I have always enjoyed summer rain storms. It always seems like the sky is being ripped open. Big drops of water pour from the clouds. As the cool drops of water hit the hot pavement, steam rises to create a fog. The real world fades away to be replaced by magical land where my fantasies can come true.
There is nothing better then getting caught in a summer storm after a hot day. The water can be so refreshing when it pours over your sweat soaked body. I wish I could get caught with you. I can imagine us walking down a deserted path in the local park on a hot and muggy day. The heat coming off the sidewalk in waves in spite of the clouds blanketing the sky.
When the first big drops begin hitting the sidewalk we barely notice. The thunder in the distance finally gets our attention just before the down pour begins. I would laugh and hold my arms out in the rain. You would watch me with a smile as I look up to the clouds and attempt to catch drops of water on my tongue.
The rain would quickly soak our clothes. My white t-shirt becomes more revealing with each drop of water. I don't even notice how my hard nipples show through the light material. You would start to get aroused watching me dance and spin around in the rain.
You would close the distance between us in a few quick steps. Our passionate kiss would create as much steam as the rain hitting the sidewalk. When you pressed your hard **** into me, dancing in the rain would become the last thing on my mind. My fingers would wrap around your neck and I would hold on while your tongue stirred my passion to a height that matched yours.
A loud clap of thunder would take us out of our fiery trance. I would ignore the danger of standing in the open during a rain storm and grab for your belt. You would grab my hands and lead me to the nearby pavilion. The second we were out of the rain, you would push me onto the nearest picnic table and pull my wet shirt over my head. Your mouth would descend on my erect nipples. While you nibbled and chewed on my sensitive flesh. I would wrap my legs around your hips and pull you close until I felt your hard **** press against me.
The urge to taste you would make me push you away and I would get down on my knees in front of you and continue in my earlier failed attempt to remove your pants. My wet hands would cause me to fumble until you help me. Our moans would be masked by another rumble in the sky, as my lips wrapped around your hard ****.
Your fingers would tangle in my wet hair. Each taste of your salty **** would get me wetter as the desire to feel your thick **** inside me overcame me. As if sensing my urgency, you pull me up and bend me over next to a picnic table. I would use the table to brace myself as you slam inside me in one quick stroke.
As the rain starts to slow down, our pace will quicken. Each stroke of your dick would bring me closer to cumming. Your fingers dig into the soft skin on my hips. Your moans tell me how close you are to cumming with me. I hold out as long as I can but my orgasm hits hard and fast. My pussy begins to squeeze your **** as if I was trying to milk the cum from you. Your deep moan echoes through the pavilion as you fill my **** with your cum.
You would slip my t-shirt over my head then pull your pants up. We would continue our walk as the sun began to poke through the clouds. We would both be walking faster though so that we could get home and continue what we had only started.
