Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Archive;'HardRain.txt'{Bunyip}(M/F)[1!1] Subject: Hard Rain Date: 19/11/2003 From: Bunyip Organization: Archive: AASTR/Authors/Aussie_Bunyip CAUTION: This story contains adult themes not appropriate to minors. =========================================================================== === Hard Rain by Bunyip 19/11/2003 It was dark and overcast but across the water, there was a festival going on and I had come out to watch the fireworks as I had every year since I had married. This year however I was alone, and was gradually coming to grips with the reality that she was gone forever. I sighed as I remembered standing there hand in hand, year after year, watching what was just a country fireworks show. As it began, I noticed another person on the dark beach. It was a woman in a nice feminine dress, very similar to what my wife would have worn. As she strolled up the beach watching the fireworks, she was startled to see me standing there silently in the darkness. She shrieked at first as I said "It's OK, I'm not going to bite you! I'm just watching the fireworks." "I'm sorry," she said, "but I wasn't going to come here alone, and then I just had to..." and she began to weep. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Oh I'm just being silly, you see I came here every year with my husband until last year when he passed away. I didn't come last year but this year I just had to come." "I understand." I said, "stand with me then, I'll keep you safe." and I gradually explained that we were pretty much there on the same mission. In very little time we were looking at the fireworks, but telling our most personal details of our individual griefs and pain. After nearly an hour we realised that the fireworks had stopped long ago and we were merely watching the lights of the fairground, and still talking as if we had known each other for years. We had so much in common. We were interrupted by a few rumbles of thunder followed almost immediately by heavy drops of rain, and we both started for the road. At first we walked but as the rain got heavier and heavier we ran, and then I found myself holding her hand and leading her to my car, a four wheel drive, which was at the very edge of the soft sand. Her vehicle was a white sedan that we could barely see a long way ahead. I unlocked the doors and let her in then went around the other side and let myself in. "I can drive you to your car if you feel safer." I offered. "Can we just sit here and watch the rain on the ocean?" she said over the pounding of the rain on the roof of the car. We sat there for ages talking about our respective partners and how each had passed away in untimely illnesses. I saw her shiver and offered her my coat. She looked into my eyes as if pondering her new find. "Would you just hold me?" I smiled and leaned over slipping a little closer, and we embraced. I felt her chilled body and instinctively began rubbing her flesh to warm her and it was as just if we were a long term couple. We both snuggled in and fitted together as if we had identical expectations and habits. She turned for me to rub her back and her face simply fell into place on my shoulder. I rubbed her back and felt her bra strap was in the way so without even considering whether to ask her, I undid it and rubbed where it had been. Her hands were on the sides of my chest rubbing in circles "Oh Michael," she said "I've missed you." I wasn't comfortable at first with her calling me by what I presumed was her husbands name, but felt it made her comfortable and that was all that mattered. I continued to rub her body through the thin wet cotton material and she began kissing my neck. Her mouth progressed to my ear and I was getting all hot and bothered. My cock was growing even though I hadn't planned on taking advantage of her. Then I realised that she was the instigator of this so I should simply let her go and follow her lead. About that time her hand suddenly appeared on my crotch and she rubbed my cock so it truely was hard. My hands were on her waist, around her wet dress and I realised just how wet it was. "Perhaps you should get out of that wet dress." I said without thinking of the context in which I was saying it. She smiled and in a minute or so she had taken it off in the car which I thought was an achievement in itself. Her bra came off with it as it was already undone and I was presented with a beautiful woman in her panties, which were transparent from being soaked through with rain. "There might be a picnic blanket in the back?" I offered, but she smiled and said "No, you can keep me warm." With that she straddled my lap and we had a long deep and wonderful kiss. Not a tongue kiss as some seem to think manditory, but an soft, wet, open passionate kiss that went on forever. Her breasts heaved against my chest and her hips ground invitingly onto my lap as if she were rubbing her own sensitive spots against my lumpy crotch. She sat back and started undoing my shirt while I inspected her beautifully formed, soft, rounded breasts. She had my belt undone and was undoing my fly when I realised how long I had been staring at her beautiful body. She was even more beautiful than my dear wife, and much more passionate, yet I felt as comfortable with her as if she were my lost partner. I slipped my trousers off pver my bare feet and kicked them onto the pedals. My cock slipped out of the leg of my underwear and I was relieved to have it standing straight up between us. Her eyes seemed to gleam as she spied it and stared at it. "Your wife was a very lucky women!" she observed. I smiled at the best compliment I had been paid in many years. She moved back into the passenger seat and went down on my eager organ. I arched my back and then lifted my pelvis as she gave me the best sucking I had ever had. I truely thought I would be spraying my overeager juices everywhere, but instead just as I recognised it ws too late to warn her, she burried it inside mer mouth and took everything into the back of her throat, apparently swollowing it immediately. I had the most enjoyable orgasm ever, and in fact really appreciated what an orgasm was all about for the first time in years. It wasn't that my previous partner was amiss, but simply that it was never as enjoyable as the expert attention I had just received. She immediately straddled my lap again. She pulled her panties down over her rump and hips, placing my failing cock in the wet crevice between her sex lips, not inside her, but in her moist slot with the head of it inside her panties. She placed her feet either side of me so she was in fact squatting on my cock, and she began to rub her wet cunt over my soft but not flaccid cock. I could feel her bump, that I presumed to be her clitoris, rubbing against the underside of my shaft, and as she found pleasures she would change her actions, and motions. Her breasts heaved and wobbled, and her face was beautiful even with her eyes gently closed and that intense look of a woman on a mission. I could feel her wetter and wetter against my cock, and I could feel it responding until it was hard and stroking her clitoris along it's whole length with the head of the great long thing pushing at her panties at the end of every downward stroke. I wanted to slide inside her, but didn't want to spoil her apparent pleasure by interrupting her action. I also wasn't sure whether she was protected and I sure as hell wasn't. Soon it didn't matter and she was moaning and clawing at me with her fingers calling out "Oh Michael, sweet Michael, I love you!" She gave some thrusts against my hard-again cock, and and then clenched herself tightly against my chest. "Please," I said when I thought she had ridden over her orgasm, "I'm not Michael. I have to make sure that you are not doing this with me under a mistaken idea." She smiled and said "I'm so sorry, you're just as sweet as Michael, just as strong and big, even bigger where it counts. You even smell like him! But I do know that Michael is gone. It's just a habit I guess. Would you like get inside me now?" she said with a hand gripping onto my cock and stroking it slowly, enticingly. "Oh yeah!" I said, "But I don't have a condom." "I do, but you'll have to follow me home. It's just down the track a bit." She took her panties off and tossed them into the back seat, then put her dress back on. I drove her to her car suddenly realising that the rain had stopped ages ago, and I followed her to the bungalow that was the next one to mine, though a hundred metres apart. I pulled up outside and recognised that we had been holidaying together for years and years, and I did know what Michael looked like at least. To this day we still holiday together, but then we live together as well.