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Out of the rain

Preface.

The previous September,
I'd completed a 5K,
To raise funds,
For a cause,
I support.

I'd liked the,
Course,
On the east side,
Of the lake.

Planned,
To return,
In the spring,
For a,
Casual jog,
A pleasure walk.


The story.

An overcast,
Spring day.

Might rain,

Warm.

Dressed,
In t-shirt,
Cotton shorts,
Lightweight shoes,
Nothing else.

First time,
On that trail,
Since the 5K,
The previous fall.

On the part,
Of the trail,
Just below,
The houses,
That overlooked,
Both,
The trail,
And the lake.

The rain,
Started.

Gentle,
Warm.

Pleasant,
Even if,
Soaking wet.

Heard,
Someone,
Behind me.

Slowed,
Just a bit.

First,
She was,
Next to me,
Then,
In front of me,
Blond,
Woman.

No longer,
A girl,
Now a,
Very,
Nicely shaped,
Very,
Beautiful,
Incredibly,
Sexy,
Suburban,
Housewife.

She was,
Dressed,
Much as,
I was.

We both,
Looked,
Like,
Entries,
In a,
Wet t-shirt,
Contest,
Wearing,
Transparent,
Wet,
Cotton.

Her breasts were,
Clearly visible,
Through the thoroughly soaked,
Nearly transparent,
Tightly stretched fabric,
Her nipples were hi-lighted,
Nicely against the fabric,
A dark triangle,
Of hair was shadowed,
Through her shorts,
Which were water-glued,
Against her butt,
And riding up,
Into her crack.

My shorts were,
Similarly,
Hugging,
My butt,
And showing,
Clearly,
What I had in front.

I caught up,
Beside her,
Just as the rain,
Became,
Much harder,
Not nearly so pleasant,
Especially,
With a flash of lightening,
In the distance.

I said,
"I don't like,
The look of this,
But,
It's a long way back to my car."

She answered,
"We could shelter,
Under that gazebo,"
Pointing to one of,
The houses near,
The trail.

Another flash of lightening,
Answered her suggestion.

Quickly,
We were there,
Under the gazebo.

As the lightening increased,
Seeking better shelter,
We moved from gazebo,
To patio.

Watching the rain,
And the flashes,
Of lightening;
Listening to the,
Crashes of,
Thunder;
We chatted,
Casually,
Dripping water,
Glancing,
Now and then,
At each other.

Me,
"I hope the owners,
Don't mind."

Her,
"They won't."

Me,
"How do you,
Know that?"

Her,
"I live here."

I looked more closely,
At her.

As she shivered,
Wet with the rain,
Her nipples had,
Become erect.

That image,
And the thoughts,
Arising within me,
Had caused,
Me to begin,
To lose,
My flaccidness,
Which she,
Certainly,
Could not,
Have failed to notice.

She,
"We can stand
Out here,
And watch the rain,
And lightening,
Or we can,
Go in and,
Dry off --
Put these,
Wet things,
In the drier."

Me,
"Let's do that,
Put these wet things,
In the drier."

(My thoughts continued on . . .
And stand there naked,
Staring at each other.)

Inside,
Down the hall,
The laundry room.

Clothes,
In the drier.

She,
"Do you,
Need more,
Of an,
Invitation?"

Me,
"Here?
Or in a bedroom?
Or?"

She kissed me.

Her body,
Slippery with,
Rain,
Pressed against mine.

Her tongue,
In my mouth.

I felt her nipples,
Against,
My chest,
My erection,
Against her,
Tummy.

As my  arms,
Circled,
Around her,
I felt,
Her hand,
Grab,
My cock.

She,
"Outside,
On the lounge,
On the patio,
If it wasn't lightening,
I'd say,
In the rain."

With my hands,
Now gripping,
Her butt cheeks,
I lifted her,
And started,
Toward,
The patio.

Lifting her,
Had aligned her,
Perfectly,
Only her hand,
Stopped me,
From fully,
Entering her.

As it was,
The tip of my cock,
Was alternately,
Caressing,
Her clit,
And parting,
Rubbing between,
Her pussy lips.

I bumped the back of her legs,
Against the end of the lounge,
Just as lightening flashed,
And thunder roared;
Startling us both.

Her hand lost its grip,
On my cock,
And as,
She fell back,
I fell on top of her,
Driving,
Deeply,
Very deeply,
Into her.

She gasp.
So did I.

I felt,
Her arms,
Encircle me,
Pressing her nipples,
Against me chest,
Her legs wrapped,
Around my hips,
Grinding her,
Pussy,
Against me,
Pulling me,
Holding me,
My cock,
Within her cunt.

So tightly,
Were her arms,
Her legs,
Around me,
That as I started,
To withdraw from within her,
For another thrust,
I lifted her hips,
Off the lounge.

No matter.

Thrust.

Grind.

Me into her.

Her against me.

Until,
I swear,
With a lightening flash,
And a roar of thunder,
We came,
In unison;
Her cunt,
Contracting,
My cock,
Ejaculating.

Exhausted,
I lay upon her,
Her arms,
Her legs,
Still wrapped,
Around me,
My cock,
Still in her cunt.

Me,
"Do you think,
Our clothes,
Are dry?"

She,
"No,
Not yet."

Me,
"Then,
There's time,
For another?"

She,
"Yes,
But,
This time,
More slowly,
Deliberately,
And,
Since the lightening,
Seems to have stopped,
On the lawn,
In the rain."


Afterward.

That was last spring.

It was now fall.

Although,
I had run the trail often since then.
I had not seen her since,
That spring day,
In the rain.

It was the day of that 5K,
I had run the year before.

There was,
The start of,
A fall shower,
In the air.

As I ran past,
Her house,
She was standing there,
In the gazebo.

I heard her call out to me,
"After the run,
Join me,
For lunch,
Or something,
If you want."

I replied,

"OK."

(My thoughts continued on . . .
I want,
Yes,
I definitely want,
Something.)
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