Message-ID: <11695eli$9805291048@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11695.txt> From: myschief@aol.com (Myschief) Subject: **Rain Dance** By Myschief (f/m) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998052823573500.TAA19540@ladder01.news.aol.com> You know the usual rules/warnings: your at least 18 and you know this story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activities right? If not, have a nice evening elsewhere, thanks. I would love to hear your comments: myschief1@juno.com Rain Dance by: Myschief When Jake and I got to the park it was sunny but the clouds were slowly making their way towards us. I threw the blanket onto the ground and laid back to watch the clouds form their different and interesting shapes. I couldn't help but think of all the times my college friends and I had done the very same thing but on some mood altering drug. I really missed those days at times like this, the electricity in the air before an intense storm. On the other hand, there is one thing that doesn't even compare to the 'good ole days'... the sex. We were side by side on the navy blanket and it was almost completely dark. The black thunderclouds had completely blotted out the sun. The first fat drop of rain fell and landed squarely on my nose. I laughed and sat up, urging him to help me get our things together. He grabbed the blanket and I picked up the picnic basket and we headed back to the truck. The rain hits hard and heavily in Arizona during the monsoon season. We were soaked by the time we reached his truck. He slammed the door and I smiled at him. He was a tall man with fairly broad shoulders, his dark blond hair was dripping from the cold rain water. I laughed and leaned over to brush back the stray hairs that were plastered to his forehead. He caught my wrist and pulled me closer to him, pressing his wet lips to mine. I pulled back with what must have been a questioning look in my eyes. He smiled and pointed at my chest. I looked down to find that my T-shirt was soaked and clinging to my breasts. My nipples were puckered from the cold, obvious through the thin cotton of my shirt. He reached out to cup my breast in his hand, letting his thumb graze my hard nipple. I smiled and told him that, if he hurried back to my place, he might get to do more than just touch my breast. With that, he started up the truck and we made our way to my townhouse. We walked into my living room where Jake promptly sat down on the overstuffed chair that he loves so and took off his shoes. I put the wet blanket in the dryer and went back in to the living room. I have sliding glass doors that lead out to my small backyard. The view is great but the dark clouds completely hid the mountains. Lightning pierced the sky, lighting up the room as I walked over to the stereo to pick out a new CD. A little Janice is what we need, I thought. He sat there, not saying a word. The first song began vibrating through the speakers that surrounded the room. I started to gently sway to the music. I love to dance and decided that tonight he would finally get that private show he’s always daring me to do. I turned towards him and smiled, moving my hips to the music. He started to get up but I put up my hand and told him to sit back down. He grinned like a schoolboy. Actually grinned! I ran my hands up my sides and then back down again. I kept eye contact with him while I let my fingertips trace a slow sensuous trail down my thighs and then back up my stomach, even further up to my breasts. I was cold but not as cold as I had been only a few moments before. I pulled at the wet shirt, sliding it up and over my head where I let it drop to the floor. I never stopped dancing. I slowly peeled the clingy, wet material of my bra from my full breasts. They swung free until I grasped them and pressed my hands into the soft flesh. He leaned forward in his chair but did not get up. Good boy, I thought. He understood the rules so far. I turned away from him and undid the button and zipper of my jean shorts. Hooking my thumbs into the loops, I slowly inched the heavy, wet material down over my hips. Turning back to him, I smiled. His eyes were so intense. His expression did not change when I pushed my hand under the cotton of my thong. I decided to leave the thong on, just for a little while longer. My hands traveled over my body and I moved up close to him and whispered that he was not allowed to touch the performer. Jake nodded in understanding although his eyes never left my breasts. I took his arms and pulled him to the edge of the large chair so that I could straddle him. I swung my leg over his and slowly lowered myself so that I was almost touching his lap, closed my eyes and just let the music flood through me. He reached out and ran his hand up my side towards my breasts. I grabbed it and shook my head, reminding Jake that he was not to touch. He pulled back hesitantly. I let myself drop even closer to him. I felt the rough, cold cloth of his jeans on my inner thighs. My hips rotated to the sensuous rhythm. I felt his hard cock straining against his pants every time I brushed the thin material of my thong against him. I sucked in my breath but tried to not let him hear me. I leaned closer to him, letting my hair brush against his exposed face and neck. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, flinging it away. I reached out and let my fingertips drag down his chest, lightly rubbing his nipples. I loved that they were as hard as mine. He was being so good and the music pushed me further. I slowly eased off his lap and made my way around to the back of the chair. I leaned over his shoulder and lightly kissed the tender sensitive skin behind each of his ears in turn. He turned towards me and tried to kiss me but I pulled away, going around to stand in front of him once again. I danced, working my hands up and down my body. I was losing myself in the moment, so turned on by the music, my hands and his intent stare. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my thong and pushed them down my thighs to step out of them. I slowly lowered my ass and, with my hands on my knees, spread my legs farther apart as I made my descent. Rising up now, I burned inside. I backed toward the couch, sat down, leaned back and pulled my knees up so that he would have a scrumptious view of my wet crotch. Jake started to get up. I told him that if he wanted me, he would have to wait until I said he could have me. He reluctantly sat back down and watched me as I began to caress my creamy thighs. My hands seemed to move on their own accord now. I had never touched myself so blatantly in front of Jake before. The intensity of the moment increased with every pass of my hand over my exposed pussy. I reached up and pinched my hard nipples between my finger and thumb, rolling them around before sliding my hands back down my stomach. I couldn't wait any longer. I told Jake to come to me. He stood and hurriedly pulled his jeans and boxers down before making his way to me. He moved down onto his knees before me and took my leg, pulling it up so that he could take my toes into his mouth. He lingered on every toe, giving each one a delicious suck. He made his way up my leg, leaving a trail of light kisses. Jake's hands formed small circles on my stomach as he pleasured me with his mouth. I had my hands buried in his hair, holding him between my powerful thighs. I moaned and squirmed under his touch, thrusting my hips up to meet his tongue. He pulled away and told me that my dance was the sexiest thing he had ever seen as he entered me, sliding in slowly. The lightning was incredible, flashing behind him as I watched. The loud cracks of thunder made me shudder. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled myself up so that my breasts brushed against him when he thrust into me. Our orgasms rushed at us. I felt him tense. I heard his breath catch in my ear. He moaned, sending me over the edge. We held each other tightly until the sensations started to ebb. I wouldn't trade the old days for this, not in a million years. The electricity in the air before a good thunderstorm holds so much more for me now. copywrite 1998 MP 3/30/98 10:11 p.m. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>