2 comments/ 13037 views/ 0 favorites Rain on the Window By: Rooooo It was raining outside. The tip of his cock glistened as he stroked it. He squeezed a drop of precum to the opening of his penis and smoothed it over the head. It had been five years since that wonderful night and he wanted to try to remember every detail. And now an email arrived, a voice from the past. He sat there engulfing himself into a dream of a love too far away.... It had been a long flight and he was tired as he sat on the bed in the hotel room. He hated all the hassle of immigration, customs and then battling for a taxi, endlessly waiting for procedure or protocol. He could have just fallen asleep there, but then a rush of adrenaline raced through his body as he pondered expectantly about the upcoming events for the evening He went over to the window and looked out as the sun was setting. "Nice view," he thought as he saw the clouds rolling in from the west blocking the last light from the sun. "We're going to have a storm." He hoped that she would be alright driving into town. It was a long way and she needed to be back in plenty of time that evening. They had met online almost 12 months ago. They had shared the plights of their existence, their tears and then their dreams, their desires and wants. Now they would be together. When the knock on the door came, his heart leapt, but he should have never had any doubts. She was as radiant and beautiful as he had imagined. Both smiling they embraced at the door and he took her hand and led her inside. She was tall, fair and wonderfully sexy. They were lost in desire as they idly chatted about the weather, the journey and then they sat on the side of the bed. Showing photos of the trip, he could feel her pushing closer to him. It was the most wonderful feeling, her soft breasts seemed to hug him. Enough of this, he thought, they were both ready. It was amazing how quickly they undressed and they found themselves admiring their naked bodies. She was so gorgeous, her soft skin was shining. Her full breasts sparkled with the heat of her passion. He came up to her and held her, kissing her neck and smelling her sent. He caressed her back and his hands moved down to hold her cheeks. He squeezed them and she quivered. Suddenly, she pushed him back onto the bed, almost instantly, his cock rose to enter her. This was too quick, he thought, there was much more to do first. Giggling, he flipped her over and sat on her admiring her delicious breasts. Her nipples hardened with desire and he bent down to suck on them. Nibbling each with his teeth, and licking around her armpit, he kissed her, sucking on her tongue. He wanted to taste her, he couldn't wait to see the object of his lust. Licking her stomach he turned to her beautiful smooth and perfectly shaved pussy. He paused to smell the aroma, gently licking each side of her lips, avoiding her clitoris, which was swelling quickly. Teasing her, he concentrated on the sides of her vulva, his tongue darting in and out and then gliding into her hole, already dripping with her juice. Licking around her vulva, he found her anus, and pushed a finger inside. She gasped and giggled. He longed to push his cock inside here arsehole, but knew that could wait for another time! She was grinning on her back, when he turned around, spread her legs wide and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her wet pussy. He just wanted to force it inside her but he resisted and concentrated on rubbing his glans against her clit. He could wait no longer and he gasped as her lips grasped his cut head and sucked him inside. His knob was so swollen and his pumping only served to harden his muscle more than ever before. He felt her breasts against his chest and he sucked on her neck as he fucked her deeply. She turned him over and rode him furiously. Jumping up and down on his pole, he held her arse, and guided her up and down. She was wet and he held his cock and pushed it against her pussy and clit. He felt her pussy holding his cock tighter and tighter and her breaths were shallow and fast. Outside the storm was raging. Their tongues met and in their passion they exploded together. A crash of thunder burst with their climax. Hot cum spewed from his cock and filled her pussy, she felt his hardness break and the sticky semen flowed over her thighs. They collapsed onto their backs and panting, laughing, and smiling at each other, they caressed again, as he shut his eyes as in heaven. There was still just enough time for another round. She was already sucking on his soft dick. He was giggling as her tongue tickled his balls. It didn't take long for his shaft to grow hard. She was sucking the remaining cum from his tube and he layback enjoying the attention. He had never felt like this before. She was so skillful with her lips and tongue. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the head, licking the juice oozing from the slit and then engulfing the whole shaft in one swallow. Turning her onto her knees, he bent down to lick her own slit. He tasted his reward over her smooth lips and licked around her tight hole. Pushing inside her, he held her cheeks and then lent forward to hold her breasts from behind while fucking her. She was moaning when he finally pulled out and sprayed over her chest. She grinned as she rubbed the evidence over her nipples.... The storm had subsided, but the rain was still falling against the window. His hand was filled with semen, sticky, white and pungent. He gazed outside with so many different emotions. The memories were so strong. There was sorrow of having so little time. There was fervor in the lust that moves all obstacles. There was contentment of a love that would always endure. There was solace in the knowledge that love always prevails. Rain on the Window She stood at the window, blanket around her, and watched the raindrops land on the windowpane. The drops stood for a bit as individuals until the droplet was hit by another raindrop, or the light spray from nearby droplets, making the individuals rounder and rounder, adding volume until eventually the drop would wobble, slowly move downward and then with a rush, form a little rivulet, intermingling with others until flowing down the windowpane. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms over the blanket and her arms. They were new together, at the stage of beginning to know each other well physically and well on the way to a deeper connection. Bending down slightly, he moved his head closer to the side of her face and simultaneously gave her a deeper hug. With his lips very near her ear, "What are you so engrossed with?" She felt the warmth of his breath along the nape of her neck. It caused the fine hairs there to become erect, and she involuntarily shivered and took a quick, rapid breath from the effect of his warm words. "Life," she answered abstractly as she smiled slightly and nuzzled the side of his face. There was too much to tell without having a lifetime to tell it, to live it. He felt her curved hip and ass against the front of his pelvis. He drew her even closer, and brushed the strands of hair off her temple, moving them with his forefinger to behind her ear, and then kissed her temple – warmly and lightly. From there, he then kissed a line to her earlobe as she arched her neck to give him access. She felt the tightening in her temples, the increased warmth from his warmth, as if he was breathing life into her. She felt the pressure in her temples grow a bit as he pulled at her earlobe with his lips. Her breath, as well as his, quickened slightly. She felt that delicious intoxication of increased focus to the sensations while feeling a slight fuzziness of thought, almost like a slight confusion. "Mmmmmm..." came the throaty sound from somewhere deep within her, almost imperceptible at first, then slightly audible. It was a primal sound more felt than heard that he responded to in kind. She pushed back against him, but he didn't move, meeting her pressure with equivalent pressure of his own. She turned her head sideways towards him and they kissed deeply, looking into each other's eyes for lingering moments, trying to understand what was within that connected them. The pace of their breathing increased. He moved the blanket off of her left shoulder and drew a warm, wet line with his tongue from the top of her neck downward out along the line of her shoulder, then quickly moved back up to her neck, and blew warm breath along that line, suddenly changing its warmth to coolness, but increasing her warmth in delicious ways. He followed with a series of kisses on her shoulder and she let the blanket fall to the floor as she started to fully turn towards him. The loss of the warmth of the blanket brought a naked chill to her breasts, abdomen and the front of her thighs that still faced the window. From behind she could feel the warmth of the fire radiating from the fireplace. He stopped her movement, though, kissing her cheek, then pressing hard against her, forcing her against the window. The shock of the cold window against her skin sent shivers throughout her. Her breath immediate fogged a small area of the windowpane as he pushed her to the glass, pressing her breasts flat against it, her belly and the side of her face to the glass. "Feel the difference," he whispered, "the shock of the cold?" She did and nodded slightly as he started sucking on her earlobe. The cold wasn't pleasurable, just unexpected. It just contrasted from the heat she was feeling on her back, and increasingly inside – warmth radiating from a furnace down low. He then sucked hard on her earlobe and wrapped one arm around her from behind, moving it between the glass and her belly, then pulled her hips and ass more tightly against him, where she could now feel the hardness within his jeans against her. He toyed the earlobe with his tongue, then sucked hard, varying what he did. Her breathing was rapidly becoming more shallow and rapid as he worked the earlobe – teasing, nipping, blowing, sucking. He then kissed a line down her spine while one hand followed the curve of her side down and over the swell of her hip. The other was on the inside of her right leg just above the knee, smooth warm palm caressing the flesh as it moved upwards. Her moans were now rhythmically repeating as she undulated, biting her lower lip. So many sensations at once. He lingered at the small of her back, kissing circles there while his other hands caressed her side and the inside of her thigh. He then followed the curve of her ass with his lips, and she widened her stance a bit as his hand moved high on her inner thigh. Surely the next stroke would touch her swelling lips. It didn't. The next stroke surely would. It didn't either. She realized then he was teasing her, toying with her. At this point she turned fully towards him, not allowing any resistance and guided his mouth to hers, kissing him hard while at the same time pulling his T-shirt out of his waistband, then hurriedly fumbling with his jeans. "Damn button jeans," she snarled, moving her mouth to his nipple as he lifted the shirt off over his head. She smiled as she saw the nipple was erect. She thought but didn't say "now you know what you've been doing to me." Both of them increased their urgency, pulling the second leg off his jeans and boxer briefs over his foot as he bend down. He then kissed her midway between her belly button and the top of her shaved mound, now engorged and pink. "Oh God," she huskily murmured at his touch there, along with his hand stroking the inside of one of her thighs. She instinctively ran both hands through his hair, expecting to guide him down to her swelling lips, now glistening with tiny drops. Instead he moved his head to her breasts, tonguing a circle around each nipple and blowing to ensure they were both hard as pebbles. She stroked his huge erection as he pressed one palm to her mound while aggressively working her nipples, occasionally raising his head where they would meet in a deep kiss, then back to licking, pulling, nipping her nipples as her body began to undulate. He soon fell into the same rhythm, which was matched by her hand around his cock. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth best she could, but he instead moved his head from her breasts to her now swollen pink shaved mound. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, and kissed her mons firmly, then traced the folds of hot bare skin below it with this tongue, then opened her lips with fingers of one hand, a finger on each side, and buried his face deeply into her. She shuddered and gasped and clutched both hands with fistfuls of his hair as he worked her rapidly, tonguing her, then moving to her clit, flicking it with his tongue, lightly sucking it, drawing circles around it with the tip of his tongue. Faster. Harder. With more intensity she rhythmically bucked against him, holding fast to his hair as he worked her. In, out, trace, swirl, sucking, sucking. Her wetness was covering his face, and starting to drip down the inside of her thighs. "Cum for me baby," he murmured. "Cum for me." At that he slipped two fingers into her and flicked his tongue rapidly across her clit. He pumped his fingers and flicked his tongue faster. Faster. Harder. Faster. And then he pressed his two fingers inside her forward, as if to pinch them against his thumb on the outside, to which she arched back and groaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!" "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said as she began light convulsions within her body. The juices now ran freely from her as he licked at them, back to thrusting his fingers. She had a series of strong contractions within and she involuntarily jerked her head forward with each one, finally crying "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK". It was then like her mind entered a fog, as if her brain had been overwhelmed by the sensations, tripping some biological circuit breaker. He lessened his pace with his fingers, moved his other arm around her ass and pulled her hips close to him, feeling the contractions on the side of his face as she pulled his head close with her hands that were still locked in his hair. Just as the contractions were starting to subside he removed his fingers from inside her, placed his palm flat against her pubis and pushed. "Oh my God," she said as a smaller, quicker secondary set of contractions were set off by the pressure of his hand. They held that position, locked together, looking deeply into each other's eyes for a few minute-like moments, but then he rose and in one motion, swept her up and carried her over to the bed and laid her down on her back with her legs draped over the edge. Without hesitation he stroked the head of his erection along those bright pink, swollen lips, wetting it with the abundant moisture there, even though he had tongued up much of it. As if in a dream, not yet fully away, she muttered "Oh God" at his movements. Up, down. Parting her slightly. Circling her swollen clit with the head of his penis. Round, round, round then down again up and down along her lips, teasing her. Her breathing began to pick up again and without much patience, she urged him into her with her hand around his cock and her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels pushing him towards her, moving him into her. Sooo wet. There was no friction at all as he parted her. Slowing opening her, spreading her, stretching her. His erection was a full 9 inches and wide enough that she caught her breath as he slowly, slowly, slid into her. Barely moving, sliding effortlessly with her wetness. Filling and expanding her as he went. Slowly. So hot and so wet. They could not take their eyes from one another as he came to the end of his stroke. He paused for a moment, pulling at her nipples with his fingers. She took the hand that had been in her and began sucking the fingers, one at a time. He pulled his cock out of her almost entirely at the same slow, deliberate, controlled speed. "Fuck me, you bastard," she moaned, wanting to be beyond his teasing, while loving every moment of it. His second stroke in was hard, fast, deep, which made her gasp. Her breasts bounced. Again. And again. And again. Then he went more slowly just as she had began to respond to the rapid, deep thrusts. It was an in-between speed and somehow very comforting. She continued to build intensity. As her head cleared she realized he was fucking her to the rhythm of the rain as the wind blew it against the windows with increasing force. And as the storm built, their rhythm built. Gradually, but faster. Then faster. He was arching into her effortlessly, a piston pumping in and out, in and out, in and out. Juices flowed once again and their lovemaking took on a wet sound. She pinched and twisted and pulled her own nipples with one hand while toying with her clit with the other. Occasionally she would reach slightly down just to feel him sliding past her fingers as he stroked in and out, in and out. Faster. Harder. He was at the point that he was pounding deep into her with each stroke. Faster and faster he wetly slapped into her, his balls bouncing off her at the end of each stroke, her breasts bouncing in rhythm. As the veins began to protrude from his neck, he again said, "Cum for me baby. Cum hard. Cum for me. I want you to gush for me." Pounding. In. In. Harder, faster. Quick, choppy thrusts with an occasional deep thrust, completely filling her with his erection, hitting internal places that lovemaking had never hit before. They were both breathing ragged, choppy breaths, both drenched in sweat. She was reduced to saying single word utterances, this time "yes, yes, YES," as he pumped her. "Cum hard for me baby," he said and she did. Hard, fast contractions. But he continued with several hard, deep thrusts, then holding, pressed deep into her. Then several more thrusts as her vagina clamped and convulsed around him. He then exploded with jets of cum deep into her. One. After. Another. Again and again. She could feel it release each time deep in her as her mind became once again fuzzy. They collapsed together as their intermingled juices flowed out of her and onto the sheets. Hot, sticky and abundant, now mixed into one fluid by their love making. He pulled her close, drew her head to his shoulder with his and stroked her hair and face as she listened to his still rapidly beating heart. He was still inside her, reluctant to leave, even as his erection subsided. She wasn't sure how long they stayed there, wrapped together, intertwined. She could have stayed there not just a night, but forever. But before too long, he got up, reached out his hand and taking her hand and pulling her reluctantly to her feet. She looked at him with questioning eyes as he lead her into the bathroom where he started the shower. They stepped into the shower and the warm water coursed over them, rejuvenating them somewhat before they made love again, with him guiding her to an orgasm using the pulsating shower head and then again by pressing her to the glass, but now the glass only felt slightly cool as he took her from behind, arching up and deep into her time and again, forcing her to stand on her toes as he thrust, pulling back on her hair to make her back arch. The sensations were too many, too complex. Slight coolness of the glass, heat of the water and steam, his hot erection buried in her, which was degrees hotter. Movement of the water over them, his lips, his hands, there flesh pressing together, then releasing, then together again. And again. And again. She eventually cried out loudly, her senses overwhelmed, and crescendoed into that little death which is a woman's orgasm. She was reflective after the last set of contractions left her. She watched the droplets of water land on the shower glass. They stood for a bit as individuals until the droplet was hit by another water drop, or the light spray from nearby drop falls, making them rounder and rounder, adding volume until eventually the drop would wobble, slowly move downward and then with a rush, form a little rivulet, intermingling with others until flowing down the glass and then intermingling with the combined essence that had so recently flowed from them.