1 comments/ 13460 views/ 1 favorites Walking in the Rain By: summaswine Her umbrella was in the car. Shaking her head, Jayne just stared at the steady rain through her office window. It danced on the brick almost taunting her. She had to leave eventually and knew that the rain had no intention of stopping. She didn't even have her jacket. She couldn't even ask anyone else to borrow an umbrella as she was one of the last people to leave and she knew no one left. It was the equivalent to three blocks to the parking deck where she kept her car and she'd just be a wet rag by the time she got there. It's not like she could make a run for it in the heels and form-fitting suit she was wearing. Jayne took the elevator down to the entrance and looked again through the glass. Oh well, c'est la vie. Opening the door she could now smell the warm summer rain and it filled her senses. What happened to the days she used to choose to walk in the rain? She started down the path and felt the rain on her head, face, and suit. After only walking a few feet, she found herself under an umbrella and next to a tall, well-built man who just looked at her and smiled. His smile was engaging, his eyes grass- green stood out against his dark complexion, black mustache and black hair. "Why, thank you!" Jayne said to him. "You just came to my rescue." He just smiled and nodded a silent "You're welcome," and they continued to walk. "I'm parked in the old parking deck on 31st," Jayne said after the silence was getting a bit uncomfortable for her. Again he nodded and smiled and held the umbrella keeping her from getting rained on. His presence was overwhelming her. They walked some more. Jayne was so much shorter than he was that she knew that he was deliberately taking shorter steps to not rush her. They came to a huge puddle and stopped. Jayne looked around for a place to walk that didn't have so much water. She knew that she'd get her heels soaked and ruined in this puddle. Somehow, before she knew what was happening, she was lifted up off the ground and in the strongest arms she's ever known. She was short -- but not little with about twenty extra pounds and he lifted her without any hesitation. After the first few seconds of shock wore off, his scent overwhelmed her. He smelled like the rain and clean, strong male, so natural, almost woodsy. This was not cologne she smelled, but pure male. Her reaction to his strength and scent was powerful. She felt the lava flowing throughout her body. Locking eyes and holding on tightly she heard him talk for the first time. "You might want to close your mouth, Red, before you catch some flies," he winked at her. Jayne closed her mouth. His voice was deep, resonating in to her brain. He spoke slowly, with a slight drawl, and looked deep in to her eyes. He walked through the puddle and got them to shelter from the now drenching rain pouring down harder. The shelter was a small office building between her office building and the parking lot. He put her down slowly and she attempted straightening her form-fitting suit. She was frazzled and needed to put herself together. This man had a powerful effect on her senses. "I didn't want to put you down, Red. You felt good." God, his eyes and his words were both penetrating her. He stood close to her, invading her space, heating her. She looked up in to her reflection in his eyes and saw her own lust -- she can only imagine what he saw. He was looking in to her soul. She knew her eyes always gave her emotions and thoughts away. "Thank you ..uh... for your kindness walking with me keeping me from getting drenched....uh.... I really must be off though, I... uh... have to get home," she stammered out. She moved to walk away. His arm stopped her from running away. "But I didn't keep you from getting drenched, did I, Red?" His meaning was clear and, dammit, he was right. Jayne was quivering and very wet. His voice was the perfect sound for her auditory brain. He kept her right on edge and uncomfortable. She would have an appointment with her favorite toy when she got home. He put his hands in her dark red curly hair. She didn't object. "Softer than it appears," he whispered, as his face got closer. She swallowed hard, searching for moisture in her mouth. His fingers left her hair and slowly made it downwards slowly tracing her jaw line down her neck. Her visible reaction made him bolder. His finger moved down touching the wet silk material of her suit. Her blue eyes darkened in to his green stare. "You like what I'm doing." It wasn't a question. He knew. "You're thinking... 'I don't know this man, why am I so attracted to him? Why do I want him so badly? Can he give me what I want?' Aren't you, Red?" She couldn't answer; he seemed to know what was in her soul. He was reaching her through her mind and her body was betraying her again because of it. His finger kept tracing the lines of her suit. His gaze never left hers. He talked of his want through his stare and her body understood the language. She couldn't remember the last time, if ever, she was this aroused by anyone. He broke the gaze and opened the door to the building, guiding her in to the lobby with his large hands on her back. He led her through the lobby to the right in to a conference room. He walked as if he owned the building and that just aroused her more. She was thinking it would be a good idea to leave... to just make a run for it. At that point, he turned around to her and she was against the conference room table. His face not quite 3 inches away from hers. "You want to leave, Red?" She realized then that she didn't want to leave that green gaze and that deep voice. Her body was on fire. "You don't want to leave, do you?" He moved his head down so close to her lips, but instead of resting there, he went lower and behind and gently, oh so gently, kissed her neck. Her body went in to overdrive. Never so quickly and so powerfully with just one kiss did her body react this strongly. The shiver up her spine was visible and he smiled. His warm smile, more of a smirk, disarmed her. She was leaning back in to the conference room table and he moved back and sat down in one of the chairs. She moved to do the same thing and he used his large hands to keep her upright. "Undo your blazer, Red." Had she been thinking straight, she would have realized that this was the big decision -- do it and do it all -- or don't do it and end it. But his hands on her hips and green gaze in her eyes made her want with a ferocity she'd never known. She unbuttoned the pearl buttons of the top of her suit. She gazed in to his eyes watching her expose her flesh. She warmed all over when she saw appreciation in his gaze. Always having a weakness for nice lingerie that gave her internal confidence, she was wearing a pale lime green lace bra and thong set that day. She slowly finished unbuttoning and ever so gently nuzzled his mouth in between her breasts. He lifted his head and said, "Now your skirt." His voice was commanding even when soft. She reached behind her and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it letting it fall to the floor revealing her cream thigh highs. He removed her unbuttoned jacked and then lifted her up on the table with his large hands. Using his index finger he traced her nipples through the lace and felt her nipples harden under his touch. She couldn't keep her eyes off of what he was doing. He was fully dressed, calm and completely seducing her. His finger outlined her bra where it met her skin under her very full breasts. Moving his fingers over her tummy he outlined her thong gently grazing her very wet pussy. "You're all wet, Red. Your body is so good to you, isn't it? It's on fire. I feel your trembles with each touch." It was true -- she was like an inferno. She ached so badly. Will this man relieve this ache? He seemed in no rush at all. His fingers outlined the tops of her thigh highs making her quiver. He spread her legs as his fingers explored each inch of her skin. He was slow, he was thorough. He didn't rush and her ache was palpable. She NEEDED release. She never let this ache last this long. He didn't touch her 'there'. Talking and murmuring to her about her skin and her reactions drove her further and further to that edge. Just when she felt the build with his words and fingers roaming her skin was too much to bear, he stopped letting her 'come down'. He was torturing her. More words.... More touching... and now... Now he moved his lips over her breasts. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm" her moan slipped out as he sucked her nipple through the lace. Again that build was present. Again he stopped. "Pleaseeeeeeee, do not stop, please!" "I'm not stopping, Red, you're just not ready yet," he said as he smiled a knowing smile. "But I ammmmmmmmm! Really I am... please!" She begged him. "Show me how ready you are. Spread your legs and touch yourself for me -- let me see you touch yourself." He stepped back and sat down in one of the chairs. She didn't know what to do -- no one ever watched her play before. She knew how to masturbate -- she did it daily, sometimes even more than once. But she always had her privacy. It was a stare down. "You won't get relief, Red, if you don't show me. That I can promise you." He saw her hesitation. "C'mon, I know you want to touch. Think of my hands," he showed her his hands. She spread her legs a bit further and moved her fingers underneath her thong. "Remove it." He commanded. She inched out of it. "Your bra too." God, that voice -- what it did to her. Sitting on the table with nothing but her thigh highs on she took her breasts in her hands and bent her head down and nuzzled them. She tweaked her nipples and visibly reacted to the instant reaction that her sensitive nipples gave her. She lifted her right breast and took her nipple in her mouth and gently sucked and licked, moaning her pleasure. "Verrrry nice." He sat there so calmly but she noticed that his arousal was present in his pants. "More, you know you want to. You want to show me how wet you are." She spread her legs some more and gently touched the outer lips then her clit. She flinched at the sensitivity; it was already wet and hard. "Yes, right there, Red, that's where you need attention." She made little circles around her clit and moaned her pleasure. "Make @ signs." She did. "Stroke it up and down now." Again she obeyed. The build was raging inside her. Never had she waited this long from the start of arousal to orgasm. "Stick a finger inside now." She did so. "With your other hand, make circles." Following each direction was sending the lust to new levels. She was on the highest edge of her life. She switched hands so she can circle with her right so she can cum, but he stopped her. "No -- use the same hands you were." Did he realize that she couldn't cum with her left hand? She was dying -- maybe this time she could. Yes, she was sure she could. She had a finger inside and another on her clit and felt that wonderful build. "Take your finger out and suck it," he said. She looked up at him shocked -- she was almost there. And again -- no one ever saw her do these things. She sucked her finger. "Put it back -- this time two fingers." She obeyed again. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeee!!!" "Pull it out again!" She couldn't -- she was soooo close. "NOW!" She took it out defeated again. This time he inched forward and took her finger in her mouth. He took her other finger and put it back on her clit and nodded giving her the permission she needed. Closer and closer.... She desperately needed this release. He removed her finger from his mouth and said, "Now, Red... now show me how you cum!" And she put her fingers back where they were home. He put his hands on her thighs and watched her as she moved her fingers expertly bringing her to the most powerful orgasm she ever had on her own. She almost didn't hear the sigh of the man at the entrance of the room. Walking In The Rain "I'm singin' in the rain Just singin' in the rain, What a glorious feeling, And I'm happy again. I'm laughing at clouds So dark, up above, The sun's in my heart And I'm ready for love." -Singing in the Rain, Frank Sinatra ***** I have always loved walking in the rain. The feeling of the wetness flow through my hair, the torrents of cold water wash over my being and through my fingers. Nothing like it. Right from when I was a kid, I was probably the only guy in New York who actually looked forward to a rainy day, not just to skip school. I strolled down alleys and streets watching everybody struggle with their umbrellas or scurry to get some cover. It never made sense to me as I strode leisurely through the sleet, feeling cool and refreshed like never before. My sister loved it as well. Jacqueline, Jackie for me, loved to prance with me. With no one else on the streets, it was like our city. Just for the two of us. The rain never bothered us in the least as we hopped from puddle to puddle and stuck out our tongues to taste the rain. Being orphaned at a very young age, we were all the family we had. Our foster parents were nice enough but I was the only real confidante she had. Likewise for me. We laughed, we cried, we sang and danced and grew up inseparable, like two peas in a pod. There was this special connection between us that we could never quite define or describe in words, an intangible bond of nature which made us two halves of a puzzle. Incomplete without each other. Of course, I never ever looked at her with an iota of lust. Kindergarten, junior school, middle school and high school rushed past us in a vivid blur of colour. Soon, it was time for us to move out of our adopted home. I bought a studio loft in Soho to pursue my dream as a graphic novelist while Jackie went to Fordham to become a lawyer. I let her stay with me whenever she wanted. After a while, she got a job as a junior associate at Larkin & Smith and got an apartment of her own. We got together every once in a while for a meal. Of course, we never lost our love for the rain. We were in my loft once when she saw the weather forecast for heavy rains later in the day. She gave me a knowing smile and I got up and picked up my car keys. We rushed through the traffic to Central Park. The weather was still bright and sunny, but it would change. We went to our favourite clearing between the dense foliage and waited patiently. The skies gradually darkened as storm clouds hid the sun. The few people we saw left in a hurry, not wanting to be caught outdoors when the skies opened up. We waited expectantly staring up at Mother Nature's dark grey visage. The air was heavy with anticipation and then it happened. The first fat droplet of water hit me squarely on my face. It felt cold. Then two more hit me at once. Soon, there were so many of them hitting me. I turned to see Jackie was enjoying herself as well. The clouds were bulging, bursting to the seams with their precious cargo. We stared upwards hungrily almost willing them to explode and drown us in a massive deluge of water. We got our wish. Rains in New York get heavy ridiculously fast. Within five minutes, we were soaking wet as streams of water cascaded down from the sky and battered the green grass. This was nature at its most beautiful as she unfurled her entire bounty at us. We laughed so hard that day. Holding each other's hands, we skipped through the park. The undulating green grass was soon heavy with moisture as more fell. I chased her through trees and she smiled at me- that perfect smile from that perfect soul which adorned that perfect face. Jackie was perfection personified. That day we laughed harder than we ever laughed. We played, we ran, we had a ball- if only our relationship could have stayed that way forever, if only. It was a chilly November evening when it happened. I was drawing a piece for my latest exhibition, when I heard a knock on my door. Curiously, I opened my door, expecting my editor or publisher or maybe a friend. I was not prepared for what I saw. Jackie stood in the hallway. She seemed hurriedly dressed and her face looked so different from the last time I remembered it. Their were several wet streaks down her cheeks and her mascara was messed up beyond recognition. Her tousled hair hung around her face in a cluttered mess and her red eyes looked at me with earnest pleading. Something was grossly wrong. I opened my arms and she literally lunged at my chest and clasped her hands firmly around me. The force behind her hug took me aback. I had never seen her this emotional. I put my arms around her and held on tightly as well. For the next minute or so that was all we did. She sobbed copiously into my chest, her words rendered incoherent by the tears. I just hugged her harder and told her everything was going to be okay in my most reassuring tone. Quietly, I pulled her inside and sat her down on the couch. She held on all the time, afraid she would die if she let go of me. I soothed her as best I could and ran my fingers through her hair while she held on even more tightly and looked up at me through those teary eyes. It was the most heartbreaking sight of my life. Finally, she stopped sobbing and detached herself from my chest. I held her shoulders as she started. Apparently this was the natural reaction when you catch your boyfriend with his boyfriend. He had his tongue between the other guy's legs, but not on his cock evidently. I asked her if she wanted a drink to help wash away the pain. She nodded listlessly. I opened up a Merlot and poured out a couple of glasses for us. Her crying had reduced a bit as she took her first sip. Still, in a haze of grief, she kept badmouthing the male gender and despised every interaction she ever had with them. I joked that she still had me. The bottle was almost empty when I became aware of an uncomfortable heat between us. She cuddled up to me on the couch and took another sip from her glass. She turned to face me and looked directly into my eyes. Her eyes were back to her clear iridescent green. That intangible bond between us seemed stronger than ever, and somehow more primal. We just gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, the alcohol clearly having addled our minds considerably. Within that gaze, a hundred different tangled emotions flew between us. In that moment, there was no right or wrong, there were just two people in a room with a flame of passion strong enough to scorch the entire place to the ground. This was the ultimate manifestation of our shared love. Jackie made the first move. She leaned over and softly kissed my lips. The kiss lingered as I opened my mouth to accommodate her roving tongue. There was no rush, no haste as her tongue took the time to explore the various corners of my mouth and savour the intimacy. I responded by using my tongue to gently prod hers. Our kiss gradually turned more passionate and soon we were torridly mouthing on my couch, our arms exploring tantalizing parts of each others bodies. Keeping the ardency of the kiss intact, I pulled her dress over her head and her fingers raced down my buttons. Before we knew it our pants lay in the same heap. I broke the kiss and stepped back to drink in the sight of her gorgeous body. I had seen her naked before accidentally, but this time all her curves stood out beautifully against her wonderfully fair complexion. I reached forward to take her arms in mine. Starting from under her chest, I kissed her while my mouth slowly moved upwards to her breasts. Those beautiful pale aureolas were so enticing as I ran my tongue over them in neat circular motions. Jackie moaned in pleasure as I wrapped my lips around one nipple and flicked my tongue over the tip. My hand was on her other nipple as I gently rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As my arousal reached fever pitch, I took the entire nipple between my teeth and sucked on it forcefully. She screamed in pleasure as her nipples hardened under my dual ministrations. I looked up at her eyes which were ablaze with lust. Whatever vestige of reluctance we had disappeared in a flash. I kissed downwards until my mouth reached her slick pussy. Her lips were engorged as I gently caressed her folds with my tongue. She tasted like heaven. I could sense her orgasm nearing as she bucked and thrashed against my mouth. Suddenly, I stopped and pushed her back onto the couch. It was so wrong yet it never felt so. I lay down and she rolled over on top of me. Our faces locked in another fiery kiss as her slender fingers encircled my penis and guided it into her inviting wet folds. She gasped at my initial entry but gradually got accustomed to my size. Her vaginal muscles stretched around my cock as she began to gently rocking to and fro. I was in sexual nirvana as she kept up a gentle pace. Our kiss broke as we spent the rest of the time just staring at each other. Her eyes seemed like infinite pools of affection which contained boundless love for me. Gradually, she increased her speed and now we were going at it fairly briskly. I reached over and cupped her plump ass in my hands and gently sank my fingers into her soft flesh. Her sounds of ecstasy had become distinctly more pronounced as her motion became faster and faster. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my own climax as she ground her hips against me furiously. Finally, in a rapturous crescendo to our magical cadenza of lust, I came hard and shot multiple deep loads deep into her vaginal canal. I heard a final loud cry of ecstasy from her as a powerful orgasm coursed through her being. We just lay there beside each other, too spent to do anything. I feel asleep. We woke up hours later, the effects of the Merlot having worn off. Jackie could not look me in the eye. I tried to smooth things with her but she seemed so distant. I reached out but she shrank away from my hand and looked up at me through sober, horrified eyes and the grim realization of what had transpired between us. That was when the hard reality hit me like a Mac truck. That night had irrevocably changed our relationship, it had changed everything. We could not face each other after that. Over breakfast, she tearfully told me that she needed to move far away to get her life in order. I knew that she just wanted to get as far away from me and I understood. It did not make it any easier to say goodbye. Our final tearful embrace in Newark airport reminded me just how much I was going to lose. It took all the strength I had to let her go and watch her board that flight to Sacramento. I watched the flight take off and gradually get smaller and smaller until it was just a moving speck against the cloudy sky. A chunk of my soul had left New York. To complete the moment, it began to rain spontaneously. Inexplicably when I left the airport, I started running. I had no idea what I was running from or what I was running towards. I just kept sprinting through the rain-drenched streets without any clear thoughts in my mind. I did not stop until I was out of breath and the rain had begun to taste salty. I watched her from afar. After all, Devon Masters and Jacqueline Masters were still friends on Facebook. I watched her put up pictures of herself in Sacramento. The pictures slowly began to feature a handsome young lawyer as well. Soon, it was hard to find a picture with only her in it. Then one day, I saw her put up a picture where she sported an engagement ring. I felt so happy for her. Of course I did not have the courage to go to her wedding. I'm sure she understood. The next notable picture of her had a distinct baby bulge. She seemed so quaint and tranquil with that handsome lawyer's arm draped around her in such a protective manner. Several months later, Jacqueline Strauss (as she is known now) posted pictures of twin baby girls on her profile. I gave my nieces my best wishes from New York, silently of course. She had built a beautiful world for herself with a great job, a loving husband and had been blessed with two wonderful girls. I would never go to Sacramento to meet her and possibly ruin what she had worked so hard to build, I love her way too much for that. It has been five years now since I saw her flight take off. Five years in which I never contacted her. I never will. To this day, I love walking in the rain. The reason has changed though. Now, I love walking in the rain because no one knows that I'm crying.