0 comments/ 15799 views/ 1 favorites In the Rain Ch. 01 By: Eleven In the Rain - Ch 1 - Friday Night I came into the house from the pouring wet outside and found Seyla sitting in one of our two overstuffed leather chairs in the den, reading a book using the dim light from the lamp next to the chair. I was glad it was a Friday. She was wearing her usual rainy day attire, an oversized sweatshirt, some pajama pants, and some thick socks that could easily double as slippers. She looked up and gave me that calm, content smile that she gives me when we cuddle or will soon be cuddling. I hung my coat up in the entry closet, took off my shoes, and went upstairs to our room. I set my wallet and keys on the dresser and began to undress myself. I quickly got all of my clothes off and put on my pajama pants and a long sleeve tee shirt. Then, slipping into my slippers, I went downstairs to prepare us both some dinner. Dinner for the evening was a simple “Ready-bake” popcorn shrimp package and French fries from Costco, all baked on a cookie sheet. I put servings of each onto two plates and poured us both some juice into small plastic glasses. I took her dinner and drink into the den and set them on the lamp table between the two chairs and then returned with my own. “Thank you baby,” she said as I twisted my chair around so I could munch away at my dinner and watch her as she read her book and ate. I loved to just watch her sometimes and still do. She seemed a little put-off by my watching her at first, as she always does, but got used to it soon, and again became absorbed in her book. When she finished she set the plate back onto the lamp table and took a long drink from the juice. I finished eating and retrieved her plate and took both of our dishes to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. When I returned to the den she had marked her place in the story and set the book aside. She looked at me and we both knew that the night was going to be very pleasant and enjoyable. I put out my hand to her and she took a hold of it. I lead her into the living room and left her sitting on the couch. I went throughout the house and turned off all of the inside and outside lights. One of the nice things about where we lived was its seclusion, which allowed it to be so dark outside when all of the lights were turned off. I returned to the living room and opened one of the large windows to allow the sound of the heavily falling rain to come into the house so that it could both sooth and excite the two of us. I walked over the couch where I left Seyla and found her laying across the length of the couch. I lay down on top of her, facing her so that we could kiss. “This is the perfect day,” she said. “The rain is pouring down and the house is just warm enough and cozy. You know how this gets me.” “Yes, I do,” I answered. “That’s why I’ve been the way I have, because you know I get very cuddly when the weather is like this, too.” We smiled and began one of our many kisses for the evening. At first we started with only soft, gentle kisses with just our lips, spread out over several minutes; our arms around one another. Finally our tongues were introduced to each other and we began a cautious exploration of each other. My tongue did most of the exploring even though it knew the territory well. After several more minutes our kissing grew in intensity, our actions growing more urgent as our need for each other grew. Seyla felt my erection grow as my hips ground into her. My hands drifted up and down the sides of her body between her waist and face. Occasionally one would stop and the other would pause in mid-stroke to cover her breast through her sweatshirt and give a stimulating grab. Thankfully she wore no bra so that I could fully feel her breast within my hand, and her stiffened nipples pressing into my palms. Seyla’s hands drifted over my back, head and butt; the sound of the rain falling was ever constant in the background. When ever I shifted so that I could grab at one of Seyla’s wonderful breasts she would reach down and grab my erection through my pajama pants, moving her hand up and down along it as her body would if I were inside her. Seyla gave a heavy sigh at one point and I knew she was becoming as wet for me as I was already hard for her. I reached down with my right hand and slipped it beneath the elastic band of her pajama pants, noticing with delight that she was not wearing any panties. I slid my middle finger, palm side towards her, towards her opening. Her opening was very wet and I used the moistness from it to allow me to play smoothly with her clit. As I began to massage her in a slow rhythmic circle she gave a gasp and broke our kiss. I put my head on her left shoulder and focused on her breathing so that I could tell if I was pleasuring her well. My hand continued to go in circles, focusing more pressure at various points at certain times to determine where my finger should be to help Seyla to orgasm. Finally I found the spot that worked the best and vigorously massaged it. Seyla’s breathing quickened and she gasped several times. She urgently reached down into the front of my pants and grabbed a hold of my erection, pumping her hands up and down in an effort to pleasure me at the same time as I did her, but her pleasure overwhelmed her and she let go after a few minutes. I slowed down my circular movements on her clit to allow her to come down from her euphoria gently. I finally stopped and extended my finger down to her opening and briefly reached up into her. I felt her moistness surround my finger and seep a bit down my hand. Her hole felt very soft and loose. I knew she was very ready for me to slide myself into her, but I quickly pulled my finger back out from her and trailed it up past her clit and out of her pants. I reached my arms beneath her and hugged her close. Her arms reached up around my chest and she returned the hug. We quickly opened our eyes and looked into one another. The rain had slackened a bit during what was primarily my pleasuring of Seyla. I sat up to the side of Seyla and removed my shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room, and then doing likewise with my pajama pants. Next I put my hands on either side of Seyla and lifted the sweatshirt up over her head. As she lay there topless and I naked, I looked up and down her body. I dove my head down and began to kiss and suck on her right breast, while my right hand groped her left, gently kneading it and tugging and rolling her nipple. My mouth eventually found her right nipple and latched onto it with a mild ferocity. I brushed my tongue back and forth several times and then gently bit and sucked it, repeating this several times. Then I switched breasts, making sure to show as much, if not more attention, to her other breast. As I was doing this Seyla’s back would arch upwards to force her breasts further into my mouth and hands, and her hands urgently wandered across my upper back and neck to my head, which she gently caressed. Her head was tilted backwards and she was gasping from the pleasure of the moment, occasionally giving little moans. I then left her breast and began lightly kissing my way down her body and across her stomach, stopping at the elastic band to work my way back up her body. I reached her breasts and gave each nipple a fleeting bite and tug, which brought an immediate orgasmic gasp from Seyla. I continued on up to her neck, forcefully biting to one side of her windpipe, but not hard enough to leave a lasting mark. I made my way to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and finally our mouths met again. Seyla brought her hands up to caress my face and we began to make out again. I spread my body out on top of hers and her hands immediately left my face and began groping my butt. She pushed down to force my erection against her still covered clit and very wet opening. I reacted by pushing my hips against her and making slow grinding movements, furthering Seyla’s and my excitement. The rain outside grew in intensity and the sound of the rain drops became so loud that we would have had to raise our voices to be heard if we had been talking, but we weren’t. I broke our embrace, spinning my legs off the side of the couch so that I could pull Seyla’s thick socks and pajama pants off of her. These were deposited in the same approximate place as all of our other clothes, somewhere across the room. I looked up and down the glory that was Seyla’s naked body and quickly marveled, yet again, that it was mine. I knew that the same thought flowed through Seyla’s head when she looked at my naked body as well. I moved so that I was then sitting near her feet and bent down, kissing the front side of her legs. Seyla’s legs parted and I could see by the dim light just how wet she was. We were already going to have to wash the seat cushion cover, and we hadn’t even done anything yet. I began to kiss the inside of each leg, moving upwards, eventually coming to her sweet opening. I licked her with my tongue and heard her gasp. I affixed my mouth to her and worked my tongue around and into her. Her hands came down to caress my head as I lapped her juices. Seyla’s hips began to buck in rhythm with my tongue and I knew she was close to her first orgasm of the evening. I lapped at her harder and harder until finally she gave a vocal gasp, saying “Jesse, oh Jesse!” repeatedly. She tossed her head side to side and wildly bucked her hips. I broke my mouth’s lock on her and sat up, wiping my mouth as I did. I moved up to again lie on top of her body; my erection pressing directly against her clit, a very short distance from where both of us wanted and knew it would go. I reached my arms under hers, hugging her while resting my head on her left shoulder. She returned the embrace still panting and squirming beneath me from the pleasures she had just experienced. I got up after her body calmed down for a few minutes and stood beside the couch looking at her and her beautiful body all aglow from her first orgasm of the evening. I walked over to the windows to close them and her eyes followed my every movement taking in the site of me that she knew so well and loved so deeply. I closed the windows and walked back across the room to her and held out my hand for her to take hold of. She grasped my hand and I walked her upstairs to our bedroom. When we set foot just inside the bedroom door I swept her off her feet and into my arms, carrying her the short distance to our soft, yet still firm, king size bed with a light down comforter on top. I set her down on top of the comforter and walked into our private bath and opened the windows in there and then opened all of the remaining windows in our room. I walked over to the bed and pulled back the comforter, and Seyla rolled onto the exposed bottom sheet so that I could pull the rest of the comforter off of the bed (so it wouldn’t be soiled by what was about to take place). The thundering sound of the falling rain filled the room from the open windows. I crawled across the bed so that I ended up straddling Seyla just across her waist with my hands planted to either side of her shoulders. She rested her hands on the upper part of my thighs. I bent down so that my body rested atop hers and I could feel her exposed breasts against my chest. I quickly gave her a sensuous kiss on the lips and slid my legs down the length of hers, feeling the recently shaved smoothness of them. I placed my feet between hers and parted her legs by parting mine. I felt the moistness of her groin as her clit and vagina became exposed to me penis. I brushed down along them, positioning my penis just below her opening and slowly slid up to feel the resistance of a slightly off aim. I swirled my hips around until I felt my tip center on her opening. I pushed up slowly, gliding into that place that I knew and loved so well, and we became one. Seyla gasped and moaned lightly as I entered her, sexual relief spilling across her face as I finally filled her. I stopped my movement and just savored the feeling of her warm wet body surrounding mine, feeling her muscles contract around me and stimulating me. I began to move within her, in and out slowly for a couple of minutes. She slowly became more aroused as my slow movements continued within her. She grasped me with her arms and wrapped her legs into mine, pressing herself against me in rhythm to my movements. I increased my tempo at the proper moment, delighting in the feeling of her and her flesh moving across my erection. I began to change the angle I entered her by repositioning my hips, hitting new spots inside of her with the tip of my penis with each stroke into her. This increased her excitement and she began to have her second orgasm. She wrapped her limbs around me again trying to pull me deeper into her. I increased my pace to encourage her towards that end. With one forceful thrust her vocal gasping began, her body quivered, and her fingers raked across my back while trying to pull me closer to her. I kept up my pounding into her as her hips quickly pumped up and down off the bed, her own body juices releasing around my erection inside of her. I slowed down my pace as her orgasm subsided, but still kept pumping in and out of her for several more minutes. I stopped and let us both recover a bit; each of us breathed heavily, Seyla from her orgasm and me from both my physical pleasure and physical exertion. After lying there for several moments feeling Seyla’s muscles throbbing around my penis, gripping me, I withdrew from her. She whimpered as I did and asked me, “Why?” “You’ll see,” I answered. I stood up on my side of the bed, facing Seyla. I reached over and grabbed her ankles, dragging her across the sheets and spinning her around so that her vagina was open to me again. I pulled her so that her bottom was just on the edge of the bed and she could rest her feet on the floor. Seyla smiled as she realized what position we were doing next. The rain continued to thunder down outside as I picked up her ankles and raised them in the air so that they rested on my shoulders as I stood. I grabbed my penis and led it to Seyla’s clit and slowly rubbed it around her, making her gasp slightly. I slid my penis down to her opening, and as I felt it I let go and pushed into her. I began to move in her again. I could feel the tip of my penis pressing into her G-spot thanks to the position. Seyla grabbed the edge of the mattress to keep her from sliding across the bed as I moved in her, and I held onto her sides, pulling myself into her. With her legs mostly closed, and me still inside her, the pressure of her flesh around my erection increased, greatly increasing the stimulation to me from our last position. It did not take long before both Seyla and I had our orgasms coming. Seyla began hers first and gasped in deeply, starting to buck her hips quickly up and down off of the bed, and alternately throwing back her head onto the mattress and glancing down to look at me plunge in and out of her. My climax came and I arched my back, forcing myself every so slightly deeper into Seyla, releasing my semen into her. The sound of the rain falling outside suddenly seemed much more present as our pleasure reached its pinnacle. The force from my release pushed Seyla to an even higher orgasm that she carried out as my jets of semen continued to release inside her with each one of my thrusts. Seyla seemed to be gasping, moaning, and screaming all at the same time, a sign of a Big One. I finished my orgasm and Seyla’s hips continued to buck on the tail end of her higher orgasm. I pushed into her as far as I could but not allowing myself to slide in and out of her against my natural urges for that moment. Seyla moaned pitifully and satisfyingly at the same time, both wishing I could go longer and glad that I could now just cuddle with her in bed. I withdrew from Seyla and we both moaned at the loss of the sensation of joining together. Seyla quickly got up and went into our private bath to rinse my semen from her while I crawled onto the bed and pulled the sheets and comforter back up onto the bed. I lay down with my head on the pile of pillows in the center of the bed as Seyla came back into the room and closed all of the windows except for one which she left open ever so slightly, so that we could still be able to listen to the rain. She crawled into bed with me and rested her head on my chest. “That was wonderful,” she lightly panted out. “I know,” I said. “Do you think we could do more tomorrow?” she asked. “That’s what I was hopping for,” I answered. Seyla moaned contentedly as we both drifted off to sleep. In the Rain Ch. 02 *Thanks for the feedback. Critiques are welcome. Saturday Morning The next morning I groggily woke up while it was still gray outside and the rain was only gently falling. Seyla was sleeping soundly on her side of the bed with her back to me. After several minutes of just laying there with my eyes closed thinking about falling back to sleep, I began to think about the previous night and how absolutely wonderful it had been, even if slightly ordinary for the two of us on a Friday or Saturday night. Before long I was feeling very horny and began thinking of putting myself back inside Seyla. I though that I should try waking her up in a way that I had only done once or twice before in college. I cuddled up close to her body, she was laying on her side, molding mine in the same shape as hers with my legs bent in the exact shape as hers so that my entire body would be in contact with her still naked skin. I put my arm across her side with my hand just lightly landing on her belly. Seyla moaned and shifted position slightly. It was obvious that she was still sound asleep and was very likely to be for at least several more hours. I just lay there and continued to close my eyes, keeping them from opening and forcing myself fully awake. I lay there without moving, for how long, I have no idea, but I eventually rolled Seyla over on her back with her arms at her sides so that I could rest my head on her right shoulder and my hand could easily touch any part of her upper torso without having to worry about her arms covering anything. Again I lay there for quite some time nearly falling asleep myself. I slowly moved my right hand up to cover her left breast. The bed sheet did not cover our upper bodies and left Seyla's waist and the beginning of where her pubic hair would have been had she net shaved that part of her body for me, exposed to the air of the room and my view; the down comforter had been mostly pushed down off the foot of the bed because of the warmth of the room at night. Once my hand covered her left breast she rolled her head to the right, so that if she were to open her eyes, she would have been looking at my face. I waited several minutes for her to fall back into a deeper sleep and then I began to very, very slowly knead her breast. She didn’t respond. I increased my speed, but not to a significant amount. Seyla’s breathing rate increased a bit, and I knew I was starting to get to her while she was still asleep. I moved my hand slightly so I could grasp her nipple with my fingertips. I gently rolled it between my fingers and then left it to again cover her entire breast with my hand so that I could knead it. Seyla’s breathing rate continued to increase, and I moved my hand to her other breast. I grasped it and kneaded it like I had the other. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and then stopped my actions and left my hand just covering her breast. I waited the few minutes it took for her breathing to slow back down to its normal pace until I slowly drifted my fingers down between her breasts to her stomach and finally to the inside of her right leg. I ran my fingers up and down the inside of her leg, each time slowly moving higher towards her vaginal opening, that my penis loved so much. Instinctively Seyla parted her legs enough to allow me to easily feel her clit and opening. I lifted my right leg up and placed it on top of hers, pinning her leg in that vulnerable open position. I brought my hands up and across her clit to her other inside leg, drifting it up and down for a few moments. Then I brought my hand up to touch Seyla’s opening; Seyla moaned louder than before and tried to raise her legs up, which would have put her in a better position for my penis to stimulate her, had I been in her. I felt her get wet as I very slowly massaged her opening and clit. I felt my penis grow hard against the mattress as I felt and smelled her moistness. When she seemed moist enough I very slowly crawled on top of her body, positioning and holding myself so that no part of my body was putting any large pressure on her; my penis was pressed up against the outside of her opening. I very slowly pushed into her and gently worked my way into her, only pulling out slightly if it seemed that I might hurt her by pushing into her any farther. Seyla quietly said, “Oh Jesse!” in a sleepy rasp. She was obviously still asleep but dreaming of me and/or highly attuned to what my erection and I were doing to her. I slowly moved in and out, still not totally putting the full weight of my body down onto her. I lowered my body so that my chest dragged across her breasts, stimulating the nipples and causing them to stiffen. As I came near to having an orgasm Seyla’s eyes suddenly flashed open and then closed again and looked strait up at me. She seemed both highly surprised and pleased at the same time. I slowed my pace within her so that I hardly moved at all. Seyla still felt my movement within her and reclosed her eyes to enjoy me inside her. She knew she wasn’t very likely to have an orgasm of her own, but she didn’t necessarily want one. She simply thought I just simply felt good inside of her. I resumed my normal pace of sliding in and out of Seyla’s perfect opening and soon felt myself spewing forth my semen into her. This pushed her into a small orgasm and her hips quickly bucked in orgasmic pleasure. I collapsed on top of her body and Seyla wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me deep into her. “Good morning,” she said to me with her eyes still not yet open. “Good morning,” I panted out. “Thank you for waking me up in a very delicious way.” “I am happy to oblige. Anything for my love,” I said. I closed my eyes and feel asleep there and then, still inside her. … I woke up later with Seyla still in the bed with me. I was back in the position lying just to the side of her with my head resting on her shoulder and my leg stretched out over hers, my right hand resting between her breasts. Seyla was awake and quietly watching the small TV on our bedroom nightstand. I closed my eyes again and just lay there in my second groggy awakening that morning, or was it closer to noon? Seyla realized I was awake and gave me a, “Good morning lover,” and began running her left hand fingers up and down my right side. I was fortunately still sleepy enough that it didn’t tickle (my getting tickled was a problem I wish I didn’t have so that I could enjoy more of Seyla’s attentions). Seyla’s fingers drifted the length of my torso and down across my waist to my upper thighs and then back up. She tilted her head and kissed my forehead. I smiled and gave a pleased moan to let her know I appreciated the affection. My hand found her left breast and began fondling it. “I doubt you can finish what you’re starting,” she said. “What?! I’m starting something?” I answered. “Uh huh,” was her mocking reply. I stopped the movement of my hand on her breast and let it just cup it. I lay there for a while longer and then finally was awake enough to sit up and watch a bit of the show Seyla was watching. I watched about forty-five minutes with her and then left her to go downstairs and make some breakfast for us. I noticed that the time was then eleven o’clock. I didn’t realize that our sexual encounter the night before had gone on so late that it would cause me to sleep in so late. Then I realized that I had had some fun with Seyla that same morning too, and that took up a good amount of time as well. I made a quick breakfast of some cereal and some fruit and toast and took it upstairs on some TV trays. I set one across Seyla’s lap and she thanked me for making and bringing her breakfast. I sat down on the bed beside her and set my TV tray across my lap. Even after several years I still felt a bit awkward making breakfast and walking around the house completely naked. But I was glad Seyla got a kick out of it. I secretly thought it was because she had a bit of a fantasy about having a sex slave at her beck and call. In the Rain Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Sat. Evening After what turned out to be our brunch Seyla and I decided to take a shower together to clean up the sweat and other body fluids produced the previous night and that morning. We made sure to have the bathroom window open to prevent to mirrors from fogging up, and to let the sound of the still falling rain in as we cleaned up. It was another wet Northwest weekend and we got to spend it together, cuddled up inside. I stepped into the shower and Seyla followed once I got the water hot. She closed the shower door and stepped into the stream of water that was pouring on me. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm getting cold now." Seyla paused in mid-rinse of her hair, looked at me, gave a big smile, and continued rinsing. I slumped back reservedly and grabbed the washcloth and glycerin soap that we both use. I reached around her and got both quickly wet. I then made a thick lather in the washcloth and began bathing Seyla. I started at her shoulder and worked down her back to her bottom. I bent over and followed her legs down to her feet and her toes. Seyla rotated and I washed back up the front of her leg to her stomach and breasts. I paused for a while giving extravagant bathing attention to her breasts. After a while she asked, "Are they clean?" "Just about," I answered matter of factly. I finally proceeded to her shoulders and arms and set the washcloth down. Seyla reached around me and grabbed her shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. She never would or has let me do that since I'd likely tangle her hair somehow. She finally rinsed her hair out and then it was my turn. For the next few minutes Seyla repeated the attentions I paid her with the slight difference of paying brief attention to my penis with her mouth, before thoroughly washing it with the washcloth. She finished bathing me and then proceeded to wash my almost non-existent short and balding hair with the tiniest amount of shampoo to keep my scalp dry later. I rinsed the shampoo off and then positioned both of us so that the showerhead sprayed directly between our closely pressed bodies; my right shoulder and her left shoulder facing the showerhead. I bent my head down slightly and she tilted her head back slightly so that we could kiss. We made out for a few minutes with the hot water streaming over us, until we got tired of standing on the hard, tiled shower floor. I reached over and shut off the water and we both began to, almost immediately, feel cold. We quickly stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed out towels that were waiting for us near the shower. I dried myself off while Seyla towel dried her hair and wrapped her towel around it when she finished. By that time I had finished so I used my towel to dry her body exactly as I had washed it, spending a disproportionate amount of time on her breasts. Seyla smiled throughout the process. I wrapped the towel around her body and tucked it so she could walk without it falling off and she and I walked into the closet and put on comfortable clothes similar to what we had on the night before, before our escapades. Putting these clothes on reminded me of the clothes we had left downstairs, so I went down and got them. Seyla had finished dressing and was in the bathroom getting ready for what little was left of the day. I deposited the dirty clothes in the hamper that fell from our bathroom to the laundry room beneath it. I walked back upstairs and joined Seyla in preparing for the day. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing chores around the house that had built up over the past week, such as the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and vacuuming. A bit after five o'clock we sat down at the kitchen counter and pulled out an Italian cookbook to try and pick something we could make. We decided upon a chicken with green olives recipe and poked through the cupboards and refrigerator to find all of the necessary ingredients. We found everything we needed and made a very good dinner between the two of us. We added some bread with garlic spread and a bit of green salad to the meal to round it out nutritionally speaking. We served up our food from the stove and the platters that the side dished were made in. We set our dinner plates on the dining table and I got both of us something to drink while Seyla sat down. While I was up I turned off most of the lights and picked up two tall slender candles in candleholders and brought them over to the table and set them near where we were eating and lit them. I sat down next to Seyla and we ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other, but we mostly looked out the double glass doors that opened to the back yard. We watched the rain fall on the porch, yard, and the edge of the forest that surrounded our property as dusk settled and it became very gray outside. "What would you like to do after dinner?" I asked Seyla. Seyla looked at me and exaggerated the chewing of her food. I had apparently caught just after she put a fork-full of food into her mouth. I looked back outside and waited for her to finish chewing. "How about we watch a movie and then get in the hot tub," she suggested. "Sounds good to me. What do you feel like watching?" "Something light, like a comedy or something," was her response. "How about The Princess Bride?" This was one of our favorite movies and it had been quite a while since we had last watched it. Seyla thought about it a few seconds and said, "I think that'd be perfect. After all, it is a very lighthearted movie and bit romantic, even if it is in a cheesy fashion. And it'd give us a good reason to cuddle." Seyla rubbed her foot up and down my leg as she said this. Cuddling was one of her favorite pastimes, as it seems it is most women's. We finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen putting all of the dishes in the dishwasher that we could, and putting all of the food back into the cupboards and refrigerator. Seyla started washing the things that couldn't go into the dishwasher in the sink. I went into the laundry room and grabbed the chemicals we use in the hot tub and put on an overcoat and hat that we keep in the laundry. I walked back through the kitchen to the porch doors and went outside and checked the chemical levels in the hot tub and added the ones that were necessary, and set the temperature a few degrees higher since we turned it down during the week when we don't usually use it. I came back inside and Seyla said, "Just about done. Why don't you get the entertainment system set up?" I went and put the chemicals back in the laundry room and took of the jacket and hat and left them. I walked into the living room and lowered the projection screen and turned on the projector and sound system. I found the DVD of the movie and put it in the player. Seyla walked into the room and sat down on the couch and pulled out a blanket from the basket that we keep them in beside the couch. I grabbed the remote control, turned off the lights, and sat down beside her. She pulled the blanket up around the two of us as the movie started. We both enjoyed this movie enough that nothing scandalous occurred between us during the movie. Just the normal cuddling things of burrowing into each other, hugging close, and occasional kisses, were shared. The movie wound on for just a bit over an hour and a half and finally the ending credits rolled. Seyla got up from lying on the couch with her head in my lap, taking the blanket with her. She turned on only one dim light in the room. She folded the blanket while I turned everything movie related off in the room. We both finished and turned off the light and left the room. Seyla went into the laundry room to take her clothes off and grab two towels for both of us, and I walked around the house turning off every inside and outside light that we had left on. As I came back down the stairs from turning off a light upstairs I stopped dead in my tracks as I watched Seyla walk across the kitchen from the laundry room to the porch doors. I don't know how she does it, but she can always look so amazingly sexy and seductive when she walks, though her nakedness probably accounted for some of that affect; but I am certain that it was still mostly just the way she walked. I went into the laundry room and took off my clothes and followed her out the porch doors. Seyla was rushing a bit as she put the towels in their small bin so that the rain would not get them wet while we soaked. The cold rain fell on both of us as we lifted off the cover to the hot tub. We set it aside and quickly climbed into the tub. We both let out an "Ahhhh..." as the water covered our bodies. We just sat, soaking for a few minutes before we turned any of the jets on. Once the jets were going we moved around from one spot of the tub to another, using all of the different positions to focus on different parts of our bodies. After about twenty minutes of the jets Seyla reach over to the controls and turned all of them off. We both sat there for a few minutes; there was no sound except for the falling rain. Both of our heads were completely soaked. Seyla moved over to sit next to me. "Would you like a massage?" she asked. "When have I ever turned down a massage?" "I don't know, but there's a first time for everything, but apparently not tonight." I was in one of the seats in the hot tub, so that it was like I was sitting in a normal chair. Seyla moved across me so that she straddled me and she could sit on my knees. This raised her a bit up out of the water and her nipples were exposed to the cold Northwest fall air. Almost immediately her nipples stood up as she began to massage my neck, shoulders, and chest. After a time, she moved back to sitting beside me and massaged each of my legs from my waist down to my feet. The hot tub jets had done a fairly good job of loosening my muscles, but Seyla's attentions further relaxed me. Seyla finished her massage and moved so that she was kneeling on the floor of the hot tub directly in front of me, facing me. I could barely see the outline of her head above the water. I felt her hands touch my stomach and slowly travel down to my penis. Her hands played with me a short time, and I quickly became aroused. Her hands then drifted down the top of my legs to my knees, and she pushed my legs apart, fully exposing me to her. Her head dipped down below the surface of the water and I felt her hair drift across my legs. Suddenly her mouth was on me. This was an entirely new sensation, as she had never done that to me in the hot tub before. She moved her head up and down along me. Her mouth was only lightly affixed to me. She pushed and sucked water into and out of her mouth with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. These attentions did not last long as she had to come back up for air quickly. Her head left my lap under the water and popped up out of the water. She gasped in a breath of air and smiled a very big smile. "So did you like that?" She asked. "Where did you get the idea for that?" "After the last time we made love in here I thought that I might try a little something." "Can I try it on you?" Seyla moved across the hot tub in response. I kneeled down on the floor of the hot tub and could feel that her legs were open to me. I took a deep breath and plunged my head under water. But I did not go for her opening as she expected. Instead I went strait to her breasts; my body was half lying on top of her. The back of my head came up out of the water, but my mouth and nose were still under. I found her right nipple and began to such on it and play with it with my tongue, and fondled her other breast and nipple with my right hand. I came up for air and then switched breasts, my mouth playing with her left and my hand playing with her right. I came up for air once again, gasping a bit. Seyla leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth. We began to make out, and Seyla leaned forward pressing her breasts against my chest. I reached around her and held her to me. My left hand felt up and caressed her neck. After a minute we broke the kiss and she sat back in her position. I took a deep breath and went below the water's surface again. This time I went were she expected me to. I found her opening and could feel a thin layer of her moistness on her skin, though I could tell it dissipated somewhat in the water. I liked my tongue over her opening and up to her clit. I swirled my tongue around and tried to push into her opening a bit. The slight saltiness of her fluids filled the water around my mouth. I moved up and swirled my tongue around her clit. Seyla's hips bucked slightly from the attention she was receiving. It was quite obvious she enjoyed this as much as I did. Finally I was out of air and I raised my head up out the water, gasping lightly. Seyla had a content and pleased look on her face. I sat back onto one of the seats in the hot tub. Seyla moved over to me, and though I could not see her face well in the dark, I could tell she had that dreamy fogged over look in her eyes that tells me she wants me inside her, and that she will be pleasured quite easily. I scooted my hips out to the edge of the seat so that my erection was fully erect. Seyla stood up out of the water briefly and turned her back to me. She leaned back and placed her hands to either side of me and lowered herself back into the water. She positioned her waist in such a way that her vagina nearly landed perfectly on the tip of my penis. She gyrated her hips a bit, working me into her. Her natural lubrication was not the best from the water, but still adequate. Once she was filled with me she move her hands down to the seat on either side of us; her legs straddled mine. I sat up a little and reached around Seyla's body. My left hand reached for her left breast and fondled it. My right stayed under water and stroked her clit. Seyla move slightly up and down, the water from the hot tub sucked up into her as she lifted herself slightly off of me, and pushed back out and she plunged down on me. The swishing of the warm water was greatly stimulating so that very little movement was needed. After a few minutes we grew a little sore where our bodies were in contact with the hot tub's hard surface, and we changed positions. Seyla climbed off of me, gasping in at the loss of my penis from her. She knelt down onto the floor of the hot tub and placed her hands on the edge of the tub out of the water. I knelt down behind her, positioned to enter her from behind. I grasped myself in my hand and guided my penis to her opening. I pushed in and Seyla gave a slight moan. I grabbed a hold of her hips with me hands and began pushing and pulling Seyla off of me, thrusting my hips as I did. Occasionally as I thrust in and out of her I would try to plunge myself as deep as I could and gyrate myself, moving my penis around inside her. Seyla and I were both breathing and gasping deeply from the mating we were enjoying. The rain continued to pour down on top of us. Our heads were drenched and the raindrops splashed us as they struck the surface of the water. Finally Seyla pushed back into me in such a way that I knew I was going to finish. I realized that she thrust that way from her own orgasm. I realized that she was gasping and screaming out in the throws of a large orgasm. Thank goodness we had no close neighbors! I began to thrust myself in and out of her, and push and pull Seyla, more forcefully. Finally, as her orgasm ended, I released into her giving a bit of a yell as I did. I could feel my semen seep out around my penis and dissipate in the water as we stopped our movements. Seyla's head was hanging down, her face nearly in the water. She was gasping for air, unable to catch her breath. I sat there, still inside, trying to catch my breath as well. After a minute I pulled my shrinking member out of her and we each gave a sharp intake of breath. I sat back into one of the hot tub seats and so did Seyla. After several minutes of recovery we both gave a slight laugh and stood up. We got out of the tub and placed the cover back on. Seyla grabbed the two towels she had brought out and handed one to me. We walked over to the porch door and stood underneath the eaves and dried off before going inside. We left the towels in the laundry and went upstairs to our bedroom. We crawled into bed, and once again Seyla fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I soon followed.