The Rain pt. 1
It’s been some time since I’ve enjoyed the rain. Sometime since I’ve heard thunder as pure as this. And just as I begin to enjoy it, it ends. Like all things good and bad. It ends. Not with one last loud crash but it slowly dies off and disappears into nothing. It’s quiet again. Only the sounds of the raindrops dripping from the tree leaves. The air is thick and warm. A gentle breeze rattles the trees making them sprinkle me with water. It’s cool on my skin. I close my eyes and begin to drift away again. Smells overwhelm me, the rain water is fresh and I enjoy its purity. I begin to drift again. This time I am lost and entangled by the smell of the trees. Strong smells of old earth push me along my journey. As I lay I feel myself drifting back to where I began. A soft touch caresses me. It feels as though a rose has gently grazed my skin. The touch continues. It feels so wonderful that I forget the rain. As it continues to outline my face I recognize it. Nothing in nature could ever compare to this softness. How foolish of me to think so. I try to move to get closer to her, but I am stopped. A gentle force coaxes me back down like a strong wind cooling and calming me. I comply. A warm burden falls onto me I recognize it again. She begins to gently press her lips to mine. Her kiss is wonderful. It is sweeter than the ripest of fruit. I raise my arms to take her into me. She is again soft and warm. The breeze comes by again sprinkling raindrops onto her back. Their coolness surprises her and she gently moans and arches her back. My hands follow the contour of her form. I begin to outline her figure with my hands. So soft. As I move my hands up I can feel her hair grazing my fingers as the wind blows. She moves down again to kiss me and my hands follow her movements until they rest at the back of her head. Her lips are warm and plump, her tongued gently touches my own and I drift off again. I lose myself in her kiss and the smell of her hair. It is sweet like honeysuckle and I run my hands through it again. She moves her kiss down to my earlobe. She gently nibbles my ear is I gently blow into hers. My hands begin to wonder along her body finding and stroking spots here and there. They separate as one strokes her hair and the other moves down to her soft round behind. She adjusts her body again so that she sits on my stomach. She raises up I am blessed with her beauty. Her hands run along my chest and stomach taking note of every curve and groove. I caress her waist and outline her navel with my thumb. My hands wonder again as my fingertips graze past her nipples. I lovingly cup each of her full breasts and gently squeeze each of her nipples. She closes her eyes as they begin to roll back into her head. She leans her head back and her hands meet my own. Now she drifts. Our hands converge on her supple chest and run along her body. By now I know that she has felt my anticipation growing with each touch. I am almost in pain as I grow larger with each moment. The night air lays over us. I feel heat and moisture all at the same time on my stomach. The sensation grows as our movements continue. I recognize this as well. This she knows is no place for our actions to continue. She comes back down and whispers with the softest voice into my ear. My senses are so overwhelmed that I can't interpret her but what she says is universal. She rises up from me leading me back away from nature to a place more man-made but just as fulfilling. The lights are low and the windows are open. All I can hear is my own breathing and her light footsteps. We stop at the entrance to the room she turns and kisses me again, wrapping her arms around me. I embrace her and pull her into me. The heat I felt before is still there. As we kiss I can hear the gentle flicker of the candles in the distance. Our movements become urgent as we get warmer. I lean back against a wall as she lifts her leg around mine. I begin to grow even more. I lift her into my chest and she begins to grind her into me. I can tell by her breathing that she needs me. We lose each other again as my hand moves down to stroke her flower. My fingers are met with moisture and heat. My fingers press apart her petals as I slowly slip one into her. Her inner lips squeeze my fingers gently at first but then tighter. Her breathing quickens as I swirl my finger around. She drifts even deeper as she begins to moan for me. I pull my finger from inside her flower and gently begin to stroke her petals. She moves her hand to meet mine and help me navigate. She pulls away from me and brings my hand up to her soft cheek. She passes my hand along her silky smooth face. My fingers reach her lips and she kisses them gently and opens her mouth sucking on them. Her mouth is wet and warm her lips are soft. It’s almost too much for me but I know what prize I want. I grab her by her curvy hips and pull her into the room. I back up to the bed and sit down kissing her stomach. Her hands rub my head as she begins to kneel down in front of me. I lean back and she rubs my stomach and chest until her hands rest on my lap. She gently strokes the outside of my pants feeling my girth. She bites her lip as she pulls out my staff and begins to stroke it with her hands. She pulls back my hood and gently kisses my head. Licking with warm, wet, kisses she handles my weapon superbly. She takes both hands wrapping them around the base of my shaft, and moves her mouth to my tip. She begins at first with small kisses and licks. Growing hungrier, and hungrier. She moves back to the head and slowly leads my shaft into her mouth. I'm gone. My body writhes with pleasure. She keeps feeding my girth into her mouth until her chin rests on my lap. She keeps my cock there. I feel her uvula wrap around my head, her tongue caresses my shaft. She pulls off with a gasp and my body relaxes. My muscles relax only to tense up again as she repeats her motions. Her head bobs back and forth on my shaft. she pulls out again as I can see the candle light shimmering and glistening off of the moisture on my tool and her face. She smiles wickedly at what she has done. She goes back again this time even further pushing. I’m at the edge. She pulls off just in time.