2 comments/ 11947 views/ 2 favorites Rain Dance By: archibael Rain Dance Okay, now I know I shouldn't have done this. Let me set the stage for you: it's 95 degrees (a mere 89 in the shade!), and I'm 4800 feet above sea level. Not that there's an actual sea for hundreds of miles. Or any water at all, damn near. I'm sure a nineteenth century explorer or a Native American shaman or botany professor could scare up some agua by slicing open one of these plants or digging a hole or sucking the blood from a gila monster, but I'm none of these things. I'm an amateur hiker-- and a stupid one, at that, judging from my predicament. Spring break in Arizona had sounded like such a great idea. Chicago was still getting flurries, and going home to Michigan didn't seem much better, judging from the plaintive noises my mother was making over the phone. No, getting the fuck out of this weather entailed more drastic measures-- and you couldn't do much better than the desert, I'd thought. My buddy Joel, who graduated a couple of years ago, has a house in Phoenix, and he had said I could crash there while he was in the Caribbean with his immensely hot girlfriend. I'd bought tickets for the earliest date possible, and after my last final had grabbed my suitcase and raced to the airport. It had been evident I'd not been the only one with this idea, though; this town is packed with transients soaking up the sun before returning to whatever frigid environs they hail from. The end result is that everything is incredibly crowded and it's difficult to get the bartenders to even serve you unless you have something with tits attached to your arm. And who really needs beer when you've got something with tits attached to your arm? That's the way I see it, anyway. The point is that I had gotten bored with the whole downtown scene in both Phoenix and Tempe, and I'd looked for something else to do. The city is surrounded by mountains, so I had decided to give hiking a try. I'm from a flat state, so it was all new to me. For which I hope some deity will grant me a plea of "guilty by ignorance", since what sane region of the planet has near-hundred degree temperatures in April? So here I am, empty Arrowhead bottle in my hand, three quarters of the way up some feature dubbed "the Flatiron" by the local yokels, thirsty as hell, and there's a naked chick furiously masturbating in a pool of water. A pool. A naked chick. I've seen those old cartoons where Daffy Duck treads the desert, sees a beautiful pondful of refreshing water, and leaps into it, getting a mouthful of sand in the bargain. I've seen those cartoons, and I ain't playing. I may be ignorant of the desert ways, and stupid for not checking the temperature, but one thing I am not is gullible. And there is no pool at the top of this mountain, and no cutie getting her jollies in it, and she is not looking at me right now with a startled look on her face. Which doesn't explain why when this mirage lady beckons me with her eyes (how else can I describe it?), I walk slowly but purposefully toward her. I stop several feet away, and try to look at her aqua-blues (not, not NOT her breasts!) as she looks me over, up and down. She nods once, barely, and for just that instant I can read into the back of her head and the words written there are, "You'll do." I'm trying to resist, now, because I know this is not happening, this is some bizarre tailspin my head is going into because it's been hours since I've had water and months since I've been laid and it's not gonna help my thirst for either if I swim around in the hot sand and gravel and fill my mouth and lungs with dust. Idiot Midwestern Hiker Dies Fucking Dirt, the headlines would read. Or should. But, gods help me, I'm on my knees and splashing into her pool and drinking deeply of her. And it's refreshing, it really is; she tastes like summer, and I try to get all those warm days in my mouth. She is silent the whole time, and I'd wonder if I'm even doing things right (you can forget after awhile; it ain't like riding a bike!), but it's evident my lips and tongue are having some effect, since her hips are actively rocking back and forth. I can't count the number of times she fucks my face, but I do know that as she comes down each time, she opens those eyes again and I just wait passively on my knees in the pool for her appetite to return. On the last time, she thrashes so hard her cunt drops into the depths of the pool, and I dive after it, and her thighs lock around my neck and I'm drowning, but I don't care, because it's cool, the drowning, and I'll be smelling summer forevermore. I think I pass out, then, but it seems like instants later that I awaken to find her sunning herself on a rock near the edge of the water, looking down at me and humming something. I smile at her, and she smiles back at me, and it's then that I see that her teeth are sharp and pointy, like those of a shark. I back away, then. I can tell she knows what's freaking me out, but she doesn't care-- only grins wider-- and locks me in with her gaze once more. I freeze, and my half-crawl back slowly collapses into something more neutral. This time, it is she that approaches me, and I can't tell you how terrified I am when that set of blades in her mouth is surrounding my cock, but despite my terror I'm hard as hell for what I'm hoping fervently is not the last time. She doesn't spend much time down there, just enough to get me pulsing with eagerness. Then she removes her mouth and slides up me like oil and she's wet (of course she's wet, we're in a pool, but that's not what I meant) and I'm inside her, absently hoping she doesn't have a matching set of scary teeth in other orifices, and I know that she doesn't need them, because if I tried to stop now it would kill me. This isn't lust or even mere desire, this is a ritual dance, its moves set eons ago, and there's been no escaping this eventuality since the moment she saw me. I surrender to her, and she rides me, eyes open and ablaze, watching my every reaction as if logging it for later perusal, and soon I am out of control. I slam her back into the rock she was lying on with a violence which surprises me, and which should have hurt her. She loves it, though, and wraps both legs around my waist, rolling me into the surrounding sand until I wind up on top. I can see, at long last, that this is what she wants, craves, needs, and the look of triumph in her eyes makes me thrust down into her powerfully, repeatedly, not stopping until I've torn a scream from her throat. It's a low, guttural noise, belieing her femininity, and it hits me like thunder, and her smile is both sad and happy, and perhaps content. With teeth. And I'm exhausted and gone from the world, again. *** When I come to again, it's the dark coolth of the desert sunset. This temperature is more like it, and I'm not thirsty anymore. Damned if I'm not actually a bit chilly! My head's clear again, thank goodness, and there is, as I said before, no pool of water, and no naked hottie. Which kinda sucks, and is rather embarrassing, as my cock is peeking out of my shorts in that flaccid way that cocks do when they're done being busy with something fun. I tuck it back in, and it's a little sore, no doubt from the sharp rocks I was lying on. Probably sunburned, too. Dis-fucking-sturbing. I can't help but look both ways furtively as I zip up, to see if anyone's watching. Thankfully not. I start down the path again, hoping like hell I don't fall and break my neck on some rubble concealed by the slowly encroaching darkness, firmly convinced I cannot still smell summer on my lips. *** I've checked the topo maps. There is no spring or well on that path, or on any other in that godforsaken mountain wilderness. What there is, most likely, is a small sandy hole containing dried-up DNA from a dumb hiker who got lost and in his heatstroke delirium thought he was doing the river goddess. Or not; the evidence was likely washed away by the rain which started late that night and continued for a week. I do know that the temperatures in Phoenix dropped almost fifty degrees the next day, and that those bastards had what is considered the mildest summer in the last twenty years. It never even got above 110, I hear; "mild" is apparently a very relative term. "Brrrr! Thanks a lot, dude," Joel had joked, on his return from Cabo or wherever it was. "You brought the crappy weather down here with you." And nothing in this world will convince me that's true. Really. But it's twenty years later, now; I'm divorced, and currently without a girlfriend. And I hear that Phoenix is having record April temperatures, with no end in sight. I think I'm up for some hiking. Rain Dancing DANCING IN THE RAIN It was awful – I had that child panic in my chest and throat... I can't believe I did it. And I was becoming fairly certain with every agonizing moment that passed that I'd ruined one of the greatest friendships I'd ever known by saying what I said to her, and it would come out sooner or later...some dinner party with mutual friends, probably. The pervert. Defenseless. Yes, I'd said it. Yes, I meant it. A better man would own it. The seatbelt warning bell finally ceased, the muffled tin sound of rain was pelting the roof of the car as she danced around in it, just outside her door. A sudden sun-shower had soaked us both on the way back to the car from the beach. Through the passenger window I could see her soaked jean shorts and clinging white shirt tied at her waist, a bounce of her breast hugged by wet fabric from above, a flash of a bronzed thigh muscle from below. I tried not to look, but she looked like an ad for goddamned gum. I loved Sarah. Yes, lust... but I loved her. A deep, comforting love. We always had such a good time together, all these years... Now, I've fucked it up. I was gripping the steering wheel with my head down, contemplating fleeing this terrible moment when the mocking applause of rain on wet concrete suddenly roared as the door opened and a breathless, soaking wet Sarah flopped back into the passenger's seat, shutting out the applause behind her. We sat in silence for a moment, with just the sound of her breathing and the rain outside, until she smiled to herself, quickly adjusted her ass in her seat to face me, and with wet hands, firmly grabbed the sides of my cheeks as if to tell me something really important. "...Sarah, before you say anything..." I stammered, looking down into her lap, taking one last look at those perfect legs. She then forcibly brought my face into hers and kissed me. This reassuring kiss... Then she slowly released me and bit her bottom lip. "...Okay." She said to my mouth. I was still stunned from the kiss, my mind reeling. She had this building lust in her eyes; I'd never seen her like that before, and with her all wet from the rain, and those legs... "What...?" was all I could say. "You have no idea how much what you just said turned me on..." She looked flushed, but smiling and shifting a little in her seat. "Then why did you leave?" We'd both been single a little too long and had been talking and laughing about the pros and cons of masturbation when Sarah asked me if I'd ever fantasized about friends. Sarah owned one of the most beautiful, tight and toned dancers' bodies I'd ever known and I somehow mentioned how beautiful I always thought she was and how it'd been a secret fantasy of mine to see how beautiful she'd look if she came... in front of me... while I watched her. And that's when she went to go dance in the rain. "I think I was just having a moment of shy..." She said with just a slight girlish grin that only she could pull off. "...Gone now. You have no idea how HUGE a fantasy this is for me... I LOVE that you've thought about that...that it was ME that you were thinking about. It feels like it's been such a long time since I've been anyone's fantasy..." She squirmed a little more at that. "Jesus, this has already made me wet..." She ran her fingers back through her wet hair, I could see her dark nipples hardening through her soaked shirt as she arched her back, breathing deeply now. She quickly glanced down to the soaked clothes she was barely wearing, and looked back up at me and smiled, "Is this okay?" She asked, bringing her hands down to untie her shirt at her waist. "...Wait..." I choked out. My reeling brain was catching up to what was actually happening here, and I was on fire. "...Please wait...before you do that, will you...I want to tell you what to do..." I caught up quickly... and I didn't want to miss this. She let out a little throaty moan..."I'd LOVE that..." she said. Her fingers released her loosely tied shirttails and now delicately stroked the exposed flesh across her midriff. "Recline the seat back all the way." She smiled and did so. "...Lean back. Your shorts... just the button and zipper... just open them for me..." I was rock hard now but concealed under a pair of shorts that my shirttails covered. She was eyeing me as her hands traveled, and let out a little musing "mmmm..." "I'm gonna need to see you stroke that hard cock for me..." She whispered as she eyed my crotch and opened the button on her jeans. "...Big part of the fantasy is seeing you stroke while I do this." I leaned back against the driver's door and looked at my friend in a whole new light...she was so beautiful - this totally open and trusting display of lust and sensuality. That it was still US - this lovely familiarity and now on this whole new level – it was US that was making me so hot that I was having difficulty breathing. I let go of any hang-ups or insecurities at that moment, inspired by her unspoken invitation to a naughty little private playground as I heard the sound of her wet zipper slowly come down, I opened the front of my shorts and slowly pulled out my throbbing cock, now harder than it's ever been. "Oh my god...yes..." she said as she watched me wrap my fingers around the base of the shaft, lightly squeezing. With her feet on the floor of the passenger's seat and her hips thrust slightly, she spread the wet material of her shorts open revealing soaking wet white panties with her wet, matted pubic hair just barely visible beneath the fabric... "...Take your shorts off for me..." I whispered, ever so slowly massaging the head of my cock... She slipped her fingers underneath the open and wet denim of her shorts and lifted her hips. Sliding them under her ass she looked into my glazed, lust-filled eyes as she slipped them over those fantastic strong dancer's legs to her ankles and letting them fall off her feet to the floor. She looked so beautiful, wearing white panties – thin and tight around the hips but not a thong, and soaked through from the rain. "Oh, my God Sarah..." I managed to say. She smiled, bringing her knees to her chest, lazily dragging her fingers along the outside of her thigh to her hip. "...I know you're a leg man...I love that you're stroking that cock to them right now... mmmm...I'm fucking soaked!" She inhaled through her teeth as my hips involuntarily undulated. Her lips opened slightly as her eyes went to my hand around my thick cock..."...yessss, baby...that feel good...?" She mused. "...yesssss..." I breathed as my head rolled back for a second at the sensation. "...Tell me how you want me so you can stroke to me..." With her toes touching the dashboard she was smoothing her crossed hands up and down her inner thighs, legs still together. "...I want you to open your shirt and play with your nipples for me..." I was swimming in lust. Apparently so was she... groaning, she quickly pulled the tie loose and threw aside the wet material revealing perfect, small, tight and pert tits as she pinched both her puckered hard nipples with her fingers, arching her back.... "....mmmfuuckkk...." She said as she pinched... quivering... "I could almost cum like this..." Her breathing deep and her chest rising with those perfect little breasts heaving... She looked lustfully at my hand as I stroked a little faster now.... "I fucking LOVE your cock...don't stop..." She panted. She was still sitting back on the reclined seat, back arched and head turned to me as she writhed, pinching and grinding her panty-clad ass in the seat, her long legs wet from the rain, toes curling and pointing on the dash... "Take those off... and stroke your pussy just sitting like that... but don't show me yet..." I was so hard, the head of my cock purple and tight as I pumped for her... "Mmmmmyesss.... Thank God....!!" She lifted those hips again and quickly slipped those panties off her legs and I could hear her wetness as her fingers disappeared between her legs, her thigh muscles tensing and her hips rising and falling. She started in on these beautiful sounding moans and little cries as she ran her fingers up and down through her wet folds. "...Yes...yess....yesss..." She softly chanted, her eyes ever glued to my aching, swollen dick as she slowly lifted and parted her knees until her toes were pointed to the ceiling and I could see her hand working, soaked in her juices just past the side view of her quivering thighs. "Show me now...." I said, throaty, panting and pumping. She then shifted her body into the most erotic position I'd ever seen in front of me... She left one arched foot on the dashboard, but she'd swiveled in her seat to face me opening her thighs wide, her other foot planted on my seat and she was leaning back on an angle, rhythmically thrusting her hips up into her slick, wet fingers, mouth open and focused on my cock... As an incurable leg-man, it didn't get better than this... her calf muscles flexing and releasing, her ass and thigh muscles, toned and lithe, undulating, thrusting, rolling and slightly quivering as her fingers sunk wetly into her pussy while rolling another 2 fingers over her swollen, purple clit. She started to shake. And looked pleading into my eyes. "I...I don't think I can wait....much... longer... ah... ah.. ah...ahh...if you wanna watch me cum...ohhh... fuuuckkk.... Just stroke it...mmm...yessss... just pump that cock and watch.....ahh...ah..." Her eyes fluttered shut for a second.... "Look at me..." I barely sputtered, stroking and pumping. I was so close to cumming... "...look at me when you cum..." She locked my gaze, mouth open in a silent scream... fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her pussy, making wider, slower and deeper circles over her clit... Until finally she said. "I...I want you to stroke that dick... let go into this... watch my pussy... watch my legs... watch me stroke this clit.... watch me cum completely for you...let this fantasy happen in front of you while you pump yourself...ohh.... fucckk......" And with that, her thighs and abdomen seized up as she lurched forward – once... twice... still intensely looking straight into my eyes..."Oh...My...God...I'm... I'm CUMMING...." Her eyes all of a sudden squeezed shut and she pulsed with convulsions, fingers still deeply massaging her clit. Her back arched almost unnaturally as every toned, tight dancer-body-muscle rippled on every spasm and she opened her thighs wider and wider as she came.... I couldn't have cum harder than I did that afternoon, watching my favorite fantasy come true...my dancer in the rain.