Rain drops

I feel the rain falling on my skin, cool drops falling and running down my body...They become your hands as they begin to slowly run down my face and neck, making visions dance wildly in my mind... Onto now my aroused awaiting breasts they travel, running down to the tips of my nipples and dripping off onto the ground below... The crease between my breasts has now become a valley in which they run down to my stomache touching so softly and gently... father down they move caressing me touching my inner thighs causing their own twisted delight, they are teasing me... Moving down my legs calves and ankles and off the tips of my toes I notice they have made a picture below, a puddle of water to some, but to me a passionate pool of rain drops is what I see...

By R Fuller 6/11/2010