0 comments/ 73346 views/ 6 favorites Summer Rain By: Strapping Young Lad We left the car by the side of the country road and headed off towards the forest by the familiar path beaten into the earth. Tall summer grass paraded beside us as we neared the edge of the woods. Wrens, finches, robins and red-wing black birds played all around us while crickets sawed their legs together. The pillowy clouds were a little grey, and light rain was forecasted, but it was too perfect a day to let go to waste because of a forecast. I carried the blanket under one arm and the wicker basket in the other hand which held in folded linen a bottle of white wine and two tall glasses. My dress is casual; kahki pants with leather belt, green tee, socks and tennis shoes, and long hair pulled back in a pony tail. You are ahead of me in your flower print summer dress, your round pregnant belly stretching the fabric so sweetly. Your short cropped hair like cornsilk. The slender fingers of one hand playing along the tops of the grass, while the other hand holds a small empty woven basket. Your full chest pushing out above your beautiful belly. Your small ass hugged tight by your panties, and shaking with every step. We talk of trivial things as the shaded trees engulf us, and the path wanders ever deeper into the wood. We dodge over grown shrubs and fallen branches, the dead sticks and needles from pine trees cracking beneath our footsteps. A sharp branch scrapes your naked calf and you cry out. I come and kneel before you, taking your leg in my hands and inspecting the scrape. It isn't much and I tell you so, but kiss it to make it better anyway looking up into your beautiful green eyes peering over your round tummy. I take your hand and we continue on. We reach the patch of raspberries and you dive in with your hands, putting twice as many in your mouth as in your basket. I make up for it by doing the opposite. You show me a big, fat, juicy red one and ask me what it reminds me of, and I tell you, and you laugh and say that I'm naughty. I retort that you asked. You push the berry between my lips, mushing the fruit all over and in my mouth, and you laugh, and I laugh with you. I wipe the juice from my lips with my tongue and smile at you. Your basket comfortably filled we continue on to the secluded spot. We follow an undistinguishable path. The pine trees we pass are old and wicked, no needles on thier lower branches, they crunch beneath our feet. They are old and rotted and several lay fallen from strong winds. These creepy towers block out the sunlight and we are in shadow, walking like the fabled Hansel and Gretel. We manuever around several fallen pines and see the light breaking through the shadow and head towards it. Shortly we are on the edge between dark and light and step through like children. Bushes line this patch of sunlight. A strip of sand like a scar is carved down the middle, which makes sense because we are only a quarter mile away from the beach and the cool waters of the lake. Blankets of soft green grass border the scar of sand and reach to the ring of bushes and the wicked trees beyond. We skirt the sand to avoid getting any in our shoes and walk to about the middle of the strip of grass on the left. I unfold the blanket and spread it out, covering several dandelions. I place my basket with the wine and glasses at one corner and you place yours with the fresh picked berries next to it. We both sit down on the blanket, your dress rides up your thighs to your round pregnant tummy and I can just see your flowered panties peeking from underneath. "It's been a long time since we've been here, huh?" I ask, taking out the wine and glasses. "Yeah," You pause, taking a deep sigh, "And it's still just as beautiful." You stretch out your legs and balance yourself on your arms behind you, your dress is still high on your thighs, and I feel a familiar twitch in my loins. I pour your glass and hand it to you. Then pour my own. We drink, eat berries, and enjoy the ambiance; the cool breeze, the song of birds and crickets, the rustle of squirrles and chipmunks. We barely notice the light, grey clouds coming over the tree tops. You lay back and slightly spread your legs, feeling the breeze blow across them. I lie next to you, feeding you berries and sipping my second glass of wine. I mush a berry betwen your lips returning the favor you did before. We laugh. I lay a hand on your exposed thigh and slide it up to the bottom of your dress. You sigh and part your legs. I reach my hand between your legs and caress your white cotton panties with the back of my fingers, rubbing your delicious pussy. You smile and moan approvingly. I slip a finger beneath the fabric and slide it up and down your wettening slit, you raise your knees slightly opening your legs further. I push my middle finger slowly but surely inside of you and you catch your breath. Pushing my finger in and out of you I snake my other hand between your legs pulling your panties to the side, exposing it to my eyes and the breeze. I find your clit with my index finger and begin rubbing it slowly but surely, all the while still pushing my finger in and out of you. Before you climax I pull my fingers away and reach beneath you to remove those pesky panties. You pull your dress over your head and let it fall to the ground nearby. You smile sweetly when our eyes meet. I glide my hands up your legs and manuever them beneath you, squeezing your small butt and opening you to me. I then glide my hands up the back of your thighs behind your knees and raise them, pushing them towards your pregnant belly opening all of you to my eyes. I feel something on my head and turn my gaze towards the sky only to be greeted with another drop of rain on my face. It cools and soothes and I smile. "It's starting to rain," I tell you. "It feels nice, nice and warm," you smile back to me with closed eyes. I lean between your legs and begin licking around your shaved pussy. A drop of rain lands on your mound and I lick it up. Another lands on your thigh and I lick it up as well. Soon the rain is falling to fast for my tongue and I begin licking up and down your slit. I let go of your legs and you hold them up for me. I pull your labia apart and gaze at your pink opening and the swollen clitoris, a few drops of rain land on the exposed pink and I lick it off. I suck on your labia pulling with my lips. I flick my tongue at your opening then slide it up to your clit for a few more flicks before repeating the process over and over again. I know you want me to concentrate on your clit, to make you cum, but I tease you instead, sucking and nibbling on your clit before fucking you with my tongue and sucking again on your labia. The rain is light and sparse, so we're not getting drenched, but comfortably wet. The clouds are grey, but not dark enough to completely block out the sun, so it is still relatively bright. As I eat you, you begin squeezing your breasts and pulling and tugging on your nipples wetting your dress with your lactation. Your breathing is heavy as I continue to tease and not let you cum. You pull the straps of your dress down and bring one of your ample breasts to your mouth and you begin to suckle yourself, still squeezing, pulling and tugging the other breast. The sensitive sensations you hope will make you cum, as your orgasm builds from my oral sex. I lick down the skin between your pussy and ass and wet the taboo area with my tongue. I can feel you rocking your hips to my face. I suck on my index finger, coating it thick with saliva, and push it into your ass. You tense at the invader then relax from the pleasure of the penetration so long denied this afternoon. I work my finger in and out of your ass slowly, watching the skin pull on my manicured digit. The pungent stench from your bowels fills my nostrils and I yearn to penetrate you. Rain runs down your spread pussy, tiny rivulets of water stream down the open pink of your labia. It pools in your opening and I suck it out of you, drinking it. The rain runs down to your ass wetting my finger even more as I push it in and out of you. I look up to see you pulling your nipples to the grey sky and I know that you are so close to orgasm. I pull my finger from your ass slowly, the pink insides of your ass pulling on the receding appendage. You moan at the emptiness, but then peer down at me sucking on my middle finger, and you know that your pussy is going to get fingered next. I slide the digit smoothly into your wet pussy, and you moan with satisfaction. My finger curves inside you and finds the sensitive g-spot and rubs it. The soft cool rain dances off your writhing body as I finger you to orgasm, your pussy squeezing my finger as your muscles contract. I lean forward and kiss your pregnant belly and the tiny life growing inside the womb. I run my fingertips over your pussy, the wetness from the rain making it slippery. I kiss your belly again. I look up to see you pulling on your breasts and the milk running over your fingers. I get up and take off my shirt, shoes, pants, and socks. You sit up and pull my briefs down releasing my straining cock. The rain is still falling lightly and a few drops land on my cock and you lean forward and take the rigid member in your mouth, licking the rain off and coating me in saliva. I groan with satisfaction. You lick the sensitive place underneath the glans, then you flick the tip and I can feel your tongue pushing slightly into my urethra, and the odd sensation that comes with it. You bring your mouth down to my rain specked - and hairless - scrotum, and suck my testes into your warm mouth, bathing them in spit, and sucking the rain off of them. You return to my red-flushed, and throbbing cock, sucking me, pulling me, tugging me, drinking me. A hand strays to my saliva coated scrotum and you fondle the bald, fleshy skin, occaisionally running a well manicured fingernail across my perineum. You pause to wet a finger and insert it into my anus, massaging the inner walls of my taboo area. Now I am being sucked and penetrated, and your other hand has strayed and is fondling my scrotum and rolling the testes between your fingers. With this sort of attention I don't last long and my orgasm pulses through me and I fill your mouth, throat, and stomach with hot sperm. I shudder with sensitivity as my cock is released from your wonderful mouth. "My turn now," you say, and lay back, parting those creamy thighs, and the deliciously wet pussy held between them, rain falling beautifully over your elegant body. "You think so, huh," I tease. You nod and hum an agreement. And as if to accentuate the situation you reach down with both hands and spread your delicious pink insides to me. Your vagina is open and I can see rain pooling inside. I would like to tease you some more, but even this temptation I cannot resist. I lean down between your inviting thighs and rub my glans all over your pussy, from your clit to your opening, across the skin and over your asshole. Your hips undulate as I repeat this tease several more times. I slip inside your pussy, and instantly you vaginal muscles begin hugging me, milking me, as I push, and push, and push, deep, ever so deep, inside you. I balance precariously on your pregnant tummy. You have pulled your legs back, holding them by your knees, allowing me to piston in and out of you unabated while I balance my weight on my arms and hands that are fisted at your sides. "Touch yourself," I say. You smile up at me and let go of your legs and bring one hand down to you clit rubbing it in circles, the other hand returns to your breast and the nipple where you procede to milk yourself, your lactation running down your skin wetted with rain. "Do you love it when I fuck your pussy?" I ask, the dirty talk heightening my sexual experience. "Yes," You reply through bated breath. "Tell me." "I love it when you fuck my pussy." The sound of your voice rings in my ears. I see your legs tense with the impending orgasm. "Are you gonna cum?" I ask you as you still rub your engorged clit. "Yes," you moan. "Cum all over my cock," I beg you. "Oh God, I'm cumming!," you cry out, reaching up and gripping my shoulders as I continue to swing my hips, pushing my cock fast and deep inside of you. We ride out that orgasm to its blissful conclusion, and I pull out my cock coated with our love. The rain falls and cools our heated bodies. Needing more than just these few orgasms you roll onto your hands and knees, your breasts like pendulums swaying beneath you as you reposition yourself infront of me. The rain dances off your back and rivulets run down the crack of your ass. I lean down and run my tongue from the top of your ass crack, down over your anus, down over your perineum, and into your freshly fucked pussy, the labia swollen and open. I picture you biting your lower lip as I give you another tongue-bath. Your hands balling the blanket into your fists. Your pregnant belly round and firm beneath you, I snake a hand between your legs and caress it, running the pads of my fingers all over the stretched flesh. I lean back and replace my mouth with two fingers that slip deep inside you effortlessly. I draw the hand touching your belly back and find your clit and massage it in quick circles while pumping my two digits in and out of your precious pussy. You begin to rock your hips in rhythm with my fingers. I lean forward and plant kisses on your taut backside throwing the occasional lick in as well. I work my mouth across one cheek towards your anus and begin bathing it in spit. The rain feels so good trying to cool our passion. The triad of stimulation brings you over the edge and your waves of orgasm crash you upon its shores. I am so hard it hurts. I strare down at the pink taboo of your anus, it is already wet from rain. I grip my cock and brush it over your asshole, you push back against me. I push slowly, ever so slowly so as not to hurt you, inside of you. I gently rock back and forth, pushing gently, slowly inside. You snake a hand beneath you and begin rubbing your clit and swollen labia, you cum shortly in no time. I am balls-deep in your ass and it feels so wonderful. I begin the tedious task of pushing slowly in and out of your ass, your muscles squeeze and hug me in exquisite agony, the pleasure is sweet and lovly. I push in and out, controlling my breathing so as it takes me longer to cum. You cum yet again. I run my wet hands over your wet, slippery back, and scratch you ever so gently. I run my wet hands beneath you and over your round, wet, pregnant tummy, then up to your swollen, dripping breasts squeezing and pinching the nipples until you cum yet again. Your hand is still rhythmically rubbing your clit and labia. I push in and out of your tight, wet anus. I release your tits and bring my hands to caress the rain over your ass running my hands in circles as I push so sweetly and lovingly in and out of your ass. "Do you love it?" I ask in between panting breaths. "I love it!" You cry out. "Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me!" Instantly I increase my pace and the violence of my thrusting, not caring to be gentle as you are already used to the penetration. You scream at me to fuck you, to fuck your ass, to fuck your tight asshole, to cum inside your tight asshole, you want to feel my hot cum inside your asshole, fuck me, fuck me, over and over. I fuck you with wild abandon, my breathing rapid and my impending orgasm imminent. "I love you, please cum inside me!" you scream as you cum for a final time. And I do. The muscles in my body tensing then relaxing as I ejaculate deep in your bowels. I partially collapse on top of you, but you pull forward and I slip out of you with a sensitive gasp and surprise from my lips. I lay back and brace myself on my elbows. You turn around still on your hands and knees, and come over to my lap and my still throbbing cock. You grip it gently in your long fingers and guide it to your mouth, licking it, sucking the swollen strawberry-like head into your mouth and the semen still on it. I gasp again at the sensitivity and I see you grin like a cheshire cat. I smile back. After a quick cleansing of my now shrinking cock you lay back and draw your legs up to your breasts, knowingly I crawl forward on my hands and knees and lower my head to clean you as well. Dragging my tongue down over your sensitive clit from which you gasp, over your swollen pussy lips and the juices from our initial fucking, then lower to the cum still leaking out of your ass. You moan and lower your legs, keeping your thighs deliciously parted to either side of my head as I lick and tongue your asshole eating my own cum out of the orifice. After a few minutes of this tongue-bath I get out reluctantly from between your legs and your delicious and private places. I lie down next to you. The rain has stopped, and the wet from our bodies begins to dry, raising gosse-bumps all over our skin. I run a hand over your belly and you cover it with yours. "I love you," you say. "I love you," I echo. Then we kiss, and taste each other on our tongues and lips, and smell each other on our breath. Summer Rain The sudden crash of thunder woke Alice from a deep sleep, and she smiled to herself. You just didn't hear storms in a dorm room the same way you did inside a house, and Alice was glad to be home to hear the summer monsoons. Suddenly thirsty, she got out of bed and padded across her room, pausing at the door for a moment to wonder whether or not she should add a pair of sweats to her t-shirt and panties night-wear. Opening the door, she chuckled softly to herself. She was home, not in the dorms. Besides, who else would be awake at one in the morning? Down the hall, her brother's door was ajar, but she didn't pay any attention to it as she silently made her way to the stairs. She didn't need any lights -- she had grown up here for the last 20 years. As she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the kitchen behind them, she glanced over at the glass doors leading out to their patio and noticed a figure standing by the railing. Startled at first, she relaxed when she recognized the form of her older brother, Hunter. Alice eased the door open and whispered "Boo!" but was disappointed when Hunter grinned -- not startled at all. He was never surprised. The exception to this rule came while she was turned away from him to close the door. She had always had a tall, willowy body, and the typical "freshman fifteen" -- which had taken two years for her -- had only served to add curves to her otherwise model-straight form. The cool, stormy air did little to distract Hunter from this fact, and he turned around quickly to lean on the banister again. "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Alice asked at exactly the wrong time. "Nothing... the storm." said Hunter, shifting uncomfortably. Alice looked at her brother's familiar body as he tried to look relaxed. He was never muscular despite always playing neighborhood sports, but the same naturally slender frame that had kept Alice looking like a model made Hunter look even more athletic than he was. Alice had always thought that her brother was attractive -- as did most girls who met him -- but his naturally aloof personality had saved him from succumbing to the flood of female attention and Alice was glad for it. "I know when you're lying -- I've helped you with it enough times! Now what is it really?" Alice probed. "You shoulda put some clothes on. It's cold." Hunter grumbled at her, his back still turned. "Is not." Alice replied simply. "Besides, you only have your shorts on. I'm more dressed than you are." "Not by much." He muttered. "You shoulda done it anyway." "What's the big deal? You've seen me in diapers!" Alice chuckled. "I was one and a half!" Hunter argued. "It's different now!" "Why?" shrugged Alice, leaning on the banister next to her brother. He shifted away from her slightly, trying to hide his growing erection with his leg. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. "You're... different. Never mind. Go back to bed." He said gruffly. As the implications settled in, Alice stepped back a bit, tugging her t-shirt down to cover her thighs, blushing furiously and glad for the relative darkness. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly, surprising herself and almost making Hunter choke. "Of course I do!" He replied in a panicked whisper, whirling to meet her gaze. The siblings looked at each other, both shocked and unsure of what to do next. Hunter unwillingly looked down at where his sister's fists were clenched on the hem of her shirt. Surprising himself again, he reached down and held them in his own, wrapping his hands around hers completely and allowing his fingertips to brush against her legs. Her eyes widened as he looked into them, and for a moment, neither of them dared to breathe. Drawn to each other like magnets, hearts matching the now furious pounding of the rain, they kissed as they never had before -- first as softly as possible, as if the moment would break if they weren't gentle enough with it. In moments, Alice and Hunter were pulling each other closer frantically, Hunter sliding his hands deftly under Alice's shirt while her hands raced across his body, pulling him closer desperately. His hand found its way to the back of her head and pulled it hard toward him, pressing his lips against hers and flicking his tongue into her mouth as she moaned and reached down to grab his tight ass. Pulling apart for a moment, he reached down and pulled her black panties down as well as his own shorts. Her panties were soaking from her juices, and holding them turned him on even more, as did the scent of her which wafted up from them. While he was pulling her panties off, he noticed her shaved pussy, and couldn't resist kissing it. He flicked his tongue across her clit rapidly to illicit another deep moan. She was so wet that her juices ran down her legs, and he greedily lapped it up, making her moan again as she grabbed his hair in her fists. With his hands on her perfectly round ass, he kissed and licked his way up to her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were already hard -- perfect for sucking on. Another, more desperate moan told Hunter that his little sister was ready -- more than ready -- for him to take her. But he had always enjoyed teasing her, and tonight was no exception. As he continued to suck her nipples, he lifted her and placed her on the lounge chair, lying next to her and reaching over to play with her clit with his fingers. Her juices ran down his hand as she arched her back, turning him on even more and making his cock harder than it had ever been. He wanted to cum on her, to explode and cover her with it, but he wasn't done yet. Taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it around between them, pinching occasionally to get short gasps of pleasure and surprise out of her. When he felt her cum on him, he knew that he had to get inside her to keep her riding the high of her rolling orgasm as well as finally alleviate the ache in his increasingly impatient cock. As his tip pushed into her hot, soaking pussy and he felt her tight muscles give way to him, he almost lost control again, but firmly held back, enjoying watching Alice pump her body against him. She shuddered violently as another level of orgasm ripped through her once he was completely inside her, and she sighed with relief and ecstasy. Not content to let her fall from her orgasm yet, he rhythmically pumped inside her, slowly at first, then faster as he rode with her to her ultimate climax. With a final effort, he exploded inside her as she arched her back again and bit back a scream of pleasure. They collapsed together, dripping with sweat, cum, and the rain which neither of them had noticed. They awoke together at dawn, gathered their things, and snuck back inside, each to their own rooms. Summer Rain I start chatting to a man on a dating site, we agree to meet after a couple of days of chatting and talking about everything under the sun. I am behind in my work at the office because we spent too much time 'chatting'. He has an amazing brain; This is a major turn on for me. The day I meet him, I am slightly disappointed that physically he does nothing, and I mean nothing for me. He is not good looking, or sexy, so not my taste physically: Too tall, too slender, But I am polite and have coffee with him. We chat so freely about everything and we are able to communicate very easily, we connect mentally; Before I know how it happened, I am agreeing to meet him again in a day or so for a walk in botanical gardens; I think I was more intrigued than attracted to him. He was not very tactile nor did he stare at my prominent breasts; which again is unusual; I meet him in the Orchid house at the appointed time. He takes my hand very gently and takes me through the Orchid house, telling me about the beautiful exotic flowers. Then we walk hand in hand to the tea room, he sits me down, and goes to order us tea and scones. While he is in the queue he waves and smiles at me. I am totally confused about this man; he is so sweet and gentle, patient and unassuming. I saw him leave from our last meeting, he drives a vehicle worth a fortune, and here he is waving at me from a queue at the botanical gardens, chatting so sweetly to the old dears in the kitchen while waiting for our order. This is a very unassuming humble man. We drank our tea and ate the scones, chatting freely and easily again. Finish up and go for a walk. We walk among the trees, hand in hand stopping every now and then to look at the unusual sculptures that are scattered around the gardens. After the 3rd sculpture, he very gently pulls me in towards him, his tall frame cradles my whole body. He very gently kisses me. He kisses sweetly at first, slowly and gently, then, deeper and deeper, until I am right up against him, I can feel his erection hard on my stomach, almost between my breasts, he is so tall and I am only 5'4. We find a bench next to the duck pond and sit down. Kissing again and again. Eventually I am sitting astride him. Drat!!! I should have worn a skirt. We have to stop kissing and I have to climb off his lap as there are people at the pond feeding the ducks, we get up and walk some more. Eventually we find our way to the garden for the blind. As we reach the enclosure, it begins to storm, this summer storm is loud and wet, big warm rain drops, thunder and lightening. We find a spot under a vine up against the wall. We snuggle into each other to stay dry and also to just to get as close as possible to each other. Kissing and caressing all the while. He puts his hand into my top and releases my bra. Then kneels down as if to propose to me. He undoes the top three buttons of my blouse and exposes my breast. I am up against the wall he is kneeling in front of me sucking my breast. His one hand is undoing my belt of my jeans. I help him with the belt and the zip. He catches his breath when he feels my completely bald and smooth pussy. I had been for a wax the day before in anticipation. He teases my clit for a bit, then slides one of his long fingers into me. He sucks my breast and finger fucks me as I stand with my back against the wall, breathless, overlooking the beautiful gardens. We are wet from the rain at this stage, not that it bothers either of us nor does it slow us down. He pulls my jeans and panties down to just passed my pussy, I have my back ached and my pussy pushed forward, looking for pleasure. He attaches his lips to my clit, sucking and licking me, I am moaning and breathing like a steam train, I am getting louder and louder. He slips his finger into me again whilst sucking and licking me. I cum over and over, my juices are flowing freely. He stops and pulls my thong and jeans up. We swop places. I am down on my knees, the floor is wet, I am wet, we are wet, everything is wet and slippery. I am still so hot and horny, my nipples are hard and erect. I am bra-less at this stage having abandoned it earlier. I have a pretty white shirt on that is now totally see through because we are soaking wet. As I look down to undo his belt I can see his erection already peeping out of the top of his jeans! I undo the zip and release his big penis from his undies. He is rock hard and begging me for relief. I start licking and sucking him gently, he is pushing his cock down my throat, he is so hot and horny. He guides my head and thrusts into my mouth. I can feel he is about to cum! I stop, stand up and undo my jeans and pull my thong and jeans down, stepping right out of them both. I am beyond caring now, if people do come along, not likely but if they do, I don't care. It is pouring with rain and hazy, rain and heat mixed making a lovely hazy light. I face the wall and arch my back. He wastes no time, he pushes his huge, wet, rock hard penis into my very tight wet, dripping, wanton vagina. He mounts me like a wild stallion! He fucks me like one too!!!! He fucks me harder and harder, we are both panting and moaning loudly, the noises of our mingled juices slapping together seem impossible loud. We cum together. It is earth shattering, my knees feel weak. I am not sure that I can support us both. He is totally relaxed, all his weight is on me. I remind him that I am half his size and he is relaxing on me. He starts to support his own weight, then turns me around. He once again kneels down and begins licking, sucking and gently teasing my clit. I am in absolute heaven. My body is in a state of ecstasy, I am weak from one orgasm and building for another so soon. He licks and sucks me, gently kneads my breasts, every now and then pausing at a nipple to gently squeeze it. I explode!!!! my juices are squirting all over his face. He licks away furiously lapping up all my juices. Once I am spent he stands up and kisses me very deeply and gently. I can taste my own juices on his lips and smell myself on his face. mmmmhh I am about to cum again, the taste of my pussy is so exquisite. We dress quickly and run off through the rain to our cars. Kiss quickly good bye promising to meet again...soon! Summer Rain This was one of the first things I ever wrote. It started as a paragraph a long time ago and grew into a four part story which I joined together. There is no sex at all in this, and definitely no underage sex. ----- When Kitty Met Eddie She was always there at the same time. Surely it was a coincidence? Eddie Harrison had always thought so, until one of his workmates had laughingly said; 'She fancies you.' For heavens sake, she was at least ten years younger than him. But her face kept appearing when his mind began to wander. He smiled at her through the lightly falling rain; she smiled back, flicking her wet hair from her face. It was a wonderful smile, lighting up her face, making her eyes sparkle mischievously. She wasn't exactly a Kathleen Turner except... Hadn't Kathleen Turner spent a good part of 'Romancing The Stone' looking somewhat bedraggled? He watched as she delivered her papers. Was it him, or did she appear to hang back, to refrain from rushing, when he was in the same close? She really was quite pretty, he decided. She would probably look even better if it wasn't raining. If only she wasn't so much younger than him, still at school as far as he could tell. The close was finished now, cleared of refuse. With one last joke, a cheery wave and then a wistful smile, he moved on. ----- He was gone again. Would he ever speak to her without making a joke or some glib remark about the weather? Kitty Summers shrugged and carried on with her paper round. He was sort of nice though. Maybe a bit overweight, but not really fat or anything. He tried to sound all tough and macho, but his smile betrayed his soft heart. She shook her head and sighed. "Be sensible girl, he must be nearly twice your age and have a string of girlfriends. Why should he even look twice at you?" She spoke to herself. "And anyway, how can you have a crush on someone whose name you don't even know?" Then a thought struck her. Wasn't his name on the back of that jacket he always seemed to be wearing? She'd better get here on time next week and take a good long look. ----- On Fridays they usually managed to finish early. Often Eddie would rush home, get changed and head off for the city centre. This Friday, he didn't. For some reason he felt he wanted to see her again. He had come to the local centre nearest the school on the pretext of paying some bills, hoping she'd see him. As soon as he arrived however, his nerve failed him, and he headed for the local shops to pay the bills. He was momentarily surprised to find quite a number of school kids about until he realised that it must be their dinner hour and that no-one stayed in school for that. After buying a soft drink, he sat down outside to drink it. Suddenly he saw her, in the middle of a group of her friends. It was the first time he'd seen her without her damp anorak. Resplendent in her school uniform she looked divine. There may be prettier girls in the world but he'd fallen for this one. She caught him staring at her, so he looked away, embarrassed. ----- When Kitty saw him outside the shops she was more than a little surprised. And when she realised he was staring at her, she blushed. On an impulse, and ignoring the astonished looks from her friends, she walked over to where he was seated and sat behind him. She tapped him on the shoulder and said "Hello." He jumped slightly, and then recovering, returned her greeting with a smile. Now What? She thought to herself. All her friends had moved away, so she felt a little emboldened. "Were you looking for me?" She asked. "Actually, I suppose I was." He mumbled, looking at his feet in embarrassment. "I'm glad." She breathed, almost inaudibly. "You are?" Eddie looked up. "That makes this a lot easier." "What?" "Could I possibly take you out somewhere tonight? The cinema or ...or somewhere?" He trailed off, his mind suddenly devoid of possibilities. "I'd love to go with you." She answered excitedly. "Will you meet me here at, say seven?" "All right." They both rose. She saw her friends leaving a shop and started over to join them. "At seven then." He said. "Seven." She nodded. As she moved away she heard him call out. "By the way, what is your name again?" ----- Kitty was early she knew, but anxiety was troubling her. Had he really meant it? She would wait and see, at least until eight. She checked her watch, it was 6.47. As she turned the corner to the centre she spotted him, pacing up and down outside the newsagents. Stopping for a moment, she suddenly realised he was as worried as she was. Neither of them could believe it was really happening. "Hi!" She called out. "I wasn't sure that you meant it." Eddie turned around, a grin brightening his face when he saw her. "I couldn't lie to you, or stand you up." A frown clouded his expression. "Even though I'm not sure I should be doing this." "Doing what?" "Going out with someone so much younger." "Don't worry about it, I'm not." "I'll try." He clasped her hand in his. "C'mon, we've a bus to catch." They sat together on the bus, shyly holding hands, making small talk. Inoffensive things like the effect of wet weather on their respective jobs, favourite music, what made them laugh. She found that although their musical tastes differed a little, the two of them shared the same bizarre sense of humour, and that he could make her giggle with ease. ----- He couldn't believe that they were getting on so well. Kitty liked a joke as much as him, and her laugh... Well her laugh was a beautiful girlish laugh that tinkled gently. He'd missed most of the film because he could not take his eyes off her. She didn't have the blinding beauty of some, but she had a spark he'd never seen in any other girl. It must have been this recognition which had prompted him to blurt out his invitation. About halfway through the feature she looked around at him. "Why are you sitting so far away? I won't bite you." A mischievous grin rose across her face. "Unless you want me to." A pained look creased Eddie's features. "Don't say things like that, it makes me nervous." "Oh, come on. Hold hands." She grabbed his hand and clamped it firmly to the armrest, still grinning. "Okay, okay." He laughed. "Why should I worry?" He freed his hand and put it around her shoulder, pulling her closer. "You really are something special you know?" ----- After the film and a visit to the chip shop they caught the bus back. When they got off, he turned to her and asked "walk you home?" Kitty blinked in surprise. "You mean it? Right to the door and everything?" "I'll take you as far as you want." Eddie said, looking her straight in the eyes. "Just to the end of the close for now, I think." She took his hand once more. They walked quietly. "You don't live around here do you?" She asked suddenly. "No. I live on the other side of town." "Got a telephone?" "No. Not at the moment. You?" "Yes. Want the number?" "Yes, I rather think I'd like that." She produced a scrap of paper from her coat and scribbled some figures on it then handed it to him. He carefully folded it away, and then took her hand again. She stopped at the end of a road. "We're here." She looked into his eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight, full of concern. "And don't worry." As Kitty spoke she pecked him on the cheek. He started in surprise, then gently held her head between his hands and softly kissed her on the lips. She kissed back. Then, pulling away, she waved. "See you then." "Same time and place tomorrow?" He asked. "Yes please. Goodnight." "Goodnight, gorgeous." ----- His feet didn't touch the ground as he made his way back to the bus stop. Now he knew he was dreaming. Kisses just didn't feel that good. ----- She ran through the back door and up the stairs, calling out goodnight to her mother, quickly getting ready for bed. As she lay back on her pillow she ran the events of the evening through her mind. He really was a nice guy, and very thoughtful. None of her other dates had walked her all the way home without trying to kiss her. And the look on his face when she'd kissed him! She smiled. Then he'd kissed her properly, and the world had seemed to stop for a moment. She closed her eyes and snuggled beneath the bedclothes, still smiling. ----- They were both early again. This was their third date. Eddie smiled as Kitty once more pecked him on the cheek. "Where to tonight?" He asked. "How should I know, you're taking me out, remember?" "Touché milady." He bowed, smiling. "How would you like a meal?" "The chip shop again." "You wound me; I do have a little class. Have you ever been to "L'Chateau"?" "No, that would be lovely. Isn't it a long way to go by bus though?" "Yes it is. We however are not going by bus." He beckoned Kitty to follow him. "I have a little surprise for you." He led her into the car park and pointed to his new motorbike. Well, maybe not so new, but new to him. "We're going on this?" She gasped. "But I don't have a helmet!" He produced two from behind the bike. "I'm not dressed for it." "Don't fuss. You can wear my jacket, it should keep you warm." With a shrug she took the proffered jacket and helmet and pulled them on. "Hold tight around my waist." He paused. "I meant when we'd got onto the bike." "Sorry, just a little joke." "And only just. Are you ready? Then let's hit the road." The bike started first time. Eddie breathed a silent prayer of thanks, snapped down his visor and let out the clutch. ----- Kitty glanced nervously around the restaurant, hoping that she wasn't doing anything glaringly wrong. As she looked back across the table she saw Eddie was watching her. "Don't worry." He said, reaching over and holding her hand. "No-one cares about us. Just don't drop anything." He smiled that smile. "Or slurp your drink." He added. "Okay." She grinned back. "You're in charge." "I'm glad you realise that owwww!!" He said, as she rapped him over the knuckles with her fork. As the meal progressed her mind kept wandering back to the bike ride. At first she had been terrified. Of crashing, of falling off, of the wind blowing her skirt up. When none of these things had happened immediately, she had relaxed and begun to enjoy the experience. "What are you smirking at?" His question made her start. She looked up guiltily. "I was just thinking of the ride over, it was more fun than I thought it would be." "It was, wasn't it?" This reply puzzled her a little. He made it sound as if he'd never been on a motorcycle before. Still, she wouldn't pry. ----- The ride home was even better than before, as she could better appreciate the feel of the wind in her face. Back in the car park, he turned off the engine and the silence was almost deafening. She hopped off the back as he put the stand down. ----- Eddie pulled off his helmet, and then turned to look at Kitty. She released her hair from its temporary prison and shook her head joyously. She had never looked better. This time he pulled her close and initiated the kiss. Still she didn't pull away, as he still feared she might, but instead responded strongly. For a long, long moment they stood, arms around each other in a kiss neither wanted to end. Eventually they had to pull apart to take a breath. "Wow!" She said. "Why didn't you do that before?" "I have to work up to those things. Anyway, isn't it time you were at home young lady?" "You sound just like my dad." "Please don't say things like that." "Sorry." She smiled. "What are we doing tomorrow?" "Depending on the weather, I thought we might go for a spin in the country." "Sounds great. Where and when?" "Here at two?" "Two o'clock it is. See you tomorrow then." "Right. G'night legs." She smiled and walked off with an exaggerated swing of the hips. He watched her go, and then sat astride the bike, a worried frown creasing his face. This was getting more serious than was comfortable, and her remark about her dad was causing him to worry again. ----- Three weeks and nine dates into the relationship and they agreed to go out for the day together. In the end they spent most of the afternoon walking around the hills, laughing and joking. The wind started to rise, so they sat in the lee of a clump of trees. Looking at Eddie, Kitty saw the worried look cross his face again. "You've been thinking again, haven't you? I wish you wouldn't, it makes you really grumpy." "I'm sorry, I can't help it." He sighed. "Anyway, I'm afraid I've come to a decision." Kitty looked away, a heavy feeling suddenly clutching at her heart. "Go on. I think I can guess what you're going to say." The sky seemed to darken to match her mood. Eddie turned her round to face him and kissed away the salty tears that had started to form in her eyes. "You'd be much better off with someone closer to your own age." He shushed her as she started to protest. "I know that it sounds trite." He sighed. "You must know I have deep feelings for you, but I think it would be best to stop now, before things get too involved, before one of us does something they'd regret." Kitty looked into Eddies eyes and saw that what he was saying was hurting him too. "You may be right." She said quietly. "We're moving away soon in any case, when I finish school and go to university." She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to smile. "Still, it was fun while it lasted, wasn't it?" "It was the best time I've ever had." He gently put his arm around her. "Come on, I think it's time we were going." ----- The ride back was uneventful. He dropped her off at the usual spot. "Well, this is it then." Kitty said, her voice flat and emotionless. She took off the helmet and handed it over to him. "Keep it." Eddie said quietly. "I could never let anyone else wear it now. Keep it as a reminder of the best time I ever had." "Okay, not that I'll need much reminding." Now her voice was starting to quiver and he was afraid that he may be doing her more harm than good. He struggled to find something to say. "Listen, you'll find someone else, someone better for you." "You might be right." She looked up. "One last kiss Eddie?" She asked, begging with her eyes. He was sorely tempted to give in, but slowly shook his head. "Perhaps not." She looked to the ground. "Well I suppose this is goodbye then?" She turned and started to walk away. "Goodbye princess. May the future treat you better than I have." He whispered to himself. With a heavy heart he started the bike up and began to move slowly off. After a few hundred yards he stopped and turned to look back. She was doing the same. A brief spark deep in his soul screamed out and he almost turned the bike around, but cold reason forced him to grit his teeth. He looked back once more, but she was gone. With a sob he let the clutch in and rode off into the gathering dusk. What had he done? ----- Kitty Returns It was funny, Eddie Harrison mused, he hadn't thought of Kitty too often in the last year or so. For four long years he had wondered whether he'd done the right thing. It had affected, or infected, the few relationships he'd had since the evening they'd parted, the guilt. The brief fling with Mandy, the briefer one with Jean. Then he'd finally asked Rachel out. For the next six months they had been almost inseparable, and he'd almost forgotten 'The Girl With The Smile'. Almost. Then the row had come and Rachel had left for America on her own. For the last few months he'd had little to do with women, and finally the memories had faded. Then this morning, riding to work on his motorbike, he'd realised Alex still had his spare helmet. He hadn't been without one since... He wondered what had become of her. Things had certainly improved for him. He had his own refuse crew now and had passed his HGV test, meaning he sometimes got to drive the dustcart. He hoped she had done equally well for herself. As he entered the office he saw a smirk on the face of the refuse manager. "What?" He said, suspiciously. "Eddie, good to see you." "Just tell me what's wrong." "We would like you to take a trainee reporter out with you today." The smirk widened into a grin. "A lady reporter." "Oh thanks a bunch. Just what I need on a Friday." He paused to think. "I suppose you've already got Alex to take the calendar down?" There was an answering nod. "And I'd better warn the others about their language." "That would be a good idea." The manager glanced out of the window and continued. "That looks like her arriving now. What was her name again, it's here somewhere?" He shuffled through some papers on his desk. "Oh yes. Katherine Summers." The name hit Eddie like a hammer-blow, it couldn't be! "What name was that?" "Katherine Summers." He heard a gentle tap on the door, then the door opening. The manager went on. "Ah, Miss Summers, come in. This is Eddie Harrison, in charge of the crew you'll be with today." Eddie turned around slowly. "Hello Kitty." He said. The polite smile on her face froze for a moment, and then spread into the huge grin he remembered so well. ----- Kitty didn't really expect Eddie to still be working at the same job; he'd always seemed misplaced as a dustman. The most she was hoping for was that there might be someone who could put her in touch with him. She rapped lightly on the office door, and then went in. The refuse manager, who she had spoken to the day before, was talking to someone with their back to her. "Ah, Miss Summers, come in. This is Eddie Harrison, in charge of the crew you'll be with today." At the mention of his name she faltered, her smile frozen. It wasn't possible! He turned around to face her, smiling that same wry smile she'd dreamt about for so long. She felt herself grinning like a schoolgirl once again. "Hello Kitty." He said. "Hello Eddie." She replied. There was an awkward pause as they both tried to think of something to say. Finally she spoke. "So, you're going to look after me for the day?" "We shall endeavour to aid the fourth estate to the best of our meagre abilities." He nodded his head in parody of a formal bow. The manager snorted. "You definitely read too much Eddie; you're starting to sound like a book. Go and get the rest of your rabble together while I have a few words with our charming guest." As he left the office she noticed the sharp glance he gave the manager and wondered what it was about, then her eyes caught his and she found she couldn't break the contact until he'd left. When she looked back to the manager she found he had an inquiring look on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that there was any history between you. I can get another crew to take you out if you'd prefer?" She looked away from him. "No, it's perfectly all right, as long as Mr. Harrison has no objections." She sighed. "The whole thing happened some years ago now." She pulled her thoughts back together on the job in hand. "I will get to see how the whole crew works, won't I, not just the dustcart?" "Sure, I'll have a word with Eddie. Just tell him what sort of thing you want." "Now I'm not so sure." She muttered under her breath. ----- He hadn't worked as fast for months, the refuse sacks went flying into the back, one after the other. The crew could barely keep ahead of him. Some force was driving him on. It was as if he had to keep her in view or he would lose her again. This sudden meeting had reawakened the feelings he had for her, feelings he thought long gone, but obviously they had merely been suppressed. They came to the point where they had arranged to pick her up again. As he jumped out of the cab she flashed him a smile as she climbed in. Although he knew she was only talking with Alex he felt jealous. And all of the others had spent some part of the day with her. A sudden panic gripped him. Was she avoiding him? Perhaps she didn't still feel the same way about him as he did for her? Maybe she hated him for breaking her heart? He stopped still, calming his racing thoughts. He remembered her smile in the office. She couldn't hate him, not after a smile like that. Perhaps she was as unsure as he was. Then, a little more hopefully, maybe she was just doing her job? Summer Rain ----- It was easy for her to talk to the crew. They were all fairly young and new to the job; only the driver had been on this crew for more than a year, none of them would remember anything from five years ago. As she talked with Alex the driver she wasn't that surprised to discover that Eddie liked to keep his crew the most efficient. When he'd taken over the charge-hand job, he'd also taken on the high standards of the man before. She knew she would have to talk to Eddie and she was getting a little nervous. She kept glancing at him in the mirrors. It was all very well wanting to meet him again, but what if he didn't still feel the same way about her? Or if he still felt that the age difference was too much? Was she just chasing an old memory? The driver looked over at her as once more she checked the mirrors. He sighed and put the handbrake on. "Time for a shift change." He said, and slipped out of the cab. ----- Eddie was a little surprised at the suggestion that he take over the driving; normally he almost had to pull Alex out of the cab to get behind the wheel. He shrugged his shoulders and then pulled himself into the driving seat. He looked across at Kitty. She looked as worried as he felt. He smiled at her. "Hello princess. It's been a long time." "Hello Eddie. It has, hasn't it?" Impulsively he reached out and caught her hand, pulling her towards him. They kissed. It seemed to last forever. A buzzing sound filled his ears, then he realised it was Alex wanting to move to the next pile of sacks. She pulled back, blushing. "I'm sorry." He said with embarrassment, as he moved the vehicle forward. "Don't be. I've waited a long time to see you again." "You have?" He was genuinely surprised. "Maybe it'll be easier to talk about it later. Can I take you out tonight? Get a bite to eat perhaps?" "The Chippie again?" She grinned. "If you like." He laughed back. "Now, what about those questions for your article?" ----- He was to pick her up at the motel where she was staying. Getting off the bike he suddenly realised he still hadn't recovered his spare helmet. With any luck she had a car they could use. Shrugging, he knocked on the door. She opened it, smiling when she saw his helmet beneath his arm. "Come in, I won't be a second." She disappeared into the other room. Eddie was at a loss for a moment. How did you ask someone for the loan of a car when you were supposed to be picking them up? "Er, I was wondering if you had a car." He asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Sure, but we don't want to use it, do we?" Her voice was muffled slightly. He shifted his feet uncomfortably. "Don't be too certain." He muttered. "What was that?" "Nothing. Are you sure that you wouldn't be warmer in a car?" He was beginning to sound desperate and he knew it. "Don't be silly. Anyway it's been absolutely ages since I was on a motorbike." She came back into the room holding something behind her back. "Come on then, let's hit the road." "There may be a slight problem." He began to explain, stopping as she brought a helmet out from behind her. It was the one he'd left with her five years before. "I thought I might be needing this again some day." "Why?" "I don't know. Premonition?" "I meant why have you still got that particular helmet?" "Premonition?" "All right, I give in. Let's go." ----- She looked across the table at him. He certainly seemed more self-confidant in public. Probably the responsibility had brought that out in him. The meal had been wonderful. They had come to one of the swish places just outside of town, but now it was time to go. "Do you remember the last meal we had together?" She asked. "I've never forgotten a single moment of the times we had." He looked away from her. "Although I've pushed them aside from time to time." She recognised that reticence from before. "You're not going to start on about that age thing again are you?" "Never again princess. But you must realise that I thought I'd never see you again, or if I did, that you'd not want to speak to me after what I did. So I tried to forget you..." He trailed off. Kitty smiled at him, his imagination was obviously on overtime again. "Don't torture yourself. I never truly expected to see you again either, but when I got the chance to try I jumped at it." She placed her hands on the table. "I know what you're trying to say, and you should realise that I've been out on other dates too, so don't worry about it." She was trying not to laugh at the way his face brightened then darkened as she spoke, the relief and jealousy intermingling. "Let's go." She said, reaching for his hand across the table. Out in the car park she stopped him and pulled him close to her side. "About trying to forget me, did it work?" He shook his head slowly. "Never completely or for long." "Nor for me." Then before he could say anymore she kissed him. He responded. She lost herself in his arms. This kiss made all the others pale into insignificance, it went on forever. Abruptly they were interrupted by a car horn, as someone wanted to get past. "I'll take you home." He said. ----- During the ride back he was more aware than ever of her proximity. She had wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. It felt right, almost pre-ordained, as if it was meant to be. He didn't hurry. It was starting to rain as they pulled up outside the motel once more. "This sort of gentle summer rain has always reminded me of you." He said as they dismounted. She looked at him, slightly puzzled. "I first began to notice you when it rained on us in that close all those years ago." Impulsively he grabbed her hand. "Shall we dance Cinderella?" She laughed with him as he led her in a waltz around the car park. "You're daft." She panted as they stopped outside her cabin. "Only in your delicious presence." He smiled at her. "Then kiss me, you mad fool, kiss me." He obeyed. It was another time-melting kiss. He decided he was getting better at them. Finally he pulled away. "I'd better be going, it's getting late." "But you're soaked; you'll catch your death. Come in and get dry." He looked into her eyes and knew what she was feeling. He felt it too, maybe more. Then with an effort he said. "No, I'd better go. It's for the best." He smiled. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing especially, why?" "Then I'll pick you up at nine." "Make it ten." "All right, ten it is. Au revoir, mon petite chere." He said, jumping onto the bike. She waved as he roared out of the car park. On his way home he began to think, maybe he could put that extra hour to good use. ----- Kitty sat on the bed drying her hair, turning things over in her mind. Tomorrow morning she would have to make a few arrangements. Now that she'd found him once more, she didn't want to lose him again for any reason. Maybe she could finish the course from here, if she could just sweet-talk the College Principal and the Editor of the local paper into it. That would have to wait until the morning though. Hopefully she would be able to get hold of them. Satisfied, she lay back against the pillows, reliving the day. He was still as shy, still had to 'work his way up to things' as he put it. He was a little more serious now, but not much, thankfully. Really he was still the same person that she'd thought of for five years. She turned out the light, rolled on to her side and fell asleep. ----- Eddie was a little late he knew. That errand into the shopping centre had taken him a little longer than he'd expected. As he knocked on her door he could hear Kitty talking on the phone through the open window. "Right, I'll be down on Monday to sign the papers. Yes. Yes. All right, see you on Monday then. Thank you. Goodbye." She had opened the door, the phone clutched under her chin. "So, leaving already?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just for the day, I couldn't bear it for longer." She said, pretending to swoon. "But why?" He could feel the anxiety creeping into his tone. She put the phone down. "Aren't we insecure this morning? As I hate to see a grown man cry I'll tell you. I've one or two loose ends to tie up before I start my new job." "New job?" He was puzzled. "I'm the latest staff reporter on the local paper." "I thought that was your job anyway." "No, I was just on a placement from my Journalist course. But not anymore. So there are no barriers between us now." "I didn't know there were any." "Only the ones put there by you, you big idiot." She smiled and put her arms around him. He was starting to feel confused. Then with a shrug he decided to forget it. He looked into her brightly shining eyes. "Kitty, I think I love you." "Only think?" "I've told you before; I have to work up to things." She gave him a punch on the arm. "Come on then." She said. "Where are we going?" "Straight to the top, princess." He said, in an appalling imitation of Humphrey Bogart. She laughed again. He grinned, and then became serious. "Before we go anywhere, would you..." He struggled with the words. "Would you become my fiancée?" He looked down at his feet, that hadn't come out like he'd wanted. She kissed him gently on the cheek. Here comes the big let down he thought. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that. Or something similar." She added with a grin. "Is that a yes?" He asked bemusedly. "Yes, yes, yes." She said, smothering his face in kisses. He just stood there, letting her enthusiasm roll over him. "You'd better have this then." He said, putting his hand in his pocket and handing her the small box that had been the subject of his earlier errand. "Open it." She took it from him and slowly lifted the lid, sitting on the edge of an armchair as she did. "It's empty." She cried, looking up into his face. Her look of despair was too much and he couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He held out a closed hand, laughing. "I'm sorry princess, I just couldn't resist it." She cautiously opened his hand to reveal an engagement ring. "It's beautiful." She gasped. "So are you." He said. "Come here." Their eyes met. "I do love you Kitty Summers." "And I love you Eddie Harrison. Now kiss me." And he did. ----- Eddie Leaves A Trail Friday morning and Kate Harrison was awoken by her husband of fourteen years, Eddie, again. It was the usual way. It wasn't his alarm going off (he was always already awake), it wasn't him making any noise as he got out of bed or moving around downstairs, he was very quiet. It was the absence of his body next to hers in bed. Sighing, she rolled over onto her back and tried to get back to sleep. She had been up late last night trying to finish another chapter in her third book. Her first novel had been a surprising success. She had been surprised anyway, Eddie hadn't, he knew her writing had been so much better since she had become a freelance after the birth of their second child, another girl. There was something else Eddie hadn't been worried about; most men seemed to want a son, and Ed truly was more concerned for her than the sex of the children. And he adored them both, Julie and Trudi, eight and six. She rolled over again, still thinking, suddenly concerned that she and Eddie had slipped into a rut. He still told her that he loved her, but it didn't seem romantic anymore. He had moved slightly upwards in the last 15 years, now a supervisor for waste collection, but she knew he had turned down at least one chance to go higher at a neighbouring council and she suspected that he had been offered other jobs closer to home, but he preferred to stay in his comfort zone. She, on the other hand, had worked as a reporter for both of the local newspapers, the evening one at first and after Julie, the weekly. With Trudi's arrival she had freelanced for both papers and had started to write for magazines. The book had been Eddies fault, he was always talking about the old days on the bins so she had started to collect his stories together and they had blossomed into a comic tale which was apparently about to be turned into a TV show. She sighed again and got out of bed and padded downstairs. Kate wandered into the kitchen just as Eddie was pulling on his boots. She looked around at the mess he'd managed to make just preparing tea and toast and sighed. He didn't do it on purpose, but he was just unconsciously messy. Eddie looked up at her sigh and then around at the debris he'd left on the table. Knife in the butter, bread not wrapped back up, crumbs on the tablecloth, plate and mug unwashed and a ring where he'd spilt tea. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked quietly. "No, but you could at least TRY and keep the kitchen tidy Eddie. Even the girls are better than you." For some reason Kate snapped back, rather than use her usual patient tone of exasperation. "I was going to clean up you know, before I left" Eddie said, not wanting to get into their one continuing argument again, but feeling that he should try to defend himself. "You always say that. Why not just keep things tidy as you go along?" She demanded "Kitty, I..." "Don't 'Kitty' me Eddie. It's been a long time since I was Kitty." Eddie looked down. This wasn't how he wanted to start his day. "Kate, I have to go or I'll be late. Tell me what you want me to do when I get back." "I'll have a list by then. Starting with the total lack of romance from you." "Fine. Whatever." He closed the door quietly behind him and then she heard the car start up and leave. She sat down and slumped onto the table and started to cry, wondering why she sometimes said these things to him, hoping that he never took them to heart. The kitchen door opened and Julie came in. "Why are you crying Mummy? Have you hurt yourself?" Kate smiled at her eldest daughter and patted her hand. "No dear, Mummy's just being a bit silly that's all." "You and Daddy are all right aren't you? Sarah's daddy left when her mummy was crying." Kate was shocked that the girl had made the connection, however tenuous and took her hand again. "Now that will never happen to us will it?" she said, "Daddy would never leave us." "He does leave a mess though, doesn't he mummy?" Kate kissed her daughter on the forehead and laughed. "Yes dear, he always has, and I should be used to it." "I'll wash up for you both." "Okay, let me get you something to stand on." Kate smiled. "I am more than eight years old you know." "Yes, I do know, I was there when you were born." Kate smiled at the girl, "All right then, I'll dry shall I?" ----- Eddie Harrison walked into the office he shared with the other two supervisors, a worried look on his face. His old friend Alex was the early supervisor and looked up. "What's up Ed?" He asked. "I think I upset Kitty... Kate this morning, but I'm damned if I know how" He sat down and pulled out a pencil and some paper. "Why doesn't she like 'Kitty' anymore?" "Not sure, thinks it's childish now I suppose" Eddie was scribbling furiously on the paper. Alex watched for a while then sighed. "Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?" Eddie stopped and looked up. "Kitty... Kate said something about a lack of romance as I came out, so I have a cunning plan." "Choccies and Roses?" "Alex, I said cunning and I mean cunning. I had the idea a week or so ago when I taxed the bike, Kitty is going to be romanced to the full." "Don't you mean Kate?" "I know who I mean." He stood up and looked out of the window, a smile creasing his face for the first time today. "Alex, why are two of our vehicles still in the yard?" "I was hoping you wouldn't notice them." ----- Kate was surprised when Eddie didn't make any reference to the morning spat. And he was humming. Eddie hardly ever hummed. All at once a horrible thought wormed its insidious way into her head, he had someone else! She dropped the glass she was holding. Eddie rushed over to her, concern in his face. "Kate, are you all right?" "Yes, yes. I just ... Just. Actually I don't know what happened." Kate looked into his worried face and knew, she just knew, how wrong she was. "Actually I was suddenly afraid I'd lost you." "You'd lost me." He smiled as he picked up the shards of glass from the kitchen floor. "Kate, I still don't know why you put up with me. When I think about it, I keep things tidy, but usually I don't and..." She shushed him. "I know. It doesn't matter." Kate stood up, and then called up the stairs. "Are there two young ladies here who want to see their gran?" A pair of screams answered her, followed by Trudi and Julie bounding down the stairs with their overnight bags. "What have I said about running down stairs, you pair?" Eddie said as he caught them both as they went past him. "Sorry daddy." They chorused. "Go on, and don't torment your gran too much." Julie stopped. "Does that mean we can torment her a little bit, daddy?" Eddie smiled. She caught on quickly, his eldest daughter. She must get it from her mother. He bent down and whispered to her. "Yes, but don't tell her I said so." Julie giggled and followed her mother and little sister to the car. Eddie rubbed his hands, there was just enough time to organise a couple of more things for his cunning plan, and then he would have to act as he always did for the evening. ----- Kate Harrison was awoken once more by the absence of her husband. She was about to roll over when she remembered that it was Saturday morning, Eddie didn't work Saturdays! Kate sat bolt upright and then heard his bike starting up. She jumped out of bed and raced downstairs, opening the kitchen door just as Eddie left. She called out but he didn't hear. Kate was suddenly aware of the cold. Looking down she realised she was nearly naked out in the street and bolted back indoors. Eddie's behaviour was worrying her. Then she saw the note on the table and her fears of the day before returned. Trembling she reached out for the note and opened it up. It read: Darling, you said you wanted more romance so here it is. Follow the clues and hopefully you'll find what I found. There was a damp newspaper with "Clue One" written on it. Kate sat down and scratched her head, what was he playing at? Obviously she would have to think like him. Slowly she stood up and went to get dressed. As she pulled on some clothes a thought hit her, wet newspaper! She knew where she had to be. ----- The close where they had first met had changed a little in Twenty years. Trees and bushes were taller or gone, extensions had been built and garages had been altered, but nothing major. The memory of that damp day more than twenty years ago welled up. Now she couldn't believe how ... well, shy really, the two of them had been, neither realising how the other might feel. Kate got out of the car and looked around, not sure what she was looking for. A paperboy was delivering the morning papers. So some things never change, she thought, and then she realised that the boy was coming over to her. "Excuse me miss, are you Kate?" He asked her. She nodded yes. "A guy asked me to wait and give you this about ten minutes ago." He proffered an envelope. Kate took it and thanked the lad. Inside was another message. It read: My first surprise. Kate furrowed her brow, trying to penetrate his meaning. Obviously this wasn't a surprise so he must mean the first surprise she'd given him. A smile spread across her face and got back into the car, tooting her thanks to the delivery boy as she left the close. ----- The car park at the local centre hadn't changed at all, different cars perhaps, but a car park was a car park. Kate walked toward the shops, knowing she was in the right place in general, but not sure which of two surprises Eddie meant. He might mean that initial kiss when he'd brought her home after their first date. Somehow she doubted that, although the memory of his face when she'd kissed him always made her smile. And the car park had also been the setting for their first split, and Kate knew that Eddie regretted that now. So, if it wasn't that then... A memory came to Kate when she saw the old, old benches outside the shops. The look Eddie had given her when she had sat down beside him had definitely been one of surprise. She went over to the same seat and sat down. An idea struck her and she began to feel under the bench, but there was no envelope. The street cleaner who worked the centre on weekends came over to her. She recognised him from various events that the council had held. He held out an envelope to Kate. Summer Rain "It wouldn't stay stuck." He explained. Kate laughed. "It's a good job you were still here then." "Actually I could have gone about twenty minutes ago." "Then why...?" "Mrs Harrison, if Eddie had asked me to wait all day, I would have, a lot of us would. As it happens, I noticed the envelope under the bench after he'd left and picked it up. I knew you'd be the one looking for it." "Why me?" "I know you and Eddie, and, well, your name is on it." He smiled and left her with the envelope. She burst out laughing at her own seriousness. She looked down at the name 'Kitty'. He was trying to tell her something. Kitty opened it and read the next clue. Home turf. The second coming. She walked slowly back to her car, absently waving the note. There was only one place Eddie could call Home Turf and it had been the scene of her return to his life. The problem was, she might not be able to get in. ----- Kitty had worried unnecessarily as it turned out. The council depot where the waste collection office was located was open. She parked outside what was now Eddie's office and remembered that day when she had managed to get the assignment she'd been angling for. The look on Ed's face, the grin that had split her face. She went over and knocked on the door. "Come in Kitty." It was a voice she knew, Alex, Eddie's oldest friend. She poked her head around the door. "Or do you prefer Kate?" Alex smiled. "As it happens, I'm mellowing back towards Kitty." She smiled back. "Come on Alex; tell me what he's up to." "Sorry Kate, Eddie wasn't saying anything when he came in earlier. Just told me you'd be coming by and I was to give you this and I wasn't to tease you." "So far you've failed abysmally." "I know, I can't think why anyone would put up with me." He handed her a motor cycle helmet, her old helmet. In it was an envelope. Kitty opened it and looked at the card inside. It read: The night of the wet dance She smiled at the memory that came to her immediately, that Friday night after the meal, the return to her motel, the gentle rain, Eddie leading her in a waltz around the car park. She got up to leave. As she opened the door Kitty turned to Alex. "If you ever tell Eddie this I will hunt you down and kill you, but if I'd met you first who knows what might have been?" She tailed off as she pulled the door behind her. Alex sat dumbstruck and the door reopened. "Alex?" He looked up. "Only teasing!" Kitty laughed at him, pulling the door shut again as a pencil hit it. ------ The motel she had stayed in when she first returned was on the edge of town. It was still doing a reasonable trade, but at the moment it looked nearly empty. Kitty pulled up and gazed around. There was a receptionist on duty and Kate felt that was where Eddie would have left his next instruction. She went over. "Good morning. This may turn out to be a stupid question, but has someone left you a message for a Kitty Harrison?" The girl looked up. She was very pretty. "Actually a very handsome man left an envelope for a Kate Harrison." She said. Kate bristled. "My husband, and he's not available." The girl laughed nicely. "That's almost exactly what he thought you'd say if I said he was handsome. He put me up to it, although..." She tailed off as she saw the look Kate was giving her. "My dad works for him, Mr Harrison was very helpful a couple of years ago when he was off with some industrial injury." Kate mellowed. "Yes, that sounds like my Eddie." She smiled at the girl. "Have you been here long?" "About eight months. It's a bit boring at times, but it has its moments." "Like handsome strangers leaving enigmatic notes for their wives?" "It's a first, certainly. Oh, here's the letter." She passed Kitty another envelope. "If I could ask, what is going on?" "I stupidly accused him of being unromantic. I think he's trying to remind me of what he's capable of." "Sounds, well, romantic." "Actually, it is nice, being reminded of past events and feelings too I suppose." She smiled again, partly to herself, partly at the receptionist. "How is your dad now? "He's been back at work for almost a year, Mr Harrison found him some less strenuous jobs for a while, but he's back on the bins again now." "I believe they like to call it 'waste collection' now." "Only higher up, my dad says." Kate laughed. "You're right, even Eddie still calls it 'the bins' when he doesn't think about it." She waved the envelope at the girl. "Thanks for this; I'll tell Eddie you liked him." "I ... Well... Err." The girl stammered. Kitty took pity on her. "Or not if you prefer." The receptionist breathed her thanks. Kate sat back in her car and read the note: The first night of the rest of our lives The Honeymoon hotel. An easy clue! And it was only over the other side of town. Neither of them had wanted to go far. She was still settling into her job on the paper, and Ed had been asked to take over as junior supervisor. As a consequence their honeymoon had only been a couple of days at the posh hotel just outside town. Kate started the car, beeped the horn and waved to the young girl as she pulled out of the car park. ----- Fourteen years! Kate could hardly believe how quickly time had passed. It was over fourteen years since they had spent those two passionate nights they chose to call their honeymoon in this beautiful place. This time she wasn't certain whether to ask at the reception desk. She had a feeling Eddie wouldn't repeat himself. Getting into the same room would have been problematic, so what would he have done? Dining room? But they'd hardly... Then she knew. It would be the kitchen. Ed had made friends with the chef then and maintained that friendship even after the man had retired. But he still came in on Saturdays, to help with lunch and sometimes dinner. She glanced at her watch, it was not yet noon. Kitty suddenly remembered she was supposed to be collecting the girls soon, then realised that Eddie knew this and would have arranged something. She walked to the kitchen door and knocked. ----- Kate's mother dropped off her granddaughters at home, waving back as they waved her off. Trudi looked up at her father. "Daddy, where's Mom?" "My dear Tru, your lovely mother is being reminded of just how damn romantic your father can be." The little girl giggled at him. "You said a naughty word." "Did I? All right, what will it cost me to keep you two quiet about it?" "Play Station!" They chorused in unison. "Okay, just don't ask me to play as well. You both beat me at everything." Ed shook his head in mock despair. "It is very embarrassing to be beaten at football by two girls, even if they are as pretty as you two." "Can you beat mommy at football too?" "Do you know, I don't think I've ever played football with your mother?" "Why?" Trudi asked. "Don't start, just go and play." "Why?" Julie chipped in, and then ran off laughing with her sister. Ed looked at his watch, Kitty should be at the hotel by now, he'd phone Dermot in half an hour or so. ----- "My dearest Katherine! I'm so glad to see you." Dermot boomed as he saw Kitty come into the kitchen, let in by one of the other staff. "At least you're not pretending it's a surprise." She smiled back at him. "What would be the point? You are too smart for me to try and fool you." "You old sweet talker. And you let Eddie talk you into helping him with this, well, treasure hunt." "Edward is such a persuasive man when he wants to be, my dear. Besides I want to read about how this turns out. You will be putting it down in writing for someone won't you?" "Actually, I hadn't thought of that yet. But you're so right, it could be an interesting article, it depends if he can sustain my interest to the end." "I think he will, I think he will." "Do you know where he's leading me then?" "What? No, no. I just know Edward can be really clever when he wants to be. And quite the romantic too, or so I've heard you say." "Yes he is, and I don't know why I accused him of a lack of romance. He can be very thoughtful and usually is almost all the time. One bit of romance runs into another until I don't notice it's there until something happens and it isn't." She stopped, and looked as if she was about to cry. Dermot sat her down and put a cup of tea and a sandwich, one of his specials, in front of her. He patted her shoulder and put his clue down in front of her, then went off fussing around the kitchen, doing his thing. Kate picked up the note, opened it and read: Six year stint Kate smiled as she chewed on her snack. Well, Tru was six, but that wasn't it. They had been married for six years when Julie had been born and she'd given up her job on the evening paper; that must be it. She got up, waving to Dermot, who appeared to be on the phone now, and went back to her car. ----- The paper was an old established one, it had been going for donkey's years. Her old office was on the third floor. Reporting on the myriad local events had honed her writing skills to their current level. Having to write sensibly on everything from local politics to local football, latest film releases to all time favourite books, children's parties, WI meetings, fetes, sports days, she had covered them all, and become good at so many of them, and the editor had wanted her back after Julie had been born, but she had felt that the less stressful job she'd been offered at the weekly would be a better option. Although eight years had passed since she had worked there, Kate saw a lot of people she knew, saying hi to some, waving to others. As she entered the newsroom, or 'pit' as they had called it, Kate felt a wave of nostalgia roll over her, and one special memory shone out like a beacon. She knew it was the one Ed wanted her to remember as well. The day after she had told him that Julie was on the way, he had sent around a string of presents on the hour from the moment the shops opened to the moment they had all shut. A box of chocolates, a bunch of congratulatory balloons, cards, a singing telegram, he sent them all. But the last gift, the truly romantic one, he had brought himself. A red rose somehow intertwined with a white rose tied with a bow and with a card that said simply "Thank You." Her tears began to well up again and she had to sit down once more. Mike, a reporter who she used to work with, saw her and came over. "Hello Kitty, we were wondering how long you'd be." "Hello Mike. I'm still on the right track then." "I suppose so. Ed was here this morning and..." "And left a note for me?" Mike nodded and produced his envelope. Kate took it. "I bet this is going to be something about our tenth anniversary party." "How do you know?" Mike asked. "I think he wants to show me that although he can plan a romantic interlude, his unplanned ones are usually more memorable." She opened the note: What a bad singer. Kitty laughed as she read it. "I told you." She showed Mike the note. He looked quizzically at her. "Don't you remember the party, when Eddie sang, or tried to sing "Romeo and Juliet"?" A light dawned in his eyes. "And that leads you to where?" "The local hall." She got up and started to leave. "Must dash, there's not many places around town he can send me now." ----- The hall stood back off the road, surrounded by trees. The car park was a reasonable one and there was a grassed area around three sides. Kitty walked around the entire building looking for some clue. There must be one. After all, they had held so many parties here. Five or six birthday parties for the girls and an anniversary party for the past four years with another planned for later in the year. But the place was locked up. She was at a loss until she remembered the sequel to what Ed had alluded to in his clue. Later in the evening the two of them had been sat out among the trees and he had sung to her again. 'Wonderful Tonight' had been the song and although his voice had still been awful, it seemed to catch the emotion of the song, and it had been just for her. She had loved it and told him so. Kitty searched for the spot and then saw a note taped to the tree. She tore it open and this time it said: The most precious of all. At once Kate turned and ran back to the car. ----- Eddie kept glancing at his watch. Julie looked up from where she was writing. "Are you worried daddy?" "I'm beginning to think maybe I was a bit obscure somewhere." "What's obscure mean?" Trudi asked. "It means difficult to understand." Julie told her sister. Eddie was a little surprised she knew, but they were both always surprising him. He and Kitty must have got something right. He stood up and went to get his phone. "I hoped I wouldn't have to do this." "Do what?" The question came from the kitchen. Eddie span around. Kate and he embraced and kissed. After a while Julie piped up. "Should we go to our rooms?" Eddie blushed while Kate laughed. "No, that won't be necessary. Come and tell mummy what you've been doing, then I'll tell you where your father has been sending me." Eddie left them talking and began to tidy the kitchen. ----- Sunday morning and Eddie Harrison was woken by his wife of fourteen years gently shaking him. "Eddie, the children won't be awake for hours yet." Kitty grinned at him. ------ Full Circle Kitty Harrison looked around her kitchen. Today was the big barbecue and she was sure that it wouldn't run smoothly, it never did. Her two teenage daughters were picking listlessly at their breakfast; both seemed to have something on their minds. Her 9 year old son Chris didn't seem affected by the unusually quiet atmosphere and was shovelling down food like he hadn't eaten for a week. But it was Eddie, her husband, that caught her attention. He had never been much of a breakfast person, but he sat in on the family meal because he said it was one of the few times he got to see everyone together. And today he seemed to be greatly amused by something. He kept looking at the girls and chuckling. He was up to something she knew; nearly twenty five years of marriage had taught her to read him like a book. Time to test him then; she nodded to young Chris. "Dad." He asked. "Why are ladies bottoms shaped different to men's?" Julie and Trudi exploded with laughter. Eddie just looked like he had been expecting a similar question. He put down the paper he was reading and looked seriously at his son. "A good question junior. I think it must be so you have somewhere to put your hands when you kiss them." Now Kitty burst out laughing as well. Eddie smiled around the table. He knew Kitty and the princesses put Chris up to these questions and had decided to play them at their own game. "Have you finished eating Chris?" He asked. His son nodded. "Come on then, time for your haircut." He looked around the table. "Anyone need anything while we're out?" There was a shaking of heads. "C'mon then son, grab your helmet." "I wish you'd take the car Eddie." Kate said. "The trike is perfectly safe love. I got rid of the bike for that reason didn't I? And the lad likes to sit behind his old man." "Just be careful. I don't want to lose him. Or you." Eddie kissed her on the forehead. "We'll be fine." ----- Julie fidgeted until her younger sister left the kitchen. She needed to talk to her mother. "What's the matter Julie?" Her mom surprised her by asking before she could say anything. "You know dad said I could invite my boyfriend to the barbie?" Kate nodded. "Well it might be a bit awkward when he arrives." "Why?" "It's Jack." "Alex's nephew Jack, from the yard?" "Yes." "Why will that be awkward?" "Well." Julie hesitated. "He's a lot older than me, mom. I don't know what dad will think." Kitty laughed. "I don't think your father will object to Jack on those grounds dear, after all, Jack's how old? Twenty five, six. He's only seven or eight years older than you. Your father is twelve years older than me; I think your bigger problem is Alex." Kitty smiled at her eldest daughter, and then remembered Eddies chuckling. "Besides which I have the feeling your father knew who you'd ask when he spoke to you." "How can he? We've kept it very quiet." "I just know. Let him have his joke. He's just getting his own back for Chris." Julie smiled. "That one was Tru's. How did you know we'd primed him?" "You've always got one ready for Saturdays." "It was a good answer though." "Your dad is not as stupid as he pretends." Kitty looked out of the window. The sun was shining at the moment but showers were forecast. "Can you check the gazebo and everything are secure love, your dad and Chris put them up, but I think Chris was getting bored by the time they finished." "Sure mom, then can I take Tru and get the rolls and buns?" "All right. I suppose you have to meet Jack while she gets the bread?" "Mother!" She smiled sheepishly. "How did you guess?" Kitty just smiled and then went to find Tru. ----- Trudi was sat on the end of her bed, staring at the wall. Her mother came in and sat beside her. Tru had decided to go into further education, a course her older sister had not taken. Julie had gone to work at the council yard as a temporary secretary, and was now an admin assistant. She had used her mothers name to start with, but now everyone knew she was Eddie's daughter. Trudi, however, had a longing for knowledge that mere reading couldn't satisfy. Kitty took her hand. "It's only you who can decide Tru. Your dad and I will support you whatever you do." "Thanks mom. I'm certain I want to go to uni and read history. What I don't know is what I want to do about Steve." "Your on off relationship is off again then." "At the moment." Trudi laughed. "Perhaps you should speak to him?" "You may be right. He confuses me mom. Says he loves me for what I am, but then says he doesn't want me to go to uni." "From that I take it that the attraction of Steve does not outweigh the attraction of knowledge." Tru nodded. "Then forget him, find someone who wants what you want." "That's the trick isn't it?" "It can be done. Anyway can you go with your sister to fetch the bread? I believe she has something else planned too, just remind her that the barbie is tonight." Trudi grinned at her mother and then got up and went to find her older sister. ----- Kitty sighed. Two teenage daughters were a problem. They fed off each other and it was all she could do to steer them away from danger, and now they were close to spreading their wings and leaving home. She was unsure whether this would be good or bad. It was good that they were independent enough to be able to strike out on their own. It would be good to have two less to worry about. It would be good to get back to being just her and Eddie again, (although that would have to wait until Chris left home.) But they were her babies, Eddie's princesses. (She had asked him why Julie and Trudi were princesses when she used to be his princess. He had told her she had been promoted.) All she and Ed wanted was that they were happy and safe, doing something they wanted to. She sighed again and went back to the kitchen. There was a lot of preparation she needed to do for tonight's barbecue. ----- Eddie had left his son giving instructions as to how he wanted his hair styled. He wandered into the local bookshop and went to look at Kate's output. There were now four volumes of bin man stories. He couldn't believe he'd told her all of the stories; she must have got some from other sources. And she had other sources didn't she? Kate had been a journalist for eight years before she went freelance, and she had many, many contacts. That was proved by her humorous books about reporters, emergency services, local politics etcetera, etcetera. People lapped them up. He was proud of her. She had taken what were, to him, old stories passed down from generation to generation and turned them into a funny account of what it was like as a bin collector. The only thing she had never written about was what it was like being married to a bin collector. Maybe she was saving that for the future. He hoped that that one would be a comedy as well, or at least not a tragedy. He sighed to himself. The girls, his princesses, were growing so fast now. Soon, one or both of them would be leaving home for one reason or another and the house would become quiet, especially when Chris went, noisy little devil. Eddie wasn't sure he could cope with quiet after so many years with children in close attendance. But he'd still have Kitty. After all these years he still had Kitty and he couldn't believe his luck. In his minds eye he could still picture her with wet hair in a damp anorak, delivering newspapers. It was a memory he treasured. And the first time she kissed him. And the dance in the car park. A million memories. And he could have ruined it all when he tried to do 'the right thing'. It was a good job Kate was persistent. It was the one thing that he regretted. That evening in the car park when he told her they should split. They could have had five more years together. He 'hmmm'ed to himself. Perhaps the five years apart had matured their feelings, made them realise what they had lost, and so more determined to hold onto it when they found each other again. Or when Kate had found him again. He sighed and turned back to the 'Hair Stylist'. What happened to Barbers, he wondered. Then he recalled the guest list for the barbecue tonight and grinned. Tonight his teasing daughters would get the wind-up of their lives. After tonight they would think twice before pulling their poor old dad's leg. Summer Rain We step out of the restaurant into the summer evening air. It is humid, and begins to rain. It is the sort of weather that precedes a heavy storm. Gusts of wind cause your dress to furl up and sway, and occasional large, heavy, droplets fall from the darkening sky on to your soft cheeks. I hail a taxi and we step in. We sit almost in silence during the journey home. The exhilarating experience in the restaurant has tired me a little; the thrill of seeing how far you would take your display. But as I gaze from the taxi window, my thoughts turn to later tonight, and the preparations I have made. The rain is now falling torrentially as the taxi pulls up to your house. I pay the driver, and we run to the front door, both getting soaked through in the short dash. You unlock it hurriedly, and we step into the welcoming warmth and dryness of the hallway, the latch making a satisfying click as the door shuts behind us. I slip the damp coat from your shoulders, and hang it up with my own. You pass me a towel, and I dry myself off. You step upstairs to take a shower. I walk into the lounge, pour myself a glass of red wine, and contemplate the evening so far. I was impressed by how far you had taken my proposition of only last week: that we go to a restaurant, where you would wear a revealing dress of my choosing and sit at a table I had selected, all with the purpose of allowing staff and clientele a 'full view'. That you should allow me to 'accidently' brush your nipples with my hands and follow my instruction to bend forward at opportune moments had thrilled me greatly. And the almost full exposure of your breast at the end of the evening left me speechless (not to say fully erect). It was exciting. I had only met you a week ago - yet here you were, carrying out every word. How far would you go to serve me? I finish my wine, and decide it is time to find some more answers to that question. I walk up the stairs and towards the bathroom door, which you had left unlocked. The bathroom is filled with steam, and I can barely see. The noise of the shower and dense white vapour disguise my entrance. I slip my hand around the shower curtain and on to your ass. You stop still for an instant in surprise, then continue to mop yourself with the sponge, rubbing it down your thighs and over your belly. I run my hand over your buttocks, the soap helping it glide over their smooth surfaces. I pull the shower curtain away, leaving you fully naked to my view, water gliding over your skin. I pull up a chair and sit and watch you. I watch the streams of warm water run over the curves of your body, and find myself wanting to be those rivulets of water clinging to you and flowing over your soft, voluptuous form. I want to own you, control you, use you. I stand up from the chair and turn the temperature of the shower down as low as it will go. The comfortable warmth is replaced by the shock of painfully cold water on your skin. I look you sternly in the eyes. You look uncomfortable, yet don't complain. I tell you to face the freezing stream of water and allow it to strike you at the top of your chest. Your nipples, still aroused from the restaurant, become long and stiff under the cold flow of water. I turn off the shower, leaving you cold and shivering. I instruct you to get out of the shower, and walk towards me, where I greet you with a large warm towel taken from the radiator. I wrap it around you and dry you slowly. I lead you into the bedroom. At the side of the bed is a wooden construction made of wooden poles and horizontal beams, in the middle of which is a black leather seat. I pull the towel from you. "Sit" I command. You crouch tentatively on the seat, your ass making direct contact with the cold black leather, and I bind your ankles and knees to the wooden frame with coarse rope. I bind your wrists behind your back, so your chest is forced forward and your full breasts sit over a thin wooden pole, raising them slightly. I take each of your full breasts in my hands, and bind them to the vertical supports of the wooden frame ... The binds are tight around each breast, and rub coarsely against your skin as you try to get comfortable in this exotic contraption. There is some faded Japanese writing on one of the posts, and notches where the wood has been worn away by rope rubbing against it. I administer the same treatment to each breast in turn: holding it from below with one hand, and massaging it with the other, leaving both soft and pliant. Then, I spank each breast vigorously, the full palm of my hand slapping down hard onto the quivering flesh. First the left, then the right, leaving both glowing a deep angry red, and the nipples a brightening pink. You know you are not to express pain or pleasure whilst you play this role. You must simply give your body up to me. You appear to catch yourself and maintain your placid expression. But watching you try to control yourself pleasures me enormously ... Beside the bed is a bowl, a bottle of oil, and a pack of cotton wool balls. I pour half the bottle into the bowl, dip the cotton balls into the oil, and dab them gently over your nipples, softening them a little, although they retain their surprisingly full length. They become rubbery to touch and spring back proudly when I massage them into your breasts with my fingers. I roll one nipple between thumb and forefinger, whilst I continue the soft strokes of the heavily doused cotton wool balls on the other. Oil drips from your nipples and your areola expand greatly in size. I lick over your right nipple with my tongue, imagining how my wet tongue slipping over your already lubricated nipple must feel. I sense your whole body tighten up, and I smile a little. I begin to lick more quickly, and then begin to suck, feeling your nipple enlarge further. Not gently, but full deep sucks, taking it in deeply, feeling it's length rub across the top of mouth and the oil spill over my cheeks. I widen my mouth to take in as much flesh as possible, breaking quickly for air and then renewing my hard sucks, my tongue lapping under the weight of your full breast. Summer Rain Last Tuesday I got stuck working until about 6 o'clock. I go for a run almost every weeknight and sometimes on Tuesday I run with the local running club. By the time I got my gear on and headed outside a soft rain had started to fall. It was late June and the temperature was around 80F so it was muggy and warm but the rain had a nice cooling effect. I headed uphill and figured even though I was fifteen minutes late maybe some of the running club members were still at the meeting spot in front of the elementary school. As I got close to the school I didn't see anyone in the parking lot so I jogged through the bus drop off and figured I'd just go on with my usual loop. Just then I heard someone call out my name. "Hey Charlie." I slowed down my jog and saw Lilly come running out from the school overhang. Lilly was about 26 and part of the running club. She had shoulder length black hair that was almost always in a ponytail. She was about 5'3" and had pretty big boobs. She looked like Mia Sara, the actress from the 80s. She was in pretty good shape and always very friendly. She was one of the reasons I still checked out the running club on occasion. "Hi Lilly. You the only one here?" I asked even though I knew she was. "Yeah. I was just about to call it quits but I love running in the rain." "So you willing to brave the elements?" I asked as I looked up at the sky. "I'm game if you are," she said with a smile as she started to run. "How far you want to go?" I asked. "How far were you going to go?" she said as we trotted down the road. "I figured 5 miles." "Sounds good to me," she said with a smile. Lilly was wearing a light blue running shirt that had the "Boilermaker" race logo on it and a pair of black running shorts that showed off her tanned and toned legs. I had seen Lilly out at the bars a few times and we had a few friends in common. I knew she had gone to college and was working some kind of office job. So we chatted about that bullshit as we jogged along. I had a five mile loop that wound through a few of the neighborhoods and had a couple of big hills. As we ran the drizzle turned into a steady rain. We were both soaked and Lilly's blue shirt was clinging to her and really showing off her tits even though she had them compressed with a sports bra. A car honked at us as we ran along. Lilly waived not realizing that it was likely some horned up guy watching her water logged tits bounce as we jogged along. As we ran up hill into a neighborhood where they were building new high end houses it really started to downpour. "I know I said I love running in the rain but maybe we should head back. This is a little much." She was practically shouting at me because it was raining so hard and so loud. "Lets duck in here until it blows over" I pointed to one of the half built houses. We sprinted into the front entryway. The rain had soaked us both. She was panting, chest heaving. The cold rain had caused her nipples to get hard and were poking out through her sports bra and shirt. I grabbed a towel that was on a work ladder and wiped her face. "Thanks," she said as she looked right at me. "I can't believe how hard it's raining." "I know, we're soaked" I said as touched the sleeve of her shirt. There was steam coming off of both of us and the house sounded of the pounding of the rain on the unfinished roof. We stood in the doorway watching the rain. She reached up and took the band off of her pony tail and her dark wet hair cascaded down to her shoulders. We looked into each others eyes and were caught up in the awkward silence. "Would it creep you out if I told you that you look really good when you're soaking wet and you let your hair down?" She blushed and looked away. "No... besides I always had kind of a crush on you." That was all I needed to hear. "Really? Then you might not mind if I..." I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back. I slid my left hand up to her face and brushed her wet hair behind her ear as we continued to kiss. I slid my hand down to her breast and she let out a soft moan. After a few minutes of making out she pulled back and said "I don't usually do stuff like this." "You're doing great so far," I said with a smile as I leaned in and kissed her again. She slid her hand down and gently cupped my rock hard dick. "Wow. Looks like you are ready to go," she said with a devilish grin. She gripped my cock through my shorts. "I think we should get you out of those wet clothes" I said as I began to kiss on her neck. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as I kissed down her neck and peeled her shirt up over her tits. I slid her sports bra off and slowly slid my tongue down her tit towad her nipple. Even though they were D cups her tits were perky and didn't sag like a lot of the big ones do. She let out another moan as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled harder into her tit. She reached into my shorts and began to stroke my cock. "You are really good at that," she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. I stepped her backwards a few steps to a folding chair that was behind her. As she sat down, she pulled my shorts down allowing my cock to spring free. She licked her lips and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She began to slowly jerk my cock. "Does that feel good?" She asked as she teased my cock. All I could do was nod my head. She slowly teased the tip of my cock with her tongue and then in one swift move she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She deftly slurped and sucked my cock while her hands played with my balls. I was close to blowing my load in her mouth so I stood her up. She had a sex crazed look in her eyes. I turned her around. "Take off your shorts," I ordered her. She slid her shorts and panties off and bent over to take them off over her sneakers. I slipped in behind her as she bent over and began to finger her pussy from behind. She was dripping wet and moaned loudly as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I kept fingering her roughly and whispered in her ear, "How bad do you want it?" She moaned and said, "Please fuck me. Please stop teasing me and just stick your cock in me. I want it so bad." I had her bent over the chair and was fingerfucking her as her big tits bounced in rhythm. In between thrusts, I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. "Holy shit, its you in me" she gasped as I buried the full length of my cock in her. Reflexively, she stood up so I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back toward me and kissed her deeply. Then I bent her back over the chair and continued fucking her from behind. Her big tits bounced as she moaned and grunted with each thrust. As I slammed in and out of her pussy I reached around and massaged her clit as I fucked her. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder," she groaned through her gritted teeth. I railed her as hard as I could by pulling my cock completely out of her and slamming it back into her with each thrust. The sound of my hips smashing into her ass echoed through the house. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum," she moaned. I felt a hot gush around my cock, I stopped and then quickly shoved my cock as deep inside of her as I could get it and held it in her. She shoved her ass into me and was trembling. "Please don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill," she panted. I thrust into her with short quick strokes. Her body gave in and she just stood there bent over the chair taking every inch of my cock and panting. "I want you to come for me," she groaned as I fucked her. "Please cum. I want you to fucking cum," she whispered. Her begging me to cum coupled with the image of her big tits jiggling as I fucked her, sent me over the edge. I pulled out of her and sprayed my load all over her back. "Fuck yes," she purred as she collapsed into the chair. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as she sat there exhausted and panting. I picked up her panties and shorts and threw them at her. "Come on, it stopped raining," I said with a wink as I slid my shirt on. She opened her eyes, looked at me and laughed. "Run, I doubt I can even walk after that," she said as she smiled. She put on her clothes, kissed me and said "Let's go." Summer Rain In Richard's mind, the question was quite simple, Why the hell am I walking through a park in the middle of the night during a rain storm? The answer was by far even simpler than the question itself, Because I love my girlfriend. For the past few days, the humidity had been so thick that you could almost cut it with a knife. Everyone seemed to have been waiting for the storm which would finally break the spell. It had begun with a tremendous thunderstorm, the kind Richard's girlfriend Rebecca loved. The thunder had been so loud, it had set off car alarms, shook the foundations in every building within reach of the massive cracks of thunder, and best of all, in Rebecca's opinion, it had made her internal organs vibrate. "I love these storms," Rebecca had said gleefully as she and Richard had watched the storm from the front porch of her parent's house. "I love the sound of thunder, and the flash of lightning. There's something primal about it. Something erotic." Once the thunder and lightning had passed, the rain remained. Rebecca had walked off the porch into the downpour, and had squealed with delight. "Oh Richard! It's so warm! Let's drive over to the park and have a walk!" Richard had chuckled to himself while watching Rebecca walk back to the porch, but once she grabbed his hand, he had realized how serious she was. And, really, asides from getting wet, where was the harm in a stroll in the rain? The threat of being struck by lightning had long passed. Plus it made her happy. So Richard had agreed. His hair was now plastered to his head, and he could taste his hairspray as water ran from his hair and into his mouth. Rebecca gripped his hand tightly, and they were walking towards the middle of the park, which was where a large ski hill, and a smaller hill which was part of the park's bandstand was located. Rebecca's long blonde hair was also plastered to her head, and her rather large nipples pressed against the fabric of her drenched t-shirt. Because of how warm the rain was, neither had opted to wear a jacket of any kind. "Isn't this lovely?" asked Rebecca as they neared the side of the hill which faced away from the bandstand, and towards the ski hill itself. "It's great," answered Richard, and he squeezed Rebecca's hand. And for the most part, he did have to agree that he was rather enjoying this walk in the rain. "Did I ever tell you I have always wanted to make love in a rain storm like this one?" Richard looked at his girlfriend, and shook his head. "Not once." "Well then," said Rebecca, and she reached out her free hand and rubbed the crotch of Richard's wet jeans, "Why do you think I suggested this?" Richard arched an eyebrow. "Because you're certifiably insane?" "That's right, and I'm all yours," replied Rebecca, and she leaned in and kissed Richard on the mouth, her tongue slipping into his mouth to dance with his own. She stepped in closer and pressed her body against his, rubbing her crotch against his. They stood kissing in the rain for several minutes, all the while Rebecca rubbing her crotch against his. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock grow hard, and press against her mound. Finally, Rebecca broke off the kiss and began to slide down his body, her hands trailing along above her head. When she got down onto her knees, she brought her hands down to the waist of his pants, and began to fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans. "Since you agreed to this, you get a reward," said Rebecca with a mischevious grin, and she pulled Richard's hard cock out from between his boxers, and immediately took the engorged member into her mouth. Richard moaned in delight, and leaned his head back, feeling the rain splash against his face. Fellatio was something Rebecca normally chose not to do, but tonight had to be a special occasion in order to have her perform it on him. Rebecca licked the head of his cock with short laps of her tongue before she licked the entire length of his cock, starting at the base, and moving up to the purple head, where she again began to lap at it again, almost as if it were an ice cream cone. While she did this, she also stroked Richard's seven-inch cock with her hand. She then opened her mouth wide, and took his cock into it, her head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around it. Richard had his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders, and he massaged them as she gave him a blowjob. He couldn't remember the last time she had actually taken him into her mouth, but he was definitely not in any sort of mood to complain. Not in the least. After a little longer on her knees, Rebecca stood up, and looked Richard straight in the eyes. She still held his cock in her hand, and was stroking it as she told him to get undressed. "I want to be fucked in the pouring rain. Now." Richard obliged, and began to undress himself. Rebecca let go of his cock so that she could take off her own rain-soaked clothes, and within moments they stood naked in the park. Rebecca got down on the wet grass, and spread her legs wide in order to welcome her boyfriend's cock into her. As Richard moved between his legs, he pressed forward, and felt Rebecca's pussy open wide to his thrust and grant him access. Her pussy felt even warmer than the rain itself, and within moments he was thrusting hard into Rebecca, his balls slapping against her ass. Rebecca wrapped her arms around him, and dragged her nails along his back, and moaned loudly as Richard bit her neck, and kissed her passionately. "Oh, God, I love the feel of you inside of me," Rebecca panted as Richard continued to pound into her. She guided his head to one of her swaying breasts, and sighed with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her hard nipple, and tugged on it with his teeth. He then kissed his way down her first breast and up the second to do the same to her other one. Rebecca wrapped her legs around Richard's ass, and pulled him deeper into her, and began to moan louder as she felt his cock enter her at a different angle. It wasn't long though before she was begging him to stop, so that she could mount him instead. Richard pulled out of his girlfriend's tight pussy, and took her spot on the grass. He watched as Rebecca climbed on top of him, and lowered herself onto his cock. She began to move up and down, and he folded his legs under Rebecca's, and tilted his hips slightly, so that his cock was pressing against what he guessed was her G-spot. He ran his hands up to her breasts, and tugged on her nipples before slipping his hands behind her back and running them down to her perfect ass. He squeezed it as Rebecca's movements became more frantic, and her breath came in sharp rasps. Within moments she let out a loud scream, and came before finally collapsing against his chest, breathing hard. "Oh fuck," whimpered Rebecca as she attempted to catch her breath, Richard's hard cock still in her pussy. "Oh God I love it when you make me cum baby." Richard grinned, and bit her neck again. "I think I'll let you have another treat now though," Rebecca whispered into Richard's ear, and she climbed off of him. She got onto her hands and knees beside him, and then turned her head to face Richard. "I know you've wanted it for a long time. And tonight I'm willing to let you have it. Take my virgin ass, my pet. Find your release within it." Richard didn't need any coaxing. He moved behind her, and Rebecca lowered herself closer down to the ground, her breasts touching the flattened blades of grass. She rested her legs on either side of Richard, and kneeled there like a frog, waiting for his cock to penetrate her ass. He moved in closer, and stroked his hard cock a few times before he mounted her from behind, and pressed his cock against her virgin entrance. He began to force his head against the puckered asshole, and moaned with extreme pleasure as her opening began to give way to his invading cock. "Oh Fuck, yes," moaned Rebecca as she felt her boyfriend's cock begin to enter her tight ass. "That's my pet. Fuck my ass. Take me in the way you always wanted to." Richard pressed forward a little harder, and felt his cock slide all the way into Rebecca. She gasped, and Richard leaned his body against hers, and whispered into her ear, asking her if he was hurting her. "No," she breathed. "I'm fine. Fuck me." Leaning up a little, Richard began to fuck his girlfriend's tight ass, groaning as he felt her flexing her sphincter muscles, massaging his cock like never before. He too had never fucked a woman's ass before, and had been curious to know what it had felt like. Now he did, and he hoped that she would allow it to happen again another night. Richard began to thrust harder and deeper into Rebecca's ass with each passing moment, his balls slapping wetly against her clit. Rebecca reached under her and began to play with his balls as he continued to fuck her ass non-stop. He leaned into her again, pressing his chest against her back, and began to breathe harder as he felt her tight ass begin to bring him close to his own orgasm. "That's my pet," encouraged Rebecca as she continued to massage his balls. "Find your release within me. Fill my ass with your seed." Encouraged by her words, Richard fucked her ass harder and faster, and then as he felt his orgasm approach, he slammed his cock hard one last time into her ass before he finally exploded inside of her, filling her ass with his warm cum. Richard slowly pulled out of his girlfriend's ass, and lay down next to her. She rolled to face him, and he wrapped his leg around her and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her deeply, and then looked her deep in the eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, and then added, "I love you." "And I you," replied Rebecca. "You, and no other." The two lovers then lay in the park, the rain continuing to fall on them. They did not get up to go until after the rain had finally passed. Summer Rain Her eyes glanced up at the clouds that threated to hide the moonlight. But it didnt matter to her as she didn't need a light to slip from her house she knew where she was going. The darkness of the night seemed to engulf her as she moved through the shadows of the trees. A light fog hovered just above the ground almost making the world look eerie to most. But to her it looked like an inviting lovers arms for she knew soon he would be at their meeting place. The wetness of the night that covered the grass felt cool against her bare feet. For all that separated her and the night was the thin layer of silk of the short nightgown she wore. Her waist length hair seemed to be spun in perfect curls of fire down her back. Just before she reached the tree where she would then turn east towards the special place they had agree to meet. A light summer rain started to fall she didn't even seem to notice as it soaked her to the bone. The silk clung to her ample breasts and petite frame the rain making the material almost nonexistent. She stopped just short of the spot she could see him there just standing there his back to her. His long black hair loose to his shoulder blades the moon still shining bright as the small rain cloud offered a bit of relief to the ground below. The moisture of the rain seemed to have captured every detail of him as his shirt clug to him. The rain drops almost seemed to bead off his sun-kissed flesh causing her to catch her breath. The sight of something so dangerous and off limits seemed to arouse her more. Her whole body seemed to stir as her eyes scanned up and down him almost like she was expecting something for purchase. If anyone could see her she would be so ashamed for someone of her status in society didn't dare look twice at this kind of man. But she not only looked she wanted what she saw, she wanted to feel his touch and to taste the danger on his lips. She wanted to feel him clam her for his very own even if it was just for a few precious hours they could steal away. From the rest of the world around them that would forbid them to be together. She knew she could never be seen with him for no one would ever understand they lived in two different worlds. But at this moment in time he was hers and she was his no matter what anyone thought. Here in the stolen shadows of the night they were one, in the light of day they could not even look at each other. Almost lost in a dream like state watching him her imagination running in so many different directions wondering what this would be like. Fear of him mixed with desire for him raced through her but instead of making her turn and flee it made her move closer. Her whole being wanting to discover this man that seemed so far away from her, yet so close. He was like untouchable dream that you wake up yearning for with every inch of your body. Something right there yet just out of your reach knowing you dare never cross the line that society or life has drawn for you. But something made her go against everything she knew was wrong just to taste this one forbidden pleasure. Coming to a rest just inches from him almost in fear that he could hear the pounding of her heart as it seemed to echo in her ears. Lifting her hand slowly to place it on his shoulder to let him know that she was there. Just before her hand reached him he spun around grabbing her twisting her around so her back was against the tree. Her wrists held tightly in his grasp held over her head pressed hard into the bark. A look of fear and confusion filled her eyes that seemed to sparkle like a precious emerald in what was left of the moon light. His eyes never seemed to leave hers they were endless pools of crystal that swirled with danger. No words passed between them as the rain fell a bit harder his eyes dropped for a moment to take in the very sight of her. The way his eyes moved over her made her shiver as if she could feel his hands replacing them. Wanting so much to break the silence but her voice seemed to be captured in her throat from just being this close to him. Her lips parted for a moment as if she was going to speak but before any words had a chance to tumble from them he covered them with his. The taste of him as the kissed depend with hunger from both of them seemed to burn into her very soul. Feeling her limbs almost go limp as their tongues intertwined coming together to move as they had been together forever instead of being forbidden lovers. Breaking the kiss he leaned back a bit his eyes meeting hers as if he was seeing her for the very first time the hardness in his eyes was gone. They were now filled with tenderness and respect as if she was something to be treasured instead of desired. Letting his one free hand move towards her face using the back of it he let it slowly glide down her cheek. With a touch so tender from hands so rough it was almost like he was discovering the softness of a woman for the first time. He inhaled deeply as if taking in the very scent of her mixed with the rain. The sound of the rain falling coming into contact with the leaves seemed to make an almost hypnotic music. He tightened his grip on her wrists as if he thought she was going to disappear from before him. Raising his free hand up to let his fingertips trace the length of her arm. Moving up then back down a smile danced upon his handsome features as he traced along the side of her breast through the thin material. Her body shivered as if it was either cold from the rain or scared from his touch. But the look in her eyes described every feeling loud and clear as passion swirled in them. Her breathing became very rapid as she felt his hand start to unbutton the tiny pearl buttons that held her nightshirt together. The tenderness and care that he took with the tiny buttons astonished her never knowing a man so tough could change in the blink of an eye. When the last button was undone he looked into her eyes as if waiting for her to ask him to stop. Only to find a grin form upon her features as she bit her lower lip as if waiting for more. Midnight stained lashes danced across her porcelain like cheeks as her eyes closed. Feeling his fingertips part the wet material from her chest the warmth of his mouth covering her harden nipple. Passion spread through her body like wild fire as she felt his tongue move across it. The tenderness in his hand as he brought it up to raise the breast to take more of it into his mouth. Almost as if pushing the bounds of what he was able to he tighten his grip around her breast. A low moan of ecstasy escaped from her as he soon discovered the rougher he was the more pleasure he brought her. It was very event that she desired the raw passion that only a man like him could show her. This was what she wanted was the pure untamed desire that would set them both on fire as they came together as one. Releasing her hands as he scooped her up into his arms letting her night shirt fall to the ground. Laying her softly next to it he raised himself up on his knees removing the wet shirt that clung to him. Her eyes grew wide seeing his bare chest as his muscles seemed more define with the shirt off. Reaching up letting her fingers move over his form not missing any part of his upper body. It was as if she was memorizing every inch of him for a replay at a later date in her dreams. He wanted her so bad at this moment but wanted to enjoy the time he had with her. Moving a bit as he settled himself between her legs lowering down to place his lips upon hers again. The taste of her mixed with the sight of her naked form excited him. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her as his weight came down on her. Kissing her with such a hunger she felt her whole body react to him feeling his bare flesh next to hers as the rain seemed try to smolder the heat between them. His lips moved from hers down to her neck only to form a trail down over her stomach as his hands caressed her. Feeling his hands move to her knees her back arched as if telling him she needed more of what he was willing to offer her. Sliding down the inside of her thighs as his thumbs applied pressure as they moved. She jumped a bit as he moved a fingertip slid between her legs finding the wetness his touch had caused. Lowering his head a bit lower as she let out a louder moan of passion as his tongue slid over her swollen clit. Gently sliding a finger into her as his tongue moved in tiny circles teasing her. Rocking her hips as her breathing became faster the louder she moaned and more she reacted the faster his tongue moved and deeper his finger went. As his finger slid deep inside her the tightness caused his body to ache wanting to feel himself deep inside her. She had never known such ecstasy before in her life never knowing it could feel like this she seemed to lose herself in the moment. As the word please tumbled over her lips this word causing him to stop for a moment. Every muscle in her body pulsated from a need she never knew she had. He raised up undoing his pants the passion he felt for this one woman was something he had never known before. His whole body needed her as he knew she needed him sliding his hands under her legs. He held onto the backs of her knees pushing her knees upward as he placed the head of his cock against her slit. Looking deep into her eyes he knew this was going to hurt her for a moment so he entered slowly. Watching her bite her lip to keep from screaming out in pain as her body adjusted to the size of him as he entered her. Slowly at first he reentered her over and over moving his hands to the ground beside her as if to get more leverage. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deeper and harder into her. Moving her hands to his biceps feeling the muscle harden with each thrust feeling the power of him as he entered her. Her hands moved to his back as her long nails dug into it as the pleasure filled her with each thrust. The deeper her nails dug into his skin ripping it open the harder he thrust into her. Both of them fulfilling a desire neither knew they had when this started. Filling a sensation that she never knew started to over come her not knowing what was happening but never wanting it to stop. Her body reacting to it as her muscles tightened around him then feeling a rush of relief as she couldn't help but scream out. His mouth covered hers to muffle the scream incase anyone was near as his body reacted to hers. Her muscles pulsated around him as he thrust faster swelling inside her as he exploded sending his seed deep into her. As he collapsed on her both of them breathing heavy from the event that just took place. Each filled with a sense of satisfaction that neither would ever find the words to describe. Moving to lay beside her as the rain fell down as if cleansing them. Nothing was said just the simple jester of his hand finding hers as their fingers intertwined. Knowing sleep would over come them if they didn't move he stood dressing looking down at her. Their eyes met and he knew he loved her but would never admit it to anyone not even her. As he lowered his hand to help her up reaching down to gather up her night shirt handing it to her. Watching as she slipped it on watching in almost horror as she buttoned each button. Not wanting her to hide herself from him but knowing she had to. Looking up at him when she was done she stood on her tippee toes and kissed him not saying a word she ran off. Back towards her house not even looking back knowing if she did she wouldn't want to leave him. He stood watching her till she was out of sight his whole body needed her but not as much as his heart wanted her. Summer Rain ***Authors Note*** I have been asked so many times where the inspiration from a story comes from. I get story ideas from many different sources. Music always gets me thinking, as I think most songs tell a different story to every person who hears it. I also get ideas from other stories, films and perseonel experience. This story was actually derived from a dream. There is a adult actress named Cytherea, and after watching a film of hers I had an interesting dream. Unfortunatly, dreams usually end before they become a complete story, but they can be a powerful inspiration. I've tried to keep the descriptions of the characters to a minimum, as I hate to run down statistics when introducing each person. Those of you who know of Cytherea, then you will hopefully feel right at home. Those who don't may want to do a quick websearch on her. She's a cutie who squirts! I hope you all enjoy the story. Please vote and leave feedback. It's always appreciated! *** Matt finished tightening the last bolt and then stood back to admire his work. He had spent the better part of the morning putting his new grill together. The store would have installed the unit for a small fee but Matt had wanted the satisfaction of doing it on his own. He regretted that decision as soon as he opened the large crate, which contained over a hundred parts that were supposed to be a grill. It was now almost noon and Matt stood in the hot sun, which was reflected brilliantly in his new grill. He gathered his tools and headed into the house for both a cold drink and a cool shower. The heat wasn't too bad but the sun was beating down hard from a clear sky. Matt let out sigh as he stepped through the patio door and into the air-conditioned house. He and his wife Dawn had only purchased the house a month prior, and Matt had spent two weeks of his vacation upgrading. It was now nearing July, and he felt the house was ready for summer. Matt grabbed a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and quickly checked the television. Dawn wouldn't be home for another six hours and he planned on spending the rest of the day relaxing in front of the tube. He finished the bottle of water and headed for the shower. The cool water felt great and Matt emerged from the shower feeling like a new man. He stepped into a pair of shorts and decided to fix himself a bite to eat. It was while he was in the kitchen that he realized that he had left his cell phone out near the grill. It would surely bake in the noon sun, so he headed out retrieve it. Sure enough, he had actually left it sitting on the shiny steel lid of the grill, and it was already hot to the touch. Matt was juggling his hot potato of a cell phone from hand to hand when his neighbor came out from her back door. She was actually the daughter of the couple that owned the house and her name was Callie. She had been part of the neighborhood welcoming committee and Matt had seen her around a lot, but had never exchanged anything more than pleasantries. Dawn was always the one to speak to people. She had found out that Callie was a junior in college, and it was cheaper for her to live at home. "Hey Mr. Blake, how's it going?" Callie called out to him. She was carrying a towel and a bunch of other items, but from what Matt could see, she was dressed in only a bikini. "Pretty good Callie. How about you?" Matt responded. He was curious about getting a peak of her in a bikini, but even though he was barely thirty years old, he didn't want to look like the perverted neighbor. Callie dropped her items onto one of the lawn chairs on her patio. "I'm doing pretty good. I'm off for the summer and ready to enjoy a little sun." She said. Matt now had an unhindered view of Callie and he wasn't disappointed. She was on the petite side and only a few inches over five feet tall. The bikini she wore could only be classified as skimpy, but her small breasts were covered entirely by the top. She already had tan, and Matt didn't notice any bikini lines. All in all, she was a nice, compact package. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've got a few days left on my vacation and now that I've finished the work I wanted to do around the house, I plan on enjoying it." He told her. Matt smiled and turned to head back into his house. "You enjoy the sun, I'm going to enjoy a cold drink and couch." He told her. "Oh, could you possibly give me a hand before you go inside?" Callie called to him before he made it to the door. Matt turned and smiled, even though he was looking forward to getting inside out of the hot sun. "Sure, what do you need?" He asked as he began crossing his yard toward hers. Callie dangled a tube of suntan lotion between her fingers and smiled. "No one else is home and I'd appreciate it if you could put a little lotion on my back?" She asked. Matt didn't think anything of her request, although he did wish that he had put on a bit more clothes before running outside. The shorts he was wearing were a bit small and thin. Dawn had tried to toss them out because they were so old, but Matt found them perfectly comfortable. He knew that they weren't in the best condition, but he only wore them around the house. This was the first time that he wished he had put on a better pair. "Thank you." Callie chirped as she handed Matt the tube of oil. She sat down on the lounge chair, but neither the height nor position of the chair allowed Matt access to her back. Callie took notice of the situation and hopped up off of the chair. "Umm, Go ahead and sit down in the chair." She instructed Matt. He did so without knowing what she was planning, but found out quickly. Callie sat further down on the lounger and scooted back toward him. Matt's feet were on the ground and his legs spread, and he soon found Callie sitting between his thighs. "Okay, that should give you better access." Callie told him. She flipped her black hair forward and held it off of her neck so he could get her entire back. Matt squirted some of the oil into his hand and began rubbing it into her skin. He started with her neck and shoulders and slowly worked downward. Her skin was soft and moist as if she had just taken a shower and it soaked up the coconut-scented oil. He stopped when he reached her bikini bottoms and began to place the cap back on the tube. "Hold on a moment. This is a tan through swimsuit. Can you put some under the strings?" Callie asked as she snaked a hand around her back and indicated the strings of the bikini top. Matt took a deep breath as he squirted more oil into his hand. He eased his fingers under the strings and spread the oil, and found himself sweating just as much from the situation as the sun. He cursed in his mind. Women must all get a perverse thrill about teasing a guy by having him rub slippery oil into their skin. 'It's just a necessity and not something sexual.' They would say. That was all bullshit. It was just one of the many little ways that women tortured men. Matt had quite enough of the situation. Dawn wouldn't be home for a long time, and his cock was starting to stiffen. He shifted his weight to move, but Callie beat him to it. "Thanks, I want to keep my tan nice an even. Let me move so you can get up." She said as she dropped her hair. She reached back and placed a hand on each one of Matt's thighs and used them to push herself up. She also pushed back, and her ass rubbed firmly against Matt's crotch as she rose. He was surprised and his cock responded with a lurch that he hoped she did not feel. "Oh wow, you need to put on some of this yourself. You've got one of those 'construction worker' tans." Callie exclaimed. Matt hadn't thought about it, but as he looked himself over he realized that she was right. His arms and face were noticeably darker than his chest and was a direct result from working on the grill all morning in the sun. Before Matt could say anything Callie was already squirting oil into her hands. She slipped behind him and began rubbing it into his skin. He wasn't prepared for her sudden action but liked how her hands felt moving over him. "Thanks Callie." He said, somewhat at a loss for words. "No problem. If you're going to get a tan you might as well get a good one." She said as she slipped back in front of him. Before he could respond, she had squirted more oil into her hand and began working down his chest. Matt was too taken off guard to even suck in his stomach. He was glad that he had been hitting the gym more frequently in the past year and had dropped a few problem pounds. Within less than a minute he found himself coated in oil. "There you go, but I forgot you were going inside. Why don't you sit outside with me for a while and give your tan a chance to even out?" She said, and indicated to the other lounge chair. Matt really had been looking forward to relaxing on the couch, but with his skin coated in oil, he would have to shower again before he could. It also didn't hurt that Callie was cute and he was enjoying her company. "Alright, I guess I can sit out for a while." He said as he sat down on the open chair. "That's great. It gets kind of boring with nobody around the house." She said as she took a seat on her own chair. "Most of my friends are either working or taking summer classes. I used to spend my summers with my best friend Linda. Her parents used to own your house, and she's spending the summer at their new place." Callie explained. "Why didn't you invite her over for the summer?" Matt asked. He had reclined in the chair and was basking in the sun with his eyes closed. He figured being unable to see Callie would be the best way to ward off his threatening erection. "Linda's dad got her a summer intern position near where they now live. She wouldn't be able to travel to work each day from here. It's a real bummer. Linda and I have been best friends since kindergarten. She said. Matt let Callie talk and concentrated on relaxing. He found out more about her in the next two hours than he thought he ever would. He would occasionally sneak a peek at her, but eventually stopped when he and his cock started noticing the small beads of sweat rolling down her slick skin. The time passed quickly and Matt became thirsty. He decided to go inside and grab a bottle of water. "I'm going to grab something to drink, do you want anything?" He asked Callie. He couldn't help but notice how her skin glistened and how she had developed an almost bronze tan. "I'll go with you if you don't mind. I could use a few seconds in some cool air." She said as she climbed from her chair. Her face was flushed underneath the darkened skin and Matt briefly wondered if her nipples were colored the same. He quickly brushed those thoughts aside and headed for his house. The air felt even cooler than before when he stepped inside and the change in lighting made everything seem as if it were tinged with blue. Matt felt invigorated as he walked across the cold tile of the kitchen floor. He retrieved two bottles of water and passed one to Callie who stood leaning against the kitchen counter. The same blue effect made her appear even darker than she was, and the sweat that rolled down her stomach was vividly clear. "You guys have really done a nice job with your house. It was always nice, but Linda's parents weren't much with updating the décor." Callie commented as she opened her bottle and took a drink. "We just did some painting and redecorating. The only places we really changed were two of the bedrooms. We turned one of the smaller rooms into an office. We keep our computers in there, along with our exercise equipment. We did a little construction in the Master bedroom and added a Jacuzzi tub to the master bath." Matt explained. He was proud of the work they had put into the house, and even prouder that he had performed or at least supervised all of the upgrades. Callie was nodding her head as she listened. "That sounds great. I wish I could convince my parents to do a little with our house, but unfortunately, they won't budge." She said. Callie stepped a bit further into the kitchen and stood in the doorway leading to the family room. "Linda and I sure had a lot of fun in this house. One year, her parakeet got loose and we trapped it in that corner, but neither of us were tall enough to fetch him down." She said as she pointed to a higher corner in the next room. Callie began giving Matt a tour of his own house. He followed her and didn't mind at all. He was more than occupied with the sight of her ass as it wiggled in her bikini bottoms. It reminded him of a small apple, and he would have loved to take a bite. "Could I see what you guys did with the bedrooms?" Callie asked, and began climbing the stairs as Matt nodded his approval. She quickly glanced at the two smaller rooms before heading to the master bedroom. Matt was beginning to suspect that she was acting too friendly, but wasn't going to blow the moment. There wasn't any harm in letting her play her teasing role. He continued to watch the swing of her hips and knew that he wasn't one of her college friends. He was older, and while he wasn't old enough to be her father, he was certainly old enough to appreciate such an attractive girl. The biggest change to the Master bedroom was the addition of a raised section of flooring on which the bed set. The platform was ten inches high, and made the bed the focal point of the room. "You know, this was room was where I first had..." Callie, said but her voice trailed off before she finished the statement. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Matt replied. He was pretty sure that she was teasing him now, but he wanted to see how far she would go. Callie turned around and Matt immediately noticed two things; the wicked smile on her face and her hard nipples poking through the material of her bikini. "I had sex for the first time in this room. It was with a boy that Linda and I shared for a while. Her parents were away for the weekend and we invited him over. We made a mess of the sheets, but it was so fun." She told him. "Well, that definitely sounds like fun. You always think fondly of that first time, whether it was good or bad. This was a nice room before we changed it, so you couldn't have hoped for a better place." Matt said, keeping his cool. "That's true, where was your first time at?" Callie asked. She stepped up to the bed and sat down on the edge. Matt could take whatever she had to dish out. If she thought she were going to make him back down, then she was seriously wrong. "It was a girlfriends house. Her parents were home but asleep, and we had to keep things as quiet as possible. They had a basement which they only used for storage, so we snuck down there." He explained. "Wow, that's hot. Was it any good?" Callie asked. Matt didn't fail to notice that Callie was slowly rubbing her hands over the bedspread, and had crossed her legs repeatedly while He was talking. "It was alright. But first time sex for a guy, unless he blows way too soon is always good. It's not until you get some experience that you realize that the first was not the best. There wasn't any place to lie down, so we ended up trying to emulate porn stars and fuck standing up. It's not that easy with experience and it's down right difficult for a virgin." Matt explained. "That's true. I masturbated a lot, so I knew at least what I wanted, and Linda and I had played some girl games, but the guy didn't know too much. We had to instruct him a lot. I think he was just a garnish to the dish instead of the whole meal." Callie said. She lifted her arms and stretched, causing her nipples to press even harder against the fabric covering them. "This bed is so comfortable, I could fall asleep right now, but I don't think Dawn would want to find me in her bed when she came home." Callie said. She had returned to running her hands over the bed, and was looking down instead of making eye contact. Matt decided to see just how far she would go. "I'm not sure about that. I don't think Dawn would be too pissed if she found a cute young woman in her bed. It would all depend on what the girl was willing to do." He said with a slight laugh. She had made it obvious that she had played around in some form with her friend, but how far would she go? "Wow, then I just may take a nap. What time does Dawn get home?" Callie asked. The smile on her face was mischievous, but her eyes were serious. "She's not due until around seven o'clock. You can't possibly want to sleep that long and besides, where would I take a nap?" Matt asked. He was looking at her with all the intensity he could muster. Callie stood up and shrugged her shoulders. "That's true. I couldn't impose on you. I should probably be getting back outside and finish working on my tan. Matt had begun to wonder if she was going to back down, but she had done so at the last minute. He smirked and followed her as she walked past him, but he almost tripped over her when she stopped in the doorway. Callie spun around and she was so close that he could smell her coconut oil mixed with the hint of her sweat. "Unless...you want to keep me company in that soft bed until Dawn comes home." Callie said. Matt studied her face and was undecided as of what to say. She certainly seemed as if she were serious, but he was hesitant to make the first move. As things turned, he didn't need to make that move. Callie kept looking at him as she slid a hand over his crotch. She wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a squeeze. "Should I take this as a 'yes'?" Callie asked as she began stroking his stiffening cock through his shorts. "If Dawn wouldn't mind me in the bed then she probably wouldn't mind me playing with one of her toys." Matt's imagination had been churning away for hours and his cock was rapidly responding to the massage it was receiving. He didn't make a move to stop Callie, but he wasn't moving forward either. Dawn had played around with a few girls in college, but none since they had gotten married. He knew that she liked the sex, but was hesitant about a third person affecting their emotional bond. He also remembered that Dawn had made quite a few comments on how Callie looked and even a few about Callie being her 'type'. Callie continued stroking while Matt contemplated what to do. It seemed like hours to him as he tried to make a choice, but it was only a few seconds. Callie on her part wasn't dumb, and she kept encouraging the decision she wanted by keeping the pressure on his now rock-hard cock. She finally forced the decision when she unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Her hand felt hot as she wrapped it around his shaft and Matt quickly made up his mind. Matt grabbed Callie's free hand in his and guided her toward the bed as she continued to stroke his cock. Once there, he slipped his hands behind her and untied the bikini top. The small piece of cloth dropped to the floor and Matt's mouth started to water. He was right about the color of her nipples. The cherry red tips were glossed over in light brown, giving them a fiery and warm appearance. Matt knew that he had to taste them. He dipped his head down and captured one of the stiff peaks in his mouth and suckled it like a ripe piece of fruit, which got him a low moan from Callie. "Oh yeah." She sighed as she ran her free hand through his hair. She would swear that his cock grew even harder in her hand. Matt slowed down to enjoy everything and began slowly licking her breasts. She was small, and he made full circles around each mound before sucking or licking the nipple. She tasted of a mixture between coconut oil and perspiration, and was both sweet and slightly salty. Her body was warm from the sun and almost radiated heat in the cool room. Callie pulled away, slipped down onto the bed and Matt was ready to follow. He stopped as her breath rushed over his cock. He was just in time to watch as her tongue stretched out from between her parted lips. Matt watched as Callie slowly flicked her tongue against the slit of his cock and come away with a clear drop of Precum. She looked up at him as she used her tongue to paint her lips with his fluid, making them even glossier than they already were. She leaned forward and keeping her lips tightly pursed, dabbed his leaking cock against them. Summer Rain There was no doubt in Matt's mind that Callie had done this before. He would never admit it to Dawn, but she was giving him the best head he ever had. Callie kept her lips shut tight as she began pushing forward and Matt didn't know what she was doing. She slowly relaxed and let her lips be forced open by the blunt head, and Matt was ready to go crazy. It felt as if he were pushing into a tight cunt as he was forced between her lips, and then the head of his cock popped into her mouth. Matt was almost losing control as Callie kept pushing her head forward. She slowly buried his entire shaft into her mouth and down her throat, not stopping until his balls were nestled tightly against her chin. It was now Matt's turn to groan as she swallowed and her throat rippled around his shaft. Callie was breathing heavily when she pulled back, but after a quick breath she swallowed him whole again. Matt almost lost his balance but steadied himself by grabbing her shoulder. He tangled his fingers in her hair and began pumping into her mouth. A few minutes went by and Matt felt himself pushed to the limit. It took a supreme surge of willpower to break free from her, and he backed away with a heavy breath. "I hope your not done yet. We still have a lot of time." Callie said before licking her lips. "Hell no, but I think you're a little overdressed for bedtime." Matt said. He moved back toward her and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward and licked one of her nipples as his hands slid up her thighs. Callie wiggled her hips as he moved up to her waist. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her bikini and then tugged the cloth down as she raised her hips to help. Pulling her bikini off placed his face at eye level with her cunt and he let out a deep growl. Not only was her pussy shaved and wet, it was also the same hot color as her nipples. He could smell the musky scent of her cunt and he knew exactly what he wanted. Callie didn't protest when he gently pushed her back. She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he dove into her honey pot. Matt went straight for her slit. He cupped her cunt in his mouth and slid his tongue inside. She tasted of pussy sweat and coconut oil, and the heady aroma was intoxicating. He wagged his tongue inside of her and sucked at her lips, causing her to becoming even wetter. Matt pulled his head back a few inches and spread her open with his fingers. The inside of her pussy was a deep shade of pink and her muscles twitched expectantly. Matt began slowly working his tongue inside the rim of her hole. He dipped into every crinkle and folds of her pussy and slowly traced with the tip until she was squirming and moaning. He soon had her on the verge of an orgasm and he was working to push her over the edge. "Oh shit. I'm going to cum. Stick a finger in." Callie moaned. Her legs were locked over Matt's shoulders and she was steadily pumping her hips up to meet his mouth. Matt reluctantly removed his mouth and slid two instead of one finger into her wet cunt. He began pressing against her g-spot and was amazed at how pronounced it was. He pumped the spot and Callie thrashed her head on the bed. Her arms were spread out and her hips moved in strong, short thrusts. Matt felt her cunt become wetter and then saw a small squirt as it splashed on his hand. He was beginning to understand her earlier comment about making a mess. The amazing thing was that she had yet to climax. He kept pumping her slit and he was rewarded with another small spurt. He was so intent on watching her that he was unprepared for when she finally climaxed. Her muscles squeezed his fingers tightly and then a stream of juice shot from her. "Oh shit!" She yelped as the stream shot high into the air. Callie jerked so hard that she dislodged Matt's fingers, but he was still in shock. He watched as another stream burst from her cunt and flew even higher than the first. That seemed to empty her out, but she still bucked and heaved on the bed. Matt had a wide-mouthed grin on his face. He had never seen anything like her up close, and he was amazed. If he were not experiencing it first-hand, he would have sworn that she had just pissed as she came. He knew that wasn't the case, as the fluid did not smell like urine, and from what he could see the texture was different as well. Matt decided to find out for himself and fastened his mouth back to her soaked pussy. He sucked and slurped deeply while Callie gripped his head tightly in her hands, still hypersensitive from her climax. Matt licked her cunt until Callie couldn't take it any more. She pushed against his head and tried to close her legs to stop the assault on her cunt. Matt got the hint and pulled away but he didn't give her any time to rest. He stood and with one hand, aimed his cock at her twitching hole. He rubbed the tip between her lips until it was glistening from her juices and then pushed the head of his cock between her lips. He took both of her legs by the ankles and spread her wide as he drove forward. Callie yelped as her lower body was lifted from the bed and her cunt was filled. Matt braced his knees on the bed to adjust the angle and slid his hand up to her ass. He gripped each cheek and began to pump into her with long strokes. Her pussy was as tight as he expected and felt like liquid fire. The position didn't allow for any hard pounding, but it was perfect for sliding every inch of his cock into her. Callie spread her legs wide and braced herself on her elbows. "That feels so fucking good." She growled as Matt rolled his hips. The angle forced his cock to scrape against her g-spot with every thrust, and he could actually feel the little spot becoming firmer. He knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Her pussy was like a vice, and it squeezed like a python every time he withdrew his cock. Matt had gotten the idea of what he wanted to do while talking to Callie. He slid one of his hands under her back and pulled her forward with one smooth movement. Callie grunted and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her weight drove her down onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist as Matt moved away from the bed. He moved toward the wall and soon had Callie pressed against the cool, smooth surface. "Just like the first time?" Callie asked with a smile. Her face was beaded with sweat and her voice held a husky timbre. "Close, but better." Matt replied as he began thrusting hard into her. He let one of her legs drop down and she pressed an arm to the wall for balance. The hours that Matt had spent in the gym were paying off, and it didn't hurt that Callie was so light. He worked his hips hard and fast, and could feel the wall shake with every thrust. He began to growl as he gave her everything he had. He wanted her to remember this fuck for a long while. He doubled the speed and force of his attack as he felt his orgasm nearing and was pounding so hard that two pictures fell off of a nearby wall. Matt screwed his eyes shut as he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell. He was buried to the hilt in her pussy when his cock erupted. He fought the urge to stay deep in her and continued to pump. Each spurt from his cock coated her walls and he felt their juices ooze down his shaft. When he stopped he pressed his forehead against the wall while he caught his breath. He pulled his head back after a few seconds and Callie caught him in a deep kiss. She was breathless and smiling when they broke. "I didn't think I was going to get a proper fucking this summer, but Dawn was right." Callie said through deep breaths. "What do you mean Dawn was right?" Matt asked suspiciously. He was beginning to get the feeling that he had been set up. "I guess it's all right to tell you now. I was talking with Dawn a few days ago and we eventually started talking about sex. I was complaining about a lack of it for this summer, but Dawn came up with a solution." She explained. Matt's cock was twitching at just the thought of what Callie was hinting at. "What was the solution?" He asked, as his eyes locked on to hers. "Dawn said that you guys had been looking for a little extra fun, and that we could all help each other out. I'm not looking for a relationship, just some fun, and you guys don't want someone trying to come between you. Well, in some ways you do." She explained with a wink. "She gave me the go ahead, but I've been trying to figure out how. Today was my first opportunity, so I took it." She finished. Her pussy was once again squeezing his prick, and Matt couldn't find any reason to be angry. "Well now, I'll just have to pay you two sneaks back. What else have you two done?" Matt said with a big grin. Callie hunched her hips and ran a hand down his back. "We haven't done anything. Dawn thought that since you've done so much work around the house that it would be a present for you to have me first." She said, her body slowly beginning to relax. "It was a great present, but I don't want hog all of the fun. I think I can come up with something for tonight, but I think we should both shower first." Matt said. He was about to move away but decided against it. His cock was still hard, and there was no reason to waste a good erection. He looped an arm about her waist and pulled Callie away from the wall. "On second thought, the Jacuzzi has a seat inside and we can have some fun while it fills." He told Callie as he carried her giggling into the bathroom. He figured that he had enough time to enjoy Callie some more, and put his plan for Dawn in action. She had expressed a few fantasies that had never been fulfilled, and tonight was a good night to start. Summer Rain The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn't help getting soaked, but he didn't mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat. She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early still and she stood there wearing one of his old t-shirts which she always wore to bed when she spent occasional weekends with him on his farm. She studied him as he drove the old tractor into the barn and shut the door. The rain had drenched him through and the color of his skin and the shape of his muscles could be seen through his white t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite Levi's; the ones that were a little tight in the crotch showing off one of his better assets. She couldn't help but tremble a little and she bit her bottom lip as he climbed over the barn gate, landing on the other side with little effort. She loved the way he carried himself, the way he moved, like rugged poetry, with the confidence of a god. As he walked back from the barn he saw her standing in the kitchen window watching his every move. He smiled at her, that boyish smile that always melted her heart and she knew then that she had to have him, had to feel him inside of her, and again she trembled as her grip upon the edge of the counter top tightened and her heart skipped a beat or two. She listened to him enter the house, but she said nothing. She simply continued to stare out the kitchen window, watching the rain and waiting for him to come to her. He did, and she did not pull away. He came to her at the sink and wrapped his strong arms around her from behind, she felt the sudden wetness of his shirt and it sent pleasurable chills up her spine and between her legs. He sensed her desire instantly, and he knew what she wanted. "The rain is warm," he whispered into her ear, "And you know what I've always wanted to do in the rain." Her knees buckled and she gave way to the heat of his body. He picked her up easily and carried her out the front door and into the rain. There next to the side of the house they kissed, and their kiss was more than magical, it was as kiss of yearning. Their tongues were hungry for each other, longing to play a while within the embrace of the storm. He gently guided her back against the side of the house, pulling her close to himself so that he could feel her as she quivered beneath his touch. She too was soaked now and the weight of the t-shirt was too much. She made a motion to rid herself of it all together, but he was one step ahead and in mere seconds they were both shirtless as the rain ran down their ivory bodies, washing away their inhibitions. She was still wearing her black lace panties, but he quickly took care of that; he gathered them in his hands at the lower seam and ripped them apart as if they were made of paper. A spasm of orgasmic heat rolled through her body when he did this, for she felt in him a carnal desire more intense then she had ever felt in him before. She ran her tongue across his cheek, feeling the roughness of his unshaven face, tasting the rain upon his skin. She licked his neck and bit gently into his right shoulder. In the mean time he sucked on her ear, something that she always loved. Then with his tongue he began to make his long but intense journey down to her pool of pink fire. He worked his way down her neck and across her shoulder then down to her breasts and nipples which were firm and erect almost begging to be sucked by him, and he gave in to them. He heard her moan as her nipples found their way into his mouth, and he cared for them with his tongue. She put her hands on his shoulders digging into him with her nails, but he felt no pain, only pleasure. She gently pushed him down, urging him to let his tongue dive into her pool before the madness of her passion became too overwhelming. He sensed her anticipation, but continued to work his way slowly across her lower stomach and her upper hips, letting the intensity build up, letting the fire get hotter and hotter. Finally, he found her pool, and he ran his tongue across her clit and vulva. He felt her hips buck forward, forcing his mouth deeper into her. He worked his tongue against her clit at a rapid pace as she wrapped one leg over his shoulder letting her foot rest firmly on the middle of his back. He let his hands go back up to her breasts, feeling them as they continued to swell beneath his fingers. His tongue, however, never stopped. It only kept going as she neared the point of her first orgasm. She dug her hands into his hair as she came, and he could feel the quiver inside of her like a string of tiny explosions. She pulled his head away, and brought it back up even with hers so that she could kiss him. Her hands slowly worked their way down his chest and through the dark silky hairs until they reached his belt which she undid along with his pants letting them fall away to his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear and his erect cock stood out firmly from his body. "Do you want me to fuck you," he asked over and over. In response she simply wrapped her hand around his dick and guided him into her in one quick, hard motion. They both moaned, because the feeling was almost unbearable. Their desire was pounding, like a jack hammer against hard steel, and her soft insides pounded against the hardness of his own hammer. With her back firmly against the house she wrapped her legs up around him and he held her up by putting his hands under her ass so that she wouldn't slide down. For what seemed an eternity they rocked to the rhythm of the rain. They kissed while they fucked, and the rain ran down their faces, but it could not quench their fire, nor could it cool the heat within them. As they continued their breathing grew faster and faster. He was about to cum and she was too for the second time. She came first, her nails digging into his upper back. She bit his cheek, not hard, but just enough to push him over the edge as his volcano erupted. She could feel his lava surging within her and the heat of it made her cum a third time. They stood there still, and he stayed inside of her until his cock grew soft again. They kissed once more then gathered their clothes and retreated to the warmth of the house as the rain continued to fall and bring with it a new coolness for a hot day. Summer Rain Wearing only a summer dress, I stood at the glass door and watched the dark clouds invade the blue skies which had given us a day of unbearable heat. Watching the wind pick up the stray leaves from the ground and throw them in the air, I could hear the rain start to fall. This weather seeped passion into every pore of my skin, making my body ache with desire. I was so engrossed in my surroundings I didn't hear him approach. His breathe on my skin startled me as he bent down to kiss my neck. He took me into his arms and turned me to face him. He raised his hands to my face and kissed me so deeply my knees buckled. It lasted for what seemed forever, he had moved his hands down my body, pulling me in tight. I could feel his hardness against my stomach. Warmth spread throughout my body. I heard him open the door behind me; he broke free and led me by the hand outside. The wind had picked up, the rain still light but now steady, however the air was still warm. We walked over to the table; he picked me up and sat me on the edge. Slowly he slid down the straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my arms. Wrapping his arms around me he unzipped it from behind letting it fall to my waist leaving my skin free to feel the weather envelope me. The cool rain on my skin was invigorating. He stood back and just looked at me. Smiling as the rain fell on his skin he took a step closer to me again and ran his hands down the front of my body. Watching my body react to him he moved his hands back up to my full tits, caressing, teasing my erect nipples – my skin hummed. I leant forward and pulled his top off over his head and dropped it to the ground. I looked at him admiringly; he worked hard on his body and I was reaping the benefits. I moved my hands down to the fly of his jeans; I could see his cock straining against the fabric. I unbuttoned him and released his cock into my hands. I loved the feel of the soft skin, I was impatient to feel him in my mouth, but this would wait. I rose to my feet, letting my dress fall to my ankles. I stood there on the table with my arms raised above my head; eyes closed feeling the weather rush around my naked body. I knew the neighbours had a good view of me but I didn't care – I felt free. I could hear him laugh, not at me, but just knowing how much I loved the rain and the wind. With my eyes still closed I knew he was enjoying watching me. Still taking pleasure in the rain I felt him move closer, his grabbed my arse as I felt his tongue run up the inside of my thigh. I placed my hands on his shoulders to stop myself from falling as my body was weakening under his touch. He spread my legs slightly as his tongue moved closer to my pussy. With his hands on my ankles, he started to lick me all over from my thighs to the bottom of my stomach. He kissed wherever he could reach without touching my hot centre. My nerves were screaming for him to touch me, satisfy me. Then before I could stand it any longer he placed his hands on my hips and ran his tongue along the length of my pussy, I screamed out his name as pleasure raced through my body. He was caressing me with his tongue, playing with my clit, darting in & out of me. I was aching for him to fill me up. My body was weakening, losing control. He continued his assault on my body changing the pressure from light to hard, using both his mouth and hands on my body. I was just about to cum when he suddenly stopped. He moved his face away from me and lifted me by the hips and placed me so I was sitting on the table. He leant in and kissed me hard on the mouth. We both were touching each others naked body, skin wet from the rain He lifted me from the table, and swapped places with me. I was now between his legs, my hands running over his muscular chest and torso, working my way down to his centre. He was hard, waiting in anticipation. I leant down and used my tongue to tease the head of his cock. His body jumped in response. I placed my hands on the top of his thighs, and took him into my mouth, using my teeth and tongue to drive him insane. His body tensed under my hands. I heard him moan, I loved the feeling of power this gave me. I moved my mouth and with the lightest touch of my tongue I licked the entire length of him. When I reached the top of his cock I circled the ridge with my tongue, occasionally biting, while my hand moved up and down his shaft. Before he lost complete control he gently pushed me away from him and once again we swapped places. He moved between my legs, took hold of my body and pulled me close to him. With a quick movement he entered me, filling me. The heat in my body rose rapidly, my need to feel him deep within me was overwhelming. Then for one brief moment we were still, the weather wrapping itself around us; the wind howling as the rain fell. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, pulling him in even deeper, my body trembled against his. He moved in and out of me, my body moving with his. We were as one, giving into our bodies desires. Heartbeats quickened, moans escaped from our lips, it was absolute bliss. Then with one hard thrust, our bodies climaxed together. Heat and passion released from our bodies in bliss. Then he kissed me under the rain as the intensity flowed from our bodies. Summer Rain "That'll be twenty-three ninety." Michael smiled at the checkout counter girl and produced a battered wallet from his back pocket. He had a twenty and a five sitting right at the front of the wallet. If there were anyone else behind him, they would have seen that he had exactly enough money. If there had been anyone else in the store, they would have seen the reason he was taking so long at the checkout counter. However, the family-run hardware store at the corner of Lafayette and Newport was never exactly "bustling" even on it's busiest days. Local handymen and shade-tree mechanics frequented the store enough to keep it not only afloat, but prosperous in a neighborhood whose storefronts were usually offering cheap liquor and lottery tickets. Michael's father and uncles used to bring him here every Sunday. They'd work on cars in neighbors backyards, they'd work on friends roofs, they'd fix leaky faucets and replace cracked sinks all for little more than a thank you, a glass of cold lemonade (or hot cocoa depending on the weather), and occasionally a few crumpled dollar bills which usually didn't even cover the supplies needed to make the repair. Michael's father and uncles did it because they were from a different era. A time when folks around this neighborhood took care of each other simply because they had the means. They were able to look at their neighbor struggling and, unable to escape the grim knowledge that it could very easily have been themselves on hard times, offer empathy and support. Baldwin's Hardware always offered Michael's father and his uncles special prices...usually at or below cost. That was why they came here. Also, Mr. Baldwin, the original owner, had been something of a mentor to Michael's father and although he died before Michael could really come to think of him as a grandfather, he still felt like family around the store. Even after going to school and getting an engineering degree, Michael spent his sundays as the neighborhood handyman. Not only did it earn him more invitations to Sunday dinners than Reverend Poole at First Baptist, but it also gave him the opportunity to really use what he'd learned. His rise through the ranks at Ford had been what people call "meteoric" and before he knew it, the joy of actually shaping metal with his bare hands was behind him. Now he led a team of eager young engineers who wanted to get where he was. It was only on sundays that he got to really enjoy his work. Monday through Friday, he sat in his office, supervised, filled out forms, and struggled to stay interested in a job that had quickly lost a lot of it's original appeal. The past few sundays though, Michael had been visiting the corner hardware store not out of tradition or loyalty to one of the few neighborhood business he still held in esteem, but because of the new clerk working the store's one and only cash register. Her name tag said Jada and Michael had a hard time reading it. Not because of the name tag so much as the swell of the breast beneath it. Michael wasn't shy, but for some reason, the past two sundays the shop was busier than usual. He hadn't been able to catch her with a moment alone. Ironically, the first time he'd seen her the shop was as dead as it is now. She threw him a few inviting glances but he'd decided to play it smooth and seem uninterested. Now here it was nearly a month later and he wouldn't even know her name if it wasn't stamped in plastic and pinned to her dress two inches above her left nipple. "Jada", assuming her name tag wasn't lying, was about six or seven inches shorter than Michael. Her skin was a buttery pale brown and freckled at her shoulders and in a fine spray across her nose. Her hair was done up in braids that fell between her shoulders in a thick cable. She was wearing a sun dress that, in the orange glare of the late afternoon, became transparent depending on where she was standing in relation to Michael and the store windows. What Michael could see of her figure hinted at firm, generous curves. After lingering long enough over what was in his wallet to give impression that he was in no hurry to finish this transaction, but not so long as to give the impression that twenty-four bucks was a daunting sum, he pulled out the money and handed it over to Jada. He was thinking of the right way to break the ice. Trying to get to know a girl while she's working is tricky and depending on the girl, can be a surefire way to blow your shot. Michael was going over in his mind how he should approach her when she broke the ice. "So, you fixing up your porch?" "Why do you think it's a porch?" Jada picked up a roll of wire mesh, the sort used to repair screen doors and enclosed porches. There was a picture of some smiling middle-aged man repairing a porch right on the packaging. "Yeah, I'm fixing a porch, but it's not mine." "Oh, whose is it then?" "Are you from around here?" "I grew up around here, just back from college." "Well, there's a sweet old lady called Miss Mabel who likes to sit on her front porch with her cats. Some of 'em got out last summer through a hole in the screen. Since then, she's got strays coming in and out, some pregnant cats...it's a mess." "How much are you charging her for all this?" "Miss Mabel? I'm not charging her anything. She used to watch me and my brothers while my folks worked. She's just...you know...Miss Mabel. Everyone watches out for her." At this, Jada just smiled and looked Michael up and down. He hadn't really expected to impress her with that though. It was well known that Miss Mabel had no family (that visited her at least) and as she got on in age, the neighbors...many of whom she'd baby-sat and fed when their own parents couldn't, took care of her in return. Taking care of Miss Mabel was as natural as brushing your teeth or showering in the morning. "So, what are you doing when you finish with Miss Mabel?" "I don't know actually. Probably heading home and cooking something up?" "Oh...and he cooks too?" By now, Jada's smile had grown into something genuine and Michael's interest had extended beyond her semi-transparent dress and the swell of her breasts. They talked a little longer while she placed his purchases in his cart and then they separated. She with that winning, genuine smile and him with her phone number and plans for later on tonight. The job at Miss Mabels'' was more involved than Michael anticipated. Two hours into a half-hour job, he was still way behind. The screens only took about fifteen minutes to take down and another ten minutes to replace. However, Miss Mabels' cats likely didn't get out through a broken screen. It was likely her roof or floor boards, both of which were possibly as old as she was. Michael didn't know who'd been in here last, but the supplies for making the repairs were stacked in a corner off to one side of the porch. The floorboards needed the most work because without them, Michael wouldn't have been able to fix the roof. The roof would have to wait for another day though, there weren't enough supplies to fix it now. There were huge gaping holes in it where small leaks had been left unattended for too long. Not only summer rain, but by now, winter snow had piled on the roof and tore holes in it. This job was going to have to move quickly. Through the holes, Michael could see the sky turning grey and could hear the rumble of far away thunder. Miss Mabel was going to have to go without her porch for at least another week. "I guess Miss Mabel won't be sitting out here for awhile." Michael was about to agree when he turned around to see Jada standing behind him with that smile and her sun dress, without the name tag, clinging to her skin from the late afternoon humidity. "Yeah, I guess she is. Um...how did you get in here?" Jada held up a key ring with a small teddy bear attached to it. Michael didn't know which key was for Miss Mabel's door, but it was clear it was on there. "Miss Mabel is my grandmother. It took me a second to realize you were talking about granny May though." "Granny May huh? When were you gonna say something?" "Well, I wanted to make sure you were talking about my grandmother. I figured I'd ask her when I saw her later on today. I didn't think you'd still be here." "Oh," Michael said. It was starting to rain, a fine drizzle that nonetheless was misting the inside of Miss Mabel's porch and coating everything with a thin sheen of water. He tried to keep his eyes on Jada's eyes and mouth as the light rain pressed her thin sun dress against her skin. The thick dark circles of her nipples were visible through her clothes if you were to stare. Michael was trying his best not to. "So, if you're Miss Mabel's..." "Oh, I grew up with my mother on the west side. Still, granny Mabel was my only grandmother. As soon as I was out of school, I came here to help her out." "Oh, so that's why I've never seen you around here." Jada pressed herself against Michael, between him and the wall. The rough brick wall grabbed her dress, it slid up and for the briefest of moments, Michael could see a flash of tan where her panties curved between her legs to disappear beneath and behind her. He looked up before she moved into a position where he would be staring stupidly down her dress, right into her soft brown eyes and that inviting smile. "And now that you've seen me?" Michael had to lean into her to lay aside his tools and the two-by-four he'd been maneuvering into position. The clean smell of her skin and the sweet smell of summer rain rose to his nostrils, making his head swim. "I wished I'd known you growing up." Michael could feel her hands press against the small of his back in a demure embrace. Without realizing it, he matched her by placing his own hands above her hips, something he didn't realize until he felt the wet fabric of her dress against his palms. Michael was about to say something. Something witty, something funny, something to make her flash him that smile again. Instead, she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was sudden, but had the slow, easy pace of a jazz tune. He explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue as he inhaled her sweet breath and pressed her closer against him. Separating, she looked up at him. They were nose-to-nose and he couldn't see her smile, but he could see it's reflection in her eyes. "So," he said. "Do you want to head back to my place? Before 'Granny May' comes home and sees me violating her sweet little granddaughter?" Michael meant it to be a joke, but the idea of Miss Mabel coming home and catching him and her granddaughter "in the act" seemed less funny once he'd spoken the possibility aloud. "That won't happen. I just dropped her off at choir rehearsal. She won't be back for hours." Jada stepped out of one of her sandals and stroked the back of Michael's calf with her bare heel. Michael was about to respond, but she slipped her tongue across her lips to wet them and he chased it back inside her mouth with his own. The rythym of their kiss was natural, with the feel of a dance. Jada's foot moved higher and higher along the back of Michael's leg until he could feel the soft press of her panties against the rough fabric of his jeans. It was a sensation not so much felt as "sensed", the give of her body as he pulled her to him, the way she sighed when he pushed his hips forward and she pushed back, both of them yearning for entry in ways that their current state of dress would not allow. Michael was dressed simply, in jeans and a t-shirt. Jada's clothing gave her more freedom, but wet from the rain, plastered itself into every crease and valley of her body, adding weight where they wanted only the touch of skin against skin. The tempo of the rain outside began to pick up and Michael looked up into the weeping sky. The porch offered little protection from the rain but, it being early August, the rain was as warm as bath water. "Mmm, do you want to go somewhere," Michael asked? "No," Jada said between warm kisses on his lips and neck, "I love the rain." Michael kissed her with increasing intensity as he struggled to keep from peeling her damp dress away from her body, leaving her naked and wet on her grandmother's front porch. "Go ahead," Jada said softly. Michael understood her only a heartbeat before she made herself clear. "Do it right here." The rain pulsed and throbbed in time with Michael's heartbeat as he lowered himself to his knees and places his hands on Jada's hips, beneath her dress. She groaned slightly as he peeled her damp panties away from her body by hooking his fingers beneath the elastic band and sliding his hands down the smooth curvature of her thighs. She stepped out of them as soon as he'd pulled them below her knees. The gesture caused her to raise her leg over his shoulder, giving Michael an unobscured view of her pussy. It was smooth and the hair there was sparse, perhaps owing to her age or an indication that she took a more "complete" approach to the appearance of her body. A small jeweled hoop glittered from between the folds of her, hanging playfully from her pierced clit. Before Jada could place her foot on the floorboards, Michael had leaned forward and taken the small piece of jewelry in his mouth. Sliding his tongue forward over the metal hoop and beyond into the silky crevice where it hung caused an immediate reaction in Jada. She moaned, loud and without restraint, the timbre of it escalating into a young scream at the end, when the sudden arching of her spine brought the back of her head to meet the wall with a soft thud. Michael latched on to her, taking her clit in his lips and using the tip of his tongue to pull the hoop back and forth. She dug her heel into the center of his back, she gripped the back of his skull tightly and pressed her hips against his face. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps and escaped as low moans. Michael could feel her excitement growing as her fluids ran down his chin and dripped onto his neck and chest. He licked her faster, probing her with his tongue and trying to catch the flood that was escaping her. Jada shuddered and the movements of her hips became spasmodic as her body took control from her and surrendered it all in an instant. Jada's orgasm began quietly but, as though on cue, the skies opened up with a flash of blue followed by the distant rumble of thunder. Rain pounded down on the both of them and the sensation of warm rain against her body coupled with her own silent downpour tore a scream from somewhere in Jada's chest. Michael gave her one last, long kiss between her thighs and rose to kiss her lips. He supported her with his hands on her ass and she wrapped her legs around him. His shirt wet from the rain and the fruits of his labor, Jada could see his chest muscles tighten and bulge as he took responsibility for her weight. His breathing never so much as paused as he lifted her easily and pressed her against the wall. Moving quickly, Jada unbuckled and unfastened Michael's jeans. Her fingers moved with urgency and precision, removing clothing until she could feel the warm, hard length of him in both hands. Michael pulled air through his teeth as her rain-slicked hands gripped him and pulled her to him. She sighed in response as the throbbing tip of him encountered her tender lips and parted them in a single, liquid stroke. Once inside her, the both of them found their voice and the rain kept time. Michael's hips pumped up and down as he slipped in and out of her at a sure, knowing pace. Jada raked her nails across Michael's back, the wet fabric of his shirt bunching in her hands. All the while, rain steadily caressed them, snaking in and out of their lovemaking in quicksilver rivulets. "Faster," Jada sighed into Michael's ear and his body responded immediately. She could feel the strain in his muscles as they hardened against her smaller, softer body. The gentle collision of his rough muscle against her tender flesh left a firm imprint, warm and lingering between thrusts. Jada curled her toes as she felt her insides twisting and contracting, centering on the spot where he invaded her. The orgasm building in her was slow and threatening, promising to do shameful and wonderful things. Even as her short, squealing gasps for breath rose into a steady, ragged scream, she smiled in expectation of falling over the edge. Michael's own breathing became harsher, more forceful. His steady rythym became fast and jagged, massaging an ache into Jada's thighs and womb. Swollen to the point of bursting, he drove himself into her. He could feel her dress snagging and tearing on the rough brick wall he held her against but neither that nor her halting, stuttered moans could compel him to stop. "Yes...fuck....mmmmm" Jada said as her orgasm took her away from him. Turning her face up towards the falling rain, her body began to shake and tighten so fiercely that he couldn't keep up with her. Her heat enveloped him, wetness was all around him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he dug his fingers into her spasming body and, holding her to him, emptied himself inside her. The sensation was so extreme that it was as though she was matching his flood drop for drop and the both of them screamed each other's name before slumping to the floor, raindrops easing their descent to the rough-hewn floorboards of Miss Mabel's dilapidated front porch. He held her until the rain stopped. She let herself be held until the clouds parted and the sun, weakly at first, then with growing confidence, shone down on the two of them in their embrace. Summer Rain It was Saturday morning when we decided to spend the day at the park and have a picnic. I made chicken club sandwiches, and cut up some berries for fruit salad, and added a small container of smoked almonds, roasted peanuts and salted cashews to snack on. We decided to get cold sodas from the store on the way. I was dressed in my pink sundress, and matching flip flops, my hair up in a loose pony tail. You were wearing a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. Even though it was a bit cloudy out, it was already muggy at ten am. I made sure to grab the sun block and aloe, just in case. There are only a few people at the park when we get there. There was a father and son playing catch, woman jogging and a group of teenagers with a Frisbee. We find a semi secluded spot away from everyone else, and spread out our large picnic blanket. We laid together, my head on your shoulder, our legs entwined. Your arm was around me, rubbing your fingers up and down my arm, my hand settled on your chest, rubbing soft circles along your ribs. Your other arm was holding my leg over yours, gently playing with the fabric of my dress on my hip. We just chatted for a while, enjoying being together, our bodies close. Eventually we ate our food, sensuously feeding each other the fruit and nuts. I was sitting in your lap with you leaned back on your arms. Some of the fruit juice dribbled down your chin, and I licked it off. I could feel myself getting wet for you, when your tongue slid down my palm and tickled my wrist. I looked at you and smiled, wiggling my hips. You groaned and pulled me down on top of you, kissing me hard. Our hot mouths played against each other when the warm rain began to fall, hard and fast. We were completely soaked within seconds. I pulled my lips from yours and looked around. Everyone had scattered and we were alone in the pouring rain. I looked down at you staring up at me. "Fuck me, David." I said. I lifted my ass up off your hips and gathered the bottom of my long skirt in my hands. Slowly I pulled the wet material over my head and dropped it beside us on the blanket. "Oh...Julie! Woman, you are so sexy." You sat up and kissed me, cupping my large breasts in your hands, squeezing and kneading them. I moaned, squirming in your lap, loving the feeling and the sensations of the rain hitting my sensitive back and butt. The slightest tickling sensation puts me on edge, and the endless drops of warm rain felt fantastic. You tweaked my nipples and put one in your hot mouth. My back arched above you and I held your head to my breast, crying out softly when you bit the tip of my nipple, sending sparks all through my whole body. "David...oh yes..." I moaned, my head back, I rocked my hips, grinding my bare mound against the rough material of your khaki's and your hardening cock. "I need inside you." You growled, rocking your hips up against me. I pulled your t-shirt up and stood up as I pulled it over your head. You kicked off your shorts and grabbed my hips before I could sit back down on you. You pulled my pussy to your mouth, so that I was standing over you in the rain, unable to move as you licked and teased my pussy lips. You dragged your tongue over my clit, and I moaned, arching my hips. You pulled me tighter against your mouth, your hands on my ass. My knees started to shake when you pulled my swollen clit into your hot mouth and sucked hard, stabbing at it with your tongue. My juices poured onto your chin as I cried out, wiggling. I tried to pull your head away, but my arms were too weak from the pleasure. I tilted my head back and cried out when you slid a finger inside me. The rain hit my face, sliding over my body as your fingers slid over and over inside me, until I came all over your circling tongue. My legs turned to rubber, and aftershocks rocked through my body as you lowered me back down to you. "Ride me, baby." You said, pushing my hips down until I was settled over your cock and felt the thickness separate my still sensitive lips. Gravity and your hands on my hips caused me to slide down on you slowly, as we both cried out. When we were settled, you deep inside me, I kissed you, and you pulled me over until we were both laying down, the warm rain beating down on us, but neither one of us wanted it slow this time. You used your hands and pulled me up and down on your cock, quickly and deeply, over and over. My nipples rubbed against your hard chest and only aroused me even more. I rocked my hips, grinding our pubic bones together, rubbing my clit against you as we began to move faster. I moan and cried out every time you pushed my body down on you, because you were the one in control. "Sit up, Jewels...sit on me." You whispered. I sat up again, and you reached one hand down and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge within seconds. I screamed, and shuddered, but you didn't stop. "David...David...oh...I'm still going...oh yes!" I shouted. You slid me up on your cock, and just when I was going to climax again, you suddenly removed your hands from my hips, gravity dropping me back down on my cock. You grabbed my hips again, pulling me up and dropping me back down on you, over and over again while I kept cumming. "Oh FUCK!" You growled, "Your so tight baby!" "I'm creaming all over your cock...ohhh...yes!" You bucked your hips up as I slammed down, shuddering and pulsing all over your cock, screaming my pleasure into the pouring rain. "I'm going to cum...Jewels...Jewels!" You shouted my name, pulling me down on you over and over again as you bucked your hips up, spilling your seed deep inside me, growling in pleasure. Feeling you explode inside me made me climax again, one last time, moaning and shaking. You pulled me down for a passionate kiss. We rested in the warm rain, me on top of you for several minutes. Eventually we put our clothes back on and packed up our stuff. We walked, laughing and holding hands, back to the car. "We will have to do that again sometime, my love." I said. I leaned over and kissed you as we pulled out of the park and headed home for more fun.