Come In Out of the Rain

It was a spring rain.

Warm,
Against my skin,
Soaked through,
My shirt and jeans.

I walked slowly,
Enjoying myself,
Water dripping off,
The tip of my nose.

Squishy sounds,
In my shoes.

Happy.

At peace.

From the patio,
Next to the,
Green belt,
Where I walked,
A woman’s voice,
Said,
“Get in here,
Out of the wet,
Before you,
Catch your,
Death of cold.”

(Now, I ask you,
Does that make,
Any sense,
At all,
To you?)

Any way,
I went in,
Brushing past her,
Leaving a hint,
Of moisture,
On the sleeve,
Of the robe,
She was wearing.

She said,
“Get those wet,
Things off,
I’ll make you,
A cup of hot tea.”

I pealed things off,
Nearly everything,
Not my briefs.

Without looking around,
From the stove,
Where she stood,
Putting water on to heat,
She said,
“Those too,
You haven’t,
Got anything,
I haven’t seen before.”

As I pushed,
My briefs to the floor,
And stood back up,
Wet and dripping,
She turned around,
With a towel,
In her hand;
I thought,
To hand to me.

She said,
“While the water heats,
I’ll just dry you off.”

And started doing,
Exactly that,
Beginning with my hair,
Carefully wiping my face,
Then down my arms,
Across my chest,
Rubbing more,
Than was strictly necessary,
On each of my nipples.

Stepped around,
To do my back.

Where she paid,
Particular, attention,
To my ass,
And the crease,
Between those cheeks.

Back around front,
Knelt down,
Wiped one leg,
Down to the floor,
All the way up,
Her hand,
Repeatedly,
Barely touching,
Bumping against,
My balls,
My dick;
Then the other leg,
Down,
Back up,
More barely touching,
Teasing,
Against my balls,
My dick.

She ask me to lift one foot,
Which she carefully dried,
Even between the toes,
Then the other,
Dried it too,
Held it there,
Up,
Off the floor,
So that I was,
Balanced on one foot,
Displayed,
Before her eyes;
She looked,
At my cock,
Now very firmly,
Aroused,
Painfully engorged,
In front of her eyes,
Then up at me,
Smiled,
Said,
”I’ll leave,
That wet,
It’ll slide,
In easier.”

She put my foot down,
Stood,
Standing so close to me,
That, as she rose,
And her robe fell open,
Off her shoulders,
To the floor;
I felt her nipples,
As she rubbed them,
Against my body,
Until they were erect,
And I could feel them,
Tight against my chest,
Her arms reached,
Around my neck,
Her lips met mine,
Her tongue found mine;
My arms wrapped around,
Her back,
Pulled her toward me,
Until the tip,
Of my cock,
Touched,
Just below,
Her navel,
Slid down,
Into her hair.
As she rose,
On her toes,
Against me,
The tip of my cock,
Touched,
Barely parted,
Her lips,
There.

My hands,
Slid,
Down her back,
Gripped,
Her ass cheeks,
Lifted her,
Just enough,
That my still wet cock,
Did exactly,
As she had said;
Slid,
Slowly,
Easily,
Completely,
Inside her,
Accompanied,
By her sigh.

After that first entry,
As I drew back,
For a second,
Thrust,
She moved,
Her mouth,
From mine,
Said,
“Against the wall.”

Lifting her,
Higher,
Until her feet,
Left the floor,
Turned,
Pinned her,
Against the wall,
Her legs,
Wrapped around,
My hips,
I slid into her,
Much more deeply,
Than that first time,
Grinding my pelvis,
Tightly against her’s.

As I withdrew,
Preparing for,
A third thrust,
She again,
Moved her mouth,
From mine,
Said,
“Honey,
Pound it in,
For all your worth.”

With my hands,
Supporting her,
Against the wall,
I did exactly that,
Once,
Twice,
Thrice,
I lost count.

With every thrust,
With every pound,
Of my pelvis,
Against her’s,
Of my cock,
Into her cunt,
She grunted,
Groaned,
“Yes.”
“More.”
“Harder.”

Goading me on.

I was leaving,
Finger grip marks,
On her ass,
Bruises on,
Her inner thighs;
Driving into her,
Grinding my groin,
Against her's,
Listening to,
Her panting,
Groaning,
Grunting;
Until,
With one long,
“Yesssss.”
She came,
Twitching,
Squirming,
Contracting,
Her juices,
Running out of,
Her cunt,
Around my cock,
Dripping from,
My balls,
Splashing on the floor.

Without pausing,
I continued driving,
My painfully,
Swollen cock,
Into her cunt,
Hard,
Harder,
Again,
And again,
Until I came,
Pumping myself,
Inside her,
Flowing out of her,
My cum,
Joining her juices,
Dripping from,
My balls,
Splashing on the floor.

I held her pinned there,
Against the wall,
For a moment or two,
Before allowing her legs,
To slide from my fingers,
Her legs unwrapped from my hips,
So that only,
My groin against her’s,
My cock inside her cunt,
Held her toes from the floor.

She wiggled a bit,
Both of us enjoyed,
The effects of that squirming,
Her clit riding my cock,
She wriggled more,
Then giggled,
Finally sighed,
Said,
“The water should be hot,
I’ll bring it to the table.”

I let her down,
As she turned,
To get the water,
I cupped her,
Ass cheek,
With my hand,
Squeezed.

She smiled,
Looked back at me,
Said,
“Tea first,
Then another go,
If you're interested.”
Winked,
Turned back,
To get the water.

My hand,
Still cupping her ass,
Slid between her,
Butt cheeks,
Rubbed a bit there,
Slid further down,
Between her legs,
Dallied,
In the wetness there;
Left no question,
Of my interest.

A giggle,
Almost a squeal,
Was,
Her perfect,
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