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Rain (MF, rom)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1993
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They had spent a wonderful day together picnicking at the local
park, where spring had revealed itself in the emerald green of the grass
on which they'd lain, and in the smell of the warm breeze that blew
tendrils of her hair every which way. Now whenever they thought of this
day, they would both remember sitting comfortably and silently, his head
resting in her lap, and they would remember running and laughing and
playing like two little children who had just discovered springtime.
But now it was time to go home...
Sighing, she folded the blanket they'd spread out on the grass,
and he gathered up their trash and threw it away. They walked back to
their car, holding hands. On the way home it began to rain in big gusts,
the water sheeting across the windshield with the suddenness common to
spring storms. She glanced sideways at him and smiled, her brown eyes
twinkling mischievously. He seemed not to notice as she took his right
hand off the steering wheel and placed it on the sun-warmed flesh of her
left thigh. He still seemed oblivious to her actions. Leave it up to
him to forget the interesting effect storms always had on her already
healthy libido! Leaning over a bit, she placed her mouth near his right
ear, and growled lightly, hoping this would evoke some kind of a
response. Alas, it did not. "Honey," he said patiently as if speaking
to an errant child,"I'm trying to drive."
Pouting at her lack of success, she slumped back in her seat,
crossed her arms over her chest and remained silent for the rest of the
ride home. He didn't say anything either. She glanced at him
occasionally in the darkness beside her as the rain pounded down upon the
car and thought about how badly she wanted him then.
They were home, finally. Silently, she watched as he got out and
began walking toward the house. Slowly, she herself got out, making sure
to take the blanket with her. She watched as he disappeared inside the
house. She opted to stay outside. She stood outside and let the rain
wash over the way she used to do when she was little. She stood and let
it soak through all her clothing and wet her hair. She remained unaware
of him standing silhouetted in the window watching her with a smile on
his face as her wet clothes began to mold themselves to her body. Finally
she shrugged her shoulders and turned to go back inside. She stepped
into the house and noticed that all the lights were off, but paid no
attention to it. Right now she was a little put-out with him so she
didn't allow herself to wonder where he was. Yawning tiredly she trudged
up the stairs to their room and opened the closet and yanked out her
flannel robe, deciding against changing into clothes. She started to
take off the now-drenched t-shirt she was wearing when she felt his arms
close around her from behind. "Let me," he said quietly.
Her hands stilled as his brushed lightly over her stomach and
grasped her shirt. He began to pull it up slowly. He paused, and let
his hands feel her softness through the fabric of her bra. She held her
breath as he lifted her arms and pulled the shirt over her head. He
turned her around to face him. Kneeling down in front of her, he helped
her step out of her wet cut-offs. She stood before him in nothing but a
wet bra that did nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, and a
pair of black panties. Her appearance was enough to arouse in him the
fierce need it always did. He wanted her... His hardened member
throbbed with excitement.
He led her to the bed, himself clad in nothing, and pushed her onto her
back. Then he leaned over her and just looked at her, taking in the way
wet strands of her hair clung to the swell of her breasts. Lovingly he
traced the curve of her lips, and she smiled slightly, liking the
tenderness of this gesture. Playfully she nipped at his finger.
Furrowing his eyebrows at her with mock severity, he removed the
offended finger and kissed her, hard, showing her the extent of his arousal.
He loved her yes, and he also lusted after her. Their tongues danced around
and on and over each other eagerly, and their desire was only sharpened
by this prolonged foreplay. She could feel his hardness as they ground
against each other in the midst of their kiss. Her desire matched
his-she felt her pussy beginning to get wet and hot. And for some
reason, the thought of the little stain her rapidly moistening pussy
must be leaving on her panties turned her on even more. She moaned into his
mouth. He moaned back, loving the way she sounded. If possible, his
cock hardened even more. It was amazing they still managed to turn each
other on so much. In this case at least, familiarity did not breed
contempt.
The feel of his cock sliding against her clitoris just underneath
the thin fabric of her panties as they thrust back and forth drove her
crazy. God, but he was so hard and so hot. And she knew her panties
were going to need a good washing what with the way her juices were
oozing all over them!
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, one minute holding her
head still, another sliding through her hair, and yet another kneading
her breasts. Her moans accelerated until she was literally panting for
him. "Put your mouth on my nipples," she commanded. He was all too
happy to oblige. But he started by placing his mouth on her breast over
her bra and breathing through the skimpy fabric. Next he licked her
aching nipples through her bra. She moaned again, not satisfied by this
torture. "Oh, take it off," she begged.
"Why don't you take it off for me, sexy?" he asked, his voice
husky with desire. So she did, sliding the straps slowly down her
shoulders, revealing inch after inch of beautiful flesh. He gasped,
incredibly aroused by her show. She herself was enjoying drawing it
out. With her straps down around her shoulders, she cupped her
breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, making her already-
ample cleavage even more delightfully pronounced.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, smiling at the effect she
was having on him. Deep down, she was just a little vixen.
"Uh-huh," he replied, unable to get any other words out of his
now-dry mouth. She continued to lower the straps until just the
slightest bit of the dark areola surrounding her nipples was exposed. He
sighed, watching helplessly as she removed the bra altogether and left
her very pleasing breasts open to his hungry gaze. Unable to control
himself, he pounced on her, greedily licking all along her breasts,
squeezing them together in his hands before finally taking each nipple,
one-by-one into his mouth. He sucked her nipples, and determined to make
her want him even more, he gently bit down on each, causing her to moan
loudly with pleasure. Her moans were music to his ears. They sounded
obscenely good. When he finally came up for air, his lover's breasts
were glistening and wet with his saliva. He watched her chest rise
and fall, causing her breasts to sway, with every swift indrawn
breath.
Deciding it was time for some more aggression on her part, she
grinned wickedly to herself, and with what sounded suspiciously like a
warm purr, she pushed him off her, and turned him on his back. He
wondered happily to himself what she would do next. He did not need
to wonder for very long. Sitting up on their bed, she swiftly slid
off her panties and tossed them to him. He deftly caught them and
brought them to his face, inhaling the scent of her wetness imprinted
on them. He groaned, she smelled so damned good. Without warning,
she straddled his face and lowered her pussy until it was just within
his eager tongue's reach. "Lick me, lover," she ordered sexily, causing
his cock to twitch.
"Oh, yes," he managed to get out,"give me your pussy, baby. Let
me lick you and taste your juices." And then he began to lick and suck
her, his tongue occasionally darting in and out of her steaming pussy.
She was very definitely wet. "Mmmm, baby, you taste so good," he
moaned, his words slightly garbled by the pressure of her insistent pussy
pushing against his face as he sped up his licking. He loved to go down
on her-there was nothing in the world quite like it. He hungrily swiped
her pussy with his agile tongue and lapped her juices cleanly into his
waiting mouth. There was nothing in the world like the taste and feel of
his lover's pussy. She rode his face, moaning crazily.
Finally, the throbbing in his poor, hard, cock became unbearable,
and he said,"Fuck me, baby, please fuck me," and he pulled her down a
bit until she was seated just below his cock. She could feel the
heat emanating from him. She rose up and then slowly lowered her soaked
pussy onto his waiting cock and began to ride him, slowly at first, and
then faster. She looked so beautiful and sensual on top of him, her eyes
closed, her head thrown back slightly and her breasts bouncing with each
of her thrusts. And the sounds escaping from between her lips were too
good to be true. "Yeah, that's good, baby, just like that," he
exclaimed breathlessly," ride me hard. Let me feel your pussy clamped
down around my cock..."
She heeded his well-meaning instructions and rode him fast and
hard, feeling the inevitable pressure and pleasure building from
somewhere deep within her. "Do you want me? Tell me how much you want
me. Tell me how good you feel having your cock inside my wet pussy,"
she moaned.
"Oh yes, honey, I want you. I want you so badly. I can't
believe how good it feels to have my cock inside your pussy. Can you
feel me throbbing inside you?" he replied.
"Uh-huh, I feel you," she answered.
She continued to ride him, spurred on by his fevered exclamations of
"Fuck me, oh baby, fuck me, please. That's it, ride me, honey. Let me feel
your pussy."
And finally her back arched and she cried out as she orgasmed to the
accompaniment of his voice telling her to "Come on, baby, come for me.
Let me feel your pussy tighten around my cock as you come for me. Come
on, that's it..."
He cried out as well, when he reached his own climax and poured
himself into her as he felt her walls clench and spasm around him. He
shuddered.
She collapsed onto him, as drained as he was. Their warm bodies
were slick with the sweat and moisture of their lovemaking, and they
clung to each other, utterly spent. "Whew," they exclaimed in unison.
They laughed, and he held her to him as he pushed her hair out of
her eyes and kissed her lightly on her mouth. "I love you," he said
quietly, meaning it.
"And I love YOU," she replied, smiling softly. Having said
that, she rolled off him and settled next to him, laying her head
contentedly on his chest. He stroked his hand down her hair and back,
and felt her slowly relax into sleep. And just as he began to follow
swiftly after her, he realized he could no longer the pitter patter of
rain on their roof. He chuckled quietly to himself, and then drifted
off, joining his lover in the realm of dreams.