In The Rain

It’s one of those humid days where an unexpected shower is celebrated. I see you sitting, in pj bottoms, bare-chested in the rain. Head tilted back, enjoying the drizzle against your face. I take the opportunity to enjoy the view for a moment before approaching silently. Your first clue to my proximity is my placing my hands on your knees, to brace myself as I kneel before you. Resting my head against your stomach, I nuzzle, gently your chest, as I feel your hand caress the back of my head. Running your fingers through my hair, they tangle, a little because of the rain. As I begin to kiss your chest I feel your fingers tighten slightly, pulling my hair a little, accidentally.

Rising up on my knees I face you, your hands move to cup my face as you bring me toward you, pulling me into a series of deep kisses. When our lips part we both gasp a little, left hungry for each other in our embrace. The warm rain playing against our steaming lips. Leaning forward I whisper into your ear, just your name, but on my hot breath I can tell it makes your pulse quicken. I begin to lower myself, kissing my way slowly, carefully, your chin, your neck, stopping for more than a moment at the hollow place where your collar bones meet. A bit farther down now, again I press my cheek against your stomach. Your hands have traveled, now, to my shoulders, fingertips digging in a little, in anticipation.

My hands begin to play with you, through the fabric of your pants. Inquisitive fingertips, pressing against your firming shaft, I seek out the head, tracing firmly the rim. I feel your hips shift, the electric connection of my touch bringing you closer to me. Fingers trailing down now, drawing figure eights against your balls, and then cupping them in my open palm for a moment, rolling them slightly in my fingers.

Hungry for you now I lean my face against your thigh, using my breath to farther excite you, I blow, alternately hot and cold against your skin, the sensation muted only slightly through the material of your pants, cotton isn’t much of a barrier, and not much of the effect is lost.

I release the drawstring now, and lower your waistband taking with it the elastic of your boxer-briefs. Your cock exposed to me, standing at attention, ready for my skin. I oblige it by relieving my bosom of my halter and enveloping your shaft in them. Using my hands to press my breasts against you, completely encircling your shaft with my cleavage, I feel your thighs tighten now, as your hips thrust almost involuntarily, creating a crazy kind of friction with the heat of our bodies, lubricated by sweat, and the rain.

My palms pressing against my tits, your cock trapped between them, begin to move, up and down, causing my breasts to roll. I lean my head down, lips moving ever closer, slightly parted, warm breath puffing against the swollen tip. Upon one upstroke my tongue escapes my mouth, flicking only once, the very end. I hear you suck your breath through your teeth at this sensation, and feel your whole body tighten against me. Your fingers travel now, to the small of my back, to that place you know makes me melt, and the heat of your touch brings an animalistic need to my body. In a rush I suck the head of your cock into my mouth and begin to pull against it with my tongue. Tightening my lips and pressing downward I use my mouth to mimic you entering my pussy, I show you what a struggle it will be to ease your swollen phallus into that soft wet place. Your hips buck fiercely now, desperately signaling your desire for me. I relax my hold on your shaft and allow you to enter my mouth in a rush. I open my throat, taking you deeply, your shaft filling my mouth perfectly, and I start to pet you from inside with my tongue.

Still using my hands on my tits to caress you, I’ve moved them lower, my nipples now brushing your balls, I feel your sack tighten against them, and moan at the sensation. The sound from my throat causing vibrations against your cock, driving you mad, and you grab my head and begin to guide me, thrusting into my face in slow strokes, while my tongue wraps itself around your shaft. My fingertips seeking out the tender skin of your thighs, dragging my nails lightly across the skin there, returning to your testicles and tracing those light circles. Placing thumb, first and middle fingers each hand, high on each testicle and drawing down, creating a milking motion. A groan floats down from your lips and again I hear you suck your breath through your teeth. I pull my mouth away from you and hear you gasp in sudden disappointment.

The sky opens and the rain pours on us, full force, beating against my back and soaking my clothes. Halter pulled up now almost to my shoulders, tan cotton shorts, clinging to my thighs like a second skin, hair clinging to my cheeks, still flushed, lips crimson from the friction of your cock. The warm rain across the bare skin on my back sending waves of sensation through my body, driving me toward you. I rise, climbing into your lap as you again take the back of my head in your hands. Once again our lips meet, our passion translated through our tongues, dancing in each other’s mouths as our hands betray our greed for each other. Roaming like frightened animals, scurrying across each other’s bodies.

My hands find your chest; trace the muscles of your stomach, travel to your sides, exploring your skin. They move to your back and my fingers caress the small of your back, giving you a taste of my own pleasure. Your hands move from my head, to my neck, cupping my face briefly before pressing onward. To my shoulders, squeezing gently, and along my arms, settling for a moment on my sides as you position me so that I’m straddling your prick. Then on the move again, reaching now to cup my tits, one in each hand, palms up, thumbs brushing my nipples. A natural rhythm develops between us as we grind our hips together. My shorts, and my panties, are the only thing separating us. Your hands, on my breasts begin to turn, palms at the sides of them now, your fingers begin to curl, firmly grasping my tits as we buck together. Our mouths press together alternating between deep kisses and shallow gasps for air, intermittently moving from lips, to cheek, neck to ear, back to lips. The desperate need for each other not allowing us to focus.

Your hands move again, fumbling now with the button-fly of my shorts, then with the fabric sticking to my wet thighs as you pull them down, my panties coming with them. I rise, gaining my feet momentarily to kick them aside and climb back onto you. My bare pussy now hot and wet against your straining cock. Your skin there is smooth, like no other sensation, and I begin to rub myself against you, needing to feel you sliding against my sex, tip to sack, clitoris to perineum and back. Careful, even in my hunger not to let you enter me, I love this too much.

My back arches and my shoulders fall back. Breasts present to your face, your lips taking their cue, nibbling, then sucking, opening and taking a mouthful up to my areola using your tongue like a nursing infant. The electric waves of your touch sending me to orgasm. You feel a slight rush of fluid as I come, my hips bucking so wildly now that your hands on them can barely hold on, it’s all you can do to keep me from falling off your lap. I press myself more firmly to you and my hands find my bosom, I clutch, firm handfuls of breast, you can see my nails digging in, my sounds becoming more and more animalistic as my orgasm peaks, I cry out as it crests, and just as I come down from it, my hips jerk again. This time I am unable to control you entering me.

My swollen pussy lips stretch to allow you, feeling nearly torn by your girth, as my hips sink forward, pressing you still deeper into me. Breath coming in gulps and gasps, my chest heaves. Your mouth opens as well, as if in surprise, your eyes try to widen, but are forced shut again by the torrent coming down from above. You cling to me, arms encircling my body, crossing behind me, hands gripping my biceps. You place your cheek to my bust, hiding your face in my bosom, I can feel your breath puff against the skin there. I lace my fingers behind myself, and you shift your grasp to my wrists, knowing what this will do to me.

Like a well played violin, my body begins, once more, to tense. The sounds elicited from my throat, belong to no language known to man, unintelligible syllables, exaggerated consonants wild vowels. And in the midst of it, again I say your name. Using my wrists now to guide my body you lead me to roll my hips in circles against you as you thrust into me, working me like you own this body you twist, figure eights now, and then back and forth, circles once more, and to figure eights and back. Having you use me this way does something to my body. The way a sculptor wields a chisel, you control my movements to create your own art upon the canvas of my flesh.

Our bodies so close together that our breathing compliments, your lungs filling creating my exhale. You lift your face to my neck, kissing, sucking, and licking hungrily. Our own form of communication develops, in total synchronicity I brace my heels against the chair and push as you lift us to your feet. The force of us rising to your full height brings you farther into me, still holding my wrists you support me, your arms a cradle. The total lack of control brings me again to that sweet electric heat, my cunt convulsing on your cock, you take the steps slowly. Matching the rhythm of my orgasm to your footfalls, you add to the pressure inside me.

Walking carefully, nearly blinded by my hair as you nuzzle my neck, you cross the patio. Fumbling with the back door you manage to work the slider while giving my left nipple a bit of attention, sucking my areola into your mouth and placing it between your top teeth and your tongue you suckle at my breast. Entering the house and somehow shutting the door behind us, you place me now on the back of the couch, so that I’m balancing on the edge intensifying the situation even that much more.

Bringing your hands back up to grip my shoulders, you push yourself away from me. Exiting me completely, stepping back, a wicked grin spreads across your face as I, in surprise flail desperately for support, saving myself, barely, fingernails digging in to the fabric at my sides. You wait just long enough for my shocked expression to fade before dropping to your knees in front of me. My heart still pounding both from being separated from you so suddenly, and from nearly toppling in surprise, skips yet another beat as I feel the burn of your unshaven cheek slide across my swollen, clitoris.

As I find your lips against my clit I also find your hands, left using your fingertips once again to stroke the nerves at the small of me back, right taking its own path, making its home palm against the front of my neck. I lean into it, allowing my chin to rest against the back of your hand controlling my breathing by lifting and lowering my face, I allow my mind to wander, my traveling between all the parts of my body painting their own portraits of sensation in my mind.

The black spots before my eyes growing larger, I reach for you. My palms loving the sensation of your closely kept hair against them. Lacing my fingers behind your head I pull your face farther into me, burying your mouth in my sex. You respond by greedily working my wet slit with your tongue. Long slow strokes from bottom to top, much like an ice cream, and soon you feel my pussy surge again as you raise me to orgasm. I feel your lips lock against my clit, my hips bucking wildly as you begin to suck. I throw my head back releasing the pressure from your hand at my neck, and as the world comes swimming back into focus, my mind centers on your fingertips, desperately digging into my skin, communicating to me through your touch exactly how much you enjoy making me come.