****** Rhapsody in Rain by Epona ******
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Rhapsody in Rain


She stood by the window, watched the storm approach. As the lightning and
thunder drew ever nearer, she felt her pulse quicken, her muscles tighten in
anticipation. She felt a stirring in her blood, an ancient thirst that might be
slackened by the waters of the storm. Ah, to become one with the water. To
become one with a lover. A lover she had never known...

She slowly undressed, keeping her eyes on the window all the while. Her clothes
slid to the floor, caressing her even as they released her. She removed
everything from her body -- her jewelry, her hair ornaments, her underpants
that were slightly wet from her anticipation. She brushed her hair out so that
it fell long and free. Then she opened the door and stepped outside.

The rain began to fall, first in a gentle mist that shrouded her in moisture.
As she walked along the path to the beach, the water collected on her skin and
ran in rivulets along her body. Then the rain intensified; warm water, laying
her hair in a flat sheet along her back and shoulders. Each raindrop tiny
fingers stroking and caressing her bare skin.

Wet sand pushed up between her toes, like so many tongues probing. She walked
to where the ocean lapped at the sand, and then stood with her arms reaching up
to the heavens, letting the rain pour over her body. As the thunder boomed
directly overhead, she sat down in the sand, with her feet in the ocean, her
legs spread wide, leaning back on her arms.

The rain poured down from the heavens in earnest, so that her nipples stood up
erect as they were stimulated by the slightly stinging rain. She tilted her
head back and opened her mouth, which was quickly filled and overflowing with
water. She reached between her legs with one hand to spread open her lips, so
that the rain beat down on her exposed clitoris. The waves rose higher,
reaching first her knees, then her thighs, and finally her crotch. With a moan
she rolled over until she was on all fours with her bottom facing the incoming
waves.

Water penetrated her every orifice, and she tasted the spray of the sea in her
mouth along with the rain, slightly salty and warm like semen. She closed her
eyes and let the sea take her, bucking against the force of each incoming wave,
her knees spread wide so that the water pounded against her womanhood,
stimulating and exciting her so that her voice rose with the sound of the
storm, crying out in ecstasy to the rhythm of the waves.

Just when she thought she could take it no more, before she reached with her
hand again to finish herself off, suddenly there were other hands on her body,
hands that reached from the waves to caress her buttocks, then up to stroke her
breasts. In surprise she turned her head to look behind her, and saw a man
kneeling in the sand behind her, his penis standing erect like a rock jutting
out from the sea.

His skin was white, with a silvery sheen to it, and his were like the sea
itself, grey-blue and brooding with a storm. He smiled at her, and although he
spoke no words it was if he said "you should not fear me; let me love you as
you have asked to be loved", and she did not fear, but closed her eyes again
and pushed her bottom against his hard shaft in answer.

She felt him reach between her legs and stroke her clit as the waves had, only
more substantially, more urgently. Then his hand moved away and she felt the
tip of his penis prodding at her.

He entered her swiftly and surely, and as his body crashed against hers at the
end of the stroke, the thunder of the storm boomed, and it was if the sea, the
storm, and his penis had penetrated and filled her utterly, completely. She
cried out, not knowing what she said, not caring.

His thrusts and the lapping of the rain and sea on her body became the only
things she was aware of. She pushed her hips back to meet his at every stroke,
her vagina hot and pulsing with pleasure. They crashed against each other as
the waves crashed upon the beach in the most ancient rhythm.

Again, and again, over and over, his penis sliding in and out of her wet with
the water from the sky and sea, and the juices of their sex. She moved her body
less and less, and the rhythm changed as she began to concentrate on the
feeling of him moving against her, her muscles tightening as she came closer
and closer to climax.

She felt his one of his hands move to her buttocks again, and cried out in
delight as his fingers caressed her anus, yet never lessened the pace of his
thrusting. Warm waves of delight washed over her with the waves of the sea, and
suddenly her whole body was enveloped in ecstasy, throbbing with wave after
wave of orgasm. She had no awareness of her body, of anything except for the
intensity of her orgasm.

Gradually, she became aware that she was lying on her back on the beach, the
rain gently falling now, washing the sea and sand off of her body. She sat up
and looked around her, but there was no one, just her and the sea and the
swiftly abating storm.

She was puzzled. Surely she had lost awareness for only a moment? Then the
flesh on the back of her neck raised on goosebumps as she remembered her
lover's silvery skin and otherworldly eyes, and she wondered, was he a ghost, a
dream, or a god? The answer finally came to her: he had been a gift.

She smiled. She would never feel the same way about water again.

From a collection: "The Velvet Edge: Pagan Bedtime Stories for Adults". Email
the author at PrimeCatz@aol.com if you are interested in submitting a story for
this collection.

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