Standing with my back to the front door of my house, I look up at the sky wishing for you to be here. I'm dressed for work in a white oxford shirt and a plaid short skirt. My hair for once is long and hangs resting at my shoulders. 1
Standing with the hands clasped behind my back I find myself wondering, pondering waxing philosophy because I’m thinking of you. Overriding intellect is a desire for you that makes everything else fade.. Mesmerized by the sunny day, a butterfly suddenly drones by the colors of its wings so bright and beautiful. Watching it’s path, quietly, a light rain begins to fall. Suddenly I desire to be outside, to be in the rain cleansed of all that ties me down, keeping me away from you.2
Without a second thought I open the sliding glass doors and step out of my heels walking into the rain. Mindless of my hair becoming wet against my head and my clothes becoming a second skin as they get wet, and then stick to me, I raise my arms palms up and look up to the sky. The rain thickens to that of a downpour, warm and mildly stimulating in each drop that touches my sensitized skin. Thoughts of your touch send Goosebumps rising throughout my body and instantly I feel my nipples stand again. Each drop that hits my chest and trickles down against my clothes is like the satin caress of your finger. My eyes close and I begin to dream of you....3
Flashes of memories, moments we have created dance before my eyes. Echoes of moans expressed as we made love, or let loose our unbridled passion in various places... are the only sounds I hear. 4
Standing in the rain storm my breath becomes labored as my body responds to the images I see. 5
Moments shared in the pizza shop as we joined as one amid the food and machines .. Moments in the office where a glass window was the portal to our passion for anyone to see if they had come in at the right time. Driving… opening my shirt simply at the sound of your voice and hearing your ecstasy expressed and the torture of being unable to hear you completely as time cut us off. Sheer pleasure at the idea of your hardness inside me....6
Standing in the rain, I begin to slowly unbutton my top. One by one my drenched hands open each button exposing my soaked white lace bra. My hands gently caress the milky white skin of my breasts feeling them trapped beneath the lace.... as I continue to think of you...7
Remembering the shower time we shared where we lathered each other up in soap and used the soap to slide all over each other’s bodies with my hands and your stiffness. Standing under the showerhead and letting the water on a massage tempo beat against my flesh while you licked and sucked every inch of my body, penetrating into my most precious realms with your fingers and tongue exploring hidden ecstasy waiting to be released.8
All the buttons undone on my shirt and I stand covered in the rain as I reach back to undo my skirt still lost in the visions I have been given of you....9
Our last time in the shower, the last time we were together.... when we began quietly, quickly filling our need and making love. Realizing instantly the depths of our desire as our kisses became breathless fluttering of touch around each other's face. Tongues dancing wildly exploring each other's heat, and our bodies pressed so closely together you would swear we were one. Our hips moving together exploring timeless joy as we feel each other's orgasms and hold each other tight, shaking in their intensity, rocking in their wake...10
Fumbling with the zipper on my skirt, I'm unable to move out of it quick enough so I begin to lift my skirt up with one hand, and feel your hands on my hips from behind....11
No words are spoken and smiling I reach back to run my fingers through your soaked hair as your hands come forward to cup my still imprisoned breasts. I lean back to kiss you and you work your way to my back finding the clasp to my bra our mouths locked in passions embrace.12
The rain lets up slightly and my bra comes undone exposing my breasts entirely to nature. Your hands so eager to touch them turn me around where you bend your beautiful head down to begin sucking on the nipples... Gently biting... feeling my excitement as I moan with my head back. You kiss upward of my breasts to my neck and to my lips again opening our mouths to our hot tongues while your hands pull at my skirt pulling it up and slipping deftly inside my panties to stroke the outside of my core. Almost losing strength in that single touch I hold onto you as your stroking becomes gentle insertion while your mouth finds my breast again and begins to suck as you moan... My breath comes in ragged waves as my body responds to your touch my muscles agonizing in their pleasuring movements... you look into my eyes as I begin to get closer to orgasm and I look into yours my moans falling on the rain's ear.... In those eyes I see the lake of love that I joyously swim in and a message of desire is exchanged. My body is so intensely absorbed in you my eyes never leaving yours that I do not realize your pants have fallen around your ankles....13
Shivering from desire and cold as the rains so soft begin to die down, you reach up and clasp me tightly to you. As if aware of the power of that moment the rains stop and the sun begins to peek through allowing warmth to cascade over our exchange. Urging me backwards toward the patio furniture and thus the couch you lay me down gently and lower your head to my body worshiping it again with kisses of love. Looking at me again you smile slightly and part my legs easily and position yourself above me. Then I feel your arousal for the first time and my breath hitches in my throat as I'm filled with a lustful need of you. Throbbing almost pulsating against me your hardness begs to meet my heat, and my body arches to embrace you my hips pushing... Teasing for just a moment you smile at me and move slightly away just out of reach. As your passion is unquenched you cannot hold out any longer and together we meet again my wetness thrusting to find purchase on your hardness. You thrust instantly meeting and gaining access with such momentum that I gasp as I feel you slide into me. You thrust your head back as pleasure comes over you in waves and nearly causes you to let go... 14
My legs lock behind your rear forcing you in deeper and you look at me begging in your eyes your arousal already bringing you to the brink. My body shakes against you waiting to release the orgasm that you had brought me so close to and without a word but a thrust you move into me so deep that all I can do is hold onto you and breathe in your ear. Your moans grow quicker and shorter as your orgasm comes speeding to the present meeting with my walls grasping, clasping in their heat and wetness to be one with you. Speeding to the present our orgasms collide in shared ecstasy causing us to hold closer still to each other in it's intensity. We are lost in our own world as pleasure takes us on a ride through its seas covering the expanse of time.... The universe knows only us and our joining and our eyes meet... staring into each other's eyes as the intensity combined with our thrusting slowly dies down we know the depths of love shared for each other without a single word being spoken. And when finally spent you collapse into my arms shaking against me whispering "I love you my angel" "I love you forever". I hold you tight my focus only on you.... And in the distance a single butterfly it's wings so bright flies by and off into the sunny day to be a part of another’s joy...15
© SKW16
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wow that is one awesome beautiful story....it is so touching and beautiful...and written so well that you feel like you are there....feeling that very same feeling standing in the rain....I also liked that it was tasteful and you didn't use words like cock etc....this made it so much more entrancing to read and added to your beautiful story telling...great story...keep writing...Luv Caz
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fantastic
This story has good imagery and this story imagery beutifully describes what you were doing. Without saying anything but the images then I got the ideal. I was hoping to read more because I like it and I wish you would write more of it. I would rank this fantastic. -
exquisitely arousing
Your use of your imagination and turning it into words is exquisite. A fantasy is just that, imagination. The way you described the rain drops, the way it felt as if someone was touching you was arousing. Standing in the rain and thinking of a loved one making love to you, in nature, undressing to expose yourself to whomever may come around and getting caught in the act, is also an arousal to me. I'm not very good at putting my feelings and thoughts into words but you are very good at it. I could read a story like this and other like it for hours. It's an entrancing story. Please keep up the good work and I plan on reading your other stories.

