The smell of rain overwhelms your senses as the clouds overhead open up with a loud clap of thunder that lingers as a low rumbling. She runs with you, hand in hand, to take shelter under the nearby stand of pine trees. Giggling and breathless she turns to you "Everyone is leaving! Do you think we should go too?"
You eye the clouds overhead and, seeing no threat, reassure her that she is safe with you. She moves closer to you for warmth and you wrap your arms around her, enclosing you both in your oversized jacket. Smiling up at you, she leans in and kisses your lips softly, letting them linger against yours. You pull her against you and intensify the kiss, parting your lips to slip your tongue through hers. You can taste the remnants of the champagne you recently shared in her mouth and her responsive tongue tastes you in turn. Your hand finds its way into her long, silky hair and grips firmly as her hand rests against the back of your neck; your other hand reaches lower, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing gently.
Letting the growing intensity overtake her, she moves her hands to the waist of your jeans and starts to unbuckle your belt. Regretfully, you break the kiss and grin at her. "What are you doing, babe?" you ask, and her only response is a seductive giggle as she lowers the zipper of your pants. Her hand reaches inside and finds your member held inside your boxers. Stroking gently, almost teasingly, she asks if she should stop. You laugh quietly and assure her that this is what you want. Gracefully she drops to her knees, taking your pants down with her, and she leans in to kiss at the growing bulge now before her. As you lean back against the tree, you sigh happily, your fingers entwining themselves in her hair. She very gently bites up and down your shaft through the fabric and feels you becoming fully engorged, she hooks her fingers in the elastic waist and slowly pulls the underwear down over your throbbing manhood, exposing it to the cool, damp air.
Lightning flashes over the pond nearby and another long, low rumble of thunder rolls through the air. The rain intensifies, coming through the branches above and runs through your hair, over your face and down your body. She strokes your stiff member, getting the length wet with rainwater before closing her mouth around the head. Sucking gently, she slides her lips forward, taking every inch of you into her mouth until the head is pressing against the back of her throat. She opens up wider and pushes you in even further. Cupping your balls in her hand, massaging gently, she begins to slowly work your back out of her mouth but before she can remove you, your hands grip firmly in her hair and you thrust yourself forcefully back into her mouth. She gags on the head as it's shoved down her throat and she struggles against your hands, trying desperately to rid her mouth of you. You hold her there for a moment and then release her, pulling yourself out. She looks up at you and licks her lips as you wipe rain from her brow and stroke her cheek. Smiling, she wraps her delicate fingers around your base and takes your head back into her mouth. She strokes your length with her hand as her mouth works on the first few inches, her lips squeezing and sucking hungrily.
