I love the rain.

I've always found something very erotic about cool summer rain softly
beating down on my naked body.  Making me totally wet--inside and out.

My first thrill with the rain came when I was a teen.  I was walking home
from a friend's house, and noticing the sky growing darker and darker, I
cut through a wooded field to save time.  But the rain wouldn't hold off,
and I was drenched in no time.  I wish you could have seen me in my soaking
wet t-shirt, no bra.  (I was rebellious and refused to wear one, until my
boobs got to their full D-cup size, nature forcing the issue.)  My nipples
were so hard I thought they were going to poke holes in the tight wet
t-shirt!  So I took it off and let the rain pour down on my budding
breasts.  My pussy was tingling as well, but I wasn't quite bold enough at
that age to get completely naked.  So I settled for alternately rubbing
myself through my jeans and playing with my rock hard nipples.

When the rain stopped, I was disappointed.  Heading home, I climbed right
into a cold shower and masturbated myself to ecstacy.

On that day, I fell in love with the rain.  From then on, whenever it
rained, I would go out to the secluded field, strip naked, and let the rain
beat against my body.  One rainy night, I brought a lounge chair along, and
spent the whole night masturbating as the rain pounded me relentlessly.

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A few years ago, I was travelling cross country in my little two-seater.
Driving through Texas I ran into a thunderstorm.  I slowed down to match
the conditions, but never felt threatened by the storm.  After all, the
rain was an old friend.  An old lover, I corrected myself, smiling at those
fond memories.

But the storm got worse.  Soon I couldn't see more than a few feet in front
of me.  Eventually I had to stop at one of those roadside picnic areas.
I'm sure you can guess what happened next.  I ended up spread out on one of
the picnic benches, my clothes in a wet heap on the ground beneath me,
frigging myself for all I was worth.  At first I had reasoned with myself
that the other people seeking refuge in the picnic stop wouldn't be able to
see me through the driving rain.  Finally I admitted to myself that I
didn't care and just went for it.

I have been well fucked by numerous men and women alike, but I have to tell
you, the multiple orgasms I had on that picnic table, from the rain beating
down mercilessly on my swollen clit, were the best I've ever experienced.
It drove me fucking crazy with pleasure!

After a short eternity of torrential bliss, the rain stopped quite abruptly
(I actually gasped, it was so sudden.)  Without missing a beat, I put my
hand over my clit and finished the job, jacking myself off to three more
powerful orgasms.

Of course, I had totally forgotten that when the rain had stopped, I would
no longer be "invisible".  I got quite a shock when I sat up and heard the
thunderous sound of blaring horns.  Several 18-wheelers had also pulled
into the rest area out of the storm, and had been treated to a birds-eye
view of a rather delectable (if I do say so myself), well-endowed,
completely naked, drenched blonde putting on a very hot, very wet solo
performance.  Gathering up my soaked garments, I tried futilely to cover
myself, then figured what the hell.  I stood up and took a bow, and the
horns blared again.

Parked next to my car was a pickup truck with a young couple in it.  They,
too had obviously watched my little show, and had obviously enjoyed it as
well.  The man, grinning, was staring at me as I walked back to my car.
His wife had her head in his lap, and all I could see was the top of her
head as it eagerly bobbed up and down.

Walking up to the driver's side, I stood and watched a little bit of THEIR
show.  The wife, a pretty brunette, was very talented with her mouth.  The
guy rolled down the window and, between moans, told me how much they had
enjoyed my show.  His wife looked up briefly and smiled shyly at me, then
continued devouring her husband's meat.  I really wanted to open that car
door and trade pointers with that girl on the fine art of cocksucking, but
I needed to get back on the road.

Leaning down and poking my head through their open window, my big tits
dangling, I warned the lady, "Make sure you finish that before he gets back
on the road....I don't want to be responsible for any accidents!"  She
murmured a muffled "mmm hmmmm" through her mouthful of cock.

Turning to the husband, I firmly took both of his hands, and guided them to
my ripe firm 36-D tits.  He eagerly began groping them, clearly in heaven
with a pair of angelic lips wrapped around his dick and a pair of huge
knockers in his hands.  "Too bad your wife didn't join me on the picnic
table," I teased.  "I would have enjoyed having you watch me fuck her...."
The poor guy gasped, and I could tell by the expression on the brunette's
face that her mouth was now being blasted with spurts of her husband's
cum.  Congratulating myself on my skills as a human aphrodisiac, I took my
naked butt back to my car, and got back on the road.

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Last week, it began to rain as I drove home from work.  The pattering of
the rain on my windshield got me very wet, and despite the slippery
conditions I sped home, eager to enjoy the late afternoon thundershower
while it lasted.  When I got home, I stripped naked and threw on a black
raincoat and a pair of sandals, then went outside into the rain.  As I made
my way across the busy street separating my home from the meadow, I
wondered what all these drivers in the evening rush would think if they
knew that I was completely bare-assed under my raincoat.  I considered
flashing them, but I don't want to be the cause of an accident!

Finally I made it to my little secluded area.  I wasted no time getting rid
of my raincoat.  Now completely nude except for my sandals, I began
running, streaking through the field.  I yelped as the wet, waist high
grass tickled my thighs and legs, and as the rain thoroughly soaked me.  I
also love the way my tits bounce as I run.

Now thorougly drenched (and my cunt sopping wet and on fire as well) I knew
it was time to roll around in the wet grass for some serious finger
action.  Stopping twice to lick and bite at my hard nipples, I made my way
back to the little clearing where I had discarded my raincoat.

When I got there, my raincoat was nowhere to be found.  In a panic, my
heart pounding, I searched through the tall grass, but no raincoat.

Then I heard a voice, "Looking for this?"  The voice, from the trees at the
edge of the clearing, belonged to my neighbor, Angela, who was holding my
raincoat and wearing a lustful "caught-you-in-the-act" grin.

Angela is four years younger than me, a little bit overweight but she still
looks pretty good in a one-piece swimsuit.  And she has always had a little
crush on me, I knew.

I hadn't spoken yet.  "Interesting little hobby you have...." Angela
continued.  The redhead was openly staring at my body, taking in my ripe
36-D breasts and my bald snatch.  And I was getting excited by it.

"Well, " I began, "looks like you have me over a barrel.  What's it going
to take to get that raincoat back?"

"You'll have to catch me...." she teased me then turned around and ran.

Angela's a little heavier than me, so she wasn't that hard to catch.  I
caught up with her and tackled her as she doubled back to the clearing.  We
rolled around in the tall wet grass, wrestling.  Then we kissed.  As
Angela's tongue danced with mine, her hands explored my wet, naked body.

"Let's get you out of these wet clothes...." I sighed, tugging at Angela's
shirt, then her jeans.  She doesn't wear underwear, so we were both naked
in the rain in no time.

"Oh!" Angela exclaimed as the cold rain beat down on her body.

"I'll warm you...." I promised, straddling the younger girl's face and
lowering my head to her crotch.  Usually I don't like to eat a pussy unless
it's shaved, but I made an exception as Angela's tongue got busy between my
legs.  We dipped into a hot, extremely wet 69, and I learned that my young
neighbor really knows how to eat pussy.  I'm no amateur myself, and we were
both screaming with pleasure (somewhat muffled of course!) in no time at
all.

The little nymph then wanted to tease me, barely flicking my clit with her
tongue.  I followed suit, lightly licking the hood of her clit.  She
moaned, imploring me to give her the thorough tongue lashing which would
drive her past the point of no return.  I continued teasing her though.
She did the same to me and it was driving me fucking crazy!  Finally I
could take no more, and I relentlessly humped my crotch against her tongue,
fucking her face.  I'm surprised I didn't suffocate the poor young girl,
but she was loving every minute of it and was bucking her hips upward,
trying to fuck my tongue.  But I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.

Of course, the only thing for her to do was to roll us over so she would be
on top, which was precisely what she did.  Now it was my turn to have a
face full of cunt.  Which I lapped at hungrily as Angela took my clit in
her mouth and screamed.  That made me cum, and I screamed too.  In our
abandon, we rolled around in the wet grass, driving each other insane with
pleasure, until Angela rolled us into a puddle of mud.  Then we broke the
69 and, giggling, mud-wrestled for awhile.  Angela, who's a little heavier
and a bit stronger than me, was the winner, but was nevertheless also
covered from head to toe.

Retrieving her shirt, Angela wiped her mouth clean, then mine, then slid
her tongue into my mouth for a very passionate kiss.  We stood there in the
rain, frenching each other wildly, the mud being washed away in the
downpour and before long we were fairly clean.  Then Angela laid me down in
the grass, and taking a handful of the mud, began painting my body with
it.  I did her next, and eventually we just said "fuck it" and embraced,
french kissing while grinding our cunts together, and rolled in the mud
some more.

The rain then began letting up, and it was time to be getting home.  Angela
had the naughty idea that we should walk home like this, completely naked,
covered only with head to toe coating of mud.  Excited, I took the dare,
taking my new lover's hand we headed for home.  As we looked each other
over, it was obvious that a long, hot shower would be needed before both of
us adjourned to a steamy, passionate night between the cool white sheets of
my double bed.