Storms and Skin Soak

The sky had abruptly shifted, the cheerful blue giving way to an ominous grey. Fat raindrops began to splat against the kitchen window, escalating into a full-blown deluge. I held her hand, the cool moisture already seeping into my skin, and we both watched the downpour without uttering a word. There was a strange, primal comfort in the shared silence, a recognition of something powerful and undeniable between us. My gaze drifted down to her hand, tracing the delicate veins beneath her pale skin. Her touch was an anchor, a constant reminder of the intoxicating pull she exerted over me. The rhythmic drumming of the rain against the roof was oddly soothing, almost as pleasant as the press of her body against mine.

A restless thought surfaced, unbidden and insistent: the image of her naked, vulnerable, sprawled across the back deck, completely drenched. The rain was relentless, plastering her skin to her bones, and the thought sent a shiver of desire through me. It wasn't just lust; it was a deep, visceral longing to lose myself completely in her presence, to surrender to the raw, unbridled sensations she evoked. My mind drifted back to my wife, the woman I’d foolishly shared my deepest fantasies with, a woman who had unknowingly fueled this burning obsession. The image of her own body soaked in the rain, her lips meeting mine in a desperate, fervent exchange, felt utterly impossible, a cruel twist of fate.

I imagined lying on the patch of grass we both knew, the cool earth clinging to my bare feet, as the rain poured down, finding its way beneath our bodies, a cold, exhilarating caress. The anticipation built within me, an almost unbearable pressure that demanded release. I could feel the tightening in my testicles, the quickening of my pulse, as I envisioned her nipples erect, cold and sensitive to the driving rain. My mind raced, conjuring scenarios, each more intense and demanding than the last. It was an exercise in pure fantasy, a desperate attempt to satiate a need that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

Then, her hand reached for me, her fingers curling around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through my veins. It was a slow, deliberate movement, a silent invitation that I couldn't resist. A shiver ran down my spine as her cold touch ignited a fire within me. We locked eyes, the rain blurring our vision, yet somehow amplifying the intensity of our connection. The world narrowed to just the two of us, lost in the rhythm of the storm and the burgeoning heat between our bodies.

As the rain intensified, we made our way to the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and spooning together. But my thoughts remained focused on the image of her naked form, exposed to the elements, waiting for me. The rain continued its relentless assault on the house and deck, a constant reminder of the primal need that consumed me.

Her hand lingered on my cock, stroking it with a deliberate tenderness that bordered on cruelty. It was a tantalizing tease, prolonging the anticipation, driving me closer to the edge. I watched her, mesmerized by the way the rain beaded on her breasts, transforming them into glistening jewels. I leaned over, my lips brushing against the wetness, savoring the coolness, the scent of rain and skin. I moved from one spot to the next, licking each curve and crevice, desperate to stimulate her, to bring her closer to the brink.

Suddenly, she pulled my head back, her grip firm and insistent. Her lips met mine in a passionate, demanding kiss, her tongue probing and exploring. She maintained her hold on my cock, her fingers digging in, creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through my body. The rain continued its relentless assault, washing over us, both a torment and a comfort.

As we lay there, lost in the heat of the moment, I realized the truth: this was more than just lust. It was a desperate need for connection, for intimacy, for something beyond the confines of my marriage. The rain, in its own chaotic way, seemed to mirror the turmoil within me.

Her wet hair fell across my face, a silken curtain against the downpour, as she drew closer, her body molding against mine. I closed my eyes, surrendering completely to the sensations, the rain washing away all inhibitions, all reservations. The world faded away, leaving only the intoxicating scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, and the relentless drumming of the rain.

She thrust her clit upward, trapping it between our bodies, and I responded instinctively, my muscles tensing, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The rain intensified, creating a symphony of sound and sensation, as she continued to explore my arousal. Her hands slid under my back, drawing us closer, deepening the intimacy. She let out a low moan, a primal cry of pleasure that echoed through the room.

As she shifted her hips, she exposed her wet pelvis, the rain cascading down her body in a sensual shower. It felt like she was being licked by a thousand icy tongues, a sensation both shocking and exquisite. I began to imagine her lips wrapped around my hardness, sucking the life out of my throbbing cock. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.

I lay there, completely lost in the moment, as she continued to dominate my senses. Her wet hair brushed against my cheek, her scent intoxicating, her touch electrifying. The rain seemed to intensify, almost as if it were responding to our escalating passion.

Finally, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I thrust my cock deep into her, feeling the resistance, the heat, the undeniable pleasure. The world exploded in a torrent of sensation, and I came with a force that shook my entire body. Her juices mixed with mine, a salty, primal elixir that dripped onto my balls and down onto the rain-soaked grass.

She pulled her knees up, placing her hands in the grass beside my head, her gaze locked onto mine. A slow smile spread across her face, a knowing expression that confirmed my suspicions: this was just the beginning. She turned her head, bringing her clit close to my lips, and I gently rubbed it with the tip of my tongue, savoring the taste of her wetness, her passion.

As we continued to ride the waves of pleasure, she began to stroke me, her fingers tracing the contours of my body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me entirely. Simultaneously, she drew both my nuts into her mouth, pulling them deep into the warmth of her body. I let out a moan of pure ecstasy, a sound of utter surrender.

Just as I felt myself reaching the brink, she made another slow, deliberate thrust, driving her tongue deeper into my right ear. The pleasure was overwhelming, so intense that I lost all control, collapsing onto the couch, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, we both let out a collective moan as our hips began to buck wildly, propelling us back into a frenzy of pleasure. We came together again, a final, explosive release that left us both breathless and spent.

As we slowly rose to our feet, we surveyed the aftermath of our encounter: a clear depression in the rain-soaked grass, a testament to our shared passion. The rain continued to fall, a cleansing torrent washing away the remnants of our pleasure. We sat on the porch steps, shivering in each other’s arms, feeling the exhilaration of the storm, the comfort of our connection.

Looking at her, drenched and radiant, I realized that the rain wasn’t just a force of nature; it was a catalyst, an accomplice in our shared desires. And in that moment, as the cold rain continued to beat down on us, we both knew that we would always find solace in its relentless, invigorating embrace. We liked the rain.

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