Lovers in the Rain

A Story by SirStrife

Two people, fighting busy schedules finally make time for a date, but a mounting storm presents them with an opportunity to truly see one another

They had been playing phone tag for almost 3 weeks now. Between the schedules they kept and regular life events, the world had seemed destined to keep them apart. Her life as an artist had made things difficult due to the sheer randomness that is inherent in an artists lifestyle; spur of the moment trips to see exhibits, showings in other cities to display her art. He was in school, a college student on the last leg to earn his degree in psychology, which meant long hours of study, and in-depth sessions for study groups as well as outside reading to give him the leg up he always felt he needed to be at the top-level. They had been on a few dates before; the city gardens on the warm spring afternoon after a walk through the park, a trip to the Galleria to see an artist she had particular interest in, and of course the obligatory dinner and a movie. They had felt a connection right off. This of course was much easier in the technological age they live in, where you can screen potential dates to almost a stalker’s delight. They however had not had that luxury. The had been set up by mutual friends, something they cursed to begin with, but soon, the embers of affection caught ablaze and they felt a warmth around one another. Tonight they had managed to push their schedules and appointments around to make time to finally see one another. In that 3 weeks they had of course, spent tine messaging one another, learning more about each other, and growing closer while so terribly far apart. Tonight they had finished a concert in the park. It was a glorious symphony of classical instruments and lights that they had both reveled in. After the show had finished they sat and talked for an entire hour as the crowd milled around them rushing to get to wherever they all had to rush off to. They touched hands and laughed uproariously at what all they had missed in each other’s lives over the long 3 week separation. Finally they realized everyone was gone and clouds had started to roll in, threatening rain.

As they strolled through the park beginning the long trek back to their parking spot nearly 3 blocks away, if they managed to make it out of the large park. Their fingers mingled, dancing to a lovers beat as they walked, both not wanting to stop touching, but unsure what to do. Thunder audibly role ed around the sky as she stopped for a drink from the fountain. She found herself especially parched, his mere presence was enough to quicken her pulse, and make her fidget. No sooner had she lifted her head from the fountain than the first drops of rain began to fall on them. They laughed, as the rain washed over them, but quickly sought cover. In the park were several cover picnic table areas, which they made a direct line for as the rain began to come down in torrents. Reaching the safety of the protective area they laughed more, enjoying the fact that the one chance they had to spend time together they ended up getting trapped in the park by a storm.

The laughter faded as lightning ripped across the sky, as if the rage of Zeus himself could be felt, and there they stood… drenched, alone, and no more than a foot from one another. The rain fell but that moment felt eternal, as they stared into one another’s eyes. He raised his hand feathering his knuckles against her cheek, pushing a stranded of clinging hair behind her ear. She trembled at his touch. Though they had dated 3 times, not once had they slept together, and over the last few weeks, the sexual tension had risen high. In his mind rolled around all of those late night texts which ed turned from flirty to sexy, the provocative selfies she had sent him, the fantasies they had shared… it all had led here… to this moment. He knew if he didn’t kiss her now his courage might fade, and as he leaned in she moved forward as well, waiting for the long-awaited kiss. Their lips met and a fire ignited inside both of them. Firm but well placed, he kissed her letting her feel what his heart couldn’t show, with a way that words held no sway over. His hands went to her head and she threw her arms around his neck. This was the moment she always saw in the movies when the boy kissed the girl and the credits rolled, this was the moment she had dreamt of, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

He let his hands feel her body, which her clothes clung to erotically. The white blouse was nothing more than a thin view to hide what lay beneath. Without thinking he began to unbutton it. By the time he had gotten to the 3rd button he realized he may be moving to fast, but her hand undoing his belt confirmed exactly where they both were. This was going to happen… right here in the park as the stormed raged around them. They were still being splashed by the droplets falling around them but they didn’t even notice, they were caught up in a storm of their own, and it had to runs its course. Within moment she was down to nothing but a thin purple pair of panties, and he was stark naked. The rain may have been cold but steam rolled off of them as if they were burning. He leaned in and kissed her bare chest taking one of the n*****s from her perfect breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he slid a hand slowly into her panties. She inhaled sharply as his hand begin to move against her, already, wet c**t. Her head rolled back slightly as she let the feeling take her, it had been some time since anyone but she had done that and his touch, delicate but strong, was almost more than she could handle. He moved with a well-trained hand as another streak of lightning tore at the night sky, bringing her closer to climax. Releasing her n****e he moved back to press his hungry lips against hers, one hand behind her neck pulling him to her and pressing his hips against hers, his rigid c**k digging into her leg as he worked to bring her that bliss, the release she had hunger ed for.Using his thumb to continue to work on her c**t he slips a finger inside of her. Within seconds her slight moan became a became a steady but low cry as her orgasm hit, her breathing heavy and her grip and gains him tightening.

Her legs tremble and her knees begin to give out, he feels her weaken and wraps his arm around her, giving her the shoulder she needed. She was light headed but her senses returned swiftly and she wanted more. Her hand moved to his chest and slowly slid its way down to his c**k. As she took his shaft in her hand he moaned just slightly, giving her a smile. She moved her hand up and down, massaging him with her soft hands. She loved the way his breathing had become heavier as she stroked him. She smiled again and slid out of his arms and onto her knees. She looked up at him, their eyes locking, as she flicked her tongue against the helmet of his c**k, every time feeling his body respond with a twitch. After she had had her fun teasing she wrapped her mouth around his swollen member and take the length of it into her warm wet mouth.

She slid him all the way into her mouth, down until the helmet of his c**k push against the back of her throat. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as it tilted upwards. As she came back up, she used her tongue to run along the underneath of his shaft, rubbing against that most delicious of spots. His moans told her she was doing everything right and she began to move up and down with her mouth, working his member with her hand as she went. His mind was completely blown, he had never had a woman suck him off and it feel this good. Was it the anticipation, was it the ever-growing feelings for her? It didn’t matter, she was his in this moment and he intended to make the most of it, weather be damned. After a few more minutes of her working him over, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked down, their eyes meeting once more, as she still had his hard c**k in her mouth, he touched the side of her face, her eyes shutting and her head moving into his hand as he did. She loved his touch, it set her aglow and warmed her all over, she wanted him to feel good, she wanted to please him. “I need you” is all he said, those three words held such power, such intention. She released him from her mouth, “I need you too”

The storm raged on around them, lightning turning night into day, the rain pounding the ground and pavement around them as he helped her up, and began to lay their clothes on the wooden picnic table next to them. She stood before him, shivering, not from the cold or the damp, but from anticipation. He had finished laying the clothes and turned to see her standing there, a true image of beauty in its rawest form. No trappings of fashion, no excess covering, no filter whatsoever. She was a goddess in his eyes… and he intended to give worship. He walked around her, coming up from behind her he let his hands fall on her, caressing her gentle curves, running them all the way down her side. Her breath was short and she trembled once more at his touch as his fingers looped into the sides of her thin purple underwear and he began to slide them down, kissing her back as he traveled down. He slipped the panties off and as he came back up, ran his large hands up her legs feeling the curve of her calf, gripping the thickness of her thigh, finally running one hand around the front of her waist placing it just over her waist while his other hand touched careened her breast. He kissed her gently, as a lover does, along her shoulder line until he came to her neck. By now her breathing was erratic and as his lips touched her neck she whimpered. Gently he walked her to the bench and leaned her over. It was time, all the build up, all the moments of lingering touches and lust full glances lead to this moment. He placed his hand on the small of her back and pushed the head of his stiff c**k against her wet lips, then slowly, exquisitely excruciatingly, he pushed himself deeper and buried himself inside of her

She envelop him as sleep takes you to that blissful world of dreams. He pushed all the way inside of her, her gasp as he did so making him even harder. As the key finds its home in the lock, so too had he. Her tightness squeezed on him as he pulled back, almost all the way out, another whimper escaping her. He slid a hand up the length of her back to her shoulder, feeling her flesh shiver with excitement as he went. He placed the other hand across her a*s, grabbing a firm squeeze as he began to work into her again. As he began to move his hips back and forth she reached down with one hand to touch herself. God his c**k felt so good buried inside of her, the thickness of it rubbing agonist the inside of her, filling her up. She moaned again as she begins to move her fingers around her c**t, taking her even further into the throes of their passion. Who was she? She would never have done this, free-spirited artist she may be, but sex in public,, at the park on a picnic table? He had done something to her, his gaze had cast a spell on her… and she didn’t care. The storm tore through the city and lightning crashed all around, but she only cared about this moment. Carnal desires had crept into her and had a fast hold, public eyes be damned, she was going to treasure every moment of this. He had begun to work faster feeling her p***y clinch down on him, he could feel her playing with her c**t and matched her motions with his hips? Rocking back and forth burying himself again and again into her. He reached forward, grasping her long hair with his hand holding it tightly as a rider does the reins. Her head was pulled back and she felt a bit of pain as he pounded into her vigorously. She liked that bit of pain though, it was bearable and to feel him take command like that, not only f*****g her, but now pulling her onto his c**k? Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. His thrusting became more savage and his pace quickened, and with every thrust she edged closer to cumming. “F**k” she moaned as he drilled into her driving deep inside. She felt it, she would cum soon and she couldn’t wait for the release. The intensity of the pleasure was driving her mad, she wanted to scream, but tried to stifle it, she was moaning loudly already. Her moans were like poetry to him, the sighs and sounds of her lust filled him with pride and longing. He could feel her p***y tightening around him again but it was different this time. He knew that clench the involuntary movement a woman has as she is about to succumb to her passion, as she is soon to give her self over to ecstasy he fully intended to make it the best he could.

He split her hair into two and held each in one hand. As he thrust he pulled her deeper into his c**k, the sensation was overwhelming. With each pull, her head jerked back and she felt her self get ever closer, he pent rated her so deeply and fully, she was overwhelmed. With another deep thrust she lost it, she couldn’t hold back anymore, all of her senses went crazy as she felt the orgasm charge through her, she couldn’t stifle her pleasure anymore and began to cry out, not in pain but sheer lust full pleasure. She was cumming her body moving on its own siezuring with the intensity as she cried out, with every thrust her juices running out if her and onto his rigid c**k, and over his thighs. Her orgasm was violent and the intensity overpowered him as her screams sent chills up his spine and an erotically need to his manhood. This was primal, this was savage. The rain, the lightning tearing at the world around them, much like the electricity shooting between them. He could hold back anymore, his time had come. He was moaning and grunting and she could tell he was in the precipice, about to fall in. She pulled off of him, and turned around. He was shocked, but as she took hold of his c**k in her hands and started pumping he didn’t care, he was too far gone. She pumped his c**k, up and down with both hands looking down at it. His head rocked back and he moaned loudly as he begin to explode. A hot stream of cum erupted from him shooting upwards onto her chest, and she kept jerking, she intended to milk him for every last drop. He reached out with one hand to hold onto a nearby pole for balance as he reached climax. So much was the raw force of it, he barely stand. Finally the rush began to subside and the last drops of cum pumped from his c**k rolling down all over her hands across her white knuckle grip. In that moment there was a crack of Thunder and the sky lit up again, revealing themselves to one another. There in the darkness, amidst the raging storm, two lovers stood, in absolute revelation of one another. Stripped bare to the most basic nature if who they were as people, all their truths laid bare for one another. Heavy breathing was all that could be heard over the beating of the rain. He stood up on his own now. He knew her more intimately in that moment than he had ever known anyone, and he knew… he loved her. He leaned forward and there in the dark of the night, in the pouring rain, he showed her his love as he pressed his lips to hers once more…