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Rain

By: Catalina



She sat in the car, mesmerized by the rain was so deep in thought she did not see him arrive. She was startled when he knocked on the window and there he was, smiling down at her through the downpour. She blushed, a little embarrassed to be caught unaware. He tapped a the window again and she opened the door and got out, looking at him bashfully, silently. He was already wet so she may as well be too! As the rain touched her face she was reminded of the first fantasy they had shared, making love in the rain. She smiled at him.

"Hi," she said shyly. 

"Hi yourself," he replied. She was awed. He is beautiful, more so than his photos, she thought and his voice, ahhh that beautiful Canadian accent she had waited so long to hear!

"Lets walk," he suggested as he offered her his arm. She hooked hers inside his and they started to walk, in the rain...

They laughed and smiled, slowly relaxing as they walked, coming to a small opening in the trees. Stopping, he turned to her and said, "I remember, you know," speaking of their long discussions of this moment, this fantasy.

"Yes," she replied, nervously, "I know."

Sensing her shy uneasiness, he takes her into his arms and holds her for a moment before leaning back to look her deeply in the eyes.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks with a smile.

Her thoughts are only of him. She looks at him, hopelessly, breathlessly, her eyes searching, finding everything and nothing. "Kiss me," she cries, moving into him. His lips touch hers tentatively at first. She blinks. They are getting very wet in the rain, she thinks to herself.

His kiss draws her into the passion of the moment very deeply she finally stops thinking and only feels... her desire for him burning her, searing his love into her soul as his lips and tongue seek hers. Her arms wrap around him and his hands begin to roam over her, caressing her arms, her back, trailing up her spine before slowly exploring her body with his magical hands. His passion rises and she takes his hands and places them on her breasts. Her nipples are so hard and needy, she gasps loudly and wantonly as he pinches them, making her so hot that not even the rain can cool the heat of their sensual embrace. 

Finally, her own body reacts and she is caressing him, feeling the hardness of his form, her fingertips discovering his excitement, his rapid breathing matching her own. She tears at the buttons on his shirt, wallowing in the need to feel his flesh.

As they glory in each other they no longer take notice of the rain as their slow simmering passion has ignited; they are on fire! Tearing at each others clothes until they are naked and glimmering in the moonlight, the wetness of the rain on their bodies mixes with the dirt and the grass as they kiss and grope each other fervently; rolling, pulling, biting, fucking... they come together as one body, pausing and looking into each others eyes as the storm provides the counterpoint with a blaze of lightening and a crash of thunder. The storm’s intensity matches theirs as the passionate foreplay builds; arms, tongues, bodies all tangled together in climactic need. He enters her as lightening flashes... there is electricity in the air... two bodies, entwined, pumping, wrapping together, crying out…their coming together as inevitable as the rain...

The thunder rolls and the lightening flashes again as they journey the path to their climax, their completion...

Rain



It was late summer and I had volunteered to work on a habitat house. We had all put in a lot of hours and the project was nearing completion. 

The Latin beat from my Walkman fills my ears as I move the paintbrush in rhythm, putting a final coat on the wall in front of me. My legs and arms are freckled with white paint; the white man's undershirt clings to my skin in the hot heavy air. I nearly jump out of my skin as I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning I face Mike, the project manager. I pull the headset from my ears, noticing for the first time how still and quiet the house had become. 

"I'm just on my way out, are you about finished here?" Mike asked. 

I glanced at the wall.

"I really should finish up here."

Mike hesitated a moment then handed me the keys.

"Just lock up when you get done, and drop the keys in the mail slot at the office sometime tonight."

I nodded, and went back to painting, hearing the front door click shut as Mike left. Slipping my headset back over my ears I dance my way through the last half wall, pausing occasionally to wipe my forehead on the back of my arm. Finally I spread the white paint over the last section of wall and headed to the utility room to wash out my brushes. 

As I set my Walkman aside I realize that it has begun to rain. Stepping out onto the back porch I feel the cool air wash over my body. The rain is pouring down in fat heavy drops. I lean against the porch rail for a bit, enjoying the coolness, admiring the view. The trees that hide the old farmhouse bend their branches in the wet breeze. Water pours down in a fountain from the rainspout.

After watching for a moment I remember that I have some shampoo in my gym bag. The house is completely secluded, and I was hot and sweaty. "Why not" I think, and go inside. 

I take the shampoo and a towel from the bag and go back to the utility room. Stripping out of the T-shirt, I toss it in the corner, undo the white lacy bra and tossed it in the same direction, kicking off my sandals, wiggling out of my cut offs, and finally slipping down the white satin thong. Then picking up the shampoo, I run out the back door and down the back steps before I can change my mind. 

The falling rain caresses my hot skin, just cool enough to make my nipples tighten. I step under the rainspout, letting the water pour over me, gasping at the cold. Pouring a little of the shampoo into my hands I work it through my hair, then step back into the water to rinse.

Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly see you walk out from behind the house, a bucket of paint in one hand. I freeze for an instant, my heart pounding, not sure what to do. It only takes a moment to decide to pretend I don't see you. Deep down I've always been an exhibitionist and this is the perfect opportunity to act on the impulse. 

I let my fingers slowly follow the water down my body, sliding over the silky skin of my breasts, teasing the already tight nipples, feeling them harden even more, moaning softly as I see you drop the paint. Leaning back I let the water hit my face, opening my mouth, letting the cool clean water run down. One hand reached up to tease at my sensitive nipple as the other wandered down over my stomach, down and down, slowly parting my legs, teasing my fingertips along my upper thigh. 

Then I move my hand over the smooth skin of my mons, the water running down my body, between my legs. Parting my legs further I let the full force hit my most delicate parts, parting the lips with my fingers as I moan with pleasure.

A streak of lightening and loud thunderclap startle me. I scream, and in the next instant you are there, taking me in your arms. I look up to see you blushing as you realize what you have done. 

"I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean.." you stutter, backing slowly away. I reach up to catch the fabric of your shirt in my hand.

"Stay" I whisper, seeing the startled look on your face as you hesitate. 

Pressing my body against the rough wet fabric of your jeans and work shirt I look up at you. Are you sure?" you ask. I nod and smile into your eyes as I undo your shirt button by button, running my fingers over your exposed chest, lightly flicking my thumbnail over your nipple. Hearing your breath quicken, your moan as I run my palm over the front of your jeans. 

Sliding down to my knees in front of you I unlace and pull off your work boots... one then the other and finally your socks. I run my hands back up the inside of your legs, reaching up to undo your button fly and see that you were wearing nothing underneath. I slide down your jeans, leaning in to bite gently at your upper thigh. Then I slowly ran my tongue over your scrotum, feeling the skin draw tighter at my touch. 

You run your fingers through my hair as I flick my tongue up your shaft, all the way up, then pulling the head of your cock into my mouth, working it with my lips, trembling at the sounds of your pleasure. You pull me up to you and our lips meet in a hard hungry kiss. Reaching down with one hand you part my legs further and slide your fingers into my warm wet slit as I cling to you. Pressing two fingers deep inside me you run your thumb in circles over my clit as I moan into your mouth, pressing hard against your fingers. 

With your other hand you began to play with my full breasts, cupping one then the other, gently squeezing, then rolling the nipples between your fingers. Your fingers sliding in and out of my wetness as you pinched and tugged my nipples. I ran my nails down your back as I cry out in pleasure. Screaming into the rain, my body began to shake with my orgasm as you press your thumb hard against my clit, fingers moving harder and faster until I can't take it and have to pull away. 

Resting my hands on your shoulders I gaze into your hungry eyes, pressing against you I kiss you again, feeling your hands slide down my back, squeezing my ass. You move me back until I am pressed against the side of the house, lifting my leg up against your hip you slide your cock deep inside me, making me cry out as I feel you fill me. I wrap my leg around you as you drive into me again and again. Our eyes lock, we feed on each other's pleasure. I feet your body tense and know you can not hold back any more. 

I gasp as the sweet slow burn of my second orgasm slowly rolls through me, feeling you cum deep inside me, our cry's echoing together until we finally collapse on the wet ground. 

Several moments pass before realize... it is no longer raining.



Rain



Usually it looks gloomy and dark and forbidding but sometimes it can be sensual too. 

I picture us somewhere alone. Probably out in the woods or somewhere isolated at a cabin with a back deck. We are watching an NBA championship game. In between lulls in the game, I am looking at you and your body. Marveling at it and desiring to taste and feel its pleasures once again. 

Near the end of the 4th quarter, a rainstorm began to come down. As the game was ending, I tip your chin to look up at my face. I bend down to give you a light kiss. This kiss turned into a more passionate kiss. You giggle at this. 

"Why are you laughing," I asked. 

"I don't know. Just happy I guess," you respond. 

I then hint that now that the game is over, I am in the mode for some loving. There was no protest from you as you started to remove your clothes on the couch. I also took my clothes off as well. As we embraced each other and began our "dance," I looked outside and saw the rain pouring down. My imagination began to turn as I continued to share my kiss with you. 

"Wait," I whispered. 

You looked at me puzzled but I quickly smiled at you to show you that nothing was wrong. I then picked you up in my arms and carried you outside. 

"Hey, its raining!" you shouted with a bit of amusement in your voice. 

"I know," I said seductively. 

I then put you down and lead you outside to get wet. 

You were distracted by the water at first but then forgot all about it when I kissed those lips again. We slowly went down onto our deck and laid on it as the rain kept coming down. Something about the water on our bodies just made this experience even more passionate! 

You then had me lay on my back while you put your rear end in my face while you faced my dick. I knew what to do as I began to lick your pussy and even around your butthole while you sucked my dick and nuts in the pouring storm! Doing the 69 in this pure environment was a big turn on. Your warm mouth on my body mixed with the cool rain made for an interesting sensation. I could feel by the goosebumps on your body that you were having the same emotions. 

After several minutes of this, you then turned around and got on top of me to put in my cock inside of you. I couldn't see real good but I sure could feel it. I felt like a blind man having sex but it was GOOD SEX! The sensations were tremendous as you rode my dick up and down in a slow but deep motion, getting as much of it as you could inside of you. As you did this, you also leaned over to give me kisses as I returned them and also got a bit of your breasts as well. The mixture of your perfume, body odor and the rain gave this experience a natural flavor that I can't explain. 

I then turned you over with my dick still inside of you and fucked you missionary. The rain on my back with your hands massaging my back was soothing and unbelievable. This feeling was one of such pleasure as I felt you cum several times during this. 

Finally, wanting to cum myself, I took your legs and put them on my shoulders to get deeper as I wanted all of your pussy! Still new to this, your pussy was still tight but I loved it that way! I performed short but deep thrust, grinding myself into your stuff. Giving you all that I had while getting all of what you had. Finally, as if to coincided with the storm, I finally came as the thunder and lightning blasted out of the sky! 

As we calmed down, the rain finally subsided. As it stopped, there laid two naked people who just had an experience they would remember for their remaining days! 

We then went inside to dry off from the rain with the memory of what just happened still fresh in my mind. As I dried off, my eyes couldn't look away from the female being that I had just made love too. Her shoulder length black hair that looked like it was made of silk. Her nice sized breasts with brown nipples that were still perking out from the activity that had just happened. Her slim waist which went hand in hand with that curvy back. Those nice thick but shapely legs which wrapped around my waist during our "stormy" love making. And that butt, that nice big, shapely firm backside just made me hard and horny again. I couldn't control myself watching her dry off. I had to have more.

Bringing myself under control, I slowly walked over to her still undressed and blew a light blow just behind her neck. She felt it and laughed.

"That tickles," she whispered.

"I know," I replied as I turned her around to look deep into her light brown eyes and touch her caramel skin.

"Baby, I love you and I hunger for more of you right now," I pleaded.

"Well, I thought you'd never ask. I'd like a little more myself. What did you have in mind?" she asked me.

I smiled and then took her hand as we walked towards the bathroom. Soon, we started the shower and stepped inside. I then took one of those shower puffs and lathered it up with "Softsoap" Body Wash-Romantic. The scent of it alone was intoxicating as I washed her body with it. After she was cleansed, she then did the same to me, making sure every square inch was clean. She then seductively tossed the puff aside and began staring at me. I returned the glance.

"So, what are you waiting for?" she asked in a seducing manner.

I took her mouth and pressed it against mine in a lingering kiss. The water still ran as I pulled her left leg up above my waist. Her hands then reached down and put my hardened cock near her waiting pussy. As I made my way inside of her, she put her other leg up so that I could thrust all the way in. With me holding her ass, we made love standing with the water still running down our bodies and with us still kissing in between gasps for air. We made love to each other as she used her hips and pussy muscles to ride up and down my dick as I held her in place with my hands on her butt as well as "return fire" with thrusts of my own. As time went on, our desire just got higher and higher until I felt her cum all over my cock! She twitched and tightened as her orgasm just rushed out of her body. I felt her body tightened and was turned on by it as I kept penetrating her to make the orgasm come forth. I felt her legs shake around my waist and tighten their grip as she seemed lost for a few moments. Finally, when the wave of this sensation had passed. She looked at me again and smiled.

"Your turn," she said. After that intense orgasm that she experienced, she still wanted more!

She then got down off of me and stepped out of the shower, leading me to our bedroom. Before we reached there, she saw me take the remain drops of cum from where she came and lick them off my fingers! She was both shocked and turned on by this!

"I just want to be part of you," I said.

"Well, you will baby. You are about to have all of me now," she replied.

When we reached our bedroom, she asked me to stand back for a second. She then reached for some baby oil and stood in a bent over position. My lover then poured it onto her butt and massaged it onto her butt cheeks as well as her butt hole!

Seeing her do this kept me excited and hard.

When she was finished, she turned to me and said, "Come get this."

Without hesitation, I walked forward and took her pussy first and a doggy-style position. As I thrusted into her, I kept massaging her butt and taking the excess oil on her "cheeks" and fingering her butt hole! When I was warmed up enough inside of her pussy, I took the oil and put it on my dick, making it slippery.

Finally, when I was ready, I slowly began to penetrate her ass! She willingly spread her buttocks to make entry easier.

"Yes baby, penetrate that tight asshole! Fill it up with your cock!" she moaned and begged for me to do.

Her booty was tight but we were both loving it! Soon it was just as easy a penetration as the pussy was as I was pumping it well and good but taking care not to hurt her. Still, we both were getting off on it. 

After long minutes of fucking her asshole, I finally felt an eruption coming from my loins!

"Baby, I'm about to cum!" I managed to get out.

"Then let me taste you as you tasted me," she responded.

I quickly took out my cock as she quickly turned around and sat on the floor urging me to let it out! I then came and she opened her mouth to take every drop of cum from me! Some of it dripped off her chin and onto her chest but most went into her mouth as she swallowed most of it! I was shocked but actually warmed by this as I had earlier tasted her cum, she was now tasting mine!

After a few minutes of rest on the floor, we shared a kiss.

"You know, most men wouldn't kiss a woman after they came on them, especially in their mouth," she playfully mentioned.

"Well, I am not most men. You are my lover and my woman. After all, most women wouldn't kiss a man after licking their cum," I replied.

She then said with a devilish grin, "Well, then I guess I am not most women."

We then cuddled and hugged on the floor. After a few minutes to clean up a bit, we went to sleep for the night with nothing covering us but our bed sheets.

GRIFF'S COMMENTS: 

You see, "Rain" isn't just the physical water created by nature. "Rain", in this case, is the warm passion that one can feel for another. In this case, it is the warm passion that can be felt between a man and a woman. The characters in this piece were so giving and loving when making love that they gave every drop of sweat and emotion as well as every part of their bodies to give pleasure to each other. They "rained" it all on each other. They went to a place that only a few have ever gone and in doing so, they make their bond stronger and stronger each time by forgetting about themselves as individuals and becoming "one" with each other. 

I hope you've enjoyed this piece. Until next time... 



Rain



Foreword: This was my first attempt at writing an explicit erotic story (with BDSM undertones). 

###

Two coworkers in the hi-rise offices of Lloyds were chatting by the copier Wednesday afternoon. "Donal, didn't you tell me once that you like to go bungee jumping?"

"Yes. Why?"

Aiofe reached into her purse and pulled out a folded slip of gaudily coloured paper. "I won this in a raffle at the shopping arcade the other day." She handed it to Donal.

"A bungee jump for two at Alton Towers? What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know. I would like to try it. I asked my husband to go with me, but he said that he'd never jump off a tower with a rope tied to his feet."

"You could probably sell it on eBay."

"But I want to do it! I was thinking that -- maybe -- you could go with me? I'm nervous to go by myself. We could just go after work one night. You'll get a free bungee jump out of it."

"Well, what about your husband?"

"He knows I want to try it. He won't mind."

"Okay. When do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter to me, Donal. When do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter to me either. I have nothing to do tonight."

"I don't know about tonight. Let me ring my husband at work and see."

###

Aiofe walked over to Donal's cube a little later. "Tonight is fine, Donal. It is a good thing I wore slacks today."

"Okay, I'll stop by your cube after work."

"Sure. Oh, it says on the ticket that we have to make an appointment. What's a good time do you think?"

"I think it'll take about an hour to get there after work on the A50/5199. Make it around eighteen thirty."

"Okay!"

###

It was just after 17.00 in the evening, and they just drove out of the parking lot of Ryan Corporation in Donal's little yellow Fiat.

"So, does your husband want to come watch us bungee jump? It's no problem to stop by your place on the way."

"No. He doesn't get home until later. He just said for us not to break our necks!"

"What a nice guy!"

###

They made good time and arrived at Alton Towers a little after 18.00. They approached the gates and showed their passes to the bungee jump, allowing them to enter the park for free. They passed through the gates to the sound of carnival music and the smell of candy floss.

"Did you make the appointment for eighteen thirty, Aiofe?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we have some time then."

"So where do we go, Donal?"

"See that tower over there, the one with the little room on the top with a diving board sticking out on the side of it?"

"Yes."

"That's where we go. Just follow me."

###

They reached the base of the tower and watched the bungee jumpers.

"Look Aiofe! There goes somebody! Ohhhhhhh!"

"Wow! Look at the way he's spinning around like a pinwheel!"

"Yeah! I bet it's a strange feeling!"

They watched the jumper bounce around and finally settle down to a mere gentle up and down motion as he hung from the bungee cord by his feet. They watched him bob up and down like a yo-yo for about five minutes. 

"Donal, why aren't they bringing him back up now? They've been just letting him bounce up and down for about five minutes since he jumped?"

"I think they have to wait until he stops bouncing before they reel him in or the bungee cord won't have even tension all through it for the next person who uses it."

"Oh?"

They watched him until he stopped bouncing. Then ever so slowly, he started to rise toward the top of the tower.

"Why are they reeling him in so slowly, Donal?"

"I don't really know, but I guess it's to keep the tension in the bungee cord even."

As they finally reeled the jumper all the way to the top, they saw a lift rise through the frame of the tower with a person inside it. Aiofe looked at her watch. "It's eighteen twenty, now. What should we do?"

"Let's go up to the booth and ask."

They went up to the booth and Aiofe showed the attendant her ticket. "We have an appointment to jump at eighteen thirty."

"Oh. Okay. You blokes just wait there on that bench by the door to the lift."

The lift came back down, and the jumper walked out. As he walked past Donal and Aiofe, he remarked. "Wow! That was great! You'll love it!"

"I hope so." Said Aiofe.

They watched the next jumper go from nearly underneath.

"Wow, Donal! Look at his...no, her...hair flying around!"

They watched the jumper go through the same motions as before, taking all the time as before to stop bouncing and get reeled back in.

The attendant called over to them. "Get in the lift and go on up now!"

###

The steel cage lift slowly rose up to the top of the bungee tower as the sounds of the amusement park below faded to near silence. When it reached the top, the attendant opened the accordion door and ushered them out, "Come on, you're next." The previous jumper entered the lift and it took her back down.

Donal and Aiofe stepped past coils of pungent rubbery smelling bungee cords. 

"Are you sure you still want to do this, Aiofe?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

The attendant walked over to a balance scale, like those found in doctor's offices. "You have to be weighed. Step up on the scale please."

Donal looked at Aiofe. "Do you want to go first, or me?"

The attendant glanced at their ticket. "This ticket is for two people going together in one jump. You're both going first!"

Donal swallowed hard. "I thought a jump for two meant two jumps; first one, then the other?"

"Yeah. Me too." Said Aiofe.

The attendant snickered. "You have to pay for two jumps if you want to do that. Are you going or not?"

Donal looked at Aiofe, "You go, Aiofe. I'll wait for you up here."

"Don't be silly, Donal." To the attendant she said, "Yes, we're going."

"Then stand on the scale please!"

Donal stood on the scale. The attendant looked at Aiofe. "You too!"

Aiofe lifted her eyebrows, "How are we both to stand on that scale?"

"That's the rules. Management doesn't trust us to know how to add! So you gotta be weighed together."

Donal turned sideways on the scale and held his arms out. Aiofe set one foot on the scale and gingerly put her arms around Donal. She stepped completely onto the scale. They held each other tightly as they tried to keep their balance.

The attendant began sliding the weights across the balance beam of the scale. "Stand still please. That's one hundred sixty two kilograms. You can step down now." Donal and Aiofe almost tripped over each other stepping off the scale.

The attendant removed a pair of body harnesses hanging from the wall. He helped Donal put on his, and bolted the buckles closed with what looked like a small socket wrench. He did the same for Aiofe.

"Now lie down please," he said while looking at Donal and pointing to a narrow padded bench, "on your back."

Donal sat in the bench and lied down. The attendant reached under the bench and removed a pair of padded shackles. He clamped one around each of Donal's ankles and locked them with that same wrench.

"Now you," he said looking at Aiofe.

Donal began to sit up. "You stay there."

Aiofe looked at the attendant with a puzzled expression on her face. "Now me, what?"

"Lie down on the bench on top of your boyfriend."

"Lie down? On top of him!"

"Yeah. Facing 'im, like the missionary position."

"Why?"

"Because I have to put your shackles on and connect your harnesses together. And the tension won't be right if you're standing!"

Aiofe slowly approached the bench and hesitated. She glanced at Donal who looked back at her with a shy smile. She glanced at the attendant who was almost imperceptibly nodding his head to some carnival music off in the distance. She slowly raised one leg onto the bench over Donal; then lifted the other one up on the bench straddling him. They stared at each other as she lied down on him.

The attendant connected another pair of shackles to Aiofe's ankles. "Now lift your middle up while I connect your harnesses together at the waist. Yeah. Good."

The attendant walked over to one of the coils of bungee cord, dragged it over to the bench, and connected it to all four of their shackles "Now stand. Here, let me help. Walk over here. Slowly. Stop there!"

Donal and Aiofe looked down and gasped in unison.

"Now listen! Whenever you're ready. Take a deep breath. No, don't hold onto each other. Just lean out together and let yourselves fall away from the platform."

Donal took a breath. "You ready, Aiofe?"

"Yes, I'm ready. I hope."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......."

The world spun madly around. It was a blur of the ground, the tower, hair, the sky, arms, and the ground again but much closer. Boing! 

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Their faces were immersed in a cloud of each other's hair as their bodies, arms, and legs repeatedly knocked into each other. They both reached out to try and fan the hair out of their faces but both their flailing arms were utterly useless. The tower, the sky, the ground, and each other, continued to whirl past at dizzying speeds. Boing! 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Aiofe instinctively grabbed onto the hair on the back of Donal's head. "Le'go! Aiofe!! Le'go!!" Boing! 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Aiofe threw her arms around Donal's neck grabbing her elbows, and holding their bodies together as they bounced. Boing!

Donal then wrapped his arms around Aiofe's waist clenching his wrists in his hands, as their faces, now pressed together, rubbed against each other's.

Everything was no longer whirling around like an inside-out tornado. They released their grip on each other and let their arms dangle down over their heads as they hung upside down by their feet. The ground below them slowly wavered close then far, then close again, then far again.

"Well, Aiofe, was that fun, or was that fun?"

"I don't know yet. I'll tell you when the world stops spinning."

"Yeah, I'm getting lightheaded too. I hope they start reeling us up soon."

"Yeah, and my arms are getting tired."

"Mine too."

Aiofe lifted her arms and wrapped them around Donal's waist, hooking her thumbs through his belt loops. Donal did the same with Aiofe.

"Can you make out anything on the horizon, Aiofe?"

"No, everything looks so weird upside down. Can we bend ourselves to look right side up?"

"Oooh!"

"Ungh! Grab the bungee cord."

"Urrp! I can't reach it, Aiofe. I need to lean forward."

"Ow!"

"Sorry! I can't lean forward unless you lean backward."

"Wait! Donal! Stop! We're making the bungee cord pull our feet from side to side. It's making me dizzy again."

"Okay, never mind the view."

"Look at all those people down there. Do you think anyone could recognize us?"

"I don't think so. We're too high! Why?"

"I think my husband might not understand if he were to find out that I was hanging here like this with you."

"I thought you said your husband wouldn't mind?"

"Not bound together, body and legs, like this! I wonder how much longer it's going to take them to bring us back up. It looks like there's some rain clouds building up."

"Yes, but they're still a bit away, and the ground looks dry all around."

"Let's hope they stay away until we're back on the ground."

"Uh-oh, what's that?" Donal inserted his hand between them where their bellies were pressed together, then twisted to look up at the sky between their feet. "Yeah, you're right, it's starting to rain!" Donal held his hand up to his face as water dripped from his fingers. He placed two of his fingers in his mouth and pulled them out sucking on them.

"No! Donal! Don't!"

Donal looked at Aiofe with surprise. "Huh? What?"

"Donal! Spit it out! Spit it out!"

Donal looked at Aiofe with a confused expression, licked his lips, and swallowed. 

"What? Why? Ugh! Yuck!! Tastes like something went rancid! And salty too! That was sure strange!"

"Oh Donal! I'm sorry! That wasn't rain. That was -- me. I'm sorry, Donal!"

"What do you mean 'That was you? Ohhh..."

"I'm sorry, Donal! I told you to spit it out! Oh, Donal, I couldn't help it. I'm really sorry!"

"It's okay Aiofe. I think I'll live."

"Uh, Donal. just so you don't worry, I don't have AIDS or anything. I --just.get yeast infection once in a while, but I don't think that'll do anything to you. I'm so embarrassed. I should have told you. I'm sorry, Donal!"

"Please, Aiofe, stop saying you're sorry. Really, it's kind of -- thrilling. knowing there's something inside my body that came out of your body!"

"Donal! Don't talk like that!"

"Why?"

"Because you're not my husband, that's why!"

"Well, maybe I'm not, but what happened, happened. We just did something -- well -- erotic. And it makes me feel -- connected to you in an intimate sort of way now."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"Well, actually, Donal, it does feel kind of strange knowing that another person drank -- something that was made by my body."

"It makes you feel good, doesn't it? Admit it! It turns you on!"

"Yeah, it does -- kind of. I think I understand now how my husband feels when he wants me to."

"When he wants you to what?"

"You know..."

"Oh...and you don't..."

"I -- Donal! I don't think I should be talking about my husband's and my love life with you!"

"Oh, alright. But Aiofe. I'm going to do something."

"What?"

"I'm going to do it just once, and if you don't like it, you don't have to say anything, and I'll forget I ever did it."

"What? What are you going to do?"

Donal reached down and held Aiofe's face as he looked intently into her eyes. He closed his eyes, and pressed his lips firmly to hers, and then held the snog for several seconds. She didn't respond, but she didn't resist either.

Still holding her face, he looked her in the eyes. 

"Well, Aiofe?" he asked. 

She just met his gaze and stared back.

Again, he closed his eyes and repeated the snog, this time holding it for much longer. Her breathing increased, but she still didn't respond, nor did she resist.

He drew back and looked at her again. "Aiofe?"

Aiofe paused before replying. "Donal. You're sweet. But I -- I can't."

Donal let his arms fall over his head. "Okay."

"Donal, you can still hold me -- I mean, put your arms around me -- I mean, if your arms are tired."

He did. "And I think we've stopped bouncing. The ground seems to be a little farther away than it was a little while ago. I think they're reeling us in now."

"Oh, I hope so! I'm going to be sick if I have to hang upside down for much longer!"

###

Soon they were hanging from a short length of bungee cord from a beam that extended just beyond the jump platform. The attendant began turning a crank causing the beam to slide in, and they were soon inside the jump room looking like two hogs hanging from a hook in the ceiling. 

He told them, "Lower your arms to the floor so you won't bump your heads when I reel you down."

The cord slowly unreeled. Their hands touched the floor, and their legs were gradually lowered onto the floor in an arc. They landed with Aiofe on her back with Donal on top of her.

"Donal! Roll off me -- onto -- your side!"

"Unngh! I can't, I don't have any leverage to roll off. We're still bolted together."

"Hold on, you two. I'll have you unhooked in just a bloody second." The attendant removed their shackles, first from Donal, then from Aiofe, and placed them back under the bench.

To Donal he said, "Lift your middle up so I can unhook your harnesses. There. You can stand now." 

Donal climbed off Aiofe, and then they both stood.

"Now just let me take your harnesses off." He removed Aiofe's harness, and then Donal's.

"That's all! You can take the lift back down now." The attendant ushered several more people off the lift into the jump room.

As they were riding down in the lift, Donal asked. "Aiofe, can I hold your hand?"

"Donal!"

"Alright, I'm sorry."

After a pause, "Donal. You can hold my hand. But let go before the lift stops, okay?"

They held each other's hands as the lift slowly descended back down to where the carnival music blared and the smell of candy floss was overwhelming. They walked along the fairway on their way back to the car park.

"Donal," Aiofe started to say, "I'm so embarrassed. My pants are soaked."

"Yeah," is all Donal could think to say.

"And so are yours!"

"Yeah, I guess they'll dry on the way back."

"Donal! I'm not walking around in pissed pants! I feel so dirty. May we go to the hotel and hire a room and rinse our clothes? Please! I'll pay for the room."

"Yes, Aiofe."

They took the monorail to Alton Towers Hotel and walked up to the reception.

A receptionist glanced down at their soaked, and slightly aromatic, clothing and asked, "May I help you?"

Donal said, "We'd like a room please, whatever is cheapest."

"For the two of you?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes," Donal answered.

"We're nearly booked up, Guv'nor. We have a Princess suite available for £290 plus VAT."

Aiofe handed the receptionist her Virgin card. The receptionist handed her the cardkey and rang the bell for a bellhop.

"We don't have any bags," Aiofe told the receptionist. 

"Very well, enjoy your stay at Alton Towers."

Donal and Aiofe rode the lift up to their room and entered. Aiofe went into the toilet while Donal waited in the bedroom. A moment later Aiofe opened the door ajar and reached out her hand saying, "Donal, give me your clothes so I can rinse them too."

"That's okay, Aiofe."

"Donal! Don't be silly. You're soaked with piss. Please give me your clothes."

Donal removed his clothes and handed them to Aiofe. She closed the toilet door again whence Donal heard running water.

After several minutes, the water stopped and the toilet remained quiet. 

Donal knocked on the toilet door. "Aiofe, are you all right?" he asked.

"Donal, it will take quite some time for our clothing to dry, I'm afraid. Please close your eyes."

Donal closed his eyes and heard Aiofe walk into the bedroom and get into bed. He remained standing with his eyes closed for a minute until Aiofe spoke up, "You can open your eyes now, silly."

Donal opened his eyes to see Aiofe in bed with the blankets pulled up to her chin. "You should go into the toilet and wash yourself off," she said.

"All right."

Donal went into the toilet and drew a bath. Their clothing was soaked and hung to dry over the shower rod. They felt like they won't be dry until morning. After his bath, he wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom.

Aiofe, it seemed, had just rang up someone on the telephone.

"Hello, love," she said into the phone.

...

"I'm afraid I've had a bit of an accident. 

...

"No, it's nothing like that. I just peed myself while during the jump."

...

"Yes, I know."

...

"I let a room to wash my clothes off. Don't worry, I'll be fine, love."

...

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow night. Sleep well."

...

"Yes, love. Good night."

Aiofe hung the phone as Donal took a seat in a settee by the television. 

Aiofe looked over at him, "You don't have to stay in that chair all night, Donal."

"I'll be fine, Aiofe."

"No, I put you in this fix. Come to bed. Just mind your manners, please."

Donal stood, walked over to the queen-size bed, and got in next to Aiofe.

"Good night, Donal," Aiofe said.

"Good night, Aiofe," Donal answered.

###

Donal knocked up with a start. Aiofe was snuggled up against him and her arm was draped around his waist. He tried to twist out from under her arm when she also awoke.

"Oh, Donal! I'm sorry. Please don't get the wrong idea."

"It's okay, Aiofe. Let's get back to sleep."

###

Donal knocked up again. Again, Aiofe had snuggled up against him. Her face was bare millimeters from his, her arm was draped around his waist, and one of her legs was entangled between his.




Rain



Aiofe awoke again and meet his gaze. 

Donal looked into her eyes for a moment, and then leaned forward. 

Aiofe leaned forward too, and their lips touched, beginning a long passionate snog.

A moment later, Donal rolled on top of Aiofe and then scooted down her body whereupon he began suckling on one of her nipples. When the one nipple became hard, he switched to the other. When the other became hard, she slithered even further down her body and placed his head between her thighs. He immediately commenced licking her pussy. He licked up the outer edge, across the top above her clit, down the other outer edge, then up the middle sliding his tongue deep into her hole and then up and directly over her clit. He repeated this pattern several times until she her pussy suddenly became drenched and she started bouncing vigorously. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Whoa!" she shouted.

He continued until she was spent and motionless.

"Wow! That was wonderful, Donal. My husband won't do that for me." 

Donal crawled back up her body until they were face-to-face again. "Why not," he asked.

"He says it's dirty."

Donal gave her another snog, and she said with a giggle, "Now, let me do you." 

She rolled on top of Donal and slid down his body until she put his dick into her mouth. 

She sucked a few times, and it didn't take long before he exploded into her mouth. She held his dick in her mouth until he finished, waiting a few moments after his last spurt to pull off. She crawled back up his body and swallowed. 

Donal smiled at Aiofe and said, "Wow! You're good too, Aiofe. Your husband must love you."

"Actually, Donal," she coughed and swallowed again. "That's the first time I've ever done that."

"Really? Why so?"

"I've always thought it would be dirty too."

"Was it?"

"It was -- odd. But when you tasted my pee earlier, it made me feel so randy for you."

Aiofe rolled over pulling Donal on top of her again.

"I'm so randy for you right now, Donal. Fuck me! Please, Donal! Fuck me!"

Hearing that made Donal hard again, and he bent his hips down and slid into her without effort. He pumped his dick into her over and over again, fearing that he couldn't' come again.

It took a while, but the wait was worth it as she screamed with delight with every thrust. He finally came, filling her pussy with his cream. Donal felt exhilarated, but it felt bittersweet having great sex with this married woman who would be going back home to her husband the next day. 

"Oh, Donal, what am I ever going to do without you when I return home?"

Donal didn't answer, but merely gave her another passionate snog.

"Roll over, please, Donal," she urged.

Donal rolled over as she rolled over on top of him. She lowered her head next to his, and fell to sleep atop him.

Sleep came quickly to Donal as well, despite the weight of Aiofe's body atop his.

###

Donal opened his eyes to sunlight streaming through the windows of their room.

"Our clothing is dry, Donal. We might even be able to get to work on time." 

They quickly dressed and took the lift down to the reception. From there, they took the monorail to the car park and drove back to London. 

As they walked down the Cornhill Street to Lloyds, Aiofe briefly touched Donal's hand and said with a sly grin, "Let me know if you ever want to go 'bungee jumping' again."

Donal answered, "I'd love to," as they entered the building and pressed the button for the lift.

- END -



Rain



The night is always filled with demons on the road. Something he always knew. It was 11:30 and the rain was driving hard against his windshield making the yellow lines his only companion. He knew this was a bad idea from the start in his old 78-ford truck, but he wanted to get to warmer weather and once he got to Florida he could get something else. At the time, it sounded like a plan, but the clicking coming from inside the block unnerved him.

  His thoughts went back to the rest stop thirty miles back where the waitress told him to stick to the main roads because the back way were desolate this time of night. He turned up the radio to an old George Straight tune. Some calming music to drown out the knocking from the engine he thought. Outside the storm raged in intensity.

Thunder and lightning cracked around him lighting the road for a second and shaking the old truck. He was edging along at 35 when a bolt of lightning struck a hundred yards from the road. The thunder roared, but his attention was focused on the large clunk and dent from under the hood. 

The engine stopped and he hit the wheel swearing as he coasted to the edge of the road. Without the sound of the engine, he could hear the gravel crunching under the tires as he came to a stop. He rested his head on the steering wheel wondering what he was thinking when he started this trip. As the song on the radio ended, he clicked it off and looked up at the hood that he could barely see through the rain. He did not need to go look to know what was wrong he threw a rod. He looked forward and backwards and saw no lights. 

“I guess I’ll go take a look old girl, but I think this is where you’re going to stay.” He said with a sigh.

He searched around the cab looking for his rain gear then remembered he had put in the back with his tools under everything else he owned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down.

“Why oh why.” He said shaking his head. He leaned back into the seat then reluctantly opened the door and was hit with a rush of cold rain and warm air. He was soaked before he even got out. 

The journey around to the hood was against the wind and he had to lean into it to stay balanced. He popped the hood and it flung up smacking against the windshield putting a foot long crack across the driver side. His luck was not improving. Once he wiped his glasses, he could see the rod sticking tauntingly up from the block. Out of shear stubbornness or stupidity, he tried to push it back down. He knew even if he could it wouldn’t help the situation, but it would make him feel better. It wouldn’t budge. A quick inspection of the rest of the engine revealed nothing more than the normal problems that were always there. He moved around and grabbed the hood pulling it back down and latching it. 

“So now what the hell we going to do old girl? It’s thirty miles back to where we came and I have no clue how far ahead of us anything is.” He paused waiting for an answer that he knew he wouldn’t get. 

“Well I’m wet anyway I might as well start walking. I’ll bring back a tow truck for ya” He said slapping the hood and pulling down the rim of his hat to shield his eyes from the pellets of rain.

Grumbling to himself, he started to trek down the road. As he reached the first turn in the road, he heard a car coming towards him. He looked up and could see a pair of headlights coming towards him. 

“Thank God.” He thought to himself. 

As they approached, he could see it was a truck. He moved into the lane and started waving his hat in the air hoping to get the drivers attention.

“Please stop please stop.” The voice in his head kept repeating. As it approached the truck slowed to a stop next to him. Slowly the window cranked down.

“Bad day to pick for a walk in the country.” The driver yelled over the hammering of the rain.

“I didn’t choose to be out here.” He said with a smile that no one could see. 

“My truck threw a rod about a half mile back. I was going to see if I could find some help and a dry spot to stand in for a bit.”

“Well it’s your lucky day. If you kept walking you wouldn’t find anything down that way till tomorrow afternoon on foot. Get in and I’ll take you to a phone and you can see about getting some help.”

He quickly obliged and got around to the passenger side of the truck and got in. As he closed the door, a ragged towel hit him in the face.

“Dry yourself off a bit” The driver said in a light feminine voice. He perked up and looked over at the woman sitting in the driver seat. Though his rain covered glasses, he could make out a blonde and not much else. Quickly he dried his glasses and looked again. 

“And could ya put that under yourself when you’re done.” She said as she began to pull away.

“Truck threw a rod huh?” she queried him as he roughed out his hair. “What type of truck?” 

“An old 78-ford. Had here for quite awhile. I knew something was going to happen from the sounds it was making.”

“Truck that old you have to baby. They take a lot of care to keep on the road.” She said shaking her head slightly.

She slowed as they came up on his truck. With great caution, she pulled in front of it illuminating it with the headlights. She could see the upraised dent in the hood and the large spider crack in the windshield. 

“Ok I know what happened to the hood but what’s with the windshield? You get upset at the thing and smash it?” 

“No. When I went to lift the hood it got away from me and must have cracked it harder than I thought.” A frown crept across his face. 

“There a good garage around here that might be able to help me out?” 

“Yep up the road a bit is Stan’s. You passed the road on your way to here, but probably couldn’t see it. Its pretty far back off the road.” She peered hard over the steering wheel looking hard at the humbled wreck in front of them.

“Not sure if it would even be worth it to have him take a look. It’ll probably be cheaper just to get something else.” She backed the truck up and pulled around to the side.

“There anything in there that you need?” she asked looking at the piles of soaked bags in the bed of the truck.

“Some dry cloths, but I know everything in there is soaked so I guess not.” 

“Suit yourself.” She said as she was pulling away.

“ And don’t worry everything should be ok. There aren’t many people that come down this way, so it should all be here when you come back.” 

“ I’ll take you to my place down the road. I’ll get a hold of Stan. He can get it off the side of the road for ya.” 

“ Thank you. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.” He said smiling. 

Slowly he pulled the towel under himself and looked over at the driver for the first time with clear glasses. She was Blonde and had a very sharp profile. He scanned up and down her and affixed his gaze on her breasts. Quickly he realized he was staring and spun forward to look at the road. He was suddenly uncomfortable. He replayed her image in his head. 

She was quite a looker. The kind of girl he would have hit on anywhere he went. He was guessing she was in her late 20’s or early 30’s. Of course with his luck lately he figured he was way off. One way or the other she was definitely a warm sight for how he was feeling at the moment. 

“So what’s your name? Where ya from?” she asked looking off the road for a second.

“Phil. And Michigan, but I was heading to Florida.” He returned his eyes to her but made sure not to look to far down. 

“I am moving to warmer weather. Or should I say was until I threw that rod.” He looked forward as she turned off the main road and onto a side stretch that was sheltered by trees. Suddenly the rain slowed under their cover. “Nice to meet you Phil everyone calls me Blu. My place is just up the way here. You can warm up a bit and I’ll get a hold of Stan and see what he can do.”

He caught her smiling at him from the corner of his eye and returned the same.

“I am much obliged Blu. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.” He mind suddenly wondered into ways he would like to. A sudden perk made him switch his thoughts to other things. 

“Not a problem I’ve been there before and I know what it’s like.” 

They reached the house about 3 miles off the main road. It was a small but quaint place nestled in a grove of pines to protect it from the elements. Off the front was an oversized porch that was obviously use for entertaining from the number of chairs on it. Off to the right side was a hanging swing that could fit three comfortably. The house was covered in pine shingling and boasted a steel roof. It looked rather new probably built within the past couple of years. The walked up to it, or rather ran, along a patchwork of detailed stepping stones that lead from the driveway to the porch steps. On the porch, they shook themselves as she fumbled through her keys looking for the one to open the oak and stained glass door.

“Looks like you like to have people over?” Phil said looking around the porch.

“I would if anyone ever came. I don’t get much company out here. I’m the only one on this old logging road, so that also puts out my neighbors coming over.” She said as she found the key and opened the door. 

“That’s a shame this is such a beautiful place you have.” 

They walked in and Phil couldn’t help but marvel that the inside was even more impressive that the outside. Walking in they entered a foyer that opened into an immense living room complete with hardwood floors, river stone fireplace, western décor, and a saddle and tack on a sawhorse in the corner. Phil stared around taking everything in. Off the coat rack, a collection of cowboy hats and chaps caught his attention. 

“Do you ride?” 

“When I get the chance. Which lately hasn’t been to often.” She slid off her boots and tossed on a rug off the door. 

“I’d offer you a seat but my furniture doesn’t take to kindly to soaking wet strangers.” She smirked. 

“Completely understandable. I’ll just wait here.” As she walked to the kitchen she couldn’t help but think he looked like a drown little kid standing there. His hat soaked in rain drooped down almost covering his hazel eyes. All of his cloths hung straight down dripping onto the rug below him. She felt sorry for him. 

Blu walked into the kitchen, grabbed the cordless phone, and went to the bathroom to brush out her hair. As she was combing it through she hit the speed dial to Stan’s home number. After the usual three rings an answering machine picked up 

“You have reached Stan and Beth’s we are off it Farwell and will get back to you tomorrow.” The answering machine beeped as she put down her brush. “Stan this is Blu. I got a guy here that broke down about a mile from my lane. An old ford truck dented hood and cracked windshield. He wants you to pick it up and see what you can do with it. I guess he’ll be here when you pick it up. I can’t see driving him all the way to town this late at night. Call me when you get this. Thanks and I hope you two had a good time." She clicked the phone off and stared into the mirror. 

“Well I guess your spending the night in chateau Blu tonight Phil.” She said softly to herself. She had a sudden feeling of excitement that shocked her a bit. Letting a stranger stay at her place was out of character for her, but he was kind of cute. She was always a sucker for a pretty face. 

Phil milled around looking over the collection of horse tack and western attire strewn about the room. He was getting increasingly uncomfortable in his wet cloths. He wondered why he didn't keep the rest of his cloths up front with him. In hindsight, it would have been a good idea. In the other room, he hears Blu talking. Sounded like she was talking to an answering machine. Just his luck he thought. He heard her coming back and put on his best this is not going to be good news smile. She came around the corner holding a bright pink fuzzy robe.

“Well Stan’s out on the town with his wife tonight. They won’t be home till morning, so I guess you’re stuck here for the night.” She said smiling knowing he was not going to like what she was about to say. 

She tossed the robe over to him. 

“The bathrooms around the corner. Get out of those cloths and I’ll throw them in the dryer.” 

Phil caught the robe and alternated looking between it and her for a minute before saying, 

“ Pink?” 

She laughed

“It’s rather that or you sit in the bathroom naked for an hour and wait for your cloths back. That is if I give them back to you.” She chuckled. 

“I see your point there.”

As he walked to the bathroom, she caught his wrangler hugging tight to his butt.

“Maybe I shouldn’t give him them back?” She thought to herself. Naughty thoughts of him lying on her bed floated through her mind. Suddenly she needed a drink. 

“I’m making a rum and coke would you like one?” she yelled towards the bathroom.

Through the door, “I’m putting on a pink ladies bathrobe how bout you just give me the bottle.” He laughed. 

“Two rum and cokes it is then.” She was finishing the second one when he peeked out of the bathroom like a streaker getting ready to bolt. 

“Please don’t laugh.” 

She leaned back against the counter folding her arms against her heavy chest.

“I promise … I won’t laugh too much.” 

Phil walked out holding his dripping cloths in one arm and trying to keep the robe closed with the other. 

“I’m glad you’re the only one here and no one knows me around here.” Scanning up and down him standing there in her pink robe left a lasting impression in her. She could feel a heat stirring inside as she unwittingly tried to catch a glimpse under it. 

“I can call a few friends over if you like?”

He scowled at her. “That won’t be necessary I think my dignity is completely shot already.”

He walked across the floor in his bare feet and handed her his cloths in exchange for a highball glass that he desperately needed. 

“Go sit on the couch. If you want, put on some music. I can’t get cable or satellite out here so that’s about what we have for entertainment.”

He walked into the living room and over to the stereo while she got his cloths going. Leafing through her CD’s he found a lot of his favorites. She was obviously a country music lover and had an entire Hank Williams and George Straight collection. He pulled out a copy of George Straight’s greatest hits and put it in as Blu came back into the room and lit the gas fireplace. 

“One of the few luxuries of living out here. I get as much gas as I want from the hills.” She said.

Phil watched her form illuminated by the flames as she got the fireplace going. She was a gorgeous woman. Her blonde hair curved tauntingly down her voluptuous body. She was wearing tight jeans that clung to her like a second skin. Her blouse was white and slightly wet from the rain. It hinted at the skin beneath. 

He quickly got to the couch and sat down feeling the affects of her swelling. He perched one leg on top of the other and made sure the robe covered his growing intrigue of her. Blue carried over her glass and a bottle of rum placing them on the opposite end of the coffee table. She sat down and curled her feet up under her resting her back on the couch arm. “You look ridiculous in that you know.” She giggled slightly at the sight of a full-grown man in a pink bathrobe sitting on her couch. 

“Well I don’t have many options if I want to sit on the furniture. I could take it off and just sit here in the buff.” 

“Oh please do.” 

He reached down and pulled on the robe tie. He was meaning to just tease at uniting it, but the knot slipped before he could stop it. He quickly tried to close the bottom before it came completely unopened. Blu caught a quick glimpse of his aroused manhood and sat blushed red with her mouth open. 

“Oh my. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just kidding around I didn’t mean…” He was beet red with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that he had done it.

Blu was most likely going to throw him and his wet cloths back out in the rain. Blue regained her composure while still flush in the cheeks. 

“I’ve seen them before, but in a pink bathrobe.” She winked trying to lighten the mood as quickly as she could. Her eyes were still affixed between his legs and for all she tried she couldn’t get them to leave it. She felt the heat inside her ignite to a fast burn as her heart started beating hard. 

“I’m really sorry” Phil kept repeating as blue reached for the bottle of rum and took a hard swallow her eyes never leaving him.

“Can I get a swig off that after your done?” 

As she was tilting the bottle back forward. “Sure.” It was all she could say.

She moved closer on the couch and gave him the bottle. Their hands touched for an instant and chemistry sparked. Her eyes lifted to his and a sudden wave of passion and lust ignited between their eyes. Time seemed to lag the only sound was George Straight and neither of them could hear the words. Both still holding the bottle Phil leaned forward and tasted the rum off her lips with a kiss. A quick touch and they broke away. Only and inch of thin air stood in between them. They both guided the bottle to the coffee table and fumbly set it down. Neither knew what to say or do. 

They both wanted the same thing, but weren’t sure about the other. Blu leaned in and kissed Phil breaking any confusion on her part. Phil’s arm wrapped around her and pulled her to him. Her body stretched across the couch and onto him. She lay in his arms holding his lips while he explored underneath her blouse rubbing against her back. She pulled her legs up and sat half kneeling against him. She could feel his heat and arrousment pressing against her side. She eased her hand along the outside of his leg. She shifted slightly and her hand ran down along his inner thigh. 

Phil’s hand floated along her back feeling the clasp to her bra strap. He nudged open the top two clips when he felt her grab a hold of his throbbing rod and start massaging his balls. He quickly undid the remaining clasps and felt the weight of her breasts fall onto his chest. He felt her begin to stroke up him as he pulled her up to straddling him. Their kiss broke as he ran his hands along her side slipping off her blouse and bra simultaneously. He held her arms in the air with her garments shackling her hands and looked at her beautiful form in front of him. He pulled her arms back over his shoulders and began kissing along her neck. His fine touches along the base of her neck felt like fire.

Her heat began to sweat and she began to grind it into him. He wrapped his arms around her and eased her back as he moved down and began to tease the aurora of her nipples with his tongue. She moaned lightly driving her jeans harder into him. She laid her head back holding her arms loosely around his neck as he bite lightly on her right nipple. She almost screamed in ecstasy. She pulled him into her chest and held him while he teased it inside his mouth with his tongue. He could feel her hot breath on him as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

She wanted him and she wanted him now. She pulled his head gently off her nipple and stood up in front of him. Quickly she undid the buttons on her jeans and he helped her pull them down and off. As his head rose, he took a sudden flick along her bare moistened heat. She kneeled on top of him and eased her heated mound around him. 

It felt like a silk sleeve enveloping him. A wave of heat and moister pulsing in rhythm with his heated passion. She glided along him in uneven strokes her body shivering with intensity. He felt her nipples hard end against his bare chest. She spun her head back and forth tangling her hair around him. Each movement sent a wave through both of them. They moaned in unison. Phil began thrusting upwards to meet her driving deeper with each thrust. She felt his balls bouncing up hitting her in each motion. Her mind went blank with nothing filling it but desire for more. She wanted more. Phil rode her down on top of him holding her there. She gasps at the depth at which he was in her. Gently he slid her off him and pushed her back to stand up. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as to what he was doing. Phil stood up and led her over to the saddle on the sawhorse. 




Rain



She knew what he wanted and it thrilled her. She leaned her elbows on the saddle and spread her legs apart. Phil moved behind her kissing along her back and massaging her huge breasts. She felt his hard erection sliding along her. Using his hand, he guided it to her dripping desire. He rubbed along it teasing her. She wanted to scream at him to put it in. He guided down along her clit and slapped his cock on it. She put her head into the saddle moaning with each impact. It was driving her wild.

Suddenly he slide fully into her filling her making her head shot up with a scream of desire. The sawhorse creaked against the wooden floor with each driving motion. Phil grasped blues hips pulling her faster into him, filling her deepening passions. Blue felt a wave of orgasms as her breasts began to hit against the soft leather of the saddle. Each one was building in intensity. Her legs and body shook around him as they rippled through her. She couldn’t stand anymore. 

Her head firmly on the saddle she tilted her body downward forcing him to slip out of her. She turned around and kissed him walking him backwards and onto a fur rug in front of the coffee table. She eased him down onto it and began stroking him. She pulled slowly up and down as the head grew a darker purple. He moaned in pleasure. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around it. Inside her mouth she tickled the tip of his mounting excitement as stroked it. Phil reached over and pulled her orgasm soaked mound towards him. 

She lifted herself over him and began to completely envelope him swallowing every bit that she could. His head strained back against the floor as she began running her lips up and down his rod. He pulled his head up into her and slid his tongue inside of her drinking her flowing passions. He puckered and kissed her clit before suckling it in sending a sudden shot through her. He flicked it relentlessly sending her into an orgasm. Her moans vibrated along his swelled rod sending him over the edge. His first loads shot into her willing mouth. She sucked and hummed harder trying to get every drop as he did the same. As their passions subsided, Blu turned back and cuddled against Phil’s body. They molded into each other’s arms. Pulling each other close in the warmth of the fire.

The phone rang at 9AM startling both Phil and Blue. Both scrambled in the filtered rays of daylight coming through the window. Blue reached up grabbing the phone off the table. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Blue it’s Stan. I got the truck. It’s got a rod through it. I’m not sure what I can do with it. The engines pretty well shot. Wanna bring the guy by and I’ll take him off your hands?”

She looked at him and knew He didn’t want to leave.

“Well he’s in the shower right now, but he said see what you can do with it. I’m going to take him into town for some things he needs we’ll be by later this evening.”

“Ok I’ll see ya then.” 

With that, she hung up the phone.

Phil looked at her “I don’t need anything?” 

She smiled. “I’m not going to town.”   



Rain



She was held safely in the warm embrace of the comforter when something brought her from sleep. She sat bolt upright and gasped. When she saw the lightening outside the window she knew what had roused her from sleep. "Thunder, it was only thunder." She smiled to herself and lay back down.

After she'd lain back down and she heard the rain beating down on the roof she knew what would happen. That familiar ache, the itch down deep inside that just wouldn't leave until it had been satisfied.

Dressed in nothing but a short nightshirt she crept silently down the stairs, grabbing a towel on the way through and leaving it by the door. "I must be crazy." She shrugged and unlocked the door, opening it to the porch and stepping out she closed the door quietly behind her.

She approached the edge of the porch and held out her hand to catch some of the rain. It wasn't cold but nor was it a warm rain.

She caught the edge of her nightshirt and pulled it slowly over her head, exposing her to the elements. Gently she stepped down from the porch onto the wet grass. Looking down at her bare feet she wriggled her toes in the moist blades teasing her feet.

As the rain beat down on her body, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. Her hair was already soaked so she pulled it away from her face. As she stood outside the rain started to fall faster and harder.

The rain was coming down hard now. It ran in a river between her breasts and caused her nipples to proudly jut out from her breasts in hard little peaks. Invigorating. Exciting.

As she stood there, eyes closed and head tilted back she brought her arms out to the sides. Legs together, weight on her left foot, eyes closed, head back, arms akimbo she stood letting the rain fall.

The river running from her breasts ran down her abdomen and pooled briefly in the valley at the apex of her thighs before following them down to the soft ground.

Her boyfriend, who got up to relieve himself, saw her through the window and stopped to look. He saw her, head back, arms akimbo, her right leg slightly bent, standing in the rain completely and utterly naked. He was hard as granite.

A thought ran briefly through his mind. "And why not," he said to himself. It was the middle of the night after all, nobody would see. He would, he would go out there and join her in the rain.

He stepped out onto the porch and watched her for a few moments before divesting himself of his briefs. He left them on the porch, atop her nightshirt.

He walked over to her and stood behind her. He knew she didn't hear him over the rain and the thunder.

Suddenly out of nowhere hands were on her waist and a mouth at her neck, kissing and nibbling softly. No other person would be out here except for her lover. No one else was as crazy as she was.

She leaned back into his embrace and lifted her arms to wrap around his neck. Gently he turned her around, and his lips came down onto hers, hot and hard.

They stood there like that for several minutes, kissing and letting the rain cascade down their aroused bodies. He pressed urgently against her, straining with need for her.

She rubbed her body up and down against his, driving him mad with lust. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled against his.

Simultaneously they both slid down to kneeling positions on the ground still locked in one another's embrace. Lips still holding tightly to the kiss, never wanting to leave.

Swiftly he maneuvered her beneath him. He trailed hot wet kisses along her collarbone and her neck, slowly devouring her tender flesh. Inch by excruciating inch he covered her aching breasts in kisses.

Slowly he moved lower until he covered her entire body with passionate kisses. Then he moved up her legs to her sweet valley. His tongue probed her; exciting her and making her delirious with need for release.

He moved his hand up and swiftly brought her sweet release. He dragged his tongue up her body, ending with mind-altering kisses to her swollen lips.

His hands found her supple breasts at exactly the moment he entered her. He held himself inside her for several moments, simply enjoying her moist heat.

Slowly he began to move within her. She met him at every thrust. Every movement, every kiss she met with equal passion. Quickly he brought release to her a second time.

The rain beat down on them both, sluicing between their bodies, creating rivers and pools.

Within moments of her release he was shuddering with the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. It was sensational.

They lay, joined together, letting the rain cool their heated bodies. Slowly he rolled off of her and onto his side on the grass. She kissed him gently on the cheek and stood abruptly, letting the rain run down her body. Washing away his seed, the sweat and the grass from her body.

He stood and let the rain wash him clean as well. After they were both clean they quickly embraced and headed for the porch.

She quickly reached inside and produced the towel. After drying herself she handed the towel to her lover. He dried himself and they both put their pajamas on.

They went inside the house and locked the door behind them. Each brushed their wet hair and she put hers in a quick braid. In bed they held tightly to each other and fell to sleep without a word.



Rain



I drive to a secluded corner of the park. I search for your car but I don't see it. Still, I have the feeling that you are already there... lying in wait. I get out of the car and look around. The rain, which have been pouring down all day, has reduced to a gentle sheet. The air smells fresh and clean. I walk deeper into the park, slightly trembling with the anticipation of finding you. Lustful fantasies occupy my thoughts as I begin my hunt. I dart behind tall trees and under bushes, but find nothing. I walk along a muddy trail that leads deeper into a grove of trees. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see a quick rustling of branches from a nearby bush. My heart beats faster. Is this my prize... my prey? I quickly around the other side of the bush, but don't see anything. Dejected, I let out a sigh and turn around to head back to the trail. I heard another rustling noise close by. What is that sound? I check around the next shrub and notice two sneakers, attached to a pair of legs, protruding from the back of the shrub. I stealthily sneak behind and leap... 

I wrap my hands around your waist. The impact of my dive sent us sliding on the wet, slick grass. I rose to my knees and looked down upon you. The impact pressed you against the ground and you slowly rolled onto your back. I couldn't hold back the gasping sound I made as I first laid eyes upon you. You are wearing a soaked white shirt, clinging to your body. The grass stains on the shirt couldn't hide your nipples poking through the fabric or hide the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. I instantly felt a throbbing in my jeans as I fought the instinct to rip off my pants. Your chest was heaving up and down with each breath you took. I crawled over to you, staring deeply into your eyes for a moment. 

I pulled you to me as our lips locked in a lusty embrace. I slowly lowered your head to the ground and pined your arms above your head. I planted wet, sloppy kisses around your face and neck as my body was grinding against yours. Your nipples pressing against my chest sent shivers down my spine while I continued to grind my body against your inner thigh. I slid down your body, kissing your lower neck and shoulders while my fingers lightly grazed your arms.... gently scratching your neck and running through your hair. 

I kissed your chest, darting my tongue between your breasts. My hands, unable to resist the temptation, pressed your breasts together as I plunged my face between your soft, creamy flesh. My hands kneaded your breasts, causing me to shiver and moan with ecstasy. My thumbs were rubbing and tweaking and tugging on your nipples. My head emerged from your creamy folds as I ran my tongue around an erect nipple. I slowly lowered my mouth onto your breast and began to gently suck down. My tongue flicking at the nipple as one hand continued to knead and tug at your breasts. My other hand desperately tugged at the zipper and button on your jeans. With effort and assistance, I was able to gain access as I slid a trembling hand between your legs. I gasped in surprised as I realized you weren't wearing underwear and felt a wetness not caused by the rain. 

I planted wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach to your waist. I pulled your pants down just past your knees and stared between your legs. Immediately, I lowered my mouth, allowing my tongue to dart around your inner thigh. I reach my hands up to cup your cleavage again as I rolled my tongue around and around... lower and lower. I raised my head to just above you... breathing hotly and heavily down on you, causing your wet, glistening pubic hairs to move. I lowered myself back down upon you and allowed my tongue to quickly dart inside you. 

My hands grasped your bottom as I press my head deeper between your thighs. I felt your hands on my head, guiding me to your sensitive spots. You started to convulse under me as I squeezed your bottom even harder. After a few moments of this, I started to tug at the buttons on my pants, desperate to free my throbbing hard-on. I kicked off my shoes and savagely ripped off my pants and underwear, exposing my throbbing, glistening cock. I straddled over your face as I kneeled over you. My knees were on either side of your head as I lowered my face down between your legs. Picking up on my cue, I felt your warm lips take my sac into your mouth, your tongue rolling around my balls. I started to shake in delirious pleasure as I tried to concentrate on getting you off. 

You guided my throbbing, leaking shaft into your mouth while my tongue and fingers worked in harmony darting in and out at a furious pace. I felt your body tightening up as my probed my fingers deeper inside you. I felt my own impending explosion drawing near as I turned around to face you. I spread apart your legs as you arched yourself up towards me. I lowered myself into you, eyes closed... enjoying the tight, warmth surrounding me. I slowly... deliciously slowly lowered myself inside you until I was completely inside you. I held this position for a moment enjoying your tightness. 

My hands made their way back to your familiar breasts as I slowly... ever so slowly rise from within you. I'm grinding my teeth together in an attempt not to explode right there and then. I pulled myself so only the head of my shaft penetrated your legs. At once I slammed myself back into you, my balls bouncing off your inner thighs. Once more, I slowly... slowly pull myself out. I felt myself starting to lose control. I dug my nails into your waist as I slammed myself inside of you. My breathing becoming more ragged as I continue to pump myself inside you. I start to shake uncontrollably as I drill myself into you the ache between my legs growing stronger and stronger... harder and harder... faster and faster I beat myself within you until at last I cry out and collapse on top of you. My explosion inside you triggered your own orgasm as we both ride wave after wave of ecstatic release until we are left panting and drained.



Rain



It was the first warm weekend of spring as they packed their picnic basket. The sky was threatening as ominous gray clouds blocked the sun periodically. He broached the subject of postponing but she would have nothing to do with it. She even went so far as to cover her ears and start singing when he mentioned postponing the second time and he knew why. Ever since they stumbled across that secluded spot off the beaten path at a local park a few years ago it had become a tradition with them to worship the warmth with wine, cheese, fruit and crusty French bread. So, grudgingly, he finished the picnic basket and loaded up the car and they were off.

The park was sparsely populated with families, the parents mentally calculating the number of minutes of running, jumping, climbing and swinging necessary to cause their children to collapse in bed that night at a reasonable hour. Joggers navigated the running track that circled the park, a look on their faces as though they really weren't enjoying what they were doing. A few "dog" people were there also, playing fetch with their loyal companions, endlessly tossing tennis balls and Frisbees.

They parked and unloaded. He carried the picnic basket; she toted an old comforter that was just thick enough to be comfortable on the grass. They always took a different route to their spot so no one would ever truly know where they were going. The spot they had come to call their own was practically perfect. There were large trees that provided a canopy of shade as well as a small clearing that seemed to let sun in at all times of the day. The wind whispered through the trees just loud enough to drown out most of the surrounding park noise but every so often the sound of children laughing and playing would drift over to them brightening the smiles that were already on their faces. 

She spread out the comforter in the clearing and he put the picnic basket down in one corner. Both were dressed in shorts and T-shirts. He glanced down at their legs. His most definitely showed the effects of lack of sunlight for 5 months while hers sported a nice golden brown glow. She accomplished this by going to a tanning salon, or Fake-n-Bake, as he liked to call them. And for today she enhanced the glow by applying some Tan-in-a-Tube. There was no way she was to be seen in public with white legs.

They kicked off their shoes and lay down on their backs for a minute or two, looking up at the sky. The forecast called for intermittent spring showers not full-blown thunderstorms so he figured the trees would provide enough protection to keep them from getting soaked. She rolled to her side, resting her head in her hand propped up by her elbow, and watched as he unpacked their feast. He spread out the fruit first, bunches of both red and green seedless grapes, some tart granny smith apples, a softball sized navel orange and bowl of large juicy strawberries. He had packed sharp cheddar cheese, a delicate provolone, and a small piece of blue cheese to contrast the sweet fruits. Two small loaves of crusty French bread and a well-chilled bottle of Chardonnay completed the picnic menu.

As they ate, the sun shined brightly and the threat of rain disappeared at least for the time being. Glass by glass the bottle of wine emptied, washing down bites of cheese, bread and fruit. Full and satisfied, the remains of their feast scattered around them, they lay back down, eyes closed, absorbing the warmth of the sun. The splash of a lone raindrop on his forehead startled him and he sat up. He must have dozed off briefly because he failed to notice the sun was now gone and a dark gray cloud hung directly over them. 

She had fallen asleep too. He tried to wake her as more drops began to fall. He scurried around filling up the picnic basket with the leftovers from lunch. She propped herself up on her elbow and asked what he was doing. 

He stopped and pointed to the sky, "It's raining," he said. 

"You big baby," she said as she lay back down, the rain falling harder now. 

He gathered everything up that he could and ran under the tree. It wasn't a thunderstorm so lightening wasn't a problem. "You're going to get soaked!" he shouted to her. She just turned her head toward him and politely stuck out her tongue.

It was pouring now. She stood up in the middle of the comforter, spread out her arms, tilted her head back and let the rain wash over her. He watched from under the tree as she ran her fingers through her now drenched hair. It was as if she were moving in slow motion. She ran her hands over her face, fingers tracing her lips. She opened her mouth to catch the rain as it fell, bouncing off her tongue. Her eyes were closed. She ran her hands down her chest. Her shirt was completely wet and her nipples showed through as they pressed against the fabric. Her hands continued down her stomach to the top of her shorts then back up again, retracing the path over her breasts to her face and through her hair again. She opened her arms wide once again and began to twirl in slow circles, head toward the sky, the rainwater cascading down her body.

He could no longer contain himself. He left the protection of the tree and joined her in the middle of the comforter. They embraced and he kissed the rain from her forehead, cheeks, and the tip of her nose and finally her lips. They kissed deeply as the rain drenched them both. He reached behind her and lifted her shirt over her head as she did the same to him. He removed her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands. He followed the trickles of rainwater that flowed over her breasts with his tongue, stopping to take each nipple in his mouth, sucking and gently nibbling. He kissed down between her breasts toward her belly button, kneeling as he did. 

He unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, sliding them off over her hips and down her legs. She balanced herself on his shoulder to step out of them. He eased her panties down in the same fashion. She stood above him, legs slightly spread. He placed his hands on her knees, slipped them behind her legs and up the backs of her thighs to her ass. She spread her legs just a bit more as his tongue found her clit. He flicked back and forth with the tip of his tongue held firm. Then tracing her lips he tasted the sweet mixture of rainwater and her juices. He pressed his face deeper between her legs, feeling her hands in his hair, pulling him to her. His tongue now deep inside her, he moved it in circles, sliding along the inner walls of her pussy, feeling her squeeze down hard around it.

Her knees became weak as he continued his passionate assault. The rain continued to splash on their bodies, but they were oblivious to it. She lowered herself down to the comforter on her back, knees bent, and his head still buried between her legs. He concentrated on her clit now with his tongue as he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping them slowly at first then faster and faster. Her lips and clit swelled as she squirmed under his tongue. He stopped and she looked up. He got to his feet, slipped of his shorts and underwear and lay down on his back. 

Without a word, she positioned herself over him, straddling his face, her lips just above his cock. She felt his fingers and tongue begin their dance again as she took his cock in her hand slowly stroking from base to head. With the tip of her tongue she teased the slit in the head of his cock, then drew circles around and around the head. She gently played with his balls and she took some of his cock into her mouth, her tongue dancing over it, sucking. With this he sucked hard on her clit, driving his fingers deep inside her. She pressed back hard toward his fingers at the same time taking his cock deep into her mouth, sucking and licking. She matched the rhythm of his fingers as she pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, still playing with his balls. He thrust his hips to meet her mouth as he used his fingers to spread her pussy wide, burying his tongue deep inside her, drinking every drop of her juices.

Not able to stand it any longer, she repositioned herself, her pussy just above the head of his throbbing cock. She used one hand to spread her lips wide and the other to guide his cock her waiting pussy. She slid the head of his cock back and forth over her clit and up and down the groove between the lips of her pussy. Guiding the head just inside her, she proceeded to lower herself on to him. He slowly pushed his hips up to meet her as she came down on him. Once completely lowered on him she rocked back and forth, squeezing down hard on him. 

She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands, so that her breasts were in reach of his lips and tongue. He took them in his hands and sucked each nipple in succession as she began to raise and lower her hips, squeezing his cock on the way up and slamming back down to meet his thrusts. Hard and fast, slow and smooth, she controlled the tempo, the rain coming down harder than before almost stinging when it hit them. He sucked, nibbled and licked her nipples, eyes closed to protect against the rain. She increased the tempo; harder and faster she moved her hips, her head lowered, concentrating on the feeling. She was ready to explode. 

She sat upright again; her head tilted up toward the rain, finger furiously working her clit as he grabbed her ass and thrust his hips up hard to meet her. Faster and faster, his cock was burning, throbbing, ready to come. Her pussy swollen and on fire she was ready to come too. A few harder, fast and furious thrusts and he buried his cock deep inside her, coming hard. She leaned back, her pussy squeezing down hard then releasing, coming with him. Exhausted she collapsed onto his chest, his cock still inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay there, rain slowly slacking up, but still washing over them.

They stayed there until the rain stopped then put on their sopping wet clothes. They gathered everything together and made the trek back to the car. A few people were still milling around the parking lot, but none were as wet as they were. And none could figure out why they were smiling so brightly either. They packed up the car and started to head home, both knowing that this picnic would be hard to if not impossible to top.



Rain



"I feel it. It's coming... You're love's coming down like...rain. Wash away my sorrow take away my pain, your love's coming down like rain. " Madonna

The thunder resounded within her heart and the atmosphere. Every step she took carried her further into the rain. The atmosphere swirled around her taking her breath away just as quickly as her tears could. Her heart lurched with the violet veins of lightening as they spread across the sky. Dark lashes sweep down in the act of closing her eyes. She turns her face to the clouds, beseeching them to cry with her. Soft fingertips gently caress her bottom lip in remembrance of his kiss. 

A soft cry greets the air when she finally takes a breath. Heavy lids glide upward to reveal her passionate depths. Clutching both sides of her ivory silks she raises them and begins to run into the forest. Golden tendrils flying out behind her as she flees into the light and steady rain. The tender drops falling to greet her and gather upon her flesh. She's not sure why she's running. She's not even sure that she should run. But her heart it begs her to run to find release, to take away the pain.

Bare feet fall to the damp grass and carry her to an unknown destination. Her tears mingle with the raindrops that kiss her cheeks. Every breath she takes collects in her lungs and burns with each step. The fresh scent of the earth being bathed fills her senses and burns into her soul. Amber eyes turn up to the sky once again and flash with the bolt of lightening that snakes across the heavens. 

She can feel it in her very core. The need. The all-consuming desire to feel him once again blazes within her spirit. She cuts through the thin grass that sways and brushes across her thighs as she runs. The land seems to swallow her form the deeper she runs into the forest. She covers her eyes with the back of her hand, running blindly into nowhere. Tiny feet pound into the damp earth heedless of the pebbles that dig into her flesh. She gives herself to the rain, to the need that begs to be fulfilled.

Trees and bushes rush past her, some bending toward her in the wake of her path. Her heart pounds with the resounding boom ushered from deep within the clouds. Suddenly she stops. Her chest heaves when she tries to gather her breath and her wet silks. She stumbles toward an old wise tree. Laying her cheek against the weathered bark and closing her eyes she allows herself to cry harder. Tiny hands coarse through her disheveled tresses and pull them into her face to hide the heat and shame. Slowly she sinks down the side of the tree, resting for a moment.

It's just that sometimes a girl feels like running. She knows she shouldn't. Of course she does. She knew before she ever stepped foot outside that she was running from him when all that she ever wanted to do was run to him. Her foolish pride had captured her senses again. And despite the fact that she knew she should obey; she ran. Moist amber eyes scan the pathway she forged, hoping beyond hope that his form will darken her path.

She quickly turns her head back to the tree and sighs. A light hiccup is all that she has left to offer. She snuggles further into the tree a single silken tear falling from her closed eyes. Moist lashes lay upon her cheek, and light even breathing marks the rise and fall of her chest as she relaxes. It seems as though all of the stubborn will and pride has vanished in the wake of her longing to feel him close.

The raindrops sink into the earth and cause her silks to cling to her curves with their succulence. But she doesn't shiver for any other reason than she needs him. She feels so weak now, her limbs manage to drape around the tree and grasp it. She doesn't even hear him approach. His stealth has always been one of strong and quiet dominance. She drifts into a tumultuous slumber with the effortless tune and pitter pat of the rainfall. Shaking her head softly to the quiet voices that torture her and tell her she's done wrong by her Master.

He steps between the foliage and sees her lying there at the base of a tree. Curled around the rough bark as if it were a lifeline. A half smile crosses his face, but those dark eyes glimmer and give no hint that he's amused. He stands still for a moment, just watching her. He scans her surroundings and deems that no harm has come to her and all seems relatively safe. A sure and even stride carries him to stand just inches from her quiet form.

He hunches down into a squatting position, hovering just inches over her sleeping body. With the back of his hand he lightly strokes her cheek, as was his habit when he watched her sleep. She whimpers quietly knowing his touch whether sleeping or waking. Creamy skin turns and presses into the back of his hand, stroking back. He skims his hand up along her cheek and further until his fingers delve into her wet locks. Raking his nails tenderly against her scalp. Not really trying to stir her, but rather just drinking in her serene beauty. He glances down at her heaving cleavage and is quite sure that his little one is awake now despite her closed eyes. 

He curls his fingers in toward his palm, gathering golden tendrils in his grip. He silently rises and pulls her with him. She remains still, facing the forest with her back toward him. She can feel his grip grow tighter in her hair and she holds her breath ready for the quick jerk. But the quick jerk doesn't ensue. Rather he releases her abruptly and twirls her around to face him. His arm curls around her waist to catch her as she stumbles. Somewhat alarmed and stunned she begins to speak only to be silenced by his lips crushing down into hers. 

Her rosy lips part and offer him the tender inner flesh of her mouth. Curling her hands around his neck and stepping up into him. Stepping into all that he is, all that she wants, and all that she needs. She cries softly against his lips, his teeth nipping at her lower lip before he delves his tongue between her lips and takes what is his. His strong hand glides down her hip and thigh, grasping her silks and nearly ripping them up so that he can feel her bare flesh. Murmuring softly between her lips, "Foolish girl." 

His tanned hand is a stark contrast to her pale skin. He curls his fingers into her flesh as he curves his hand around to her ass. Gripping her with all of his strength to pull her body closer to him. He breaks their kiss and inches back from her face. His eyes spark with the fire and rage he holds deep within. Those eyes search and delve into her and she can do nothing to stop it. Well perhaps she could run. And the idea did cross her mind again for a second. But the firm smack to her ass stopped that idea right in its tracks. 

"Remember little one, I know you." His words are warm and deep as they tumble into her ear. She shakes her head softly and lowers her eyes without saying a word. Those strong fingertips grip the back of her neck when he lowers his head. His lips find the smooth flesh of her neck as he tilts her head back for his exploration. Quietly kicking her feet apart so that he may slip his thigh between her legs. 

And she can't seem to help herself. She grinds into his thigh wantonly showing him the desire she's always had for him. A slight whimper escapes her when he marks her skin with his teeth. Stark white teeth trail down lower and lower, his lips moving against her flesh as he speaks. "Tell me little one, are you going to run now? Hmm?" His tongue lashes out to strike just below the bodice of her silks. Strong fingers curling into the silk of her gown and pulling it from her shoulders and down her chest. 

The only answer she can manage to give him is a shake of her head. Her amber eyes growing wide with the honesty relinquished with that answer. He moves back just enough to slip her silks from her body, the light rain pelting against her bare skin. His hungry eyes slowly rake over every inch of her flesh. She timidly darts her eyes around the forest hoping to find no others about. And before she can give it a second thought her arms and hands move to cover her nakedness. 

Another smack to her ass causes her to yelp and nearly jump away from him. But his strong grip holds her in her place. "Don't even think about it little one. If I wish you'll trot nude all the way home. And you would deserve it and you know it." She nods and lowers her eyes. "It would seem that your Master wishes to have you right here and now and does not wish for any delays. Is that understood?" Anticipating that she won't answer he smacks her ass once more and bellows in her ear, "Answer me little one." 

"Y-y-y-yes Sir." She quietly answers in a heated rush. He steps up to her and courses his hands down her back and over her round ass. The warmth of her ass emanates into his hand. The hot pink flesh so firm in his grip. He growls softly in her ear and lowers her to the ground in his arms. His lips keenly find her lips and feast upon her flesh. She moves into him without hesitation. All thought leaving as one bare instinct takes over. The instinct to please her Master courses through her veins as freely as her blood.

He gently lays her upon the soft sweet grass, parting her legs with his knee. His presence looms over her when he pulls back to unfasten his pants. The thunder lightly rumbles in tandem with his growl. Those golden glimmering eyes gaze down at her in adoration as much as dominance. He takes her lips and kisses her so very tenderly, laying his body atop of hers and temporarily shielding her from the rain. His hard cock pressing into her thigh when he trails his tongue down her chest. Tracing a white- hot trail of passion to her pert rosy nipple with his tongue, he suckles it between his warm lips. 

His hand cups her other breast as he grazes the pad of his thumb across the tight rosy nub. She writhes beneath him so ready for him and finding it so very difficult to restrain herself. He sucks her tight nipple between his teeth and begins to saw it amid them. The sensations drive her absolutely mad with pleasure. She glides her thigh up along his hip and he captures it without even looking back. His strong grip holding her thigh up and pressing it back with a sure push. 

The steady thrumming of raindrops fall through the canopy of leaves among the trees. A few drops land upon them and wet their entangled bodies. His mouth keeps her warm. Her body always reacts to his with a light pink flush whether from his firm hand or his gentle touch. She arches up into him in a sign of shameless need. He continues his trail down between the valley of her breasts. He seems undaunted by the lustful exhibition of her thrusting hips. 

She knows that he wants her just as much as she wants him. She also knows that he is determined to make her wait. She can almost hear him telling her to beg him for more. "Please Master," she whispers through parched lips. He lifts his head to look up to her. "Please what little one?" And before she can plead with him further, he moves to cover her body with his and enters her in one smooth stroke. He makes sure to fill her tight pussy with every inch of his hard cock. 

A cry of sheer pleasure escapes her and fills the air. He rotates his hips in several small circles, driving her crazy with each and every movement he makes. She arches up into him to still those maddening movements. He releases her thigh and glides his hands around her hips, gripping her in a vice like grip as he slowly withdraws inch by inch of his luscious cock. The pull is so sweet and laborious. She coats every inch of his cock with her warm sweet cream. 

Her tight pussy pulling and convulsing around him, desperately trying to keep him sheathed deep within her cunt. She grips him with her tight inner muscles and groans sweetly with the caress of his satin cock along her inner folds. Rivulets of rain gradually roll down his face to drop to her face, dissipating in their path over the lovers. She shakes her head repeatedly. Wet tendrils splay to her cheeks and forehead in her effort to still his departure. 

He digs his fingers into her skin and swiftly thrusts his cock into her again. Another cry of pure pleasure greets him as her pussy convulses around him, pulling his rigid cock in deeply. Every cry she gives pushes him further over the edge. He grits his teeth and begins to thrust into her continually, making sure that each thrust is harder than the last. He literally shoves her into the ground with his force. 

Then he stops abruptly. His throbbing cock pulsing deeply within her cunt. A nasty little grin spreads his lips and his words are almost taunting and teasing as he begins to pull out of her a fraction of an inch at a time. "What's the matter little one? Hmm? Tell me what you want, what you need." She groans and compresses her hands into tight little fists. "Please no Sir no! Don't stop!" she cries in a desperate little plea. 

She reaches up and caresses his chest in an act of reciprocation. Those amber eyes turning a shade darker as she clenches him even harder and begins to grind up into him. He leans down and growls into the crevice of her throat, "I want to hear it little one."

"Oh please Sir, I want to feel your sweet gift fill me. I want you to cum in my tight little cunt. Fuck me Sir, fuck me hard and without mercy. I want your tight cock to stretch my little pussy. Give it to me Sir, fuck me with that hard thick dick of yours." 

Without hesitation, he pulls back and slams back into her tight cunt. He almost shoves his balls into her wet cunt. His resounding growl filling the air as he thrusts into her over and over again with all of his strength. He reaches up and grabs her shoulders to hold her in place, and rams all nine inches into her quivering flesh. 

Tilting her head back, she cries out and arches up into him, giving him all that she is. His touch and force seeping into her veins until she finds that she is the vessel in which her Master releases, and she revels in this knowledge. Panting softly, she attempts to catch her breath. Blind eyes roll back as she curls her hands in her hair. His hips crashing into her in abandon. She curls her legs around his hips hoping to keep him closer, but she is no match for his strength. 

Instead, he grabs her legs and forces them forward. A dark and determined gleam flashes in his eyes as he increases his efforts. His pretentious cock pistons in and out of her wet folds as he fucks her furiously. He pulls back and shoves his cock in her cunt with one harsh thrust. Holding himself deeply within and allowing her to catch her breath. 

"Mm my sweet little one." He murmurs just inches from her lips. She pants softly and rises to meet his lips. Kissing him hungrily as she wraps her arms around his neck; showing him that she is ready to receive him. He kisses her tenderly and departs from her lips, rising to hover over her. She rakes her nails down his back in approval, leaving red flowing streaks in the wake of her nails. Murmuring up to him endearingly, "Please Master cum for me." Knowing that this is her place and having displeased him earlier, one should cum only when allowed.

"You are to cum for me too little one. And I want you to cum now. Now little one." He begins to thrust once again in the wake of his words. He pinches her nipples between his fingers and rotates his hips to drive her crazy. She shudders and clenches him tighter than ever before. Her sweet cream floods his cock and washes his solid shaft with her sweetness, coating every inch that delves into her tightness. 

She throws her head back, curling her fingers into his sides as she grips him. Her hectic breath ushered out with each gasp and cry of pleasure, crying out his name every time a spasm of erotic bliss rocks her body. She moves her body gracefully as if she is in an erotic trance, riding wave after wave of pleasure into the core of passion. 

He bends down and draws the tip of his tongue along the exposed line of her neck, drawing his hand down the center of her body in a smooth and erotic caress as he rises. This time when he leans back, he has the devil in his eyes. He rares back and fucks her harder than ever before, grunting and groaning as he uses her body for his pleasure.

He fills her with his hot seed, pumping into her with renewed vigor. His own pleasure fueling his fire. Slamming his hips in and grinding in a wide arc, his own cries shadow her labored breath. He skims his hands along her sides and lowers himself to her flushed body, pulling her into his arms and rolling onto his back. 

She cuddles into his arms and burrows her face in his chest. A light chuckle rumbles and gently shakes her head as he holds her. She smiles up to him when his hand skims down and covers her ass, melting into him heart and soul.



Rain



Hmm let me see... 

We'd both looked sideways at each other when we'd seen the weather forecast. "rain all day with possible thunderstorms" it was hot and sunny for the third day in a row, perfect to go for a walk and take some photos. 

Wandering in the bush later that afternoon we did notice a drop in temperature but only enough so we started back to the car not enough to scare us off taking pictures; but as the first drops hit, we knew it wasn't going a gentle spring shower. The sound of the heavy drops as they hit the leaves of the trees above us sounded like rain on a tin roof. It was still warm though and as the lazy drops fell from the canopy in big wet splotches we packed our cameras into our bags and taking you by the hand we started hurrying towards the car. 

The rain got heavier and as we made it back to the car park we both saw the dark menacing clouds rolling towards us. We were both well on the way to being completely soaked. I climbed over in the back seat and popped the clips opening up the boot area finding the beach towel there I threw it at you just as the first lightning hit a tree up on the ridge with a crackle. The rain got harder still as it drove the last picnic goers from the car park leaving our car the only one.

Watching the rain cast streamers down the windscreen the odd light made it look like your skin was a sheet of water grabbing my camera I took a photo and watched your eyes light up in a mock challenge. I was still in the expanded boot area and you climbed over in a mock attempt to grab the camera from me. Dodging you I put the camera back then leant playfully for a kiss catching your mouth just as a second strike of lightning exploded an exposed rubbish bin in the middle of the picnic area laughing I took your hands in mine and laid you down holding your hands above your head I kissed you again this time my hips rolled above yours and you could feel my length already pushing against my jeans. matched by the lust you saw in my eyes. 

My mouth devoured yours as our tongues found each other. My fingers entwined yours as I rolled completely on top of you my legs falling between yours. my hips already slowly rocking, grinding against yours. The rain beat down even heavier making it almost impossible to talk but I could hear you breathing and my heartbeat as my mouth found your neck. My hands roaming down your sides to your hips enjoying the taste of your skin the smell of you close. 

Propping myself up on my elbows my fingers lazily played across your chest I kissed you once quickly a second time more longingly and a third time with a real hunger for you. My hands found their way to the top of your pants as we shuffled position and your hands reaching for my belt buckle kneeling close together we kissed and I reached behind you my hand under your top releasing the catch on your bra. 

Leaving our still damp tops on my jeans dropped as far as my ankles before I turned you around releasing your pants from behind my body against yours my hands followed the curve of your hips forward down onto your upper thigh kissing your neck my hands drew up across your stomach to your breasts, cupping them with my fingers brushing your nipples. 

Turning you once again you lost your pants completely and I laid down on the deck of the car getting you to straddle my face my mouth immediately coming into contact with your womanhood you jumped at the first contact and again as lightning struck the empty brown picnic shelter. With your hands on the roof of the car and your pussy hovering just above my face, I could smell your arousal and the damp heat already rising off our bodies. I pull you down to within reach of my mouth my tongue flicking, swirling across your clit. my fingertips brushing the inside of your thighs with the beach towel rolled up under my head I am able to place a kiss right on the entrance to your love tunnel my tongue circling the sensitive ring of muscle before darting deep tasting your essence. 

I pull you down harder my mouth fastening on your clit sucking it in flicking it between my tongue and top lip feeling you jump each time and your wetness increases its flow dribbling down my chin. My hands brush the cleft of your bottom and down till it finds your wet hole dipping gently at first the probing deeper as my mouth increases its tempo on your clit my two middle fingers enter you and begin a slow stroking motion on your g spot. 

Trapped as you are with my mouth on your clit and my arms wrapping around your thighs you can only steady yourself on the roof of the car as you feel the climax build my mouth continuing its work and my fingers insistent at their need to drive you over the edge as your need builds your hips begin to rock on my face but my mouth stays fixed somehow on your clit and my fingers stabbing into you now always hit your g at the depth of their stroke. 

Feeling your pussy muscles contract with the oncoming climax I step up the speed of my fingers driving into you and my mouth centres its sole attention on sucking on your clit. as you come your thighs grip my head as in a vice and all I can do is continue sucking as your pussy is suddenly flooded with your girl juice.

Your thighs slowly relax as the intensity of the climax lessens but I continue blowing cool air across your clit sending shivers up through your spine. another crack of lightning breaks the tension as we both realise at once how steamed up we'd got the windows of the car laughing together; and you now with a special twinkle in your eye. We get our pants back on and rearrange the seats for the drive home....

chapt 2 the bath 

Arriving home we rush inside brushing against each other in our rush to get inside as the rain sweeps in heavier behind us pausing for a playful kiss I back you up against the wall. 

"How bout a hot bath ...you run it I'll come scrub your back for you in a couple" I say winking at you suggestively

You head off to the bathroom and I hear the water begin to flow 

Going in the other direction first to the fireplace setting a fire and lighting it; before heading to the bedroom giving it a quick tidy I place a few candles and wine ready for later. Returning to the fire, I check its burning brightly. Flicking on the stereo to some relaxing music I head for the bathroom peeling off my wet clothes as I go.

Arriving just as your settling deeper into the bubbles I sit on the side of the bath my hand trailing in the water outlining your feminine curves. cupping your breasts and letting my fingertips drift reluctantly across your nipples. You sit up and I drag a facecloth across your back watching the layer of hot water run over your skin. Taking my hand you guide me, standing I get into the bath behind you, letting you lay back against me. 

My fingertips start on your shoulders and travel down towards your breasts letting the barest of touches catch your nipple my hands cup your breasts from underneath my thumb and forefinger trap your nipples and pinch them slightly as my mouth finds the base of your neck. My hands wander down your sides to your hips tracing circles on the front of your thighs, my teeth graze your shoulder taking nibbles and kisses as I work my way back to your neck, turning your head I catch your mouth with mine.

My fingers drift across your stomach and down trailing warm water as they go down across your mons and briefly teasingly find your clit touching it in recognition of its need I move on as I break the kiss and my mouth finds your other shoulder. My left hand cupping your breast just plays back n forth across your nipple as the fingers of my right hand explore amongst your labia and back towards your clit but not touching it you can feel the water swirl around its sensitiveness. 

The play continues my hands continually changing positions; barely a word is said my mouth roaming your neck and shoulders, the focus gradually moves towards the centre of your womanhood. Both my hands coming together; one playing on your clit with the lightest of touches sustaining your sensitivity but not raising its level; my other hand playing amongst your labia and occasionally dipping into you. Just relaxing with you in my arms no need for a rush towards anything the world waiting for us to rejoin it in our own time.

The water slowly becomes colder but gradually enough so that its an hour before we are both aware of the change. Moving first I get out taking your hand I gather a towel and wrap you in it. I cup your face in my hands drawing you into a deep kiss before leading you towards the fire and its warmth.....

chapt 3 sex and the storm

The fire had burnt itself down to a glowing pile of embers radiating as much heat as the tension between us. You drop your towel to the floor and my eyes devour your body in all its beauty, the curve of your hips highlighted by the soft focus glow given off by the fire. 

I throw a log on the embers causing you to jump back at the shower of sparks. catching you I wrap you in my arms, standing behind you my arms across your front. I hold you close our bodies fit together like they are made for each other. we both watch the fire lost in the play of flames as they take hold of the new fuel.

The nearness of your body soon distracts me and my hands curious on their own accord seek you out, turning you in my arms our eyes lock, before I kiss you deeply my tongue invading your mouth.

Kneeling in front of you my mouth directly in front of your pussy my hands on your hips. I get you to lay back on the pile of cushions your side onto the warm glow of the fire and the storm continues to rage outside.

Kissing my way up the inside of one thigh I continue up across your stomach and chest nibbling at random points as I make my way up. Pausing to soothe a nip on your neck with a tender kiss I cup your face in my hands. My legs lay between yours, my hips aligned with yours, my hardness burning with heat lays over your clit. Rocking slightly my shaft nestles down between your labia and my shaft slowly strokes your clit.

Continuing to kiss your face, neck and shoulders, I prop my self up on one elbow to trail a finger from your collarbone to your breast and ribcage; before returning along a different curve. My thigh lies between your legs our bodies almost touching in a continuous line from head to toe. 

Rolling you towards the fire I spoon you from behind my hands roaming your front once again, feeling the warmth of the fire radiating off your skin, feeling the heat of my manhood nestled between your thighs. Adjusting our angles slightly the head of my cock falls into line with the entrance to your wetness. 

Just slowly entering you savouring the feeling as I fill you, my shaft seemingly expanding as it continues its path deeper into you. Feeling the grip your pussy gives me as I slowly withdraw not all the way but leaving the head of my cock just inside you reluctant to leave. My hands play music across your breasts stomach and clit, nowhere and everywhere. Your body nestled in my arms the fire playing patterns of light across the walls and your skin, my mouth teasing your neck and shoulders as I slowly start rocking my hips filling you once again.

The speed and force of the gentle fucking I'm giving you is unhurried and relaxed but with a hunger all of its own wanting to draw out the feeling as long as possible enjoying the feel of being joined with you and filling you like only I could. Feeling the need inside of you build slowly I increase the tempo and my hands no longer roaming grip your hips driving my whole length deep inside you

The force also becomes harder and little beads of sweat break away from the surface of our skin and roll down given freedom by the combined heat of the fire and the heat which we are now generating between us. 

My hunger for you balanced by my wanting to give to you such an intimate gift. I control the tempo reading your body watching your climax build. My hands aiding in the tune I want to play with you, feeling your need through the waves pulsing through the core of your womanhood. 

Driving into you harder as my own need for you raises to a level I can't ignore my hands hasten you towards the edge over which you must now fall. Feelling you tense in my arms and your hands grip mine as you reach that very edge I drive into you harder and deeper than you thought possible watching you fall I let my own need go as we share the culmination of our voyage.

The breathing slows the heartbeat loud in the ears slowly falls in intensity and I'm there to catch you as you fall holding you tight in my arms my body locked with yours.



Rain



"It looks like rain," she said, unbuttoning her blouse.

Trying not to stare as this strange woman removed her blouse, I moved my eyes back and forth between looking up at the skies and then looking back into her steel blue eyes. It did look like rain, but I didn't really get the connection between the chance of rain and her blouse. I wondered if perhaps it was an expensive blouse and she didn't want to ruin it in the rain, but when she simply tossed it on the bench and reached to unclasp her bra, I couldn't help but stare.

"Well, come on, I can't do this alone, can I?"

"Exactly what is it you can't do alone?" I asked, admiring her beautiful, small breasts. The nipples stood firmly in the brisk morning air, the dark areolas were small, but they contrasted from her pale skin making them look larger.

"I've always wanted to fuck in the rain, what about you?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.

"Well... I mean, yes, but right here? In the park?"

"Why not, no one's around now and if a few minutes it will be pouring raining, who'll be out then?"

"But what about those apartments over there, they'll see us?"

"Come on, most everyone's at work, except some housewives, and hey, we'll give them a thrill. Hell, maybe when their husbands get home they'll offer a treat."

"But what if the police come by?" I replied, noticing the first drop of rain splash on her breast, trickling the droplets down over her nipple. I watched her take both hands to her breast and lean toward me in offering.

"I can imagine nothing tastes more wonderful than tasting raindrops off a lover's body. What do you think?" she asked, still offering her breast to me.

It was an offer I simply could not refuse. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over her nipple, then slowly circled the areola.

Removing her hands from her breast, she began unbuttoning my shirt, while I switched to the other breast. She arched her back, letting her long black hair fall down her back. When I glanced up, I could see it glistening some from the rain.

She then backed away, sat down on the bench and then leaned back, hooking the heel of one foot over the back rest. I fumbled clumsily with my pants, kicking off my shoes, all while completely engrossed in her open legs, the beautiful thighs, and the incredible pussy peeking demurely out from the dark black bush.

Tossing my clothes aside, I moved toward her, my cock hard and aching to get inside her, but instead of diving on her and shoving myself to the hilt, I kneeled before her and ran my tongue up her thigh. The rainwater felt cool against her warm flesh as I followed the rivulets up her thigh. I smelled her damp, heady fragrance as my tongue gently pried her lips apart, slowly working up and down, pushing deeper with each movement.

Soon I was rewarded as I gained entry into her wet cunt and the intense flavor of her flowed over my tongue. Earthy tart, I pushed my tongue into her as deep as possible, drinking what I could before withdrawing and moving upward, searching her clit. Her hips began moving beneath me, pushing her pussy against my face, wetting my cheeks and chin in her juices.

I felt a shiver run though her body and noticed how hard it was raining. We were both absolutely drenched, and the pouring rain was splashing off our bodies. Realizing she was cold, I removed my mouth from her pussy, stood up, and then leaned down over her. She immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing my mouth and face, slurping up her juices before the rain could wash them away.

Her cunt was so wet, my cock slid smoothly into her, enveloping me in her warmth. She then wrapped her legs around me as I began thrusting and withdrawing. The rain water splashed away from us as we crashed together and then covered us again as we drew apart. In no time, I felt the pressure building in my balls as wet waves of pleasure splashed over me and I pumped my hot cum deep inside her.

She came with me, clamping me tight with her arms and legs as her pussy walls squeezed my cock. After a few final thrusts, I fell down over her and noticed the rain had eased up some. Remembering we were out in public, I withdrew from her just in time to see the bus slowly pulling away.

"A bus?"

"Yeah," she replied, "this didn't used to be a bus stop, but the bus sure stopped. The driver opened the door, but nobody got off."

"You noticed all that? And... and... and what did they see."

"Well, it pulled up just before you kneeled down between my legs."

"They saw it all?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, God it was exciting. That and the rain, and you, and you. And God you were fantastic."

"They saw it all?"

She nodded, smiling as she began pulling on her wet clothes. Quickly I grabbed my clothes and began pulling on my pants, hoping the police wouldn't show up. By the time I got fully dressed I noticed the strange woman had dressed and walked up the street, heading for the very same bus that had paused to watch our show.

I ran toward her as she shouted out, "See I was right, that wasn't a bus stop, they just paused for your performance."

"But wait," I cried out, as she disappeared on the bus. A grey plume of smoke arose from the tail pipe and fast as I could run, I couldn't catch up. I finally stopped, collapsing on another bench trying to catch my breath.

Ever since then, I always watch the weather diligently, making sure I take time to visit the park whenever, "It looks like rain."



Rain



Glaring at the windshield wipers as they slapped uselessly across the rain drenched glass, frustrated with their ineffectuality, she drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel. A major highway, an interstate for Pete's sake... limping along at forty miles per stinking hour. "It's just water," she thought to herself as she surged forward into the other lane, "not ice, snow, sleet, or hail. Just friggin' water." However, as she began to move forward in the other lane, her wipers became more of a failed attempt than a success, she realized just how hard the rain was coming down. Late morning, but the sky was dusk dark, lighting arced across the sky, thunder boomed so loudly that it shook her car and still she limped along the interstate, praying for a break in the flood so she could get where she needed to be.

Not impatient, really, more like single minded. Mid-twenties, attractive, she was a girl you knew was pretty but couldn't really pin down why. She wasn't a striking beauty, but moved with purpose so even in motion, she commanded attention. But if you looked close enough, hard enough, or deep enough, you learned it was the eyes. Plain blue eyes, but with depths unfathomable. And in those depths, pain. You might never learn more about her, but you knew there was pain. The ones who looked rarely saw it, and she had worked a long time to see to that. Years of hellish nightmares taught her to hide herself under layers of brick and mortar. Simply put, even if you were lucky enough to have her, you had nothing. And there had been those who had tried. Looking at her, you saw the unattainable, not the reason behind it. So she became an object. Something to be had. But when it was all over, she was left feeling vaguely let down, detached. Thinking to herself, "You've touched me, held me, wrapped yourself in me, but you don't even know me." Then she pushed them away. It wasn't that she didn't care or that she was heartless, she was just waiting for the one person who could have her. The one person who could touch her and in doing so, reach her.

She began fumbling with the radio, cursing under her breath, still stuttering along at a crawl, smiling a bit when she found a good song to sing along with. No, not one of her talents, but sing she did... loudly. And that good song flowed into another good song and before she knew it, she was at her exit. Flipping the signal, she merged into the exit lane and let her mind think ahead. 

He was waiting for her, likely lying in his bed, reading some poetry or maybe a book that he'd read a hundred times before. Smiling to herself, she saw him lying there, one arm under his head, the other holding the book. Smoke trailing from the cigarette he surely had resting in the ashtray by the bed. An open can of soda just within reach. He was a man of simple joys. She was going to be late, almost an hour late, but he would greet her at the door with a smile, a hug, a kiss. He would just fold her in his arms, tell her how happy he was to see her, and they would move to his bedroom, likely watch some incredibly stupid cartoon, and laugh... God would they laugh. 

At each stop light, she groomed a bit. The Main St. intersection saw her pulling a brush through her hair; Chapel Rd, lipstick; Bloughton Dr., mascara. He wouldn't care, but it felt good to look her best for him. Oh, he'd notice, sure. But he saw past that. Pretty trappings were fine, but he didn't just look at her eyes, he saw them. By the time she hit the last block before road, she was stuffing the things she would carry in the house with her into a plastic grocery store bag that was lying on the floor of her car. It may not keep them bone dry, but it would help.

Smiling, feeling the tinge of anticipation zing through her veins, making her heart jump and her butt wiggle just a bit in the seat, she pulled out on to his street. Watching the other drivers blow past, rushing to some place or another, miserable in their lives and not knowing why, she couldn't help the smug grin that crept across her face. These poor lonely miserable bastards were driving in this gloomy rain, this godforsaken downpour, all rushing to their respective nothing. Rushing, absolutely racing to the pills, the bitter acidic pills that their lives had become. But not her. She was screaming her way to him. 

Flicking her blinker one more time, she pulled into his driveway. She slung her computer case over one shoulder, grabbed the bag with her purse, cell phone, change of clothes, and makeup bag with the other hand and threw the car door open. She hit the pavement nearly at a run, trying in vain to dodge rain drops. She knocked and then, all the wait, all the rain, the idiot drivers, it all faded. He was there, smiling his own little smile. His eyes saying, in more ways than he could express with words, how happy he was to see her. They made their way back to his room where, sure enough, he'd been reading, smoking, and drinking soda. "Somehow, it just works on him," she thought. The quiet, poetic smoker thing just fit him somehow. 

He pulled her against him, one arm around her waist, and pressed a kiss to her hair whispering, "Hello angel." She smiled, suddenly calm and contented. Who knew that life could be this good, this complete?



Rain



Let your love be like the misty rain, coming softly, but flooding the river.- African Proverb. 

*

I woke up to one of those mornings when it rains so long and hard it felt like it was raining all over the world. I was happy it was Saturday and I didn't have to battle traffic in the deluge. I could luxuriate in bed and think about my husband. He was away on business and I just had to get through one more day before I could lock myself in his big, strong embrace.

I listened to the rain, tapping out the rhythm to a love song on the roof. A small hope of light, filtering through the skylight, created idyllic water patterns on my skin. I rolled onto Will's side of the bed. I could still feel his warmth. The essence of his scent still lingered on the pillow. I buried my face in the white cotton and inhaled deeply. My pussy twitched and became slightly moist at the memory of him and the way he loved me.

With my head still buried deep; one hand skimmed my body down to the wet folds of my sex. I caressed the insistent ache through the thin layer of silk lace until it was saturated in my desire for him.

I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted the nectar that drove him crazy. I moaned softly. I sat up and slipped my cami over my head. The cool air latched onto my dark nipples greedily. They puckered prettily. They were just begging to be pinched. God it felt so good. I cupped my breasts, loving the weight of them in my hands. I fell back onto the pillows and stretched my nipples to the point of pain, sweet, toe curling pain. I closed my eyes as pleasure washed over me.

My husband's musky cologne invaded my senses. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in the doorway with a predatory look in his eyes that made me afraid and yet very excited to be his prey. 

"God you're so good to come home to," he said softly.

I flew off the bed and up into his arms, wrapping my slim legs around his trim waist. He held me close and spun me around. Then, we just stared at each other, our hearts so filled with love we could barely breathe. 

I watched his head moving towards me and held my breath. His breath was warm and minty with a hint of chocolate. He had two addictions, chocolate, and me. This man was my everything. He made me believe in God and fairytales. He made me feel like a natural woman.

His lips were soft. He opened them and invited my tongue into his warmth. His wet mouth is the most delicious place I've ever been. It is my heaven. I buried my fingers in his hair as his tongue danced with mine. My eyes rolled back into my head. I wanted to devour him, to have him so close to me that I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.

I felt him pulling away from me and groaned in protest. He smiled and my heart skipped a few beats.

"I have a surprise for you," he said.

"You coming home early is the best surprise in the world," I said.

He kissed me again and it was a long time before he could explain.

"Get dressed, I have a surprise for you in the back yard."

"But it's raining," I pointed out.

"Some things are better when wet," he said giving me a firm slap on my backside.

I took my time getting dressed while he soaked up the sight of me from the doorway. Finally, he took my hand and led me out to the backyard. I gasped. He'd prepared a full picnic, inside a tent, with candles and soft music. It was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

"When did you do all this?" I asked.

"I got in around six this morning. I wanted to celebrate this day in a special way. Do you remember what today is?" he asked.

I thought back to some of the special times we'd had over our five year marriage and ten year relationship. It wasn't the day we'd met or our anniversary. It wasn't the first time we'd professed our love for each other. I had no idea what it could be. 

"No it's not the day we fell in love, but it's the day we finally trusted that love," he explained. "We'd both been hurt so badly in the past we were so afraid of what we had."

I smiled as the memory came back to me. "It was raining that day too. We'd broken up over something silly and then realized we couldn't live without each other."

He took my hand. " Finally, I was more afraid of living without you than living with you. My life changed after that."

"I love you," I whispered as the tears flowed. He took me into his arms. Neither of us cared that we were standing in the rain. In fact, it only heightened our passions. My white t-shirt was plastered to my body. He cupped a breast and it felt better nestled in his palm that it ever could in mine. My body responded to him in a way it never had with anyone else.

His hand slipped lower, under my skirt and into my wet panties. I cried out as his bold fingers caressed my clit.

"I want to taste you," he whispered. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the tent. There was champagne and strawberries but all he wanted was the nectar between my legs. 

I felt his tongue, so self-assured about how to pleasure me. I grabbed his head and pushed him further into my warmth. 

"Oh yes baby." His day old stubble felt delicious against my inner thighs as he kissed and licked my body into a frenzy as hypnotic as morning rain. 



Rain



Darrell Gold walked from the kitchen to the front door and looked though the screen at the cloud of dust that was rising from the road. Grabbing his handkerchief from his back pocket, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and then squinted. Through the afternoon haze and the wavy heat waves he could just see the black vehicle as it slowed and turned in through his gate.

"Damn, so soon?" he muttered, kicking open the door and stepping onto his porch. As the car got closer he sat down on his wooden rocker and began creaking back and forth. He could hear his wife bustling about inside the house now and figured she spotted the tell-tale dust trail.

"Is it...," he heard her mutter inside the screen door.

"How in the hell am I to know?" he replied. "Just get in there and wait for him to get up the drive."

A bright light flashed in his eyes and he quickly held up his hand, blocking the sun as it reflected off the windshield of the foreign car. The black car now looked about the color of rust, the dust coating every inch of it. When the car slid to a stop, it through up a dusty cloud and the reddish powder seemed to drip off the dull chrome.

Darrell watched as the door opened and a short man climbed out of the car. He had an odd happy bounce to his step that made Darrell want to drag him back and forth across the rotting wood of his porch. Instead he simply continued to rock in his chair as the man took the three steps up onto the porch and moved toward the door.

Quickly jumping up and positioning himself between the man and the door, Darrell put his hands in his pockets and growled, "Are you the one?"

"I am," was all the man said as a condescending smile ever so slowly crept onto his face. He continued to smile until Darrell stepped back toward his chair.

"Sally, he is here," he cried out to his wife. He then stood motionless as his wife, wearing a new dress and make-up, for Christ's sake, sauntered up to the door. Darrell watched her push it open and reach her hand out to the man. When the man extended his hand to her, she took it without a word and led him into their bedroom.

Darrell looked back up the roadway and watched for a few minutes as the dust clouds continued to settle, coating everything in sight in a brownish red. Looking upward, the sun seemed almost brown in the haze, but wait, there in the distance was there a hint of white? He squinted his eyes and then shook his head, "No, just another mirage," he figured to himself.

Sally had asked him to wait on the porch, or even better, go on out and work on the barn, or the tractor, anything to keep his mind off of things. He looked down at the chair, over to the barn and then to the dust covered car parked in front of his porch before he opened the screen door and stepped back into his house. The door to the bedroom was closed but he could hear everything that was going on inside. Moving over to the couch he sat down, turned a bit to the side and then moved his face close to the wall, where he could peek through a crack in the plaster and look into the bedroom.

His wife was already on the bed, and for someone who complained to him that she didn't want to do this, she sure seemed ready and willing, actually reaching out and taking hold of his erect cock. She began stroking it and running it over her tiny breasts. The man reached down and pinched a nipple, but quickly lost interest and ran his hand over the ripples of her ribs, over the sharp angle of her hip and through the curly patch of hair between her legs.

He began to move up between her legs, but she held his cock firm, stroking it faster and faster until he grabbed her skinny wrist and pulled her hand off his cock. Kneeling between her legs, he leaned forward as he guided his cock toward her pussy. It took a few moments for him to finally work it in and Darrell could hear his wife whimper as the man grunted and thrust himself forward.

Darrell then watched as the man's ass flexed and he began moving back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Sally's pussy. After a while she seemed to respond, moving her hips up to meet each of the man's thrusts. Gritting his teeth, he moved a bit to get a better view of his wife's face and watched as it contorted with the pleasure.

"Damn it," he moaned to himself, "don't do it, don't you come." But in spite it all, he watched as she wrapped her legs around the man's thighs, arched her back and then moaned loudly. Darrell felt his hands begin to tremble as he watched his wife orgasm for another man.

When Sally came, Darrell could see a surge of energy shoot through the man and he could see the pace quicken as his glistening cock slid in and out of Darrell's wife. The man arched his back and screamed out, "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna come inside you."

"Fuck," Darrell muttered, knowing the man screamed like that so, no matter where he was, Darrell was sure to hear. He jumped up from the couch, walked over to the hutch near the kitchen and pulled out his hunting knife. "Yeah, this is one goose I'm gonna gut from cock to throat," he whispered.

He was about to burst into the bedroom when he looked out through the screen door and froze. Turning his back on the bedroom door, he wandered to his screen door and stepped out onto his porch. There was a cool breeze that kicked up a lot of dust, but there in the distance he could see the dark clouds.

Sitting down on his rocker, he grabbed his handkerchief, wiped the dust and sand out of his eyes and stared as the clouds continued to build. After several minutes Darrell heard the screen door open and turned to see the man step out onto the porch. Smiling, the man nodded his head and then walked down the porch steps as Darrell looked down at his knife and then back up at the man. Darrell sat in silence watching the man waddle out to his car, climb inside, start it up and then begin to back it up the driveway. 

By the time the car made it out to the road the rain had started. Darrell simply rocked on his chair until his wife appeared at the door wearing only her robe and asked, "Is he gone?"

"Out on the road now," he replied.

His wife then stepped out onto the porch, slipped out of her gown and stepped out into the rain. The dusty ground quickly turned to mud and sloshed over her ankles as she stretched out her arms and let the rain cover her. She then squatted down, caked her hands in the mud and spread it over her bony arms, as if scrubbing herself with soap. He watched her stand up, noticing how her ribs formed ripples down her back, ripples that dripped with the rain.

Standing up, he carefully held his knife as he opened the screen door and stepped inside. As he returned his knife to the drawer in the hutch he heard his wife call out, "It did rain, it really did."

"Yep," he muttered, "it did rain." He sat down on the couch, peeked through the crack in the wall and wondered if he could ever sleep in that bed again.



Rain



Dear Reader:

Although I take great pride in bringing you a darker and more intimate portrait of sex and domination, this is not for the faint of heart. Please know that this is a much more indulgent and sacred piece of non-consent than the status quo. You've been warned.

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Marie was a fragile little thing. Maybe a hundred pounds sopping wet, a hair over five feet. No, she didn't have double D breasts. She was not movie star or a model. She hated parts of her body, as all women do. On a good day she'd admit to modest and kind features. On a bad one she'd ask for the whole thing to be scrapped. In that way she was like all little girls pretending to be women. Rife with stunning, breathtaking beauty and unaware that she so much as had it. It made her all the more desirable.

She was hardly a vestal thing. Even before the age of consent she had had partners in their 30's. Before twenty, she had dominated women with strap ons. She was a liberated woman and had played with all sorts of slaves and partners. But something was always missing. It wasn't exactly a mystery as to what it was, but finding it had proven difficult.

By twenty-two, she had already been involved with a man for three years. He was a good one, and kind to her, but acknowledged that he wasn't everything she needed. This came about slowly and with great difficulty. There was an affair, she vowed never again, and the details are inconsequential as you might think. Don't romanticize it. This is simply the prelude. This is a young and beautiful woman, voracious, unable to get her needs met and searching for something darker.

The thing that I will always look back and enjoy is that it took her four days to confess falling in love with me. It was three days past due, but I admired her ability to whisper the words "I can't say that yet." A cowards way of admitting her feelings, but she was such a scared little thing. By this point her long-term beau had allowed her a sphere of operation independent of him. At first she started simply by saying that it would be phone only and rarely. Then it escalated to the point that she called me nightly, and if she didn't, apologized. It was as swift and vicious a downward spiral as I had ever seen in a girl. I confess that the emotional attachment that I had not set out to create was flattering at worst.

At times, it was enthralling. 

It was consuming to have a woman so devoted to my words and company. A woman - a girl - who said it would never be. Never became shouldn't. Soon she was promising me she would only give out one day, but not soon. She only begged me not to wait chastely. She told me she fantasized over the thought of me telling her what I'd do to some other slut in her name. She'd make up elaborate shopping lists of qualities in women she wanted me to desecrate. Tall. Blond. Girly. Everything she wasn't in a single iconoclast.

A man who was once her world was suddenly lacking. Not only was he not enough in the bedroom, but there was this new and greater connection out there in the world. Her hunger for depravity only increased. Soon she would call me with his cum inside her. The new favorite game became pretending her fingers were my cock, and his juice was mine. It was harder to imagine she wasn't willing, but with the right motivations she could do even that. 

Hurt. She craved it. When she didn't get stretched open to the proper point she'd beg for it. Her little, tiny fingers had to be pushed in four at a time just to give her the thrill she wanted. Unless her long, sharp nails scratched her inside to the point that it was painful even to urinate she wasn't happy. It became quickly evident that she would need more and more and, without being in her bedroom, it was a challenge to provide it. Her beau lived at home and, condoning the actions or not, would not stand for an affair. My imagination was quickly becoming as exercised as her depravity. 

When my cock arrived in the mail she was terrified and enchanted. It was a replica of course, and a shoddy one at that, but it did the job. Slightly wider than a roll of quarters and scantly over seven inches long. The first time she inserted it into herself was a moment of absolute bliss. Her groan was only slightly more erotic than the tears. 

Breathlessly, on a night like any other, she asked if I would see her. I made no false claims or pretenses. In no uncertain terms I told her what would happen: I would take her. She assured me it would not happen. That she wouldn't allow herself to go into those waters again, not even for me. She pleaded that she just needed to see me. To look me in the eyes and place her hands on my face. To have, at least for awhile, me.

I assured her again that if she met me she would be claimed. 

She had no car. Although it was impossible for her to see, she was very much a princess in a tower. A jailer around the clock. No means of escape. No cell phone to call the world. No ability to do anything without the man in her life knowing. Yes, it was all by her choice, but it doesn't change the fact that she made it so much easier for me and so much more difficult for her. Something I am grateful for. 

The night I arrived it was drizzling, the water barely beginning to pool outside her apartment. Within a moment of putting my car into park the light in her second story window shut off. I smirked, unable to be anything other than flattered that she was waiting by the window like a good little pet. Her master had finally come home. The front door flew open and shut just as quickly. Her shadowy little form sprinted to the passenger door and she made her way in.

I would have very much liked for her to have kissed me, or moved her hand to my crotch or some other grand form of expression. I got something much more subtle. Her eyes immediately moved from mine to the floor. After a moment she raised them again to meet and then immediately back to the ground. This was no game. We had never even discussed it before. She was unable to look at me and it was a truly unique pleasure. This brave little thing who had finally worked up the courage to evoke me couldn't even bear to look. It was delicious.

Her hair was freshly dyed red and face was devoid of makeup. Besides the earrings she swore she couldn't go without no matter the punishment, she was without jewelry. My little Plain Jane, ripe and ready. Her nipples already pressing through the white top she swore she wouldn't wear. Her plaid schoolgirl skirt, not a costume but the actual artifact from her younger years, wonderfully not hiked up even a few inches. 

Dinner must have been suitable. If you put a gun to my temple and demanded to know what I had I couldn't tell you. There was far too much focus pouring out of me and into her eyes. I wanted to catch every shift, every hestitant whisper. Every word. After monopolizing the conversation for twenty minutes she finally asked if she could be allowed a moment to go the bathroom.

Her eyes went wide as I said no.

It's something you have to learn. Is your sweet little submissive going to suffer you gladly? In silence? Is she going to beg and negotiate with you over such a small thing? Please, pretty please, if you'll just...or other such nonsense? Crucial information and never better served when there is a real and pressing need. Typically I like to withhold an orgasm for the first venture, but she's the one who filled up on wine.

Tears welled up in her eyes. The situation was excruciating to her on at least one level. I take great pleasure in thinking it must have reprehensible on several. The waitress asked if she was alright a few times, scowling at me as I answered for her. Eventually, she began to shudder and shake. I knew that if I didn't allow her to go that she'd simply relieve herself there and that hardly seemed worth the effort. I told it her it was alright to go now and she only said "thank you" before skittering off.

She gave me directions to a forest not far from the small town. 

Parked, the only sound was that of the thickening rain drops battering down on us. When I demanded she move onto my lap she didn't fight. Her form deftly made it's way over the parking break and onto my lap. Without words her legs spread and that tiny, flat ass (such a disappointment) pressed against me and my hard-on. Her skinny back fell into my chest and, even through both of our shirts, I could feel the notches of her spine. 

I demanded she press in closer and she wordlessly complied, her hands reaching up behind her to wrap around my bald head. Never had a woman held me so close. Not after proposals of lovers lost, or long goodbyes that lasted three days, had a woman pushed her way into me so hard. Like I was life itself and she was hanging over the edge. So it came as a great surprise to me that when I leaned forward and sank my teeth into her right shoulder that she stiffened and said "no."

"No?" 

"I can't. We can't." Her shaking was oh so sweet. She was hardly playing the role of a little girl then. Fear poured from every part of her body as my cock began to rage. Something about that word and the situation. Oh, who am I kidding. Something about that word is really all I need. 

"I was unaware," was all I managed before I kissed the marks I made. She expelled a half dozen noises, everything from a whimper to a staunch no, as I made my way her neck to eventually engulf her earring. I couldn't have controlled my hands if I wanted to. I didn't even try. They played over her b-cup through the fabric, crushing her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. Eventually her protests became more and more audible and she even tried to make her way off my lap before I pulled her back and punished her with my harshest bite yet to the left side of her neck.

Pain. A sudden, hot searing to the back of my head. I immediately released her skin and howled out as the fire consumed me. Before I tighten my grip on her stomach she had stomped on my foot, opened the car door and wheeled an elbow into my right eye. I could already feel the blood beginning to run down my neck as I grasped her ankle. With a single pull I knocked her down and she hit the ground with an audible thud and horrible moan. But before I could even try to pull her back in her free leg recoiled and shot back into my sternum. My strength was destroyed as I took a breath to recover. That's when the second kick came to my neck and the third to the bridge of my nose. 

It's so much more difficult taking a woman who's had a few drinks. She just fights so much harder than if she had abstained. 

Blood was now running down my chest. I was winded and could only keep my left eye open. Although I easily had a foot of height and double her weight, the well-timed kicks of a former ballerina are enough to disarm even an overwhelming target. I'm just glad she wasn't wearing heels. Still, I refused to let go of her leg and when the fourth kick came I was able to grab it and twist the ankle. Her howl, echoing into the dirt and rain, was enough for me. I dropped both legs and allowed her to begin her escape.

Rain water is such a wonderful cleansing tool. I tilted my head back and pinched my nose shut to see if I could stop the bleeding. All I got for my effort was blinding pain. So I bent my head forward and simply washed away the blood from the cuts. I tried, in vain, to blink my swelling eye shut and settled for the wonderful feeling of November cool water pooling in my hand and then splashed on my face. It wouldn't do much, but it was better than nothing.

I was disappointed to find she had hardly made it forty yards. 

The two quickest things you can do to boost your IQ significantly are to be hungry or in pain. That animal, that reptilian part of your brain, that spikes up when your body is in danger is tried and tested by millions of years. It rarely makes a mistake. When it says walk slowly to your wounded target so you don't take up any more energy, do it. When it says duck down because you know she's going to try another elbow to your neck, it's probably right. While you're wondering the best way to get rich or why that relationship didn't really work out, all it's doing is sizing everyone you've ever met up in a fight. So when it told me to jab her in the ribs and then elbow her in the throat I did. After all, it's not like she had been a saint. Morality, at this point, would only be cumbersome.

She wheezed what I imagined were more protests. None of them were audible or coherent. My legs simply pinned her down and took the ribbon from her hair to make an ad-hoc tie. It wouldn't hold for long, of course, but it would give me enough time if she hadn't resigned. There was no point in threatening her or demanding her silence. No words would do. We were two animals fighting now and I wasn't prepared to do anything other than get what I had come for.

It wasn't about sex. It was about claiming what was mine. Shoving myself into her and pushing until I grunted simply wouldn't do. So I pulled the skirt up to her waist and spread her pussy lips. I wanted to see what I had focused on so long and hard. I wanted a few errant drops to make their way through the trees and land on her as she choked on her own saliva. I wanted her to know that I had her to the point that I could just wait. That I had all the control and power I needed.

I was glad to find she wasn't wet enough. My two fingers pushed into her dry, lukewarm cunt with a harsh uneasiness. Something I hadn't felt in years. Something so rewarding. 

All the times I read these stories where a man takes a "victim" I smirk. She was gushing and her body betrayed her and she wanted to say no but she was oh so powerless. Please. A woman who really isn't willing isn't cursing her body for lubrication. She's praying for it. She's glad for when it finally comes so that the attacker won't get offended and slice her face off piece by piece. So it hurts less. So it's over sooner. A hundred reasons to pray for something she's too afraid to do. Of course, that's only half of it.

If you're just there to get your rocks off it doesn't much matter if she's concentrating on you or not. But if you're doing it to a woman who needs it? Wants it? Well, if her eyes start glazing over from the pain you have to go a fair amount more in depth. You can't let her get away and think of the queen. You have to twist and push your fingers inside her, maybe hit her cervix or spank her clit. Slap a nipple, or even her face, to keep her in the here and now. It's the only way she's going to remember every detail.

Two fingers became three and by now she had recovered enough to do more than just cough. I know there were words, but I hardly gave them a notice. My focus was on not allowing her to pull her pelvis away from me as I rammed the three fingers in and out of her rapidly lubricating cunt. Her mouth twisted from left to right and she screamed for help, aid, cessation. Anything but what was happening to her now.

By the time I put my fourth finger in her she was nothing more than a wailing, screaming creature. She called out my name, she called me Daddy, she begged me to stop. She promised me the world. "Not like this," she pleaded over and over again. I only shushed her as my fingers pistoned away. I only lament trimming my nails that night. It would have been much more rewarding to make her bleed like she had done to me.

When she eased up I knew it was no longer painful, but frankly, fisting her was not an option. There are some things physics simply cannot abide and, while she would be able to pass a child, my hand inside her would only wreck. She'd bleed and more than likely be hospitalized. I may be a monster, but I'm not inconsiderate or impolite. I'm not about to destroy a young girls life because she made the mistake of choosing me.

So instead I flipped her over and pushed her face into the dirt when she protested. Hiking the skirt up a second time I rose and looked for a mud puddle to dip my hand into. The texture was wonderful and the contrast between it's giving moisture and her dry tightness was too much. I kicked her legs back open, viced them open, and pushed a single mud coated finger into her anus.

Never before had a heard a woman sob and scream so loudly.

By the time I had two fingers up her she had dissolved. Gone was the heady and violent creature that fought me. Now there was only a doll that would do my bidding. My favorite thing in a woman. Three holes and nothing more. She barely whimpered by the time my third finger was up her ass. I imagine the pain and suffering of it all had finally pushed her well beyond the breaking point. 

Her pussy was so open to me by the time I pushed up against her entrance that I hardly had to strain. A rare and welcomed pleasure. Inside her, she strained to grasp and hold onto me as I cooed into her right ear. She grasped me tightly and it only took two hundred odd thrusts to finally get to the crescendo. I pulled out and came over her ass, and, as it mixed with the blood, sweat, mud and rain, it made a perfect alchemy. I spread the paste over her body, turning her over to cover her breasts in it. When she made a futile attempt at kicking my face I swatted the leg away and then slapped her across the mouth.

I mounted her again, missionary; my favorite position. My cock could hardly contain itself and didn't falter after a simple orgasm. I needed more. Leaning in, our bodies pressed against one another, and she surprised me one final time. Her lips met mine and engaged in the most hungry kiss I've had to date. All of our juices and moisture met in that kiss -- except her cum -- and I immediately needed more than she could ever give me. 

Now her hips rose to meet mine and her thrusts where stronger. Although it must have been excruciating for her, she grasped my cock deftly. With only the most minute of screams, hardly one of the deepest that night, she orgasmed over my cock. Her eyes then opened and looked into my good one and held my gaze until she came a second time before I shot my reward into her.

The drive home was silent. The animal in me was sated and I could only imagine the prison sentence I could look forward to facing. She knew my name and face and number. It wouldn't take long for a rape kit to prove what I had done to her and, looking at me and her, nobody would think twice. A few photographs of me, the fact that she was such a small thing in a long term relationship? I knew there would only be ruin. But when you're as damned as I am you sometimes look forward to the judgment you've been avoiding all your life.

She got out of the car and I pressed on the gas before she had even closed the door. I decided that I needed at least one good last night of inebriation before the cops arrived. Maybe she'd even give me enough time to truly rue it.

But by the time the second gin and tonic went down my throat there was already a blank e-mail in my box from her. The subject line said everything.

"When can I see you again?" 



Rain



It's raining outside as I step out of my car and close the door behind me. I walk leisurely to your door getting drenched. Ringing the doorbell... You come to answer not expecting anyone least of all me. You jerk open the door and stand there in your favorite black t-shirt and a pair of work out pants, just staring at me, completely soaked from head to toe. Your eyes looking me over, my long hair sopping wet around my shoulders, my black flip flops showing my brightly painted toes, my wet jean shorts hanging pale blue t-shirt that is entirely saturated you can make out the lace on my bra. Your eyes drift back up to my face. My eyes staring back at you with such longing. 

You reach out, as I stagger closer to you. Your arms embrace me with unspoken words. Clutching me securely, you begin stroking my hair. I softly thrust my body against yours letting you know I have a massive need and that only you can satisfy. Moments later you break our embrace, taking me by the hand you lead me inside, closing the massive door behind us, up the stairs and into your bedroom. You guide me to sit on a chest at the foot of your bed. Your great grandmothers you once told me. You kneel down in front of me. Lifting my left foot with so much care, your warm hands slip off the inadequate shoe that did nothing to protect my foot from the inundation of rain. You carefully place it on the floor.You repeat the process with my right foot. You take the edge of the flimsy material of my shirt, and begin lifting it up my chest. I lift my arms up to assist you as you creep up and over my chest leaving my thin lacy bra covering my ample breasts. With a small tug my shirt is off my head. 

Placing my shirt beside me, you guide me to stand up. Reaching down you unbutton my shorts then unzip my zipper letting them drop to the floor in a heaping wet pile. I step aside and stand in front of you with a white lace bra, my tan areolas showing through and a patch of sheer sapphire blue fabric barely covering the thin strip of dark curly hairs marking my womanhood. The same colored bands running around my hips and down between my cheeks. A smile crosses your face and I start grinning as I look down and see a swelling in your pants. I step closer to you as you reach around and unhook my bra slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the pile of clothes on the floor. I hear you moan as you take my heavy breasts in both your hands and slowly massage them. You pinch my hardened nipples with your thumb and pointer fingers eliciting a deep raspy moan from me. 

You initiate more passion by kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, the right side of my lips, the left, finally resting at my lips. Your tongue pressing my lips asking for my permission and my mouth opening with response. You release your hold on my breasts, pulling me closer letting me feel your hardness between my legs. Your hands slide up and down my back caressing my butt lifting me up, then putting me back down, letting my feet rest on the floor. Your fingers find their way to my hair giving it a light tug. My arms reach around you, eagerly pulling your shirt up. Breaking our kiss for a few moments to remove your shirt and toss it to the floor. I move my hands around to the front of you letting my fingers get tangled in your wiry hair on your chest. 

I suck in a breath as you lean down and place your hot mouth around one of my peaks, sucking in my nipple deep into the back of your mouth. Our breathing starts to quicken as we both get excited. I feel you kick off your shoes not caring where they land. You lead me into the bathroom where you turn on the water letting it get hot before finally removing the small triangle of fabric that I have left on. I step in, as you shed the rest of your clothes and join me under the cascade of warm water. Our bodies slide together pressing our naked flesh meld. You hold onto my waist flanking your hardness against my swollen mound as I tilt my head back under the flowing liquid. The water spraying across us, down my chest. 

Causing my nipples to jut out into two sharp points. With the sponge in your hands you begin to massage soap over both of us, covering us in a slick film. Rubbing my shoulders... tracing down my arms across both of my breasts. Taking time to gently kneed both orbs. You skim the sponge across my skin exciting me, knowing that my sticky juices have already started flowing. You spread my legs making the sponge drift lazily across the sensitive insides of my legs up to the fleshy lips of my sex. Teasing me with your thumb you trace down the lines of my pelvis... circling the outside before coming to a stop at my engorged nub pressing it you cause my legs to buckle... I moan. I feel your wet engorged cock ease into the v of my legs. Just holding it there, teasing me. Your thumb pleasuring me, sending a passionate heat straight through to the core of me. You lean down and begin nibbling at my neck biting your way to my ear. Sucking in my lobe, licking the crease. You ease your cock in slowly inching your way into the slick center of me. 

You lift me up and pin me against the shower wall... Slipping your hard cock deep within me... Filing me completely my velvety walls enclosing tightly around you. Our bodies slowly exciting each other as the friction intensifies. Water splashing over our hot bodies as our kisses increase. Holding me against the wall of the shower my legs wrapped around you propelling yourself into me. Driving both of us closer to climaxing. My body launches into spasm as you continue pumping your smooth cock in and out of my tight hole. my head tilts back, touching the wall. I hold you tighter not letting go. You quicken your pace letting me know without saying it that you are about to explode. Your hands eagerly cup the cheeks of my ass... plunging in deeper. Harder and faster slamming us against the ceramic tiles. I feel your seed rising in you. Pushing closer to the edge. Our kisses deepen our tongues exploring the warm darkness. I lift my legs up higher angling you towards the tiny bumpy spot deep in me. Our breathing gets heavy, faster and our moaning becoming raspy. I begin softly biting your collar bone. I move up the side of your neck At the same time we both let out a loud exerted moan, as both of us plummet into an intense orgasm. 

Our bodies shaking against the ceramic tiles, the shower wrapping us in a blanket of warm water. Moments later you reach behind you turning the spray off with one swift push. You pull away grabbing me before I can collapse to the bottom. Grabbing a towel you begin meticulously drying me off. Handing it over to me so I can dry my hair. You reach for another towel and give yourself a quick rub. With both of us dry you reach for my hand and lead me back into the bedroom. To the right side of the bed.. You pull back the covers as I slip in between the sheets, carefully you bring them back up to cover me. I watch you as you walk around the bed climb in cover up. I move to laying on my side, you slip closer. Your warm body presses against mine as we wrap our arms around each other my eye lids start to get heavy as you hold me so comforting. I kiss your soft lips and whisper "Forever" before drifting off to sleep.



Rain



I first notice you as I am leaving the bar and you are walking by. The rain has picked up and since you don't have an umbrella I offer to share as it springs open. You look into my eyes and say thank you. 

We walk slowly down the sidewalk, gently bumping into each as the rain increases. You mention that your girlfriend stood you up at the bar down the street and how pissed you are because she has a new boyfriend and that they are probably just fucking each others brains out and forgot. I add that I too was stood up but for a lesser reason. My friend pissed his wife off and had to spend the evening soothing her with a quiet night at home, he....they needed it...they had been working way too hard and had no time for each other so I was totally cool with it. I was hoping they were fucking each others brains out.

The pace and the volume of rain had increased dramatically since we started walking so we ducked under an overhang of a local grocer. We both started to notice that the temperature had dropped considerably and slowly moved closer for warmth. We remained silent for what seemed like years...an almost uncomfortable silence. When I put the umbrella down and looked back at you, all wet, shivering, I instinctively wrapped my arms around you to attempt to comfort you. I didn't even think about it but you didn't resist. you wrapped your arms around me..under my coat and I swear you went mmmmm. As we embraced under the awning I noticed that I could feel your breasts and they swelled as you breathed. I also noticed that they were quite full and my dick began to harden. I don't know if you noticed or not when it started to twitch and grow but you didn't seem to mind.

What you did next was so exhilarating that I thought I would choke on my own surprise. Your left hand slid down my ass and with a light squeeze moved around my hips and rested on my hardening cock. My breath skipped a beat as you started to make slow, gentle circles on it threw my slacks. My cock hardened at a much faster rate due to the increased stimulation and I looked down at you. When you looked up at me with such a sight of innocence while continuing to rub my most private of parts....I think I fell in love. I started to speak but you quickly moved your right hand from my lower back to my lips and said "shuuuush"

As you dropped to your knees and opened my pants I gazed down at your glistening wet hair and thought how incredibly beautiful you were. I was actually nervous because of the people rushing by but they seemed to be more preoccupied with staying as dry as possible. You looked up at me again while your hand clutched my stiffening rod. You released my cock and you smiled so lightly that it was barely perceptible. You dropped your head down and took my freezing but very hard cock into your warm...intensely warm mouth. I groaned completely without intention.

You started to suck it with a gentle warm way and it quickly started to engorge even more. Your hands started to slowly pump it into your warm giving mouth. I groaned again and you lifted you head slightly to look at me and our eyes caught and I fell in love again. As you closed your eyes and lowered your head and started sucking with earnest, I closed mine as well and embraced the incredible feeling you were giving me. I felt so naughty as I looked around to see if anybody could see us, really not caring but it added to the intensity of the moment.

You started to moan as well. I hadn't noticed that your left hand had left my cock and had moved under your skirt and now you were rubbing your pussy threw your panties. I smiled in satisfaction and that the fact that it was just hot. As you continued thrusting my hard dick into your mouth while jacking it I realized I was getting close and so I said oh so clumsily "um... I'm".

You shocked me again when you stopped sucking and stood up. I thought "oh no, I was so close!"

Then you pulled up your skirt...pulled your panties to the side and started pulling on my cock with a desire i had never witnessed.

I struggled to maintain my balance as my throbbing dick started to spurt jet after jet of hot cum on your pussy, all the while you are rubbing it over your labia and clitoris, inserting 2 fingers into your hot vagina and then coming hard, saying so sexily... "I'm cummmmmming" and your body starts shaking before nearly toppling over. 

We clutch each other as we rock in our orgasmic ecstasy. I can't resist and I push my dick into you and you groan with the feeling of fullness. I make a few deep pumps and we both slump like rag dolls. 5 minutes pass before we have regained control of our breathing and we stand up straight looking in each others eyes as my cock slips out of you. I fall in love for the third time in twenty minutes. You bring a finger to your mouth and seductively suck my cum off your previously probing fingers, all the while looking deep in to my eyes. I melt. 

You glance left and see a cab and flag him down. I say "wait" You put your hand against my lips and once again and whisper "shuuuush". I watch as you enter the cab and are gone. I didn't even see the woman with her skirt hiked up furiously rubbing her clit and her left hand squeezing her left breast threw her silky top. She had been watching us and was masturbating. As I approached her with my dick still hanging out she backed up a few steps before smiling. The whole time she didn't stop rubbing her pussy. I think I was in love again.



Rain



From his study upstairs he heard the all too familiar click of the lock as she closed the front door.

She was drenched from the unexpected down pour, it had caught her completely off guard.  Her wet clothes were clinging to her, mimicking the velvety touch of a bewitched lover.

The warmth that drifted through from the fire in the lounge was a relief as it dulled the chill that ran through her body.  

As he reached the landing he saw her standing in the hallway, her wet silk blouse hugging her petite frame.  He made his way down the stairs, and as she turned to greet him he saw the outline of her firm breasts showing clearly through the soft wet fabric. It embraced her perfect small brown nipples and created an arousing contrast to the whiteness of the silk.

The erectness of her cold nipples seemed to be beckoning him, flirting with the fire of excitement that lay inside him.

He drew her nearer and as he kissed her full inviting lips he fondled her.  She welcomed his embrace.  She had lusted for him all day and recalled how during her 10 am meeting she had found herself imagining him caressing her body; she wanted him then and wanted him even more now.

He held her close, their bodies pressing firmly against each other, there’s had always been a passionate relationship, and one that continually cried out for more.

As she moved towards the lounge and the orange glow of the fire, he made his way to the cellar where he purposefully choose a bottle of her favourite red wine.  He remembered with fondness the evening they had first met and savoured the same vintage. 

He returned to the lounge, wine bottle and towel in hand.  She had removed her clothes and stood close to the fireplace, the fire outlining her toned silhouette.  He tenderly soaked up the drops of rain off her body with the towel, lingering as he reached her breasts and clitoris.

Once dry she sat on the couch enjoying the warmth of the fire on her naked body.  The wine was seductive its warm burgundy hues filled the crystal glasses as he poured it from the bottle.  Handing her a glass he deliberately and slowly allowed some wine to fall onto her breasts.  He lowered himself onto her and gently licked the liquid from her nipples.  She pulled him up towards her mouth and kissed him hard, gently biting his lip as she moved her mouth towards his neck.  

Unbuttoning his shirt she stroked his chest her hand gently moving down towards his belt.  She undid the buckle, then slowly slid open his zipper.  Her eager hand found his hungry cock she stroked it and it responded by pulsating in her hand.  

Effortlessly she slipped her body down towards his manliness.  She engulfed his cock, her tongue enveloping it like a serpent entwining itself around a branch. 

He found himself lost in her caresses; the rest of the world did not exist for him.

She flicked her tongue across the top of his cock and could taste him; her pussy was wet and hot. She wanted him inside her and she wanted to ride him hard.

He lay back on the couch and she mounted him, slowly, gently her warm wet pussy found his hard cock, she teased him.  As she lowered herself onto him she would pull herself away quickly denying him her pussy, at the same time making him want it even more.  Then she gave it to him.  She lifted herself onto him and rode him hard.  Looking up, she saw a shadow move outside the window, was a passer-by watching them from the street?  Then as if the shadow itself felt that it was being watched, it disappeared.

He was deep inside her now, she was wild with passion, she touched her nipples at his request, and then twisted them between her fingers. She felt herself coming as he thrust his cock hard into her cunt.  She wanted him to explode inside her to make her reach the point of no return, and then, she was there, her body shuddered with excitement and she moaned as writhed in pleasure.  He pulled her down onto his chest and she felt him quiver as his manly juices erupted inside her.  It felt good.

Satisfied they lay together, surrounded by the sounds of the rain and the crackle of the fire, complete in there togetherness…