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 Here Comes the Rain ATTENTION: This story is copyright RandyRockStar (C)
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   Here Comes the Rain (MF, Oral, Nature) By Randy Rock Star - For a
special woman ....   

   " I'm going for a walk." And with that she got up and turned for the
door.  " It's going to rain." says I.  " We need rain.  We're in a bit of a
drought." She replied.  The irony was apparent.  We hadn't fucked in days
because of the heat.  That was in the rental car, with the air cranked,
parked amongst the idling semi's in the back lot of a truck stop.  But that
is a different story.  The single window unit air conditioner was barely up
to the task of cooling the bathroom and yet was tasked with trying to cool
the entire motel room.  The effort was futile.  "I'm coming with you." I
said.  Barbara is an independent woman.  Spunky, and fun and full of
exuberance.  She was halfway across the parking lot by the time I had
locked the door and I turned to admire her form.  Barb is a gem.  A rarity
among women in their forties, especially unique among grandparents.  She
stood about 5'4" in her stockings.  About fifty seven kilos in weight, she
had a perfect bottom and 38C breasts.  In this heat she was wearing a
mid-thigh skirt made of cotton and spandex and a black man's shirt, open
halfway and tied at the midriff, to frame and support her bra less
beauties. Barb is no stranger to commando style and was sporting neither a
bra nor panties, electing instead to expose as much skin as possible to any
potential breeze.  " Great idea" I said as I caught up with her and grabbed
her left hand in mine and meshed fingers with hers.  She stopped walking
for a second and with her free hand she touched my cheek and looked into my
eyes with a mischievous twinkle.  Her hand dropped to my chest and
hesitated for a second.  Then we began to stroll down the shoulder of the
road as it headed out of town.  There wasn't much to say to each other. 
All the time spent driving during the day had provided ample opportunity
for that.  We had decided to rent a car and see the country on the way home
from the west coast where we had flown to visit friends of Barb's.  The
trip through the mountains was breathtaking.  And if you haven't fucked on
a remote trail with mountain goats looking on you have not lived.  So we
strolled along at a leisurely pace, not having any destination but for the
arbitrary point at which we would turn around and come back to the oven of
a motel room.  I like holding hands with Barb.  She doesn't just hang on.
She plays with your fingers.  Tickles your palm.  And likes the same in
return.  It wasn't long before I began to sport an erection.  It was not a
problem at first.  I had walking shorts on and I'd removed my underpants
when I used the bathroom after we checked in.  But as my penis grew the
shorts tented out at front.  Barb glanced down at my crotch out of habit.
She knew the effect that hand play had on me.  "Do you want to take a
moment to fix that?" She reached over and gave it a squeeze.  "You'll be
more comfortable." " I'll survive, Barb." I said in reply.  I reached
behind her, fingers still entwined in hers, and felt her bum.  "See what
you do to me?" Then I kissed her passionately and pushed my tongue into her
wet mouth.  I felt a drop of rain.  The wind had picked up some as we'd
walked and the clouds had been building all day bringing humidity with it.
"It's going to rain." I said.  " We need rain." She replied.  And she began
to walk again, at an increased pace and pulled on my arm to keep up.  We
were still headed out of town.  About a kilometer from the motel now, the
road was bounded by wheat fields on either side.  Canola had supplanted
wheat for the most part in the Canadian prairies but in this area it was
still the predominant crop.  As the raindrops increased in frequency our
clothes started to get wet and it felt good as it cooled our hot flesh. 
The rain became steady and the wind increased.  "You know, if you were
wearing a white blouse now your boobs would be quite visible." " I don't
need to wear white to expose myself, darling." She replied.  I laughed. 
"No, you have shown me before that you don't.  Ok, lets see them.  Give
your tits some of this fresh air.  I dare you to undo that knot." But she
was already on the same mind track.  She'd let go of my hand and was now
using both of hers to untie the blouse.  When she had it undone she reached
behind herself and twisted the tails of the shirt together and then tied
them in a knot in the small of her back.  I put my right arm around her and
held her hands together behind her back and in the increasing rain I kissed
her deeply again and she moaned and shivered.  With my left hand I cupped
her right breast and lifted it.  Then I dropped my head and began to lick
the mixture of rain and salty perspiration from her skin.  When I reached
her erect nipple I pulled on it with my lips and then swirled around the
aureole with my tongue.  She quivered and then regained her senses and
pulled her hands free from my grip.  " What's good for the goose..." she
said and she reached for my fly and had it open in a flash.  She put her
wet hand into my pants and pulled out my raging hard cock.  She stroked my
slippery shaft as I licked her precious nipple.  We must have been quite a
sight, standing on the shoulder of the road, rain now pounding so hard the
drops bounced on contact with the ground.  It was now dark and there was
not any traffic but that didn't subtract from the outrageousness of this
behavior.  A flash of lightening brought a split second of daylight and a
dose of reality as I realized we would be safer on the ground than standing
on the side of a prairie road.  I pulled away from her breast and looked
deep into her eyes and quickly I said "We better get down lower." I grabbed
her hand and ran for the ditch.  She turned and we hit the edge together.
The grass was slippery and the parched earth had turned to mud.  Our shoes
provided little traction and we slid down the slippery slope into the
ditch, landing on our backs in the muddy grass, reclined on the slope.  We
both cracked open laughing as the rain landed on our faces.  It felt so
good after the heat wave of the past few days and we just laid there for a
minute.  The next thing I knew this vixen was on top of me and staring into
my eyes with a look of animal lust.  Barb has an appetite for sex like no
woman I've met.  Yet I have never seen her as hungry as she looked at this
moment.  Her short black hair was soaked.  The rain was running down the
side of her tits and streaming off the ends of her nipples as if they were
fountains of life, landing on my t-shirt.  She pushed my shirt up to my
chin.  And then she reached behind and grabbed my cock, guiding it into her
warm, wet paradise.  Pushing back, she sat down on my cock.  She pressed
her wet chest into mine and began to fuck me, slowly at first but as the
animal desire built she fucked me harder and harder, as we lay in the mud
on the slope of the ditch beside the road.  A transport truck roared past
and blasted his horn at us.  Barb came hard and for a moment lay still on
my chest.  Then she pushed herself up into a push up position and began to
laugh.  " Thanks, Randy.  Fuck, I really needed that." And she put her
hands around my face and kissed me with deep affection.  It's funny how you
can convey your feelings so capably with something as simple as a kiss. 
Kissing is highly under-rated.  I slid my still hard cock in and out of her
soaking gash.  "But you're still hard.  You haven't cum yet." she said with
a look of concern.  " That's alright, bebe.  Let's go back to the motel and
get cleaned up.  You can take care of me in the shower." The rain had
climaxed and was easing off.  We scrambled up the slope on hands and knees
and rose to our feet as we reached the shoulder.  Another transport truck
whizzed past, blaring his horn and rinsing us with his spray.  We both came
to the same realization that we were exposed to the elements and we
laughed. " Come on lover", she said and she grabbed my cock and led me back
towards the glowing motel sign.  "I wanna suck my juices off of your lovely
cock."