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Rainstorm

By: sdwpthwlkr



Claire sat in front of the window watching the rain fall outside. A peculiar sense of something she couldn't quite place always came over her when the rain came. A fire blazed behind her and a mug of tea warmed her hands as she cupped it. The robe she wore over her worn nightgown felt comfortable, but she felt restless for some reason. From the kitchen, she could hear her husband, Will, finishing the dishes. Sighing, she settled onto the window seat a little more and let the feeling wash over her. Outside, the rain fell in a gentle rhythm, the streetlights shining off the puddles on the pavement. As she sat there, she caught a motion from the corner of her eye before Will's hands came down on her shoulders. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. A shiver ran through her spine the way it always would when her husband did that. Curling her body, she turned to press her back against his thighs. In silence, they watched the for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Will's hands began to softly massage he shoulders after a few minutes, working out to the tips and then back again to slip under the brown hair covering the back of her neck. He let his fingers walk along the soft skin and felt her head roll forward as she relaxed. His hands slid down the sides of her neck and caress the front of her shoulders along the bones, dipping under the robe and nightgown to run lightly over the tops of her breasts before withdrawing to the back of her neck again. Under his hands, he felt her breath catch as he slid down her chest again.

Claire's head was rolling on a totally relaxed neck, but everytime he moved down with those magic hands of his, her breath shortened and she became acutely aware of his body heat so close to hers. She pushed back against his thighs, clad in a pair of soft cotton lounge pants, and felt his manhood, already semi-hard, press into her back just below her shoulder blade. Almost instantly, her nipples puckered and she could feel a wetness forming between her thighs. She reached over to carefully set her tea down as he moved his hands down further and brushed her hard nipples with the tips of his fingers. A soft moan vibrated its way up her chest as she dropped her hands to run along the outside of his thighs, feeling the muscles of each leg through the thin fabric covering them.

Will slid his hands up a little, then back down to encompass her breasts, his palms rubbing her aching nipples. Claire bit her lower lip against the moan building in her throat as he slipped his hands to the sides and thumbed the tips of her breasts. The only thought she could think was that he really knew how to push all her buttons, then he bent to place a kiss behind her ear, and everything else was lost. Her hands left his thighs and came around to her front, untying the belt of her robe. Leaning forward, she shrugged and let the robe fall off her shoulders, and spun around to face her husband. She placed her legs on either side of his and pulled him close. Will cupped her face in his hands and captured her mouth with his, his tongue pressing past her lips to twirl around her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her breasts against his thighs. His excitement tented out the front of his lounge pants. Her legs hooked around his and the cool air hit her swollen labia as she spread her legs a bit further.

Suddenly, Will drew back, and she could see a wicked gleam in his eyes. As Claire opened her mouth to ask what he was thinking, he reached out to place a gentle finger across her lips. She trusted him, but couldn't help the thrill of nervousness that ran through her when she saw that look. Without saying a word, he took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet. Holding hone hand, he led her through the house to the sliding glass door at the back. He opened the door and they stepped out onto the covered patio. Without the light in the backyard, it took a couple of seconds for her eyes adjust. Through the rain falling, she could see the yard laid out before her, the high fence around the edge assured the privacy she so loved sometimes. Without actually climbing the fence, it was impossible to see the neighbors, and equally impossible for them to see into the yard. The grass glistened slightly in the faint light coming from the house.

Her husband, still holding her hand, dragged her into the yard. The rain pelted them ans she was set to object when he spun and grabbed her arms, pulling her close and bringing his mouth down on hers. He plundered her mouth even as he ran his hands up and down her arms. Claire's hands came around to rest on his lower back for only a second before slipping under his t-shirt. Rather than easing the craving for the touch of his skin, it increased it, and she roughly pushed him away to drag the shirt over his head and toss it away. Will quickly reciprocated and pulled the nightgown off her rapidly heating body. Exhilaration filled her as she stood exposed the elements, the cool rain sluicing over her skin. With a hungry look, Will stepped forward, his arms surrounding her and his lips encircling one of her rock hard nipples. The shock of the warmth contrasting the cool water had her gasping in the night air.

As the twirled his tongue around on nipple, then the other, Will slipped a hand between her thighs and ran his fingers along the slick folds. Her hands came up to fist themselves in his hair even as he slipped a finger into her and covered her clit with the pad of his thumb. A cry escaped her lips as he toyed with her, her face upturned, eyes closed, the falling rain covering her features. Within moments, she was ready to come, but he kept her from plunging over the edge until her wanted her to. With a final push, he sent her soaring into her climax. Her body hunched over and her hips pumped in rhythm with her orgasm. With the one hand between her thighs, the other wrapped around her back, he held her up when her legs threatened to give out on her. The waves crashed over her repeatedly, until she couldn't take anymore.

Claire pushed off of him and stood swaying in the rain for a moment before dropping to her knees and reaching for him. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants, she almost ripped them off to expose his manhood. She stared at it for a moment, watching the rain soak it and the water drip off the bottom of the hard shaft. She leaned in to lap the water dripping off it before she slowly lowered her mouth over the head. She could feel it pulsate against her tongue and heard Will's sigh over the patter of the rain. With her free hand, she softly stroked the bottom of his scrotum, feeling his testicles draw up slightly. She moved her head back and forth, bobbing on his hard member. His hands rested slightly on her hair and when she glanced up, she could see his eyes with the pleasure she was giving him. She drew back until only the head was still in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it, dipping the tip into the hole at the end and tasting his pre-come. The salty taste brought a fresh flood of juices from her already soaked center.

Pulling off Will, she decided the she needed to feel him inside of her. Still on her knees, she turned and dropped onto her hands in the wet grass. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him staring down at hem backside before dropping to his knees himself. He grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. She reached and guided him into her. The sensation of him filling her, the on her bare back, of being naked outside, all of it was too much to bear.

With a steady rhythm, he stroked in and out of her, leaning over to reach around to her breasts. He palmed one in each hand, and the feeling against her rain slick skin was exquisite. Soon, she was grunting with the effort and feeling her orgasm building. When Will ran his hand down her side to slip it around her hip, she knew what was about to happen. His finger found her clit and slid it wetly under the pad if his finger. Within seconds, she was coming again. As her climax swept through her. She could feel him pick up his pace until he was pounding away at her and she knew that he was about to come also. She gave herself over to the sensation completely and was soon rewarded by his crying out her name, his hot seed spilling within her. That set off another climax and together they shuddered with the force of their orgasms.

Spent, they fell to the ground, gasping for breath. After a few minutes, they looked at each other in the rain and laughed. Slowly, they dragged themselves to their feet and swayed in each other's arms as they kissed again. A quick chill speeding through their bodies let them know that was time to get out of the cool rain and into a hot shower. They both knew, however, the next time it rained, they would have to do this again.

Rainstorm



Thanks to vgrove for the help….

I caught a lift from you because it’s about to rain. Not because I like you. I don’t. I’m amused by you. Yeah, that’s the right word, amused. You’ve got that cheeky little boy grin, but you know it. I don’t like guys who know it. I don’t like their expectation that it will get them places, not to mention get them into places. I prefer guys with a studied, measured confidence, where they don’t have to try to impress. You’re more like a little puppy who’s learned some new tricks. You’re altogether too eager for my liking.

I have to admit, though, you’ve got the body I like. You have that broad-shouldered, narrow waist thing going on. It means you look good in just about anything, and as we drive along I can see your bod out of the corner of my eye.

I can also see you watching me. It’s not the casual glance of someone talking to me as they drive. It’s more studied than that. More localised. You’re unconsciously licking your lips when your eyes land on my flat stomach, visible below my short blouse. The girls at the office told me you’re into asses in a big way, but as I’ve got mine perched on your leather upholstery, you’re making do with a generous shot of firm, tanned thigh. You almost got a look at my pussy when I got in but ah, you weren’t quick enough, were you?

We can see the storm heading for us before the rain starts. The sky is black – night during day - and the streetlights and headlights are on before the rain falls. It takes about ten seconds to become a blinding, driving downpour. I tell you to pull over into a disused lot, a derelict garage sporting graffiti, and weeds growing through the tarmac. Some dishevelled oak trees partly shield us from the traffic. You ask me why we’re stopping here, but you have to shout, because the rain is drumming hard on the fabric top of the convertible.

“Because you want to fuck me, and I’m gonna give you the chance.”

Most guys would wait a second, see if I was just kidding, question whether they’d heard it right. Not you. That arrogant thing again. You just reach over to grab my tits. Don’t be a fucking kid. I want a man to nail me. Not a fumbling boy. I slap your hands away.

“Uh-uh. Not like that, honey. You want to fuck me, you’ve got to take a chance to get it. I want to fuck right now, on the hood of this car, in front of all this traffic.”

You smile, thinking I’m joking, but I’m not. I can see you weighing it up. You’re such a prissy little prick about your look, your hair, your clothes. Maybe you just don’t wanna get wet, mama’s boy. Maybe you don’t want to fuck in public. Maybe your folks would go nuts if the cops dragged you home, for fucking some slut in front of the highway at rush hour. Maybe you don’t think you can get it up. Yeah, maybe it’s that.

I open the door. The fierce roar of the rain hits us. The water lashes against the open door. I step out, and I’m drowned before I reach the front of the car. It’s like walking through a swimming pool. The water stings my head, my back, my tits. The blouse is drenched and opaque. My nipples are rock-hard, slapped every second by the rain. The blouse melts against my stomach like a second skin. My skirt is just a wet cloth gripping my ass, and my pussy mound. It’s useless, so I tear it off. I’m standing in front of your car in the rain, bare-assed, offering to get fucked. But you don’t move.

I can barely see you. The rain is sliding off the windshield in waves. You’re a shadowy, waxy figure, distorted by the water. You appear immovable, implacable. I don’t know if you’re trying to get up the guts, or thinking of driving off and leaving a skanky little bitch like me to take her chances. Frankly, baby, you’re pissing me off. You’ve become a challenge. I’m used to guys itching to get their dicks into me. I become a brat when they don’t – I admit it. I can’t let it rest until they’ve nailed me, and I’ve won.

I climb up onto the hood, on my knees in front of you. You switch on the wipers. Ah, good, a fucking reaction at last. I can see you inside the car. You have your dick out – I can tell from your hand movements that you’re jerking off at the sight of my drenched teenage body. I run my hands across my tits and pull on them, as if my nipples could get any bigger. One hand snakes down to my shaved pussy, as the rain slips and oozes across my skin. God, it feels good. It’s like a power shower, but better. Because I’m lapdancing on your car, baby. In front of hundreds of passing cars. They can’t see me properly because of the storm, but I can see and hear them going by. So close, but oblivious. It’s a rush.

I slide two fingers into my puss and find my clit with my thumb. My eyes are on you, and your eyes are on my pussy. The wipers flick across your vision, but you never leave the sight of me frigging myself for you in the rain. I can bring myself off real quick with my fingers. I’m a nasty little bitch at the best of times, and when I have an audience I’m even hotter. No sound but the roar of the rain and the traffic. No sight but you, behind the wipers. No feeling but the water stinging my body, whipping it. And my cum, rising up from the pit of my stomach. 

I press hard on my clit, to push me to the point of no return. Oh shit, here it comes. I pull my fingers out of my cunt and spank my pussy. Quick, hard slaps against my pussy lips and across my clit. That does it, like it always does. The cum shoots up and all around my body. I can feel myself tensing, the blood slide from my head down to my cunt, and I arch back, screaming. Amid the explosive rush of my orgasm, I can feel the rain smacking me in the face, over and over. It heightens the rush, and I go into a prolonged one, continual little waves sweeping across my pussy and making me shudder. I clench my fists each time the wave passes, and arch back further. Oooooohhhhhhh that was soooo fucking good. 

I shout at you, even though I know you can’t hear me. With my fingers pressing on my clit, on my knees on the hood of your car, I know you can get the basics of what I’m saying.

“Oooohhh fuuuuuckkkk yeeeaahh. Oh shit, I gotta cum some more. Come on baby, get outta that fucking car and gimme that dick. Come on, punish me for being such a fucking slut. Get out here and abuse this little fucking whore. I need it, baby. I need that big cock they all talk about. Get your ass out here and rape mine. Come on, honey, I fucking need you splitting me in two.”

I open my eyes to the sound of your door opening. The rain’s still crashing down, it’s still semi dark, and the traffic is whooshing by ten yards away. The sound of the rain makes it impossible to hear anything you say, but I can take a guess. Something like horny fucking bitch, sick little cunt, going to ram this up your fucking ass, something like that. The look on your face, and the size of your dick, means I can take a pretty good guess. 

I slide off the hood, and drop to my knees out of instinct. A slutty little whore’s instincts. And only eighteen years old, too. However did I learn all that?

You grab your dick and just shove it into my mouth. No preamble. No build up. No nice kissing the tip, or licking up precum, or cupping your balls in my hand. Just a basic instinct, to open my throat anytime a guy shoves a big cock at it. Mmmmmmm, tastes fucking good, baby. Cock meat always does, to me. I can feel it pushing against the back of my throat as it goes in all the way. 

My eyes are closed because the fierce rain is still pounding against my face, but also because I’m in fucking heaven. On my knees, next to the highway, getting your dick ready for my ass. I’ve got three fingers jammed up there already. They feel great, but your cock will be even better. The tables are turned now. I’m the one who can’t wait.

I spit the cock out, relishing the saliva drooling off it and onto the floor. I get a quick look at your hot bod, your clothes slick against it from the drenching rain. I slam the palms of my hand onto the hood and bend over it, my hot wet asshole in the air. I must look awesome. My butt must be shining in the streetlights, glistening with the pouring rain. My asshole’s probably winking at you now, because I’ve told it to expect some meat. I must look submissive, powerless, expectant. I’m all those things and more. Take it, baby. Take it and fuck it good.

You figure the rain is lube enough. You figure I’m already hot from that first, gigantic cum. You figure I’m a little teenage whore who’s done this before. You’re right on all counts. So you just shove it in. That big dick slides up me all the way, first time. Along the way, it hits every nerve ending in there. My insides explode. I can feel every inch, every vein, the ridge of your foreskin, everything, as if I were touching it with my fingers. It feels so right up there.

It’s the perfect angle. At first you take it slow – a strange move for an arrogant little bastard like you, and it takes me by surprise. I stand up a little, and grab hold of your ass. It feels firm, bunched up because you’re burying yourself in my butthole again. You take the hint and grab hold of my soaking hair, and start fucking. As you pull my hair, my back arches. We turn into a couple of rutting animals, drenched, horny as fuck. I’m a sodomized little girl getting nailed in the pouring rain. I love it.

One hand reaches round to grab my tits, then up to touch my throat. Mmmmmmmm. I just loooove getting choked, but you don’t need to. Not this time. My throat’s an erogenous zone, and just feeling your fingers on it while you buttfuck me gets me off. The rain keeps slapping my upturned face as little cums set off inside me, one after the other, more and more frequent until it’s just one undercurrent. You erupt and throw yourself into me one last time. I collapse onto the hood of the car as you spew into my upturned ass. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, I’m counting the spurts. 

I take it I turned you on, then.

You stagger back, leaving me sprawled across the car like a nasty little hood-rat. Which I am. Your cum bubbles up to my sphincter, looking for a way out. My ass is really tight, as you’ve just found out, and it won’t let go of your sperm. I relax my ass and let it gape a little, just enough to let your cum ooze down towards my pussy. I scoop it up in my hand as I turn around.

The rain has stopped as suddenly as it started. I’m standing next to your car, next to the highway, nearly naked, with a handful of your cum and my ass juice. Your cock is still out, but you daren’t touch it – it’s too sensitive still. I stare at it, marvelling at the talent in my butt. I put my hand above my head, and let the oozy mixture slide off my hand and into my waiting mouth. Oooohhh fuck, you taste good. A corn-fed mid-Western boy. Just the way I like ‘em. 

I grab my skirt and climb back into the car. You get the hint and put your dick away, climb into the car and start the engine. I get the feeling you want to say something. Maybe something stupid about how great that was (like I don’t know). Maybe something stupid like let’s do it again (like I care).

You see, I still don’t like you. I just wanted to get my ass fucked, that’s all.

Girls and guys – I need to know if I’m doing it right! Help me out please and feed back. Thanks.



Rainstorm



He was going to be late! He wheeled out of his driveway and backed out into the street. As he drove down the road, his eyes kept wandering to the clock on the dashboard.

"Damn it! Not again." 

Settling into his commute he began to relax, his mind wandering back to her and last night. She'd surprised him with candles throughout the house, flower petals and clothes leading to the bathroom, and a bath waiting with her inside smiling seductively up at him.

A horn blaring nearby brought him out of his daydream. Once again he looked at the clock. "Yep, definitely late. Wonder if it's too late to call out sick." 

He reached for his briefcase to call the office and tell them he was stuck in traffic, which was true on some level. It wasn't on the front seat, or the floor behind the passenger seat. Maybe it was on the back seat? No, not there either. 

"Where did it fall to, damn it!?" 

While he searched his car it came to him, he'd set it down outside the bedroom door when he'd come to sneak one last peak at her lying there in bed. He could see her soft skin glowing in the morning sunlight. The soft smile that played across her lips while she slept, the seductive curves of her body teasingly exposed by the sheets. 

He stood there captivated by her. The chime of his watch woke him from his revelry. He was going to be late! Running out in a hurry he'd forgotten his briefcase in the hallway. "Damn it!"

Seeing a familiar exit, he quickly veered off the highway and headed back towards home. He was almost there when it began to rain. Thunder rolled across the sky and the rain began to fall harder, drumming a steady rhythm on his windshield as it fell. By the time he pulled into the driveway it was pouring rain and the sky was dark.

He ran up to the house, trying to avoid getting soaked. Thunder rumbled and he could see a flash of lightning off in the distance. He opened the door and slipped quickly inside. While he stood shaking off the water by the door he heard noises coming from within the house. He quietly made his way down the hall. There was his briefcase leaning against the wall, right where he'd left it, the bedroom door slightly ajar. 

Again he heard the faint sound, a gasp? Or was it a moan? Quietly moving up to the door he peered inside the dark room. In the reflection of the dresser vanity across the room he could see her laying there in bed. She had her eyes closed tightly and was moaning softly and writhing under the sheets. 

A broad smile played across his lips, he moved to get a better view of her in the mirror. Standing there watching her, she arched her back slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sudden movement causing the sheets to slide off, exposing her slender body. 

Her body was naked and beautiful. She had one hand cupping her breast, her fingertips caressing the hard nipple; the other was hidden between her thighs. Her legs blocked the view but he could tell from the way her hips were moving she was close to coming.

He stood there watching her as she touched herself, eyes closed tightly, her chest heaving as she began to breathe harder. Her soft throaty moans were getting louder and louder as her hand continued to explore her sex. He quietly moved into the bedroom. He had to have a closer view! It was almost too much to bear watching her like this! His desire for her was palatable. He could almost taste her soft skin and feel the warmth of her body. 

She gasped and arched her back as she came. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her she softly moaned his name. Smiling, he moved closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down between her legs.

She was squeezing her eyes closed tightly, touching herself as she remembered how he had touched her just the night before. They'd made love several times last night and she could still feel his touch and smell his body in the bed there with her. She could see the outline of his body as it was cast in the glow of the candles. She could still feel his body pressing against hers. 

"Oh god!" she gasped as she came. The orgasm had surprised her. It hit with such delicious force that it caused her to arch her back and moan, her body tingling and throbbing with remembered pleasures. 

She jumped as she felt something warm and wet on her thigh. Opening her eyes she saw him there kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing her gently along her inner thigh. He was smiling up at her hungrily. She could see his briefcase and clothes in a pile by the door. 

She smiled down at him and then lay back. Moaning as he began to kiss, lick and nibble his way up along her thighs. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his breath were almost too much for her. As vivid as her memory of the night before had been it was nothing compared to how his touch felt right now. She lay there trying to drink in every sensation. She heard the soft patter of rain falling against the window and the deep rumbling of the thunder. 

She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his pace quicken as her urgings became more intense. She gasped when he slid a finger inside her. She was about to explode. When she felt his mouth move to her clit and take it firmly between his lips, she moaned, "I'm going to come. Oh, Baby!" 

"Come, baby, come for me please," she felt more than heard him reply. 

When he pushed another finger inside her, she could feel herself opening for him, her orgasm building until she could hold back no longer. "Oh, yes!" she gasped as she came. She could feel her body tighten, her pussy trembling, her juice dripping down her thighs. She could feel him softly licking along her thighs, lapping at her.

She raised her head to look at him. Even in the darkness of the room and the bleariness in her eyes she could plainly see the big smile lighting up his handsome face. He leaned over her, pushing his hips between her trembling thighs. When he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips. 

They kissed for a long time, their tongues exploring each other's lips and mouths, electricity surging through them as their tongues met. They lay there kissing each other passionately, desperately, all the while their hands caressing each other's body.

She let out a surprised gasp when he pushed his cock inside her. She could hear him moan deep in his chest as he pushed slowly into her. She tightened on him, trying desperately to keep him there, throbbing inside her. The tighter she squeezed on him the louder he moaned as he continued to move deeper inside her. 

He lifted her legs up over his arms and began to thrust harder into her. Their bodies moving in rhythm as they moaned and kissed, each lost in the pleasures of the other. She dug her nails across his back and into his shoulders, gripping him tightly with every part of her. Her pussy was quivering on his hard cock as he worked it steadily in and out of her. She tilted her hips and moved to match his thrusts, their bodies moving as one.

She could feel his body tighten and his cock throbbing harder, pulsing inside her. She knew he was close to cumming. She giggled when he lifted her up abruptly and bent her over the end of the bed. With her head pushed into the soft billowy covers she could feel her hard nipples brushing across the satin sheets. 

He grabbed her hips roughly as he moved behind her. She looked back at him and smiled devilishly. Sliding her legs further apart, she arched her back, opening herself up to him. With one long thrust he pushed his cock inside her. His shaft filled her completely, pressing up against her cervix and stretching her soft walls to fit him. By the way he was moving she could tell how badly he wanted her, how desperately he ached for her. 

Last night when he'd entered her it was soft, tender, almost romantic. This time it was passionate, hungry. His lust for her was primal. He continued to thrust roughly into her, his moans becoming louder and louder as he pushed into her, completely burying himself inside her. 

She reached back and took his balls in her hand, squeezing them firmly. She could feel them throbbing and tightening in her hand. He was about to explode. She'd never seen him hold back this long before. 

He stopped suddenly, pulling away from her. He lifted her off the bed up into his strong arms. Turning her to face him, he kissed her deeply. She could feel his lips trembling in ecstasy. He nibbled at her lips as they kissed. She reached down between them to stroke his throbbing wet cock. 

She gasped when she felt something cold pressing against her shoulder and then against her ass; she could feel goose bumps run across her skin. He lifted one of her legs up and across his hips. He held her pressed against the cold glass of the window. She could feel the chill of the window against her hot skin, could feel the rain falling on the window almost as if it were falling on her body. 

She could feel the intensity of his desire as he thrust into her. His moans were as hard and rough as his movements. He was trembling against her, completely lost within her. She could hear the sound of thunder in the distance. 

She heard him moaning, "Yes, baby, yes!" He nuzzled his head against her neck, pushing himself deeper into her. 

Her senses were overloading with passion and pleasure. "Come for me please," she whispered in his ear.

He grabbed her hips roughly, fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips, lifting her he plunged his cock into her for a final thrust. He let out a moan deep in his chest as he exploded inside her, his body quivering and throbbing as his cock filled her. 

Her own orgasm was just as powerful when she felt him come, the strength of his orgasm merely feeding her own. She felt the warmth of his lust filling her completely. 

She kissed his neck softly as she held him, her body never wanting to part from his. They stood there for several long moments, trembling in each other's arms. She could feel him throbbing inside her while delicious aftershocks ran through her body causing her muscles to tighten and squeeze him. 

He carried her gently back to their bed where they collapsed in a mass of limbs and sweaty flesh. As he wrapped his body around hers, he whispered into her ear. "Looks like I'm calling in sick today." 

She smiled and snuggled back up against him. "Again?" she purred playfully. 

Laying there in his arms, she could see the impression their bodies had made on the glass. She could still hear the thunder as rain continued to fall. 



Rainstorm



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It's been so humid recently, my car feels almost unbearable driving back to our secluded country home, and even with the windows down the air outside is too warm for comfort. As soon as I walk through the door I start stripping off, trying to get comfortable after a day at work. You're already home, lounging on the sofa watching TV in your trackies, topless and clearly very happy, beer in hand.

I shout a hello to you as I kick off my heels and untuck my shirt, unzipping my pencil skirt while I skip upstairs. Stepping out of the skirt and almost ripping my shirt off I stand in our room looking for the smallest possible outfit, to keep me cool. Choosing a light ribbed vest top and some little PJ plaid shorts I take off my bra and pants and slip into my evening attire. It's unlike me to go without any panties but it's so hot frankly I just don't care anymore. Setting my hair free it falls over my shoulders, now with waves in after being tied up all day.

Trotting downstairs in a much better mood I notice you haven't moved from the sofa. I grab myself a cool bottle of cider from the fridge and plonk myself next to you, to ask what you want for dinner. Noting my lack of bra you say you don't know, something easy, and 'accidentally' brush your very cold beer bottle against my right nipple, forcing it to immediately create a point in my vest. I gasp and shy away, playfully swatting at you, before going to the kitchen to see what we've got to eat.

Rifling through the cupboards I hear the pitter patter of raindrops falling against the window. 'Shit, my jeans', I rush outside to collect the jeans I'd left on the line hoping they'd dry, the rain had turned into a downpour and running the length of our garden to the washing line resulted in me returning to the house looking a bit like a drowned rat. It wasn't cold, the kind of rainstorm you could go and play in when you were a kid.

You watch me run back up the garden, in a now soaked and practically see through top, breasts bouncing as I run, trying not to get wet. Smugly you smile at me as I push through the back door to the kitchen, glad it wasn't you who had to run out to save the washing. Dropping my jeans on the floor I ask you to fetch me a towel, which you do, but you return with two towels and leave them just out of my reach. 

I scowl at you as you walk towards me and try to push past to get the towels, but you open the door behind me and push me back outside into the rain. Wrapping your arm around my waist and having closed the door, shutting us outside, your other hand comes up to my face and pulls me close, our lips meeting and tongues entwining. If feels electric, the closeness of our bodies being pounded by tiny droplets of water, rain working into our mouths as we kiss.

After what feels like an endless kiss you smile at me and tell me how hot I look all wet. I laugh at you, which is quickly turned into a moan when you tweak my erect nipples through my vest top. Kissing down my neckline you take my left nipple between your teeth and gently pull on it, watching you do this drives me wild but I want to see you worship my breasts. The top is quickly removed and thrown away towards the door. Now half naked, as you are, I feel the exhilaration of being exposed outside, our garden is secluded and rural, but this is out of the norm for me. As you flick and bite my nipples, holding my waist, I pull at your trackies, trying to release the prize I cherish so much.

You relent and let me pull your cock free. I sink to my knees, immediately getting dirty on the grass, and slowly work my hand up and down you as the rain falls on us. Taking your head into my mouth I hear you groan. I can't look up at you as I normally would for fear of getting rain in my eyes so I focus on my task, pleasing your cock. Licking up and down your shaft, my spit mixing with the rainwater, I start pumping my mouth back and forward, taking you as deep as I can down my throat, although you've always been too big for me to take all the way. 

Scraping the hair back from around my face so you can get a better view of me sucking you off you hold the back of my head and slowly and gently start to fuck my face, encouraging me to open my throat further to you. My hands grip your thighs for balance and comfort, moving up to grab hold of your bum as I try to regain control. I gag to begin with, struggling to accommodate your length within me. My moans sending vibrations up you make you decide to stop, and you allow me to move my head off your member, taking it in your hand and stroking yourself as I get my breathe back. Once recovered I lap at your balls while you play with yourself, taking them each in my mouth one by one, sucking on them carefully, causing you to moan louder and louder.

Enough is enough for you, I'm pulled up to my feet and you take me by the hand, walking me back to the house. I wonder if we're going inside, although not cold I am very, very wet, not just from the rain. You don't lead me to the door though, instead to a wall around the side of the house, and strip my PJ bottoms from me. Surprised that I'm not wearing panties, but also even more aroused by this, you give me a playful spank and tell me what a naughty bitch I am. I laugh until you pin my against the wall, you kick my legs apart. Now naked the brick feels prickly and uncomfortable against my bare body. The rain against my chest and legs now feels like a warm blanket in comparison to the brick. 

Kissing me hard you take my breath away once more and I feel your fingers exploring between my legs, spreading my wetness and immediately finding my swollen clit. My legs buckle when you flick your forefinger back and forth over my clit, pushing me into the brickwork to hold me up you suddenly plunge two fingers deep into me, giving my clit some relief. I moan loudly into your mouth, feeling your fingers buried inside me, pushing in and out as you kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. The pain of leaning against the wall is forgotten. You have always driven me crazy fingering me, this was even more erotic, water cascading down our bodies, being battered by raindrops. As I start to whisper 'yes....yes baby' in your ear while you bite my neck I feel you withdraw your fingers and whimper.

Smearing the cum from your fingers across my chest, particularly on my nipples, and then feeding me your fingers to clean, I relish in sucking your fingers deep into my mouth, watching how you react and hearing your deep groan.

Grabbing the discarded clothing you place it between my legs and kneel down, face level with my pussy. Opening my lips to view your prize your tongue flicks out and makes contact with my clit, my legs give way again. Chuckling as I arch my back against the wall, trying to stay upright, you assault my slit, tongue running back and forth, one finger teasing the entrance to my cunt, but never pushing inside, and sucking and biting my clit. I cannot stand still, my back is rubbing up and down the wall in an effort to just stay standing, you know I won't last much longer so stop pushing me to the edge of orgasm and lead me to our table and benches.

We have some stone, polished top benches and a matching table outside the back door. Pushing me onto the table, I am now perched on the edge. The cold, hard, very slippery surface under me feels alien, but the thought of fucking in the rain is distracting me. The rain still feels warm against my skin, more so now I have something so cold to compare it to, and the air still very humid. Our mouths meet in total passion now, the situation has overcome us. You push me backwards, and tweak my nipples, then pull my pussy lips apart. The feeling of the rain hitting such an intimate place in inexplicable, I feel so exposed, but free. Watching you watching the water run down me is a huge turn on.

You slap your cock against my slit and clit, as always a tease. I sit up and feel your fingers inside me, almost pulling me forwards right to the edge of the table, hitting that magic spot within me. I scream in shock and pleasure, and just as quickly as you took me to the edge you remove your fingers again, pulling me onto my feet, and turning me around in one swift action.

Feeling my clit being expertly manipulated while you kiss and bite your way along my shoulders I sag in your hold, before being bent over the table. My breasts crush onto the cold, hard surface, my face to one side so I can just about see you. You gasp and caress my back, which is covered in scratches from the brickwork. Your gentle massage of my back while it's being pounded by ever heavier rain relaxes me and calms me down from my near-orgasm experience. Parting my ass cheeks and feeling the rain run down me from this position I feel you line yourself up, positioning your head at my hot, wet entrance. 

In one stroke you push all the way into me, taking your 8 inches at once is always a shock no matter how wet I am, and I scream. Luckily as we live so remotely no-one can hear me swear. 'Fuck' is all I can utter as you pound into me, holding my cheeks apart to give yourself the best view, occasionally spanking me. Holding my lower back firmly on the table your spanking becomes harder, causing the rain where you've spanked me to feel cold. Harder and harder you pound into me, I'm getting closer to cumming, my nipples pushing against the stone table. My walls begin to contract around you, my pussy feels as though it's on fire as I clench onto you, preventing you from keeping your rhythm. 

Feeling me milk you, holding your cock deep inside me, you let yourself go. Shooting ribbons of cum inside me you groan as I shout 'YES' each time I feel you hit my g-spot. Coming down from the monumental orgasm, absolutely soaked and the rain getting ever harder still you help me up, still inside me til you step backwards, your cum dribbling down my thighs. We kiss and embrace, and head inside to towel off. You suggest we go shower and take care of the scratches on my back, which I take as an invitation for round two...



Rainstorm



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Rainstorm Romp



The sky was gloomy, gray and it looked like it was going to storm at any second. "What a perfect day for a nature hike." I grumbled sarcastically. Robin, Sam, Mike and I had already been hiking for hours through the caverns and woods of the state park.

"Baby- don't complain. It was sunny when we got here; we're having fun, remember?" Mike urged as I hoisted myself over the last edge of the hill. At the top, we decided to follow the trail for a while.

I was getting antsy¯ I didn't want to be climbing rocks; I wanted to be at home in bed where I could be climbing Mike. I had worn my shortest shorts and my flimsiest white tank top in hopes of persuading Mike to stay home instead of going on this hiking trip. Nevertheless, we picked up Robin and Sam at Sam's place, and headed off into the woods.

We started down the trail back into the caverns, where I saw a little niche just a bit farther ahead. It was a perfect smooth rock; it looked so cool and inviting on this hot day, and had a perfect shady overhang where we'd be hidden from all but this spot on the trail. I felt my nipples start to poke out underneath my tank top. Now, to get Mike back there, I thought sneakily¯ feeling a growing wetness in my shorts.

No sooner did we come to the spot on the trail where my little nook was, than the sky burst forth a torrent of rain. Robin and I shrieked at the loud clap of thunder and bright flash of lightning. 

"We have to take cover! Over here!" Sam shouted, running toward the cavern. Mike, Robin and I followed to the small space. It was too late though- the four of us were completely soaked and dripping wet. My wet tank top clung to my body— giving full view of my round breasts and erect nipples.

"What a shame, we'll have to stay in here until the storm's over- we can't risk going back out in that!" I sighed breathily. "What are we going to do all that time?" I lamented.

"I've got an idea!" Mike announced, grinning as he skulked over to me, lowered himself and bit my left nipple through the wet tank top. I glanced over at Robin who was rubbing her own crotch through her wet shorts; and Sam, whose damp pants were clinging to reveal a growing bulge.

Mike and I didn't retreat from Robin and Sam as we began to undress each other. Mike lowered me to the cool stone and began lapping hungrily at my dripping pussy. Robin smiled mischievously as she crawled over and began to suck vigorously on my right breast. Sam, feeling left out, joined in on the left one. I squirmed in ecstasy at the three mouths pleasuring me. I reached over and unbuttoned Sam's pants, slipping my hand inside to feel his growing cock. It was warm and hard, and it stiffened even more at my touch.

I moaned as Mike flicked his tongue rapidly over my clit. "Ohhh it feels so good, Mike- please don't stop!" I cried. He began thrusting his tongue deep into me as I reached down, circling my trigger with two fingers. I was ready to explode when he pulled his mouth away and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it made me even wetter.

Robin shed her t-shirt and wet shorts as I tugged at Sam's pants. Already shirtless, Sam slid out of his pants and brought his large cock to my mouth. I greedily took it into my mouth and began to suck forcefully on it. Robin dragged her tongue down my body as Mike jacked himself off over my stomach and breasts. She licked up some of his cum as she headed toward my pussy. She thrust her face into the dripping wetness down south and began to suck on my hard clit. She slid three fingers in and out of me as her tongue floated over my trigger. My muffled screams escaped from around Sam's dick, which was beginning to drip pre-cum into my mouth. I swallowed his cock deeper into my throat as he exploded into my mouth. I eagerly gulped down every drop of delicious cum that flowed out of him. Robin began to graze her teeth against the inside of my pussy lips. By then, Mike was ready to take over again, shoving his throbbing cock deep inside me. Sam and Robin began to enjoy each other on the cavern floor next to us.

Mike pounded into me with a force that blew my mind. I tightened around him and rolled over so I could be on top. I began to ride Mike like I never had before. I slid myself up and down rapidly on his huge shaft. I leaned forward so he could penetrate me deeper. I was gushing juice all over him. I heard Robin and Sam's moaning, as I got ready to cum. I began to draw myself up and down on Mike more slowly as I rocked back and forth on top of him. He shot his load deep into my hot pussy, and the force of his cum set off another orgasm for me. I began screaming wildly as I grabbed his chest. Cum began shooting out of me and overflowing all over Mike and I.

I collapsed forward onto him, my weak body sticky with his cum and my own. He kissed me deeply as we watched Sam and Robin finish their romp. This would definitely be a hiking trip none of us would forget.



Rainstorm with the Man I Love



I've always enjoyed standing and dancing in the rain during a rather hard rain storm. The wind wraps around you like a lovers arms, and the rain falls upon your skin like light kisses, yearning for your skin. For a long time I stood in the rain all alone. I had nobody else to share it with.

That is, until I met Bob. Our love for the romance of a rain storm drew us to it even more. It made us tremble, and desire each other even more. I ached for his arms around me, to have him holding me, and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I ached to hold him as well.

He's coming to Texas to see me, and I'm standing in the middle of the field behind my house, waiting for him to call me and tell me that he's arrived so that I can go pick him up at the airport.

The rain began suddenly, starting off with a light fall of small droplets of water pouring from the heavens. I smiled, and raised my arms, turning slowly in a circle as I turned my face upward to catch the drops on my cheeks. As the rain began to pick up in intensity, I lowered my arms, and wrapped them around myself, hoping that he would call soon, and the rain would last long enough for me to share it with him.

I stood there, my eyes closed, waiting, and hoping with my whole heart to hear my cell phone in my pocket ring. I felt something warm move behind me, and I kept my eyes closed, and my arms around myself, thinking that I was imagining it. Suddenly, I felt a warm body press against my back, and strong, kind arms circle around me from behind, wrapping around me, and holding me close.

I sighed softly, and turned to look at him. Bob was standing there with his long brown hair pulled back into a low pony tail at the base of his neck. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. No matter how simple he looked, he was stunning to me. His eyes shone with kindness, and a glimmer of a beautiful smile danced around the edges of his mouth. I removed my arms from myself, and wrapped them around him.

We stood there, holding each other, and looking into each others eyes for quite some time. Then, he lowered his lips to mine, and kissed me softly. I returned the kiss just as softly. When the kiss broke I buried my face in his neck, and sigh softly.

"I've been wanting to see you, to kiss you, to hold you, and to be held by you for so long now. It's great to have something real to hold right here in front of me," I said.

"So I have I, sweetheart. So have I," was his soft reply.

We stood in the rain smiling, and holding each other as the rain fell upon us, drenching us completely. I felt safe, and warm in his arms, and couldn't wait for the passion that I knew would come at one point in his stay.

He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face to his, and kissed me again. My hands fell to rest on his chest, and he smiled against my lips. One of his hands slid down to cup my behind, and haul me closer. Once closer, our tongues met in my mouth, and danced together. I was in heaven. All of my senses were wide awake, and trained on him. I could smell him, taste him, feel him, hear his heart beat and breathing, and when we weren't kissing, I could see the rain splashing across his skin.

I felt one of his other hands slide up and around from the middle of my lower back to cup one of my breasts. His trailing fingers as the moved left a line of fire in their wake. I let out a soft whimper, nonverbally letting him know that I wanted and needed him. He lowered his mouth to my neck where he pressed soft kisses, and occasionally nibbled. My hands fell to the hem of his shirt, and pulled upwards.

He raised his arms over his head, and his shirt was soon being tossed to the ground. My hands went back to his chest, and caressed the skin there softly. His hands fell to the hem of my shirt, and slipped beneath slowly as his teeth found my earlobe, and tugged lightly. I rolled my head to the side, allowing him better access, and ran my fingertips lightly over his nipples, smiling to myself at his intake of breath.

He pulled my shirt up and off before tossing it to rest with his on the rain soaked ground. I now felt the rain falling on my breasts and shoulders freely. I looked up at the sky, watching the droplets fall as my hand ran over his chest, teasing his nipples into hard peaks. He took this opportunity to reach between my breasts and unhook my bra. 

My firm breasts tumbled into his view. The lacy black bra quickly joined the rest of the clothing as he lowered his mouth to my breasts, running his tongue over my nipples. My back arched, and I let out a low moan. My hands slid over his shoulders, and took ahold of the pony tail holder. His hair was soon down, and I slid the pony tail holder over my hand, and onto my wrist. My hands the slid into his hair, and I reveled in the feeling of his hair in my fingers, and his mouth of my breast.

I sighed softly, realizing that this was what I had missed for so long. I had missed having someone to cherish me, and love me. Someone that I could return the affection, and not be told that was stupid. I smiled and raised his head so that I could kiss him again, softly. I showered his face and neck in kisses before sinking down to my knees in front of him.

I smiled up at him as my hands ran down his legs and then back up. My hands stopped at Bob's belt, and I had it undone in record time. He looked down upon me, and ran a hand through my hair, a smile on his lips. I opened the button on his jeans, and then slid the zipper down. He licked his lower lip, and I pushed his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and I looked to notice that he was tenting his boxers. 

I smiled up at him, and slid my nails up his legs again until I reached his boxers. Then, I grabbed the waist band, and pulled it out and down. I blinked a few times and let him step out of his boxers before I moved them both so he could step back to me.

When he stood in front of my, it was my turn to lick my lips. There in front of my face was an amazing cock. It had a well defined head, and was at least 8 inches. All 8 inches stood proudly out from his body, and I wrapped my hand around him. He took in a deep breath, and I slid my tongue over the head, gathering the drop of pre-cum on the tip on my tongue. I smiled up at him and gave him a wink before closing my lips around the head.

The taste of him on my tongue was something that dreams were made of, and I made a mental note to remember to put my tongue stud back in as soon as we reached the house. I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, and then brought my mouth back up, sliding my tongue anywhere that it wished to venture. After a few seconds, there was no part of his cock left dry.

I then took the head into my mouth, and sucked lightly at first. I was rewarded with another drop of pre-cum and smiled happily before moving more of him into my mouth. I set up a steady rhythm of swirling my tongue on the way down, and then sucking on the way back up. He moaned softly, and I cupped his balls in my hand.

I ran my fingers lightly over his balls, and continued sucking, taking him deeper into my mouth with each trip down his glorious cock. Soon, he pressed against the back of my throat, and his hands went to the back of my head, urging me onwards. I gagged a little at first, but then got the hang of it, and swallowed, allowing him to slip down my throat.

He moaned loudly, and I continued sucking and licking his cock, making sure that when he reached the back of my throat, that I deep throated him. His hips began to rock forwards and backwards with my movements, and soon he was fucking my mouth.

I moaned softly and looked up to see him bite his lower lip, and then run his tongue over it. I moved my hands to his hips, and swallowed when he reached the back of my throat. With him buried completely in my mouth, I began to hum, and held him there for a moment. This added a vibration, and he moaned loudly.

"God, baby, I'm going to cum," Bob said between breaths. I moaned softly, and picked the speed up, wanting to taste him, and feel him cumming in my mouth. I didn't have to wait and want for long. His hands held my head as he fucked my mouth. I continued sucking, and moving my tongue, deep throating when the occasion arose. He soon buried his dick down my throat with an outcry, and I swallowed his cum as it ran down my throat.

I licked him clean, and swallowed before pulling him down beside me on the wet ground. The rain was still coming down, but more lightly than before. He wrapped his arms around me, and I smiled. His arms were warm, safe, and loving. Bob's breathing slowly returned to normal, and he kissed me softly. I returned the kiss, and ran my tongue over his bottom lip. 

He caught my tongue with his teeth and grinned. I smiled and winked before turning to face him. I curled into him, and my hand dropped down between us, playing with his cock. He began to grow hard again, and I laughed softly.

"Ready to play again already?" I spoke huskily, still turned on very much from earlier.

"Always ready to play with you, baby," he responded.

I grinned and stood up. His hand fell to his lap, and he began to rub his cock as I slowly slid my shorts and thong off. I stood there in front of him, my perky breasts upturned with hard nipples, and a shaved clean pussy. He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank down into his lap. It was pure bliss to have our bare skin touching, and his arms wrapped around me.

I placed my hand back on his cock, and noticed that it was hard as a piece of blue steel. I moaned softly, and he slid a hand between my legs.

"You're absolutely dripping," he spoke softly. His breath fell across my face in a warm caress, and I kissed him softly.

He moved me around, and the clothes so that I was laying on some clothes, and he had something under his knees. He moved over me, and caressed my skin lightly with his fingertips. Bob made me shiver with almost every movement that he performed. He then lowered his hand, and rubbed my pussy lightly. His other hand was lining his cock up, and he soon pushed in slowly.

I moaned loudly, and my hands moved up to hold onto his shoulders. He planted his hands on either side of me, and held himself still inside of me for a moment. I could feel his cock pulsing, and I pulled him down a bit closer so that I could place kisses over his shoulders and neck. A few nibbles and licks were randomly dispersed along with the kisses, and he began a steady rhythm.

Bob would move his cock to where only the head remained inside me, and then he would thrust until he was fully buried inside of me. He moved slowly at first, picking up rhythm. I felt packed full. I was exhilaratingly happy, and moaning softly. I clenched my walls around his dick, and he moaned also. 

He smoothed the hair out of my face with a hand as he continued to move in and out of me. He kissed me softly, and then lowered his mouth to my ear to speak huskily.

"I love those little sounds that you make. They're very sexy."

I moaned again, and bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and ran my fingers through his hair. I tugged a little when he picked up speed, causing me to whimper, and arch my back. I bit down lightly on his shoulder, and he moaned my name.

Bob began to move even faster, and I knew that it wouldn't take me long to fall over the edge. 

"Bob, I'm so close." I whispered huskily in his ear. "Me too," he groaned softly against my neck.

I raked my nails down his back and felt him cum inside of me with an outcry of my name. That was the final straw for me, and I shattered, his name falling from my lips like a mantra.

He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, sighing softly. He mumbled my name a few more times, and I smiled brightly.

We got up a little while later, and grabbed our clothes before heading back inside for a shower. I knew that him staying with me would be a great time, and I would enjoy spending this time with him. I now had someone to share the rain with, and that made me thrilled.