0 comments/ 62829 views/ 0 favorites Running in the Rain By: Dancing Sprite Denise half leaned, half collapsed against the old door. Wet from head to toe, she shivered in the cold gusts of wind and cursed herself again for ignoring the weather forecast. And the dark clouds on the eastern horizon when she had set out on her three-mile run. Idiot, she chided herself, why couldn't you wait until tomorrow? The downpour had started less than two minutes ago, about halfway through her run. At first the cool drops had felt good on her hot skin. Then they had gotten larger and colder, making her run faster, trying to reach the old barn before she was completely soaked. But she had lost that race. Now, with her skimpy jogging outfit plastered to her skin, she felt cold and miserable and longed to be back home, in her warm bed, with her boyfriend by her side, or on top of her, or . . . "Thank God for small favors," she muttered to herself when she tried the knob and, to her surprise, found the door unlocked. She slipped in and closed the door again, briefly wondering if the owner would mind. Probably not. Denise had run past this barn dozens of times, but had never stopped to venture inside. Hadn't even thought about what might be inside. When her eyes adjusted to the semidarkness, she took a quick inventory. Bales of hay stacked up in the back, almost reaching the ceiling; more bales scattered around haphazardly in front of the stack; a small workbench and a few tools in the corner to her right; loose hay scattered knee-high to her left, an old blanket spread out on top of it; above the blanket, one small window that looked like it hadn't been washed since Reagan was president. Not exactly the Ritz, she thought, but it's dry. Dry! A drop running down her forehead, then down her nose and falling from the tip reminded her why she had come in in the first place. She shook her head vigorously and sent droplets flying in all directions. Once out of the cold wind, she wasn't shivering anymore, but her wet and clammy cloths made her feel cold to the bone. She hesitated briefly, then pulled her t-shirt over her head, wrung the water out of it as best she could, and draped it neatly over a bale of hay to dry. Her tight shorts went onto another bale. She even placed her running shoes on a bale, although she doubted that the vicinity of the hay would do anything to get the water out of them. A quick glance out of the window convinced her that there was nobody else around -- who else would be stupid enough to run in this kind of weather? Satisfied that she would have the barn all to herself, she finally slid her panties down her long, muscular legs and repeated the wringing ceremony one last time. Stark naked, still wet, but not as cold anymore, she walked over to the blanket. Except for a few stains it appeared clean enough. She looked hard at the stains, but the dim light made it impossible to tell what they were. Spilled beer? Cum stains? Who cared anyway. She lay down and rolled around on the blanket until the coarse material had soaked up most of the moisture from her skin. When she came to rest on her back, she felt almost warm again. After a few minutes, her thoughts went back to her boyfriend and what he would do with her if he could see her now. She imagined his hands caressing her body, his lips on hers, her tongue in his mouth or his tongue in hers, and involuntarily brought her hands up to her breasts. Small breasts for sure, barely B-size, but so firm she never needed to wear a bra. Never. Too bad Jimmy didn't pay them the attention they deserved. What the heck, she thought, I can take care of them myself as long as he takes good care of my pussy. Meanwhile, her hands moving tenderly back and forth over her breasts had had an effect. Her nipples stood up proudly and poked her palms, sending little waves of pleasure through her body whenever she moved her hands. And Denise was an expert at making these waves grow, making each one just a little bit more intense than the one before it, until the final wave swept her away and made her explode in a powerful orgasm that left her breathless and exhausted. Denise slowly, almost reluctantly, released her right breast and slid her hand down her flat belly until her fingers felt the little triangle of hair that pointed the way to her pleasure center. She toyed briefly with her pubic hair before she moved her hand farther down and ran her middle finger through the gap between her moist and swollen pussy lips. She sighed softly, wishing it was her boyfriend's dick getting ready to penetrate her, and spread her legs wide. Her middle finger found the entrance and slipped right in while the palm of her hand came to rest lightly on her pubic mound. Responding as if on their own, her hips bucked up and bumped into her hand, sending a shock wave from her sensitive clit all through her pelvis. Her hips and right hand cooperated perfectly and increased both the intensity and the frequency of the shock waves. Her left hand remained on her chest, traveling back and forth between the twin mounds, alternately caressing the sensitive flesh and pulling lightly on her fully erect nipples. Denise felt her juices leaking out of her pussy and running down the crack of her ass, gathering in a wet patch on the blanket. Beer stains, she giggled. Not exactly the most likely explanation for the other stains. The thought slipped away as fast as it had come and she concentrated on her handiwork again. First one, then another finger joined the one already lodged in her pussy. Her hips increased their tempo, pushing her clit against the palm of her hand with each thrust. Just when she felt the first tinges of an orgasm set in, she heard the sound of footsteps in front of the barn door. More than one set of feet, from the sound of it. For a moment, she considered scrambling back into her cloths, her panties at least, but she was too close to getting off to stop now. She had been here first; if some latecomer didn't like what she was doing, too bad. In any case it wouldn't be the first time that somebody watched her jacking off or having sex. The thought of having a couple of strangers walk in on her pushed her over the edge. Her hips jerked up violently one last time, her hand crashed into her clit, and she screamed with pleasure while she collapsed on the blanket, jerking uncontrollably. She never heard the barn door open and was only dimly aware of human voices, first cursing the rain, then gasping unintelligibly, probably at the sight of her naked, writhing body. But dealing with their presence would have to wait until her orgasm subsided and she could think rationally again. When Denise finally gathered enough strength to pull her fingers out of her pussy and open her eyes, she found herself sharing the barn with three men, apparently runners who had been surprised by the rain, just like herself. Still breathing hard, she sized them up quickly. The oldest one of the guys was obviously embarrassed, not wanting to look at her, but not knowing where else to look either. Probably married and faithful to his wife, she thought. The fool doesn't know how much fun he's missing. The other two looked more promising, about ten years younger than the first, early 20s, Denise estimated, and unable to keep their eyes off her body. "Hi guys!" She smiled brightly at them. "I didn't know I had an audience." "Sorry 'bout that." The senior of the group tried to return her smile but failed, still too embarrassed. "I wasn't . . . We didn't mean to . . ." "That's okay," Denise cut him off. "I hope you enjoyed the show. What's your name?" "Joe. And I'm married." "No problem, Joe, I'm not jealous. Name's Denise." She looked at the other two guys and they introduced themselves as Steve and Andy. None of them mentioned a wife or a girlfriend. "Pleasure to meet you guys. Why don't you take those wet cloths off before you catch a cold?" Joe was dumbfounded. While he still debated with himself if he should strip in front of his friends and a stranger, Steve and Andy followed her suggestion rather enthusiastically. Within half a minute they were completely naked, their cloths thrown heedlessly on the ground and their shoes kicked after them for good measure. "Come on, Joe!" Denise teased him, now sitting upright in the center of the blanket, her arms resting on her slightly spread legs. "You are not prudish, are you?" Joe looked from Denise to Steve to Andy, all of them naked, and shrugged his shoulders. He stripped quickly and sat down on the bale of hay that was farthest from the blanket, pressing his thighs together to keep his swelling dick down. "You'll dry much faster if you roll around on the blanket a couple of times," she suggested and moved out of the way. Steve and Andy jumped on the makeshift bed and stretched out. Denise watched them roll around and was pleased to see their dicks getting hard. "Won't you join us?" she asked Joe with a bit of pique in her voice, wondering if he really wasn't the least bit interested in her body. "Thanks, I'm fine." Denise shrugged and returned her attention to the two male bodies next to her. Both had sat up and faced her, openly admiring her physique. "Your tits are so cute!" Steve couldn't contain himself any longer. "They're called breasts, you chauvinist pig," Andy chided him in mock disgust. Denise laughed out loud. "That's alright, call them tits if you like. That's what I call them -- unless I'm talking to my grandmother." She arched her back to make them stand out more prominently. "Want to touch them?" "May I?" Steve was kneeling by her side before she had a chance to answer. She just smiled, let herself sink down on the blanket and folded her hands behind her head. Steve took that to mean Yes. He leaned forward and placed his hand on her belly, then moved it up in little circles until he reached the edge of her left breast. At the same time, he let his tongue dance around her right nipple, moving closer and closer. "Yeah, that feels good," Denise encouraged him. She gasped when his lips finally closed over her nipple and his tongue caressed it lightly. Another gasp when he started to suck on it. "You don't need both of them, do you?" Andy had moved in and pushed Steve's hand away from her breast. Steve's reply was unintelligible, but he did pull his hand back. Andy wasted no time and wrapped his lips around the just-released nipple, sucking and licking it alternately. Trusting that her tits would be taken care of expertly, Steve decided to move on to her pussy. He let the other nipple slip out of his mouth, positioned himself between her legs, and pushed them so far apart that her pussy lips parted, revealing her erect clit and soaking vagina. He dove right in and licked up as much of her juices as he could, then spread her lips even farther with his thumbs and began to explore her with his tongue. Meanwhile, Andy had taken over both of her tits as expected. He kissed his way from nipple to nipple and back again, leaving traces of his saliva all over her chest. Denise squirmed under the assault of two tongues and four hands. Her continuous moans and the occasional scream of pleasure told the guys they were on the right track and motivated them to keep going. "Fuck me now!" Denise demanded between gasps. "Steve! Andy! Anybody!" Steve was in the best position to comply. He withdrew his tongue, swallowed the pussy juice that was in his mouth, and got ready to penetrate her. Holding her pussy lips apart, he placed the tip of his rock-hard dick at her entrance and thrust his hips forward until their pelvic bones collided. Denise let out another scream of pleasure and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in even deeper. When Steve rammed his dick into her pussy, Andy gave up his attempt to keep his lips on her tits. The way she was thrashing around, it just wouldn't be possible. He stretched his back to work the stiffness out, then knelt down by her head and offered her his dick to suck on. Denise reached out and guided it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and traced the sensitive ridge of the head with her tongue. Andy was in heaven. Her expert tongue dancing around his dick, the exquisite suction, and her hand massaging the shaft and occasionally tickling his balls were exciting him more than anything he had experienced before. His gaze jumped back and forth between Denise's mouth with his own dick sticking in it and her pussy, which Steve was fucking with hard and fast strokes, groaning each time he thrust his hips forward. He fought the urge to push his dick deeper into her mouth, trying to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. Watching his friend getting a blowjob right before his eyes was a new experience for Steve. Combined with Denise's tight pussy squeezing his dick, the sight of her mouth and hand working on Andy's dick aroused him so much that he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I'm coming!" Steve grunted when he felt his orgasm set in. He thrust his dick into her as far as it would go and began filling her pussy with his cum. With each jerk of his hips he let out a hoarse grunt until his load was spent and his dick deflated slowly. When he felt her legs slip off his back, he took his cue and pulled out of her. He collapsed by her side, panting heavily. "Wow, baby, that was fantastic," was all he managed to say -- which didn't matter since Denise wasn't listening. She let her head fall back on the blanket, releasing Andy's dick from her mouth with an audible popping sound. "Your turn," she panted. "Hurry up!" Andy was delighted. When Steve had positioned himself between her legs, he had expected to get no more than a blowjob. "Thanks, darling." He grinned from ear to ear while he climbed on top of her. Denise reached down between their bodies and guided his dick into her pussy, obviously not wanting to lose her momentum. Andy didn't need any further encouragement. He fucked her hard and fast, knowing he wouldn't last long. Her oral ministrations had brought him close to the edge and her tight pussy, enveloping his dick like a velvet glove, would finish him off in no time flat. Denise, close to another orgasm herself, sensed his urgency and met each thrust of his hips with one of her own. "Yeah! Fuck me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt the first waves of a new orgasm radiating out from her clit. "Fuck me! I'm coming! Fuck me hard!" Her wild screams robbed Andy of the last bit of self-control he might have mustered otherwise. He drove his dick into her to the hilt and flooded her pussy with his cum. Drained of all his strength, he barely managed to roll off her and collapsed by her side, both of them breathing heavily and enjoying the warm afterglow of their orgasms. "I don't mean to interrupt you guys, but it's not raining anymore." Joe's words finally got through to them. They lifted their heads simultaneously and looked out of the window. He was right. Even a tiny patch of blue sky could be seen, although it would surely be swallowed by the clouds before long. Joe and Steve had already put their wet cloths back on and were obviously waiting for Andy to do the same. He was in no hurry, though. He wrapped his arms around Denise and kissed her tenderly. "Thanks, babe, that was wonderful." "And thanks to you," she said, turning around and gathering her jogging outfit off the hay. "Joe, I really admire your willpower. Ain't many guys who turn down a chance to screw me." "Don't take it personally, Denise. I just don't cheat on my wife." "You should. Occasionally. You're missing a lot of fun." "Whatever. Come on, guys, let's finish this run before the rain starts again." Joe opened the door and took off, obediently followed by Steve and Andy, who waved their good-byes and wished Denise a great day. Denise closed the door and ran in the opposite direction, eager to get back home and under the shower with her boyfriend. Just have to keep his nose away from my pussy for a while, she chuckled. Running in the Rain Brodie and Skye glanced at each other across the conference table and quickly looked away, for the third time. Once was an accident, twice could be forgiven as a mistake, but three times meant definite interest. This trip was the culmination of a three month long flirtation that had begun as soon as Skye started with the firm. Young, bright and assertive, she had certainly made her mark professionally. Everyone at the office had been amazed when her boss, Brodie Mclean had asked her to accompany him to the meeting in Bermuda. It was the trip of a life time for most of the employees and, just in the door, Skye should have been bottom of the list. Still, thought Skye, she really had earned this opportunity, having poured her life and soul into the firm from the minute she stepped through the door. She stole a fourth slightly-too-long glance at her boss as he gave the well prepared presentation to the group. He easily engaged their attention with his air of authority, easy manner and sense of humour. He was an impressive physical presence too; he was tall, with broad shoulders, dwarfing the other men at the table. Skye gave an almost inaudible sigh and tried to drag her attention back to note-taking and watching the reactions of the others to the pitch. Brodie stole another glance at Skye and was, once again, almost put off his presentation. This time it was the lacy top of a silk stocking that had caught his eye and diverted his attention from the task at hand. This damned girl was ruining his pitch! He had his reservations about bringing her along on this excursion, worrying that he was letting his attraction towards her affect his professional judgement. She had worked very hard though, and her help with the presentation had been invaluable. The clients were lapping it up. +++ As they walked out of the stuffy office and into the vibrant Bermuda streets, Brodie and Skye were elated. The allowed themselves a victory high five. Brodie felt as if he was walking on air, and Skye felt fit to burst with happiness. The pitch had gone well and now they could enjoy a little bit of luxury before heading home. "Fancy a walk?" asked Brodie. Skye, intoxicated by success, had other ideas. "Fancy a drink?" she boldly proposed to her boss. He smiled his easy, winning smile. "Why not! A bit of fresh air first won't do us any harm though - why don't we walk back towards the hotel and get a drink near there." They walked companionably through the streets, marvelling at the sparkling water in the harbour, the majestic sailing boats, brightly coloured birds and flowers, and the pastel houses with the white roofs that were omnipresent. After ten minutes of glorious sunshine, large black clouds appeared as if from nowhere and a stiff breeze picked up. Bermuda's infamously changeable weather was turning on them. Skye gave an involuntary shiver in response to the squall. Her nipples hardened in response to the cold and with some embarrassment she realised that they were clearly visible beneath the thin material of her white blouse. This fact had not escaped Brodie, who felt a jolt of desire course through his body. "Perhaps we'd better..." Brodie didn't even finish his sentence before the heavens opened and torrents of rain fell relentlessly from the sky. "Run!" He grabbed her hand. Brodie, unencumbered by his suit and sensible shoes made good headway. He was surprised to find that Skye, despite her stiletto heels and skirt did a reasonable job keeping up with him - years of track-training had prepared her well. Skye felt her hair and blouse begin to stick flat to her body. The exertion made her hot and sweaty but the cool rain soaked her silk stockings and pleated skirt. Brodie began to heat up inside his suit. Too late, he realised he should give Skye his jacket, and quickly draped the jacket over her saturated blouse. As they reached Skye's hotel's lobby, both were drenched, panting and laughing uncontrollably. "I'm not sure I'm in fit state for the bar now!" laughed Brodie. They stared at each other, a few too many seconds too long. Skye weighed him up, as if making a decision. "You could always dry off in my room." Brodie looked at her, surprised. He saw her pupils dilate perceptibly, her lips part. She was still out of breath and she was gazing steadily up at him, head slightly tilted, a smile playing on the corner of her lips, almost daring him. "Sure," he nodded. She grabbed his hand and led him to the lift. As soon as the doors slid closed she stood on her tip toes, leaning her soaking wet body against him and lightly brushed his lips with hers. His body responded immediately, but before he could do anything, the doors of the lift opened. Skye took him by the hand and led him into her room. He closed the door behind him, any doubt about what was going to happen next removed. He walked right up to her, very close, so that she had to look up to him in that way that he found so alluring. Suddenly she was in his arms. He kissed her passionately and pushed her up against the wall. His hands curled around the wet strands of her long hair and he firmly tugged her head back so that he could kiss her neck. She sighed with pleasure. He cupped a firm breast in his hands, enjoying the feeling of her stiff nipple against the sopping fabric of her blouse. She reached up to slowly unbutton his shirt, peeling the drenched cotton from his torso, admiring his strong frame, broad shoulders and hairy chest. She reached further down to fondle the bulge at his crotch. He moaned in pleasure but then grabbed both of her hands and pinned them firmly above her head. His hands were much bigger than hers and he could easily pin both wrists with one, leaving his other hand free to explore. He slowly, lazily stroked one hand up the inside of her hold-up stocking, stopping to finger the lace at the top. He then continued upwards, onto the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh as she wriggled in his strong grip. As he reached her crotch she abruptly stopped wriggling and gasped as he traced one finger up the middle of her silky shorts, grazing her clit and making her legs tremble. He traced this path several times, enjoying watching her breasts heave against her blouse as she gasped. His hand found the top of her shorts and he slipped his hand inside, directly over her swelling clit and down to her labia, where he fondled her very gently. He watched her bite her lip and arch her back in response. He was gratified to find that she was already slightly wet. His finger slipped inside her, then back up to her clit, using her wetness to glide his fingers over her clit in a teasing pattern. He released her hands and she grabbed his head and pulled it down for a long passionate kiss that made his cock jump to attention. She gently kissed his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, enjoying the fact that his hand continued to play with her. She undid his belt and trousers, pushing him firmly towards the bed. She straddled him and began to firmly stroke his cock. He undid her blouse and pulled up her bra to expose her breasts, so that he could suck on and bite her nipples. She threw back her head and moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Noting her reaction to the rough play, he grabbed her wrists and held them firmly behind her back as he slid two fingers inside her and stroked her in a firm, 'come-hither' motion that drove her wild with ecstasy. He stroked her G-spot over and over, harder and harder until she was suddenly coming, screaming his name and collapsing on top of him with the effort of her orgasm. His cock was now rock hard and straining to be part of the action. Seeing the lustful look in his eye, she stepped briefly away from him and sank to her knees. Locking her eyes on his, she licked her luscious lips very slowly, and saw his cock twitch in anticipation. She lowered her mouth to his cock, and suddenly swallowed him as far as she could without gagging. She swirled her tongue over the head before sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, enjoying the different sensations on her tongue. Brodie struggled to keep control as his beautiful colleague pleasured him, lightly cupping and tickling his balls as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly she stopped and stood up. She slipped the silky shorts from under her skirt, allowing them to fall to the floor. She straddled him and lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing cock. As she slid carefully down his length he grabbed her hips and thrusted firmly all the way inside her, almost making her come again with the erotic violence of the gesture. They rocked together, finding a rhythm that began to build both of their pleasure. Not quite finding his release, Brodie abruptly lifted her away and stood up behind her. She kneeled on the bed and glanced over her shoulder to see him. He took a moment to observe and admire her. Her wet hair was slicked to her head. Her blouse was moist and stuck to her skin, and as she turned towards him he could see her exposed breasts jutting proudly forwards. Her skirt was bunched up towards her waist and the silk stockings were clearly visible. Her high heels completed the good-office-girl-turned bad look that filled him with lust. She looked back at him - his hair wet as if fresh from the shower, his skin gleaming with sweat, and his hard cock protruding from his trousers in a filthy, slightly obscene manner that made her shiver with desire. Slowly, she leaned forward so that she was on all fours. She arched her back, causing the skirt to ride up further and exposing her fully to him. He admired her for a second longer before stepping forward, grabbing her hips and thrusting himself deeply into her, right to the hilt. He fucked her in a slow, merciless rhythm, and she pushed back to meet him each time. To keep her senses engaged, he alternated stinging spanks on her exposed ass, rough pinching of her nipples, hard tugging on her wet hair and slow soothing caresses of her clit. The variety of sensations sent her completely over the edge and she came hard, twice in quick succession, before collapsing exhausted onto the bed. He lay on top of her, his legs outside of hers, squeezing her legs together to make her feel as tight for him as possible. He quickened his rhythm and found the friction he needed to take him over the edge, coming inside her with spurt after spurt of sheer pleasure. Afterwards he lay on top of her and she enjoyed the weight of him holding her to the bed. He rolled off her and they lay together on the bed, panting. Skye heard Brodie's breathing slow and it was clear that he fallen immediately into a deep sleep. +++ When he woke Brodie heard the torrential rain still beating hard against the hotel balcony windows. He was momentarily disorientated, but quickly remembered the afternoon's events when he saw Skye walk into the room. She was fully made up, with her dry hair in a neat bun. She was wearing a different, uncreased, fully dry outfit with new stockings and high heels. She looked at him uncertainly, unsure of what to do or say next. He looked at the hammering rain, then back at Skye in her nice clean outfit, and grinned. "Fancy a walk outside?"