My window was open two inches. I had listened to the speedy raindrops for six days. It started to drizzle and a heavy mist filled the air around day four, but just when I thought the rain would let up it only became stronger.

It was humid and miserable. The calm that comes with listening to the quiet and banging noise of the rain had long run out. It was boring and dreary and all anyone wanted right now was to soak up the vitamin D of the summer sun.

This was a Sunday where it’s just not worth it to get out of bed though. Pick up a good book, binge watch Netflix, get up only for more chocolate, but for all intensive purposes do not get out of your pajamas and the horizontal position.

I turned onto my side curling into the fetal position. The wind blew the rain harder against my window. I sighed in exhaustion from not doing anything for days.

My phone buzzed and his name lit up the screen, “Hey baby, what are you up to?”

“Not much, just waiting for the sun,” I wrote back.

“It’ll come out tomorrow,” he immediately responded.

“Haha, very cute. One can only hope,” I turned sides, facing away from the window. I was going to pretend it was nice outside, even though night had already fallen.

“Come meet me, twenty minutes. The park at Adelaide rec. fields. Do it. Yes. Do it. Stop thinking. Do it! Okay, I’ll see you soon baby,” he demandingly sent back.

I laughed, he knew me too well. He knew that I was going to try and argue my way out of leaving the house. I clearly haven’t moved all day and had no plans to. But my body started to break my own rules. It was now vertical and reaching for the jeans sprawled across the aging hardwood floor. My hands rushed to pull on the jeans and tug on an old-school hoodie.

The next thing I knew I was in my car, trying not to hydroplane and begging for my wipers to help clear the path. This was completely against my rainy day beliefs. Yet, with no time I was parking my car in the large, nearly empty lot. I hopped over puddles to the gravel pathway where he was waiting for me.

The rain trickled on his black rain jacket. He was too stubborn to wear a hat in most weather and his buzzed black hair became brighter by the water that wetted his roots.

He greeted me with a hug, “Hey baby.”

“You just knew I was going to come didn’t you,” I looked up at him with a smirk.

“I knew that you knew I could make this rain interesting,” He grabbed my hand and started dragging me down the dark path to the woods until I caught up with his pace.

I laughed, “And how are you going to make this interesting because we can’t do much. The rain is not letting up, everything is muddy and soaking wet, and its dark…” I continued to rattle off reasons why no activities seemed feasible right now and wiped off the water from my face with my free hand.

He pulled us further into the forest until we were surrounded by tall trees. He stopped walking and pushed my back against a tree, “Will you shut up.”

I was too happily stunned and couldn’t think of anything to say fast enough before his mouth was on mine. His tongue forced my lips to part. He was hungry and ready for something wild.

He cupped my breasts and started to kneel so to bite my neck. His grip was tight and making sure to keep me pinned against the tree. Rain fell down my cheek and dropped on my chest. He lifted my hoodie keeping one rough hand on my waist and the other working to undo my jeans.

He nibbled at my navel and traced a path downwards with his tongue, tugging my jeans and lacie panties down to my knees. I was breathing heavy and moaning in ecstasy. My mind began to wander to a far off place of pleasure and constant waves of bliss traveling through my body.

I was lost in the movements of his tongue. He had spread my legs and quicker than being pushed against this tree, his mouth was against the lips of my pussy. He licked the wetness from my opening to my clit. My knees started to shake from the sensation. I could hear him let out the faintest laugh and smile against me. He was enjoying making me go weak.

His tongue returned to exploring me and savoring all that I have. He worked with fervor, teasing around my clit and then hitting the exact spot that would set me off. I placed my hand on his head trying not to slip from the rain that was soaking us. I needed him to not move anymore; once he was on the spot I wanted him to stay there and make me scream in the emptiness of the forest.

My body started to tighten and shake. My head started to feel light and the faster he started to work the more intense the shuddering waves began to come. My grip loosened on his head. The tree held my full weight and I no longer felt like I had the strength to hold myself up. But he was going to prove me wrong.

He wiped his mouth as he stood up. He gave me one look and forcefully turned me around backing away from the tree. I could hear the zipper of his jeans. I reached around me into his boxers. My wet hands grabbed him making him moan beneath my touch. I was able to stroke him for a few seconds feeling how stiff he was and the swelling of his head.

But he then no longer wanted something so gentle. He bent me over and I caught the tree to steady myself. He stroked his tip against me and teased my already sensitive clit before pummeling me. He thrusted me slow and hard maybe four times that I was able to count and then started to pound into me rapidly and with force.

He reached around to finger my clit. It wasn’t long before I was trembling from his touch again. I screamed and couldn’t stop because he kept going while the waves moved through my body all over. My muscles tightened around him. I could feel every inch of him as he hammered into me. His moans became louder and louder. He strengthened his grip on my wet hips; the rain drops falling down my bare ass.

He lifted the hoodie from my back, thinking that was where he was going to finish. But with one last pump, I pulled away and turned around into a squat, placing him in my mouth. I didn’t waste any time, I simply took the whole length of him letting him finish in the back of my throat. He grunted with surprise and pleasure. He started to tremble just as I had, but I cupped his ass to help him stabilize.

He pulled me up, wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. “So you were questioning how I was going to make this interesting,” He whispered in my ear. I laughed in his arms. I had nothing more to say. We were half naked, soaking wet, and exhausted.

 

 

Originally Published: December 8, 2015