absently wiping at the wet tendrils of hair clumped against her forehead.

"What chapter were we supposed to read? I know that we've skipped one. Do we read ten or twelve?"

Relieved at this innocent question, Jane chuckled. She bent to retrieve her ruined magazine. As she rose to answer "Ten," the man lunged at her.

"What the...?!" was all that Jane could manage to utter before they tumbled to the asphalt. There was a brief struggle as the stranger wrangled Jane's keys from her. He straddled her wriggling form, covered her mouth with his left hand, then unlocked the driver's side door with his right hand.

Jane shuddered beneath his weight. Why was this happening to her? 'Help me, Aaron,' her mind pleaded.

"Get in the car. You'll be driving," the man said as he roughly helped her off the ground and into the Saab. He buckled her into position and reached across her heaving chest to unlock the passenger side door. Jane couldn't help but notice the powerful odor of patchouli that emanated from her attacker. Looking around wildly for any means of escape, she wondered if she would have time to free herself from the belt and open her door before he got to the other side. She didn't think so.

Instead, she used those seconds to try to compose herself. This person hadn't brandished a gun or any other weapon. Even though he had been rough with her, it did not seem to be his intention to harm her. Jane wondered if this could possibly be the "interested party" that Aaron had mentioned. A sudden flood of relief enabled her to stop trembling. 

"I'm Mr. Smith," the stranger announced, as he took the seat beside her. 

"Aaron told you that I would be contacting you, I hope?"

"Yes, he mentioned that there was someone. Is this your usual method of contact?"

After an uncomfortable silence, Jane took the keys that were offered to her and started the car's engine. The wipers began a steady rhythm as the Saab's headlights streaked across the tiny parking lot. There was no one to be seen.

"You will drive to St. Cloud Commons; do you know where that is?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith, I do."

The drive to the small, secluded park took no more than ten minutes. Rain pelted the windshield, making it difficult for Jane to see where the boundaries of the headlights were. She tried a sidelong glance or two at Mr. Smith, but was met with an angry glare each time. Something did not quite feel right about this experience thus far, but Jane would be damned if she could exactly name it. There was something unsettling, though, about the way that the man rubbed his own wet thigh.

"Park over there by those trees," he said.

Jane complied, noting that they might be seen from the parking lot that was just down the hill. That is, if anyone were looking on this rainy night.

"Leave the headlights on and the engine running. Now, exit the car, Jane."

Jane immediately obeyed, like the good submissive that she was, but her misgivings about the encounter were growing. She felt as though this person might at any time simply take her purse and run. Mr. Smith, however, seemed to have no intention of doing such a thing.

Instead, he came around the car to join Jane in the downpour. His blonde hair formed a soaked skullcap that accentuated the curve of his eyebrows and highlighted the strange coloring of his eyes. Clearing away a few damp strands from her own face, Jane wondered what she might learn from this new encounter. Whatever happened - punishment, humiliation - would not be unbearable. It was temporary. There would always be the next experience, the next dominant. Her sexual life was not an exclusive one.


As she was considering this, Mr. Smith felt the hood of the Saab with both hands. Jane could see a little wisp of steam rising as the water hit the warmed hood. This seemed to please Jane's new handler: he smiled for the first time.

"Come here, Jane."

"Yes, Mr. Smith," she said as she sheltered her eyes from the headlights and rain with her hand.

Jane stood before the stranger in her college student's uniform --- jeans and a now thoroughly soaked t-shirt. Her nipples were two brown stains on the white cotton of her shirt. Vaguely aware of the picture that she was presenting, Jane crossed her arms. This small gesture exhibited her breasts to better advantage. The weight of her jeans made her movements toward Mr. Smith sluggish and ungraceful.

"Remove those jeans," Mr. Smith commanded when Jane stood before him squinting. The headlights bothered her eyes, and she could not see her master properly. How would she be able to discern his pleasure or displeasure? Quickly she shrugged off her pants, leaving the panties plastered against her damp skin. The dark triangle of her pubic hair was visible through the thin fabric. The sight of it spurred Mr. Smith to take action.

Firmly grasping Jane's shoulders, Mr. Smith pushed Jane into a kneeling position. She knew what would be coming next. She dutifully sought and loosened her master's belt buckle. His hardened member sprang from the confines of his pleated pants. Jane, taking it in her hands, felt the rain pelting her calves. Unexpectedly, Mr. Smith pulled his trench coat around her, protecting her torso from the elements. She could feel the caked mud on her good shoes, so she slipped them off and proceeded in her sock feet. The pavement bit into her knees and the tops of her feet, making hundreds of tiny, painful impressions.

The smell of his sex was overpowering. It was that very personal odor mingled with patchouli and something else that Jane could not name. Jane clutched the drier fabric on the seat of Mr. Smith's pants, leaned in, and took his cock into her mouth. The length and weight of it surprised her, delighted her. Sshe greedily coaxed more and more of it deeper and deeper down her throat. Mr. Smith made no sound or indication of approval, but Jane could feel the changing tension in the muscles of his buttocks. He was obviously aroused. He began to massage her head through the coat material.

This inspired jane to incredible efforts. She pulled him into and out of her with greater rapidity. Her tongue slathered around the girth of Smith's penis; her teeth teased the tip of it mercilessly. The hairy underside of his scotum was not forgotten. She licked his cock, his balls, and even the crack of his buttocks. Once or twice, her furtive tongue darted into his anus, savoring the sour, almost salty taste of it.

Jane's make-up had been washed away long ago, but her lipstick remained a burgundy blotch amidst all of that pale skin. It, too, soon succumbed to rain, saliva, and semen. A bit of the color gathered at the corners of her mouth, coloring the fluid that dribbled from there. Her lips and jaws ached as she perfected the rhythm of her attacks on Mr. Smith's throbbing cock.

Unexpectedly, he pushed her to the ground. Jane landed gracelessly in a puddle of mud. The cold, dirty water shocked goose pimples to her skin's surface. She began to tremble, as much in indecision as anything else. Should she rise and risk the wrath of her master? What could this mean? She had been having the worst luck lately with supposed dominants who lost their composure; she didn't know why they weren't submissive slaves instead of the masters that they presented themselves as. Her complaints to Aaron would be much more vocal next time.

Jane wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. The taste of him lingered in her mouth. He had turned from her, and she assumed from his actions that he was again confining his hardened member to his pleated pants. Turning, Mr. Smith removed his trench coat and was immediately drenched in the downpour.

Stay tuned as Mr. Smith ties Jane to the hood of the car for some really wet sex!

In the Rain



They were relaxing with a glass of wine in a post-coital glow. It had been crazy-monkey sex when they first came into the hotel room. His hands were on her immediately and she was quick to strip naked. His cock was already hard when she took him in her mouth, and they had hardly waited before he had pushed her back on the bed and without ceremony sunk the full length into her pussy. She told him to give it to her hard and he did. Now she could feel the tingle where he had banged hard against the back of her cunt, and felt the warm sticky mess of cum in her pussy. Her "medicine" as they called it, now soaking into her already hot blood and giving that chemical high that she needed. 

She was talking about something while he was gently stroking her sides, tummy, and tits. He never could keep his hands off this lady. Even after sex, he just wanted to touch her. 

They were startled with a crack of thunder outside. He stood up and opened the shades on the window and they watched as a squall of rain started hitting the window and ground. Standing naked in front of the window, he watched the rain. She watched his cock. She liked how his post-sex cock remained long and engorged even though it wasn't hard now, and how his semi-empty balls now hung a little lower between his legs. 

"Hey baby," he said, "want to check an item off our bucket list?" She quickly figured it out: sex in the rain. They had done many things together, some of them firsts for both of them, but this was one neither had ever done. "Yes," she said, and jumped out of bed. Both of them had worn trench coats over their work clothes today, and now they put just those coats back on over their naked bodies. Both of them were suppressing laughter as they quietly exited the room, and walked the long hall of the hotel to the back exit door. Luckily no one was in the hall. They stepped out into the pouring rain. He led her to something he had seen from the window: a little wooden gazebo out in the back yard. Two little chairs and a picnic table were under a small structure. 

He asked her to lay down on top of the table, and he stood next to the table. Still with their coats on, he opened the bottom of his coat and she took his rod in her mouth. As she sucked life back into him, he slid his hand up her thigh, opening her coat and finding her pussy. His finger slid easily into her, already lubricated with their juices from round one. As he finger fucked her his own cock started to swell, encouraged by the way this girl sucked him into her mouth and tongued the helmet of his cock. 

"How do you want me?" she asked. 

"Doggy" he said, "put your knees on the bench seat and lean over the top of the table." She did, and reached back to guide his cock. It took a few adjustments before they got the angle and height right, but he knew they got it right when his cock slid completely into her and he was rewarded with "Oh fuck" - her universal signal that he just got it right. Starting slowly, he thrust into her, taking long slow strokes. He pulled her coat off her ass, exposing her more to whoever may be watching, but now he could also see her split pussy as she took the thrusts. 

The little gazebo didn't provide much protection from the rain however. It was a funny feeling as the rain came down on her ass, adding lubrication to their fucking. It had now totally soaked their hair and legs, and was dripping so much they couldn't keep their eyes open. 

"Baby, I need to ride you," she said. There probably wasn't anyone looking out the windows in this storm, and even if they were, it was unlikely they could see much of what was going on in the gazebo. Throwing caution to the wind, she opened her coat and dropped it at her feet. She stood before him naked with rain dripping off her hard nipples and big tits. He took off his coat, laid it out on the ground and then lay down on top. She smiled seeing his hard cock now straight up in the air, almost begging her to sit on him. She did. Her pussy knew what she wanted and seemed to just suck his cock into her depths. 

This time it was him who exclaimed "oh fuck" as he felt is cock bottom out in her pussy. Her pussy was already engorged and open from the first round and now his doggy style pounding, so when she sat on him she took in completely: from her clit on his pubic bone to his cockhead nestling her cervix, they were all in and there was no more. "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" she screamed as he began thrusting and she began cumming. She then sat back and upright, displaying her beautiful breasts to him. Her yoga pose, they called it. It was also her best pose for trapping his cockhead in her cervix. She knew he wouldn't last now, the intensity of that sensation caused an eruption as his balls spewed the sticky white stuff all the way into her. She continued riding, grinding out another orgasm for her and using her pussy to suck the last drops out of hm. 

If anyone had been watching this scene, they would have cum on their own, their hands busy on their cocks or pussies. The rain drenched couple dis-entangled, and put their coats back on, but they were a mess of rain and hair and grass. It's good no one did see them as they stumbled back into the hotel room and a hot shower. 

"Thanks baby," he said, "now I know why that was on our list."



In The Rain



i was begging, pleading now. It had been almost six weeks since i had seen Biker. Online or on the phone wasn't cutting it right now. i needed, wanted to see Him, to touch Him and have Him touch me. i needed His scent in my head, to see His soul searching eyes once more. i was crying morning and night. Talking to Him by phone or in chat was leaving me feeling more desolate. It seemed that anything and everything that could keep us from coming together again, did. His work, family, or the bike needing working on, always interfered. 

Early that Saturday morning Jim came online. The moment He did i began again asking when i could see Him. Even if it meant only a few hours of sitting with Him, talking and holding hands. i knew i was badgering Him now. i just couldn't help it i was desperate. He lived about five hours from me. i suggested anything that might get Him to say yes. i'll admit even teasing about giving Him a blowjob, my hand cupping His balls and licking them taking long slow licks up and down His shaft. i tried telling Him. Just let us meet somewhere (half way) for each of us, and having lunch for an hour. Of course i was crying the whole time. Finally, He agreed we would meet but only for an hour or so in Albany, Kentucky. 

It was still early around eight o'clock that morning. i was overjoyed. i asked Him if i might be excused to get ready. We didn't sign offline we would stay connected until time He and i would leave our homes so the timing would be accurate for out liaison and i began getting ready. i hurriedly showered and shaved. i would be prepared as He always expected me to be. i dressed in black Levi jeans (no panties) and a red short-sleeved blouse. Applied my makeup carefully. i re-polished my nails a bright candy-apple red. i went back to the computer and told Him i was ready. We made sure of the time and place we would meet in Albany. We then signed off with a cyber hug and kiss and Him patting me on my ass. i wanted to feel that hand for real. 

i locked up the house and got into my van and left. i drove through the little town of Sparta, Tennessee, around the square and down Bockman way, heading toward Hwy.111. i was so excited i was going to see my Jim. Turning right onto the Hwy, i headed north toward the Kentucky line. The line was about and hour and a half away. Each mile took me a little closer to when i would be back in His arms. i wasted no time. i would get gas when i got there; i had enough to; make it. The scenery up this highway was beautiful in fact all of the Tennessee landscapes were beautiful. Rolling hills with many different types of trees and flowers dotted the land, but for now the only thought that i had was to gaze upon was my Biker. 

There it was, the Tennessee and Kentucky line. On each corner sat a beer store. Most of the area on the Kentucky side was a dry county. Many drove to this line to get their beer. i made a left turn that would lead me into Albany. It would only be a few minutes now till i would see Jim. Jim would be wearing His black leather vest and jacket, a pair of jeans and His black riding boots. i could see Him so clearly. His eyes blue and loving they always seemed to have a gleam or twinkle of Wickedness in them. His face weather worn from riding in the open wind, to this slave, always seemed perfection. He had a strong jaw and the most gorgeous smile. That smile always gave a hint of something wild and secretive. His bike would be polished to a bright shine. He did love that bike. He sat on it proudly.

i pulled into the drive of a family restaurant on my right. i turned the van around so i could watch the road coming from town; this was the opposite direction that i had come from. i came to a stop, turned the engine off and waited. i rolled down my window; i wanted to listen for the sound of the bike. i knew the special sound of that bike. i sat there for maybe a half hour watching the cars coming and going. From time to time a motorcycle would pass. i did love watching the proud riders on their bikes. They all seem to have an air of freedom, few drivers of cars or trucks could never know. i heard Jim before i saw Him. He pulled in and drove right up beside my open window. He leaned in to my window and planted a luscious, wet tongued kiss on my mouth. my heart rate was racing for sure now. He asked that i follow Him. i followed him up the road a shirt distance and pulled in behind Him at a burger king. We got out and went in and sat having a burger and coffee. 

We talked a bit. i would reach out and touch that precious face if His. i couldn't take my eyes off of Him. He spoke and said, come on Jen. i didn't know what He had planned but i didn't care. i was surprised though. i only expected to visit with Him there and have to go home again crying. i always did no matter how many hours i had with him. i followed Him out and He and on His bike and i in my van pulled out of the parking lot. He turned Northward, and headed out of Albany. We went about five miles out of town and came to the intersection of Hwy.127 and 90. He pulled straight across and i followed. A little ways down this road led us into a state park. i never took notice of the name to be honest. i was wondering what He had up His leather sleeve.

This area of the park was lined with cabins and motor homes, somewhat hidden back in the trees. It was fall, the season had ended so many spots were vacant. We pulled into one of these and stopped. i got out and met Him at the picnic table. There was a grill sitting there beside it. This place looked off down a hill into a thick crop of trees. We sat at the picnic table and spoke of how nice it would be to come back and camp out. i got up and move somewhat closer to the edge and looked down. i knew any moment He would say He had to leave. i was dreading it. My mood began slipping into a dark abyss.

Jim walked over to me and took my hand and started leading me off into a thicket of brush and trees. We came upon an ole log and He stepped over it, turned loose of my hand and told me to strip down. i stood there for a moment somewhat surprised, not at Him telling me to strip but that He wasn't going home yet. He just repeated His demand. So i did. i pulled them off and tossed them aside. He didn't undress. He then told me to turn around and bend over; i did as i was told. my heart pounding loud enough it should have caused the little creatures to scamper away. i heard the sound of His zipper being unzipped. His hands grabbing my hips, one hand releasing and coming down hard on my ass, and my tits bouncing with the impact. His cock hard and teasing my slit and clit. He slid easily inside me. i was trying to be quiet but this was near impossible. i knew there were some visitors still in the park close by. He was riding me and riding me hard, my tits bouncing harder and harder, as i was pumped with His urgency.

The sweet sounds of His endearments hitting the trees and filling the silence around us. Words like, Slut, Whore and Bitch...ringing in my head. i was His whore to be used as he wished and i loved it. All of a sudden drops of rain began falling on my bare flesh. Tiny droplets of cold rain, falling on my hot flesh, pelting me harder, my orgasm was building, peaking. i knew Biker was ready to cum. We were being drenched now with the pouring rain. i was groaning, screaming out. Biker's sounds coming out like a deep growl. Jim was pounding me harder, His hand gripping my hips, pulling me backwards forcefully. The rain was still coming down as we both rode an orgasmic wave together.

While still breathing hard and our hearts racing, i grabbed up my clothes as Jim pulled out of me. i didn't even stop to dress. We just began running out of the thicket and to my van, laughing together. We opened the side door of the van and slipped inside. i was starting to shiver now but i didn't care. i grabbed at a roll of paper towels and began drying off. Jim and i were both laughing. i was trying to get my jeans on but still a bit wet so i was struggling. i slipped my blouse over my shoulders, and put on my shoes. We sat there a few minutes waiting for the rain to ease up. Jim would have to ride back in the rain.



In the Rain



Whenever he thought about that day, it was through rain.

It had been a cold, nasty, miserable, wet day. Umbrellas, slickers, boots, nothing kept the chilly fog out of his clothes. He decided to go home early, spend some time with the wife. Why not? They hadn't been spending much time together as it was. She was always nattering on about something like that.

So as he walked the flight up to their flat, he didn't expect to see her putting on her own coat and hat. "Hey, kitten," he said companionably, throwing off his own wet gear and piling it on the floor of the closet. Her face became pinched as she saw him doing it, but she raised her head and took a deep breath. He spoke before she could. "Home early. Get dressed for it and we can go see a show or something."

She swallowed and closed her eyes as he moved past her, into the living room. "No."

He stopped, not from her refusal, but because their wedding picture was gone. It had hung above the fake fireplace for ten years, since their July marriage ceremony. He scratched his head. "June?"

There were other things missing, he saw, looking around the cramped room. The leather chair in the corner. A lamp. The magazine rack and scroll cabinet. A small oval mirror. "Is this…redecorating?" he asked, confused.

She took in another deep breath. "No, Ron. I'm leaving you."

He sank to the floor, slowly, facing the window. He noticed through his shock, the spinning vortex at his center, that the rain had picked up and lightning flashed outside. He watched the window as she kindly explained the situation. How he'd long ago seen her desire to have him with her as "interruptions" of more important things, like watching TV and playing chess. His lack of interest in her unless she was giving him something. Her desire for children. Her increasing unhappiness, which led to him suggesting she get therapy, but never understanding that he needed it, too. His arms folded over his chest and he curled up, trying to get warm, as the rain made patterns on the window.

Undoubtedly, she said other things. He got vague impressions, through the slipping and sliding water drops, that she mentioned their lack of a sex life. Her needs. What she was going to do. All he could remember, though, was the rain and his feelings. Loss. Anger. Fear. Confusion. They swirled inside him and blurred his vision, left him gasping for breath as his eyes burned.

She turned to go. He roused himself enough to move, to call to her. "Wait. Please, please don't go without …" Inspiration struck. "A last gift. Please."

She paused. "It won't change anything."

"For you, maybe, all right. But for me it might. Please, dear love."

Her face, cold as the rain, turned to him. "What is it?"

He hurt. He had made her look like that. He crumbled inside. "I just…I know I haven't been good at doing anything for you. I thought maybe you'd like a proper send-off."

They'd called it that, once. He remembered, back when they were first living together, how many times he'd laughed and pulled her back into bed, pushing her legs apart and teasing her. He'd say, in his own mother's voice, or as close as he could get, "You know you can't go outside without a proper send-off." She would giggle and submit, murmuring, "Oh, yes, and a good breakfast, too." He'd growl and pretend to "eat" her.

Her brows drew down, and for one moment he was truly scared of her, frightened by his loving wife and school friend, the woman who'd done everything for him. She looked at him as if he was not only nothing, but evil.

Then her face cleared. "Can't say I don't deserve it." She did not remove her coat or her other clothes, but moved onto the couch.

He tried a smile, then shook his head and wobbled onto his feet, clutching at the window sill behind him for support. His hands were cold and wet once he steadied, and he moved toward her with purpose. If she was leaving him, at least he'd give her something good to think about as she did.

She took no initiative. She usually did. Unusually passive, she moved to let him remove her underwear (white, plain panties) and position her legs wide on the sofa.

He bent to take the first taste in … God, how long had it been? He had neglected her, no doubt. He looked at her and cocked his head. When had she gotten that white hair from? Last time he'd done this, she didn't have any, and now there were two, cute as could be.

And she was leaving…

He quickly flicked his tongue over her, trying to recall what she liked. Not too much sucking, plenty of back and forth motion, the occasional circular sweep, and a finger right about … there, he believed.

She remained quiet. Normally she'd gasp, cry out, beg for more, but now her own private rain storm was still. She was wet, so wet she could drown him if he wasn't careful, but she made no sound. Thunder and the sizzling sound of rain hitting the building greeted his ears as he tried to please her one last time.

Apparently, he succeeded. She finally jerked up from the couch, with a delighted, surprised cry that eased a small corner of his mind. Even if she was leaving him, he wasn't a total waste in bed.

She relaxed as he bowed, then moved back to the window. He looked out as she rearranged her clothes, stood, and walked to the door. She unlocked it, then coughed. "I'll be staying a few streets over. I left the number in the kitchen."

He nodded. Coming down in sheets, it was. "I'll call, if you'd like."

She walked through the door. Closing it, she said softly, "Maybe."

It wasn't what he'd thought it might be, but it still hurt. The door still closed. She left. The cold from the glass spread into his nose as he watched the storm sweep her away.



In the Rain



Steve pulled Angela closer, pressing their bodies together. Angela could see the slight smile and the look of desire in his brown eyes. His right hand brushed her wet hair away from her face before he lowered his head and kissed Angela. Angela felt Steve's hands slip down to her pants and heard the slow rasp of the zipper being lowered while he was kissing her ferociously. Angela closed her eyes and whimpered as Steve broke the kiss momentarily to slowly slide the pants down, leaving her in nothing but her soaked shirt. 

"You're beautiful", he whispered, his voice barely louder than the falling rain.

Angela shivered in lust and opened her eyes as Steve drew her close. 

He pulled back the collar of the shirt and kissed her neck and collarbones, his warm wet lips coursing tingly currents of lust through Angela's body. Slowly Steve worked his way down on Angela's body, playing with each breast, one at a time, through her wet shirt. He placed his lips upon a nipple, kissed it, sucked it, bit it lightly with his teeth. A breeze blew gently over them, making Angela's skin tighten in pleasure.

Her legs went weak and Angela lowered them down on some rocks, pulling Steve on top of her. Lifting her hands, she began to unbutton his shirt. Steve held himself still, letting her hands travel downward, stripping the shirt off of his shoulders while kissing his wet skin. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest and abdomen, pausing to let her lips explore him. Steve moaned as her tongue began tracing a path up and down his body, tasting, stroking, fondling.

Angela placed her palms on the cool rocks, feeling their slick surface beneath her fingers as he captured her mouth with his. The rain plashed on her body as Steve's mouth went down. He kneeled in front of her as he shoved her shirt higher, his tongue traced her bellybutton as his fingers slipped between her wet and swollen lips, stroking and teasing her. Her legs fell open and she arched her back, pressing her stomach up against his warm lips. He went further down, his tongue tasting her inner thigh and the outside of her pussy. One finger rubbed gently against her clitoris while another finger slid slowly deep inside her, pressing against her walls. 

Angela backed against the stones, hooking both legs around Steve's shoulder. His mouth was joining his fingers, his tongue stroking the swollen lips before his fingers gently spread her labia. Steve's tongue kissed and licked Angela's clit, sucking lightly. A second finger moved inside her tightening walls as his tongue came up to rub slow circles around her clit. Angela sucked in a breath and hissed through gritted teeth. She felt her orgasm coming closer and closer. Steve replaced his fingers with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside of her. Angela groaned with pleasure as he fucked her.

Reaching up Steve grabbed the border of her wet shirt and ripped it apart, exposing her upper body completely. He took her bare breasts, lightly kneading them with his fingers, pinching her yet erect nipples to make them harder, his tongue fucking her faster. Her hips arched up to meet his mouth as he stroked his tongue in and out. The world exploded around her and Angela clenched her teeth together not to scream out loud as she came hard onto his mouth. She relaxed and felt the ecstasy roll away as Steve licked her lovingly clean. Rain ran over her breasts and stomach to her pussy and into his mouth.


His mouth left her pussy and began to move up to her navel. He thrust his tongue inside and teased her wet skin. Further up he went, kissing her tummy before his lips closed over one hard nipple. Angela gasped as Steve sucked gently, rhythmically. Her back arched in pleasure, pressing her breast closer to his lips. Angela felt his teeth tugging lightly, her little gasps turned to load panting. He moved to the other breast, sucking, stroking, biting. She could feel her fading orgasm returning.

"Steve--" she whispered. 

Steve approached in front of her, his lips collided on hers in a soft, full, deep kiss. Angela pushed him lightly away from her and let her hands move down to his crotch. She could feel his hard-on through his jeans. She unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and tossed them away. Angela gently caressed his growing penis, letting one hand grab the shaft while her other slipped to Steve's balls. Her hand slowly and methodically began to rub along his cock forcing his hips to jerk for and backward.

Angela let go of Steve's manhood and pushed him down on the wet sand. She climbed on top of him. The waves surrounded them and dragged greedy on his unbuttoned shirt. She kissed him passionately, licked at his skin, playfully biting his shoulders while rubbing her pussy over his prick. Steve could feel the thick outer lips of her labia as she continued to rub and press herself against him.

"Angela, Angela!" he demanded breathlessly. "I want you, now." 


Angela sat up, placed herself upon his crotch and grabbed his hard-on. She rubbed his tip a few times over her clit before she let him slid inside her in one long thrust. Angela moaned loud as he raised his hips and drew his cock through her tight cunt. Steve grabbed her hips, holding onto her tightly as he began to bounce her gently up and down on his rock hard length. Angela bent down and kissed him passionately on the lips; their tongues teasing each other. 

They moved together while the waves ran over their bodies, flushing away the sweat. Steve stripped off Angela's tattered shirt and ran his hands over her breasts, twirling her hard nipples. He moved his hands down to her pussy and started to rub her clit with his thumb. Angela moaned in pleasure as he thumbed her clit faster. Steve picked up the pace; the thrusts came quicker, deeper as their breathing became more erratic. He sat up, Angela's arms rested around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. She looked into his eyes before he placed deep kisses on her neck and shoulder. His teeth nipped at her neck, and he began to move faster. Harder. Steve ran his hands over her back and forced Angela to lean back. He took one nipple in his mouth and let his tongue circulating her nipple. He was moving more and more, deeper and deeper and harder, his cock throbbing inside of her. Angela felt her orgasm rise, felt her body tremble as she kissed him hard. 

"Ste—" she moaned as she released her fluid over his hard-on.

Steve felt the inner walls of her cunt tighten as she released her fluid. He thrust a few more times before let out a loud moan, repeatedly shooting his load deep inside her. They held each other for a few minutes, just listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Steve gently ran his hand down her spine and placed a soft kiss on her collarbone.

"Love you," he stated quietly.

"Love you," Angela repeated as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

Steve wrapped his arms around her and leaned back, gently fell onto the beach. The ocean enclosed them. Angela pulled him out and rested her body on Steve. She shifted her head on his chest, listening to his now steady heartbeat. She felt warm and safe and closed her eyes as Steve kissed her tenderly on the head. They laid in silence on the beach and were lost in bliss; the surf flowed over their naked bodies at irregular intervals. 

"We need to get back," he said quietly. 

"Yeah I know." she whispers. 

Angela looked up at him and smiled before she tenderly kissed his chest. 

"Mmmhh," she said. "I love you, honey."

Angela continued to place light kisses on his chest as Steve ran his hand up her arm. 

"I need your shirt," she said through her kisses.

"OK," Steve chuckled softly as he started to search for his pants.

Both got up and retrieved their pants and shoes. Steve handed Angela his shirt and buttoned it for her. 

After they finished dressing Steve grabbed Angela's hand and they walked back to the beach house, both itching to get out of their wet clothes...for more than the obvious reason. The evening was far from over.



In the Rain



Constructive criticism is always welcome; however, telling me I'm stupid is not constructive, unless you tell me WHY I'm stupid...

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"Looks like we'll be here for awhile, Jess," he said, as he watched the rain pour down. He turned to look at Jess and she looked up at him, shivering and frightened as the thunder made another loud crash. Jess whimpered and tried to find a place to hide, but found nothing other than benches like the one under which she was curled. He smiled and reached down to pat her head. She looked up at him and wagged her tail slightly, then curled under the bench again, shivering. 

He stood up, watching the rain pour down and was glad he had grabbed his windbreaker before they left for their walk. Not much protection, but kept the whipping wind off him. He turned slightly, seeing the sudden motion with his peripheral vision, and watched another dog walker running to the pavilion. 

She entered the small kiosk at a run, almost tripping over one of the benches lining the wall. She didn't notice him, but turned to her dog. 

"Guess we picked a bad time for a walk, huh, Sweets?" she said, as the dog shook and sprayed her. "Oh, yuch, Sweets, that's nasty." 

Sweets noticed Jess, and Jess noticed Sweets. They both moved to the other and did the patented dog sniffing. She looked up and noticed she was not alone. 

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she said. 

He smiled. "It's ok, not offended. I'm Rick." He offered his hand. 

Smiling, she took it. "Karen. Nice to meet you." They both glanced at the dogs, who seemed to like each other, if the wagging tails meant anything. 

"Seems Jess likes your dog," Rick said. 

"Well, Sweets is a pretty even tempered girl," said Karen, patting Sweets on the head. 

"Like her owner?" asked Rick, realizing as he said it how stupid it sounded. 

She smiled, and tried to wrap her arms around herself. "Should have grabbed a jacket before we left, but who knew it would rain like this?" 

"Summer storms happen in a hurry around here. Here," he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying not to look at her hard nipples. 

She pulled his jacket tightly around her, murmuring "Thanks" and trying not to look at how his wet shorts molded so nicely to his crotch. 

Another bolt of lightening lit the sky and thunder boomed. She jerked slightly, and he, still behind her, put his hands on her shoulders. 

"You ok?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes, just startled me. And it appears it scared them, too," she said, nodding to the two dogs, now both huddled together under a bench. 

They laughed together, and she turned to him. Their eyes locked and she lifted her chin, as he lowered his face to hers. Catching themselves quickly, they parted. He sat on a bench, as she walked to the opposite wall. She looked out, watching the rain, as he admired her from behind. Somewhat short, about 5' 3" or 4", with long dark hair, currently very wet, and green eyes, she wore a short skirt and a tee, both soaked. Her drenched tee revealed a lacy bra underneath, holding very large breasts for someone of her height. He was gazing at her sexy behind, when she turned to him. 

She smiled as he quickly lifted his eyes, sweeping them over her very nice body. 

"So, Rick, what do you do?" she asked, as her own eyes swept over him. 

"I'm a computer programmer," he said. She nodded, as her eyes took in his nice legs, slim hips, that promising bulge, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. His hair was dark, of medium length, with light blues eyes. His lips were warm and inviting and she dearly wanted to have them on hers. "I work from home, mostly freelance, but there are a couple of companies that keep me close. How 'bout you?" He had noticed her eyes roaming, too, and smiled. 

"Hm? Oh, I'm a writer, freelance, also work from home." They both looked at the other's left hand and saw no ring. Their eyes locked, and she slid down the wall, squatting across from him. As soon as she had, the cool air blew up her skirt and she realized what she did. She had opted for no panties that morning, and he now had a clear view of her shaved pussy. 

His eyes slid from her lovely face to her exposed pussy, and he grinned. Realizing her error, she tried to move, to hide her moistening slit from him and fell over sideways. He jumped up and went to help her up. Lying on the cold concrete, she looked up and saw his slightly stiff cock, as he had not worn undergarments, either. 

Lightening flashed. 

Thunder boomed. 

He bent down, offering his hand, and she stood. Her hand still in his, she stepped closer to him, again lifting her chin, as he lowered his face. This time, they kissed, lips just meeting lightly. They stepped closer together, arms round the other, and kissed harder. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue slipped out, touching lightly against his lips. His lips parted as well, and invited her tongue in. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her deeply, with more and more warmth. She shrugged his jacket off, her hands roaming over his strong back, cupping his sexy ass and pulling him closer to her. She felt his stiffness against her leg and sighed happily. She started pushing her hips against him, humping his leg. 

He dropped a hand down, caressing the side of her breast. He returned her hump, his rising cock pushing her leg. 

She pulled back from him, pulling her tee up and over her head. He bent down and kissed the soft skin at the top of her breasts. She held the back of his head, caressing him there, as he kissed her soft sensual flesh. He reached back and undid her bra. He stood again, their mouths meeting again, deeply passionate, as they both got her bra off. He moved back, pulling his shirt over his head, and they met again, kissing, her large tits mashing the hard nipples into his chest. 

He moaned at the touch of her nipples pushing into him. His hand ran up and down her naked back, traveling lower, cupping her sweet ass. She pushed her hand down the back of his short, feeling his skin, his hard muscles, pulling that nice hard dick harder onto her. 

The wind whipped harder, drawing rain into the open pavilion. 

With one hand, he pushed his shorts down, kicking them off, his cock springing up. She grabbed him, pulling the skin up and over the swollen cockhead, feeling the first drop of his man juice. She pulled back from him, pushing her skirt down and pushed him down on a bench. He sat with a thud and she dropped to her knees before him, stroking his prick with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. She lowered her head and took his head between her lips, swirling her tongue over the crown. He sighed, as he watched this beautiful stranger take his dick into her hot wet mouth. 

The bench on which he sat was suddenly drenched by a wind shift. The rainwater poured over him, running down his stomach. She lifted her head, stroking him, and looked him in the eyes. 

"I love rainstorms," she whispered, as the thunder erupted again. 

She took his cock into her mouth, swallowing him entirely. He moaned, his head flopping backward, as she expertly sucked his dick. Using her hand as an extension of her very talented mouth, she took him deep, swirling her tongue over his shaft and head, slowly bobbing up and down on him. She stroked him with her mouth and hands several times, then pulled him out, licking down his cock and licking his very hard, tight balls. He gasped as she sucked one hard nut into her mouth, using a finger to push on that sensitive spot between his sac and his ass, stroking his prick the whole time. She licked and sucked his balls for several moments, stroking him, tickling his spot. She licked back up his throbbing prick, taking him back into her wet mouth. 

"I think you better stop, Karen," he moaned. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and kept stroking. 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Because I don't want to cum yet, and I want to return the favor," he said, standing. His cock, very hard and pulsing, slapped against her cheek. She moaned. 

He helped her up, kissing her hard and deep, then sat her down on the same bench. 

The rain continued, pouring through the same opening, drenching them both, neither caring. She spread her legs for him, using her hands and opening her pussy lips wide for him. He wiped his lips as he kneeled before her, almost salivating at the sight of her wet slit, her hard pink clit. 

"Like what you see?" she said huskily. 

In response, he licked her. He licked her from the bottom of her wet pussy, slowly upwards, over her lips, landing on her clitty. She shivered, moaning lightly, as he took his tongue downward again, sliding it into her hole. He tongue fucked her, his nose bumping against her hard clit. 

"Oh my god what are you doing to me?" she gasped, the feeling intense and indescribable. 

He continued to tongue her open slit, keeping his nose active on her clitty, for several long moments. She grabbed her big tits, twisting her nipples, pinching and pulling them, adding to her great sexual pleasure. He left her slit, and concentrated his tongue on her hard clit, flicking his tongue over her, occasionally making it flat and lapping her, taking the tip and circling around her, then licking frantically. He slid a finger, then two, inside her wet cunt, running his tongue all over her button. 

"Oh god, Rick, I want you in me," she panted. "Please, fuck me now, please." 

He stood, helping her up. He took her hand and moved to the outside of the kiosk. The rain enveloped them, as he turned her around, bending her over the stair railing. She pushed her hips back toward him, reaching behind to grab his cock. They both guided his fat dick to her wet pussy, teasing the entrance with his head. 

As the thunder pealed again, he entered her. She lowered her head and moaned loudly, the sound mingling with the end of the lasted cannonade. He stayed deep inside her, spreading her ass with one hand and tickling the entrance to her ass. She pushed back against him, trying to force him deeper inside her. He pulled back, to the tip of his dick, and made circles at the entrance with the head. 

They started to fuck, slowly at first, then faster. He kept playing with her asshole, occasionally slapping her nice ass cheek, making moan, making her push back against him. 

The lightening flashed, bathing them both in an eerie glow. The thunder crashed, making the ground shake. The rain kept pouring, adding to her wetness, allowing him to slip his finger in her tight ass. 

"I want to see your face when I cum, Karen," Rick hissed, pulling out of her. She quickly turned around, sitting down on the top step. He crawled on top of her, the two of them kissing madly, as he shoved his cock back inside her. 

She lifted her hips, pushing against him. She dropped one hand to her clit, flicking over her hard button, one hand lifting her nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking it. He fucked her hard, slamming his dick deep in her tight pussy. 

His prick became a blurring piston, plowing deep inside her, pulling out to the very tip and burying deep again. She moaned, her fingers frantically working her clitty, letting her tit fall and grabbing his ass. She wanted more of him inside her, deeper, faster, harder. 

"Oh, Rick, god, that's nice, I'm gonna cum soon, don't stop," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips and driving him deeper inside her wanting slit. 

He pushed harder, feeling his balls tighten, knowing his orgasm was close. 

The lightening flashed nearby, striking a tree close to the pavilion. The tree and the thunder exploded at the same time, shaking the ground and the kiosk. She came, hard, shouting loudly with the thunder, her pussy palpitating on his cock. 

He grunted and filled her nice cunt with his load, his hot juice leaking out of her spasming pussy. He didn't slow, but kept fucking her hard and deep, pushing more of his cum inside her. 

He opened his eyes and looked down at her, both of them drenched by the rain. She smiled up at him, almost shyly, and reached for his face. He lowered his face to hers, kissing her, as he slowed his hips. 

As they kissed, the rain began to slow down. The storm moved off, leaving them both naked and wet, holding each other close, kissing. 

The dogs padded over, standing over them, waiting to return home...



In the Rain



Rain pattered on the window as I looked out over the rolling ocean. I felt like a little kid whose day had been ruined because he couldn't go out to play. We'd booked the cabin on the beach nearly a year in advance, and we'd managed to hit a time where we were the only people around, at least for a few more days. I'd hoped to get out and take advantage of that privacy. At the very least, I hadn't planned to spend vacation sitting inside.

I hadn't really seen a lot of my lady, even though the cabin wasn't large. It was okay, we were both adult human beings, and capable of entertaining ourselves without the help of the other. Nevertheless, I'd tried reading one of the books I'd brought along, but couldn't concentrate. I found myself wishing the cabin had a TV. 

I was pouting, but I couldn't help it. We'd paid a lot for the cabin, and I'd been anticipating this trip for quite a while, only to be kicked in the balls by mother nature.

Then, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her gently smiling face. God, she was beautiful. I suddenly felt like the luckiest man on Earth, to be here alone with this lovely woman.

Straightening, I opened my arms and gathered her in. Her fine curves pressed perfectly against my body. For a while, I just held her, basking in the warmth of her closeness, the fact of her presence. Her head rested on my chest, and I leaned my face into her hair, breathing in the smell of her.

"Sorry I'm being such a petulant child," I finally whispered into the top of her head.

"It's okay," she said, "I know you've been looking forward to seeing the ocean. Sorry it's so crappy out."

In response, all I could do is offer a heavy sigh.

Just then, I felt her head lift up. I looked down into a face adorned with a naughty little grin.

"You know something I've always wanted to do, baby?"

"What's that?" I answered with my own question.

Her hand reached up, slid around my neck and into my hair. "I want to make love in the rain."

I was taken temporarily aback. This wasn't like her. As far as we knew, we were alone, with no other people for at least a half mile on each side of us. It was unlikely we'd be seen, but there was always that possibility. She was a very private person. To potentially exhibit herself in such a manner went against what I knew about her. Still, it was these occasional breaks in that reticence that aroused me no end.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I found myself stiffening at the thought as I stood there.

"Yeah," she responded decisively. "C'mon." She grabbed my hand, threw open the door, and headed toward the rolling water before us.

It was warm out, so the rain was pleasant. Within minutes, our hair was soaked and hung limply and heavily down. Our clothes clung to our bodies, revealing what we had on beneath.

About halfway to the water, she stopped and turned to me. I was about to ask what she wanted, when she clapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips desperately to mine. I brought my arms around her body as I returned her kiss, until any question I had regarding what we were planning to do was forgotten.

When we moved away from one another, we stood in the rain and just gazed at the person across from us. God, I loved this woman. The look I saw on her face told me she felt the same about me.

Then, she got a playful glint in her eye, and I felt her hands start to pull at my soaked T-shirt. In seconds, I was naked from the waist up. As she threw my shirt on the ground, I took the cue and stripped off her shirt. There was one more item to get rid of after that, but her bra fell prey to my skilled fingers in no time.

This was the most daring we'd ever been, to my recollection, but it was so erotic, so romantic, I certainly wasn't going to end it. I'd seen her in the shower before, and as lovely a sight as that was, it was nothing compared to what I saw right then. The fact that we were out in the open, the gentle rain falling over us, just made her that much sexier to me.

Reaching for her, my hands met wet, bare skin. I pulled her in again, our rain-slicked bodies pressing together. Not wanting to resist the urge, I leaned down and kissed her once more, the taste of her lips and the sound of the waves just beyond us kindling my desire for her even higher.

Next, I felt deft hands working the button and zipper of my shorts. Not to be left out, I went to work on hers. Before long, we both stood with our pants at our ankles, nude but for our underwear. A quick tug revealed what was beneath that, but the fabric was waterlogged and didn't want to let go all the way. 

Giggling, we fumbled out of our remaining clothing, finally standing naked out in the rain. My god, it felt good. I couldn't remember ever having been this nude, this out in the open. It was the most exposed I could recall ever being. And I was doing it with my own beautiful lady, who -- as always -- looked positively fantastic, but this time, even more so.

There was no hiding my arousal at both the situation, and the sight of who I was with. Her excitement was pretty obvious, too.

I wondered what we were going to do next (I could have kissed her for hours by now) but was saved asking with, "C'mon," again and a tug on my hand.

The beach was, of course, wet and packed down by the rain, but she walked confidently to the waterline and gracefully sat on the sand.

Before I had the chance to sit with her, she reached for my attentive member and lovingly and expertly began to work her magic.

By this time, I couldn't have cared less if we'd have had a crowd around us. My lovely lady knew how to please me, and she was exhibiting that talent and skill to the peak of all her ample ability. For several minutes she continued, her fingers joining her mouth and tongue to enhance the experience. Her touch was maddeningly arousing, and I loved every moment.

All too soon, I felt my finish approaching, but didn't want this encounter to end so quickly. Gently, I touched her face, lifting her eyes toward mine. Not wanting to break the spell with words, I caressed her cheek as she continued her pleasuring, smiling as best she could while doing so.

Finally, it was necessary to move her off me, and I helped her to her feet, where I again pulled her in tightly, my urgency pressing against her stomach as we embraced. Our lips once more found each other, and we spent several minutes in this singular pleasure before moving on.

When we did move again, it was my turn. I pulled away from her lips and began to kiss my way down her face, down her chest, until I came to the lovely swell of her breasts. Carefully and lovingly, I licked the raindrops away, knowing they'd be replaced soon by others. I lavished much attention on the taut, sensitive flesh, drawing the most delicious sounds from her throat.

Much as I wanted to spend more time here, I knew there were even greater pleasures waiting below. Leaving this beautiful part of her gorgeous body, I began kissing my way down her rain-slicked skin, on my way to the warm, sensitive haven I so greatly desired.

The rain began to come down a bit harder as I reached the neatly trimmed tuft of hair that guarded the most beautiful part of her already-beautiful body. Through the falling rain and the scent of the ocean at our sides, I could smell her arousal at what we were doing. As I kissed my way down that little patch of dark hair, she spread her legs, allowing all that trapped odor of eroticism to finally escape.

Immediately, my head was filled with her fragrance. There was no turning back now. I leaned forward and began to please her the way she had me. My hands reached around and gripped the round perfection of her behind, pulling her closer to my eager mouth and tongue.

This being one of my favorite ways to delight a woman, I prepared myself to settle in and do everything in my power to make her go wild. 

And that, I most certainly managed to do. Just as she'd whipped me into a sexual frenzy, I swiftly wound her into a frantic ball of sensitized nerves.

Before long, she stepped in to me, making my already awkward position even more difficult to maintain, until I fell back to the sand. Wiping the rain from my eyes, I looked up at her and saw the lust on her face. 

Well, I knew what she wanted, and by that time, I was more than ready for it, too. Laying back, I felt the surf wash just at my outstretched hand, but ignored it for the moment, since she was straddling my hips, beginning to lower herself on my thick, waiting manhood.

When she finally settled, I was fully engulfed in her warm grasp. Both our moans were only barely overwhelmed by the waves on the beach as we basked in the singular feeling of intimacy, this ultimate togetherness.

After a brief moment, she started rocking, causing me to slide in and out of her fabulous slickness in the most delectable way. The sensations coursing through me were tremendous. I was sure she was experiencing similar feelings, if the sounds she made were any indication.

The rain started coming down harder, and I felt the waves at my side, washing over my shoulder. I decided a change in position was in order.

As we maneuvered our rain-soaked bodies for the next part of our loving endeavor, I heard a rumble of thunder, but still, we were both too far gone to stop at that point. Besides, it was pretty obvious we were both on the edge of climax, so if the weather was going to turn really ugly, unless it happened immediately, we'd still have time.

When I positioned myself between her luscious legs, I took a moment to admire the beauty before me, soon to be beneath me. However, I wasn't about to spend too long, because I felt the waves at my feet, and was sure that soon they'd be far higher.

With no necessary preliminaries, I pushed forward and once more into her. Oh, god, how incredible it felt! I'd no more than started moving and we were both moaning louder and more urgently than before. We'd finish before the gentle rain we'd started with turned into a full-blown storm, of that I was sure.

Within minutes of starting in this position, I felt the waves slapping my thrusting rear. The tide was rising quickly, and if we didn't finish soon, we'd be having our own "From Here to Eternity" moment. I felt my own climax imminent, and hers seemed ready to sweep over her at any moment, so I just kept going.

The rain came down harder, and this time when the thunder boomed, my orgasm accompanied it. I shouted against the coming storm as I released myself into her giving, receiving body. 

The onset of my climax brought on hers, and she screamed out her pleasure as she gripped my body with her hands and at the point where the majority of our pleasure originated.

Any other time, once the urgency began to ebb, I'd have collapsed onto her and she'd have wrapped her arms around me and we'd have laid like that for a while. We'd stay that way, not wanting to break our close connection, until either I softened enough that I slipped free of her, or she needed to breathe. This time, we didn't have the luxury.

When a wave crashed over both our heads, we looked into each other's surprised eyes in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. When the next burst of thunder sounded right overhead, and we heard the sear of lightning nearby, we decided to get going. I rolled off her and quickly stood, then held out out a hand for her to take. I nearly lifted her off the ground in getting her to her feet, but we dashed back to the cabin, gathering up discarded clothing as we went, laughing all the way.

Back inside, we slammed the door, dropped the wet clothes on the floor, and came right back into each other's arms. Inside, without the warmth of the air -- which had admittedly cooled off significantly the closer the storm got -- we both started to shiver, being as we were both completely drenched. It was warm where our bodies touched, but any exposed skin was becoming really cold.

Still, I felt the need to kiss her, so I lowered my face to hers, which she readily met. When we finally parted, I asked, "So, was it what you'd hoped it'd be?"

She gazed up at me with such love, it was overwhelming. "It was everything I hoped it'd be." She hugged me close.

"But right now, I need a hot shower. I'm freezing!"

As she trotted toward the bathroom, I watched her shapely bottom bounce. "Want some company?" I shouted after her.

Just before she turned the corner, she looked back at me, another naughty smile on her face. "C'mon," she said, saucily, then ducked behind the door frame... 



In the Rain



Amy snapped her wrist in an upward motion then stepped back to admire her work. The annoying throb in her lower back subsided, and the confidence trickling through her lifted her spirits. It was exactly how she had pictured it. The colors bold, lines soft. Imagined images of presenting the piece for display in the art gallery downtown, flicked through her mind, widening her smile.

In her moment of excitement, her thoughts suddenly shifted to what Mark might have thought of it. "Its beautiful Amy, just like you," she knew he would say or perhaps, "your artistic creations showcase your inner beauty," he'd tell her then wrap her up in his arms and spin her back out. He would love it too. Just as he did every thing she created with paints or otherwise. Closing her eyes, she refused to acknowledge the tightening of her chest that often came with thoughts of her late husband. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and gently reminded herself that he had been gone for nearly 6 years.

Amy sighed inwardly as she tapped her answering machine with only her fingernails, contemplating the play button. She knew Jeff's voice would awkwardly request her company to an over priced meal in town where he would blatantly try to seduce her. She hated rejecting her newly divorced neighbor, but couldn't bear another night of his droning conversation, and unflattering flirting. She rolled her eyes, as each of her dates in the last four years mirrored the one before in her mind. They always ended in a drunken blur, a bed full of tissues and regret.

Gunther whined in the corner unknowingly helping to redirect her thoughts. A heavy sigh blew between her lips, she turned from the answering machine to meet Gunther's impatient stare. With his ears perked and his tail thumping viciously against the wall she couldn't help but to giggle. Amy grabbed his leash from the wall considering, only for a moment, grabbing a sweater. The leaves had begun to fall outside and she knew the slight breeze could be chilly. If it rained, she thought, it would make her walk that much better. Amy smoothed her dress, gave herself a quick glance in her full length mirror, then whistling for Gunther, she headed for the door. 

The smell of rain and the warm breeze filled her senses as she stepped outside. Inhaling slowly, she enjoyed the soft breeze that danced across her shoulders and swept her hair into a lazy flight relaxing her body. The smell of coming rain surrounding her and the leaves crunching under her feet cleared any prodding thoughts. 

Sauntering between the small trees that lined the worn and narrow path off her back yard, she thought about her next painting. Gunther galloped ahead marking his spots and sniffing for any new smells. Amy inhaled another lingering breath and welcomed the colors, lines and forms that filled the forefront of her thoughts. 

A low rumbling growl of warning from Gunther snapped her attention to her dog. Crouched low to the ground he watched something that she herself could not see, something passed the line of trees ahead. Rarely did they encounter anyone else out here, which was part of the beauty of living several miles outside of town. Even so she didn't feel fear, but rather curiosity. Just another person out enjoying the start of the fall weather, Amy thought as she confidently approached her dog and stroked his standing hair, before making her way to the edge of the trees. 

A man stood only a few yards away with his back to her holding, what she guessed to be a camera to his face. Instead of heading in a different direction and leaving the man to his business, she stood completely still and watched him. Something about the fluidity in which he moved heightened her curiosity, reminded her of Mark. 

Her eyes flicked over the flannel material that covered his broad shoulders and lean torso. She had never seen him around the small town she lived in, she was sure of that. He would be hard not to notice. Her gaze dropped to his waist, taking notice that the faded blue jeans he wore fit him nicely. Her gaze lingered before lazily following his long legs down to the dark boots he wore on his feet. A tattoo on his forearm uncovered by his rolled up sleeves, caught her attention but she couldn't make out what it was. She wondered half heartedly what he was like. Something about just the sight of him intrigued her, catching her slightly off guard. 

Clyde clicked the shutter of his camera capturing the dark rolling clouds, the tree braches that seemed to reach for them, and the naked hills in the distance. The high desert had been a pleasant surprise supplying just what he needed to indulge in his hobby. 

The snapping sound of a twig and the crunching of fallen leaves sent him spinning on his heels towards the sound, his camera still pressed against his face. He hardly expected to see the beautiful woman that filled his lens, and barely noticed the dog at her side. She stood perfectly still staring at him, her shoulders squared, her wide open eyes reflecting slight surprise. Slowly he lowered the camera and smiled awkwardly at the woman watching him, wondering how long she had been standing there. 

Amy's breath caught in her throat when their eyes met. His hair hung defiantly against his face, dark and untamed, amusement flashing in his blue eyes. The short stubble on his unshaven face darkened the line of his strong jaw, and his smile caused her to struggle with an uneven breath. There was something that lurked just under the surface, something mysterious, dark even, that captivated her. 

"Hello," Clyde offered nodding to her. 

"Hi," she mumbled, unsure if he had even heard her. He looked so much like Mark. 

The curious glare of his gaze sent a chill dancing up her arms. She was barely aware that Gunther had lost interest and was now in the thick of the trees. 

Her mind screamed at her to say something else, or at least look away, yet she did neither.

Clyde raised an eyebrow at her strange demeanor, but quickly abandoned the thought as a pair of hawks flew fitfully above the trees behind her. He quickly brought his camera back to his face, capturing a shot of the birds. Keeping the pose for a moment he contemplated his new surroundings. She was still watching him, seemingly frozen in place. He shifted his weight, as a breeze swirled her peach colored dress around her knees, revealing her shapely pale legs. Her long honey colored hair blew softly off her slender shoulders, and before he could finish the thought, he clicked the shutter closed. 

Amy felt her blood pool under the skin of her cheeks. Had she imagined the sound of the shutter? No, she didn't think so. Her mind raced yet she couldn't form a clear thought. Standing as if concrete held her in place, she waited for him to lower the camera again. 

He didn't. And as this handsome stranger continued to watch her through the lens, she felt heat rush over her skin in a raw mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Her mouth felt dry, and despite the breeze perspiration dotted her skin. 

Clyde watched her, smiling behind the camera, a little surprised by her lack of reaction to the photo he had just taken of her. Her almost black eyes reflected something he couldn't quite indentify as they fell to the exposed skin of his chest. His blood stirred as he studied her full, slightly parted lips. 

The quickening of her breaths brought his attention to the rise and fall of her small supple breasts, their tips hard and pressing through the material of her cotton dress. Another gust of warm wind blew her dress tight against her small frame, and Clyde found himself following the lines of her waist and hips. Again he closed the shutter, ignoring the strange feel the situation produced. 

Strong tingles of excitement swept through her as the sound of the shutter echoed in her ears. Was she crazy to just stand there and let a perfect stranger take photographs of her? He angled the camera, still focused on her as she shivered against the long forgotten feeling of desire that hit her like a strong bolt of lightning. What was happening to her?

Again the sound of the shutter filled her ears and the heat rushing over the surface of her skin grew to flames that licked furiously at her flesh. The thin silk of her panties captured the heat that rose between her legs, dissolving her mind's resistance to her body's reaction.

She held her breath as he lowered the camera, and met her gaze. Like twin flames, his eyes bore into her, quickening the pulse between her thighs. She barely noticed the first couple of rain drops that fell with a splash on her heated skin. 

Clyde struggled to keep his feet planted. He wanted to touch her and the fact that he knew nothing about her, no longer mattered. The sight of her made it hard to swallow. His grip tightened on the camera and all rational thoughts dissolved. He watched as the rain dampened her hair, skin, and dress. She didn't move. He moved slowly towards her, adrenaline racing through him, watching her slender throat as it worked to swallow. 

The rain began to fall harder, soaking her dress to a sheer thin material. He could see her skin through the clinging dress, the curves of her hips and hollow of her belly button. Her hardened nipples created a low groan collecting in his throat.

Thunder crashed in the distance, rain water dripped off his hair and into his eyes blurring his vision slightly. He continued to close the distance between them, watching her; stoping only when he was inches away from porcelain like face. Her dark, intensity filled eyes searched his own. Her small lips quivered slightly, goose bump's springing from her pale skin. The smell of jasmine filled his nostrils as he lifted his camera. 

"Clyde, my name is Clyde" he whispered hoarsely, watching a rain drop travel the length of her neck.

Amy smiled, "Amy," she told him watching his lips curve.

She struggled to comprehend the effect this stranger had on her, or the way she was responding. She could feel his heat, hear his uneven breath. The raw, musky smell of him mixed with tobacco swirled around her and she clenched her thighs in an attempt to ease the pressure and tingle between them. Even his eyes shared many similarities to Marks. 

She watched his jaw clench, and heard the shutter close again only inches away from her. His unruly hair swirled around his thick neck, and she found herself watching the rain water roll down his stubble covered face. She seemed to have little control over her own actions or even her thoughts.

He lowered the camera, sexuality filling his clear blue eyes, his breathing a little raspy. She swallowed hard, her skin burning in the places she yearned for him to touch, anticipation rumbling through her. 

He moved his hand towards her, his gaze sliding over her soaked face, and gently pushed her wet hair away from her eyes. A grin raised one side of his lips in response to her smile. He knew that she was feeling something very similar to what he felt, and he knew he would act on it. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice sounding almost forced.

She only smiled in response and felt a rush swamp her body, heat radiating through her from the inside out. His eyes flicked over her face, as if looking for permission and when her smile widened his eyes seemed to change, becoming darker as he watched her. 

Something in her, feminine yet completely primal came alive, when their lips met. She pressed her body against his solid chest, and slid her arms around his neck. His tongue slipped through her parted lips, sensually dancing with hers. A low groan rumbled from his throat, adding to her excitement. She had forgotten what a passionate kiss was like, how her whole body could respond with riveting, desire.

A throaty moan stalled in her own throat as his hands moved down over her body, touching her breasts, her stomach, hips before grabbing her ass and lifting her easily off the ground. Amy wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist pressing her sex against the bulge in his pants. Tiny pulses of anticipation shot through her veins, as his body trembled against her own. 

"Don't stop, please don't," she whispered between hard, deep breaths. She felt a little out of control and knew she was acting completely out of character, but she didn't care. It felt good to do something wild, something different and crazy. 

Clyde's desire ripped through him as her words filled his ears. Every muscle in his body suddenly ached. His lips moved across the soft skin of her face until he caught her earlobe between his lips. "I wasn't planning to," he whispered softly. 

She jumped slightly in his arms, as thunder crashed again in the distance. The heat of her body and the urgency he sensed from her was almost more then he could bear. Closing his eyes, he demanded himself to stay in control. His desire seemed to roar in response, forcing him to fight the urge to lay her down and fuck her until he found his release. He wanted to savor this once in a lifetime experience. 

Amy let her head fall back as his lips moved across her skin, the stubble on his face scrapping against her, sending frantic beats of pleasure pulsating through her. She let a long moan glide from her throat, her toes curling in her sandals. 

Holding her weight in one arm, he pulled her dress up until he could feel the cool, damp, silky skin of her ass. He flexed his rough hands over the taunt skin, and felt her head fall against his shoulder. The contrast of his rough hands scraping against her soft skin was mouth-watering. 

She heard him grunt, his voice sounding strangled. He stood completely still for a moment his head resting against the space between her breasts. She felt the rain splash her face as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, his muscles tense and rigid under her finger tips. 

Slowly she lifted her head, and searched his eyes when their gaze met. She kissed him tenderly, wanting desperately to melt into his chest. 

"Hang on," he told her, his voice thick.

Amy clutched his shoulders, and squeezed her thighs against his hips as his arm snaked around her waist and lowered both their bodies to the wet patch of grass beneath them. 

Clyde hovered above her, resting his weight on one elbow, allowing himself time to reclaim his control. Rain splashed against her body as he watched her breasts rise and fall with rapid, shallow breaths. His gaze holding her own, he lowered himself to lie beside her and traced his finger across her bottom lip and down her body until he came to her thighs. 

There he lingered, and kissed her throat before closing his lips around her hardened nipple through the wet material of her dress. Gently he touched her inner thigh caressing it, until she let her legs fall apart. He watched her face as his fingers slipped under the silk of her panties, easily parting and slipping through the warm, puffy lips of her pussy. His muscles twitching he watched her, eagerly pushing the tip of his finger inside her slick opening, stroking her gently and listening to her soft moans. 

The need to taste her consumed him and in a swift movement he positioned himself between her legs, pushed her panties aside, and lowered his head until he could suck her swollen clit into his mouth. His tongue early tasting, feeling her. 

Amy cried out in shock as pleasure exploded through her, he suckled her begging clit, flicked his tongue across it as her heels dug into the wet grass. The rain continued to splash her face, as his fingers moved inside of her, pushing against her throbbing walls. The sensations of hot and cold made her body shake and tighten as her temperature rose. His movements were gentle, as she arched her back and relished the sensations that she had longed for, for so long. 

She knew her orgasm was approaching quickly as her body trembled against his touch and the wet grass beneath her. Only moments later and in a scream of erotic ecstasy she flooded his fingers with her climax, bucking her hips against his face. White hot flashes burned through her in a rippling effect as wave after wave of delicious aftershocks rocked her body. 

Slowly she felt him remove his fingers, lifting his head to smile broadly at her. Standing, his eyes never leaving hers, he unbuttoned his jeans his smile transforming to a playful, devious grin. She wanted to feel him inside her, and hastily ripped her panties down her legs. She watched him struggle to get the wet denim past his hips, smiling when his cock, hard and throbbing, jumped from his jeans. 

Through her erotic haze, Amy moved towards his rigid cock, taking the tip between her lips. A noise somewhere between a roar and a moan escaped him, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the swollen tip, pressing her lips around it and bringing it to the back of her throat. His slick shaft slid easily into her mouth; she sucked hungrily, touching her sensitive clit in gentle slow circles. His fingers tangled themselves into her wet hair and she could feel him vibrate as she wrapped her hand just below her lips twisting and pulling, saturating his shaft with her saliva. 

Gathering her hair away from her face, he watched her, her soft mouth eagerly sucking and sliding down is cock. Pleasure ripped at him, his knees felt weak and he struggled to stay standing. He watched her slender fingers touch her clit, little moans gurgled from her as her tongue twisting around the head of his cock.

Only when he knew he couldn't handle it much more did he pull her away and lower himself to his knees. His fingers hooked the straps of her dress, slipping it down her arms. She smiled at him as her breasts bounced out of her dress. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. 

"You're pretty irresistible yourself," she said almost giggling. 

Slanting his mouth over hers he kissed her, lowering her back down until she was flat against the cool wet grass. His lips left her own, traveling down her neck, then further until he captured a hard wet nipple between his lips. 

Her pussy twitched as another wave of pleasure lapped over her. Eager to feel him, she wrapped her hand around the hot soft skin of his shaft and pulled gently until the tip of his cock brushed her clit. 

Amy gasped, letting her head fall back as she used it, rocking her hips so that his cock slid over her clit back and forth, over and over again. Irresistible sensations burned in her, the need she felt quickly becoming overwhelming. 

She moaned hoarsely, loud in an attempt to release some of the tension ripping through her. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, his own tension apparent, etched in his eyes. She leaned forward and slowly guided his throbbing cock into her pussy, her breath stalled.

He pushed into her, stretching her, inch by tantalizing inch he moved until he completely filled her. Amy whimpered, rocking her hips slightly, trying to accommodate him. It had been so long since she had been with a man; it almost felt like the first time. She wiggled against him as hot liquid seeped from her. 

He didn't move, instead with his cock buried inside her, be bent his head and suckled one nipple then the other, giving her time to adjust around him. 

Amy squirmed under him, desperate for him to move inside her. Finally he moved, gliding in and out of her in rhythmic motion. She moaned heavily as heat raced over her skin, the walls of her pussy gripping his cock. She couldn't stop herself; she withered and pushed underneath him as her orgasm grew nearer, rocking herself and molding his cock inside her.

He pushed against her, filling her small body up with his rigid shaft, she was tight so wet and so good. The sensations of hot wet friction sent flickers of flame shooting through his veins. His balls rolled and he felt his cock twitch as she squirmed, thrusting her hips to collide with his own. 




In the Rain



She heard him grit his teeth, and felt his muscles tense as her climax took over. She quaked and shuttered against his chest, ecstasy rushing through her body, until she collapsed, limp and panting. The cool wet grass felt incredible on her heated skin. She lay trying to remember how to breathe, her body still quaking. He remained completely still inside her and when she opened her eyes, she felt her cheeks flush. He was starring at her, a goofy grin painted sloppily on his handsome face. 

Clyde couldn't move. He closed his eyes and tried to feel only the cold rain on his back; concentrating on the rain drops splashing against the soft skin of her breasts, the way the water pooled in the dip between her collar bones; the sight nearly tore his control to shreds. The look in her eyes, the smell of her skin, the way she felt clutching his cock was intoxicating. She was so beautiful, so delicious. 

When he knew he could, he began to move slowly inside of her, stroking her wet pussy until she began to arch and purr beneath him again. Her lips parted, her breathing coming in shallow pants, he watched her looking into her barely focused eyes. 

Thunder crashed above them and lightning sliced through the sky illuminating her face further, the sensual lines and curves shadowed in the flash of light. She shrunk against his chest, hiding her face and trembled slightly. He wondered if it was him or the thunder that made her shake. 

She wrapped her legs around him lifting her ass off the grass so that he could push himself deeper inside her, and felt her grip on his shoulders slide. The rain was coming down harder now, showering them in their dance. He was close, his muscles tensing painfully, he willed himself to hold back. She gasped and rocked beneath him, moaning quietly against his neck.

His hips moved with more force, pushing his cock deeper inside of her, drinking in the sight. He moved faster, harder until she was screaming against him. He listened to her erratic breathing as his cock throbbed against her tight wet walls. He summoned what was left of his control and steadied his own breaths, watching her intently slide through her excitement, her pleasure. He slowed his thrusts, her eyes swam with passion. Her cheeks colored a flushed dark pink; she blinked up at him as if coming out of a haze, a soft smile ironing out the tremble in her lips. 

Pushing his body lower to curve his cock into the tight welcoming wetness of her pussy, he clenched is jaw as his own orgasm began to take him. She moaned her body tensing beneath him, her breath hot against the cool skin of his face. 

She lost herself in the sensations lapping over her body; clawed at his back, and rocked herself against him. His body protecting her from the cold of the rain, was rigid against her spasms of sensual bliss that sent her mind reeling. She wanted to press herself into him as she clutched his trembling arms, another climax claiming her mind and body; pleasure shaking her, twisting through her body in a ragging explosion, reaching every part of her. 

She heard him groan, and felt him tense, twitch as she held herself as close as she could to him. She sucked air into her lungs and tried to steady her heart, following the lines of his face with her eyes. She memorized his lips, the color and intensity of his eyes, the way his jaw clenched and trembled. Time seemed to stand still as she watched him, lavishing in the moment. 

Clyde concentrated on her swollen lips, as he bit down on his own in an attempt to hold back his own bliss, watching the wildness in her eyes. He felt her chest heaving against his own as her eyes lost their focus. 

Unable to hold on any longer, Clyde gripped her waist and allowed his own climax to ravage his body. Every muscle strained then relaxed, as he filled her tight pussy with ropes of his own cum, groaning as his cock throbbed deep inside of her. 

Completely drained Amy lay limp in the wet grass, flinching at the rain drops on her flushed skin. The stranger she had just given herself to lie beside her, breathing hard. She turned to look at him, when she felt him move, and watched him stand. Amy now feeling a vague sense of self awareness smoothed out her wet dress and covered her body. 

She watched him struggle to pull his wet jeans back up, and smiled shyly at him, when their eyes met. Grabbing his camera, she held it out to him as he helped her to her feet. Their eyes locked for several moments before their lips met in what would be their final kiss. 

"You are an amazing woman," he whispered in her ear. "Maybe we'll see each other again." 

Amy couldn't speak; she stood trying to collect her senses and watched him smile broadly at her before turning to leave. She watched him walk away from her until she knew her own legs would carry her, and turned away whistling for Gunther. 

A smile on her face, and a feeling of satisfaction filling her, she walked quickly through the dying rain until she was home. Stripping her dress from her now freezing skin Annie got in the shower and thought about the man she had just met. She felt her heart thump as she remembered the pictures he had taken of her and wondered if he would keep them. A smile spread across her tense lips and she decided that Clyde would become part of her next painting. 

Continue?