It was finally raining. It had been a bit of surprise considering how long it had been since it had rained, and had been coming down for a couple of hours. While it was cutting the punishing dry heat they had had for the last several weeks, it was only making it more and more humid -- enough that the already light clothes they had on were starting to stick.
They had headed up for a road trip that morning with the intention of spending some time together, but for the time being were waiting for the rain to stop so they could go on the hike they had planned. Neither was particularly upset by the rain, as they were both just happy to get the opportunity to spend some time with each other. The trip up had been full of laughing and banter, and the occasional glance stolen at each other. They had both worn swimsuits and thrown clothes on over top, with the intention of wading into a little lake halfway on their hike; he had a loose tanktop on with his short trunks, and she was wearing a light white gauzy wrap over top of her leopard-print tankini and briefs. Neither said it, but both were enjoying the view.
Normally this hiking trail had a little more traffic, but with the weather being what it was that day, it was pretty quiet, and they hadn't seen anyone for hours. They had popped open the back of his van and were sheltering underneath the door, propped up on some blankets, with some music playing on one of their phones and a half-empty bottle of wine sitting beside her they had slowly been drinking. The conversation died off a bit, and they sat in silence for a while, watching the rain.
He went to reach for the wine and inadvertently brushed his right hand over her bare stomach between her top and briefs. She jumped a little, and he apologized.
"Sorry -- didn't mean to tickle you," he said as he moved his hand. She reached over and put her hand on top, stopping him.
"It's ok -- just made me jump, that's all. I didn't mind it." She looked over at him and smiled, and looked lost in thought for a second.
"My hand?" He smiled and gestured at his hand with his eyes, which she was still holding. She looked confused for a second, and then realized what she was doing and laughed.
"Got distracted, sorry. But you don't need to move your hand. At least, not if you don't want to." A small smile crept up on the edge of her lips, and he couldn't seem to focus on anything else. Trying to read his reaction, she slowly pulled his hand towards her stomach, and let it lay, palm down, on her skin. He looked at his hand, resting on her, and then back at her face.
Her stomach was soft, and with just a hint of sweat from the heat. He relaxed his hand, and spread his fingers out, the thumb sliding up ever-so-slightly under her top.
"No, I don't mind that at all," he said, looking at her face to try and read her reactions, his interest in the wine completely forgotten.
She lounged back and stretched, the swimsuit hugging her body as she reached her arms above her head and linked them together to work the kinks out. A deep sigh came bubbling up from her chest as she laid back into the blankets they had arranged as a makeshift couch for the two of them.
"That feels really nice," she said softly. She propped up her head with one arm, and the other reached over to him and started tracing lines up and down his shoulder and arm. They looked at each other for a short while, both of them trying to read the other person's intentions, with neither wanting to get it wrong.
They stayed like this for a while: quiet, looking at each other, enjoying the contact and the company. He started running his hand back and forth on her stomach, gently gliding across her skin. Her skin jumped at the sensation, but not unpleasantly, and she found herself involuntarily sucking in her breath and holding it as he continued to stroke her tummy.
Her own fingers trailed up his arm and across his chest, at least the parts exposed under his tanktop, and slowly down his chest to his stomach. She glanced down, and saw a noticeable bulge in his trunks, and her hand stopped as her breath caught in her throat for a second. She caught herself, and her fingers trailed down lower, reaching underneath his tank top to brush against his stomach. It was a little hairy, and she teased the hairs on his belly and ran her fingers up and down them, careful not to get too close to his shorts and what was inside, not yet.
His breathing got heavier, and his hand slowly went from gently resting on her stomach to sliding across her stomach and over her side. He could tell she was sensitive to touch and more than a little anxious, and he had to be honest, he was too. He was letting her take the lead, but his urge to reach out and hold her was incredibly strong.
"Is that ok?" she said in what seemed to her to be a surprisingly raspy voice, as her fingers continued to stroke him and run up and down his belly.
"Of course, whatever you feel comfortable with," he reassured her. His thumb slid under her top as he stroked her side, his thumb brushing against her ribs. He liked the contrast between her softness and the hardness he felt in his trunks at that moment.