Soaked 10

"I want my cock sucked in the rain. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Not that I was busy in the kitchen prepping food for the weekend, or anything. I'm not one to say no to Mr. Intensity, so like a good girl my reply was a simple "yes Sir."

He came into the house, weather raging behind him as he shut the door. The thunder and lightning had begun, and to say the rain was torrential would be putting it mildly. He began undressing immediately while exchanging pleasantries, so I followed suit. A few seconds later we headed out into the storm.

He stood on the deck while I knelt in the grass on a towel he so graciously laid at his feet. As soon as I took his hardening cock into my mouth, lightning struck. He moaned at the decadent ecstasy of the moment as I smirked around his cock- this was going to be fun.

We were already soaked by the time the thunder rolled. The swirling rain was cool but not cold enough to take the edge off of the heat between us. I licked the bottom of his shaft and looked up to feel the rain on my face. I sucked raindrops off of his length as if I were starved for water.

His body was slippery as I grabbed his ass to pull him into my throat. I swallowed him eagerly, gagging a few times on his cock for good measure. His moans were punctuated by lightning and drowned out by thunder. The spit running down my chin was warm compared to the rain. He fondled my tits as I sucked, rolling my hard, wet nipples between his fingers to make me moan.

He grabbed me by the soaking wet hair, moving his hips into my face to take full advantage of my warm mouth. The rain kept us perpetually soaked, wetter than if we had just jumped out of a lake. I drank the stream of water running off his balls, eagerly lapping at his most sensitive area.

He soon laid down in the grass, ostensibly to get a different view and feel of the open sky- though it may have also been to get my mouth at another angle. I nestled myself between his legs, the shared body heat offering a subtle contrast to the cool rain pelting us both. He let me set the pace as he watched the storm, lightning continuing to dance across the sky as my tongue danced over his head. I moaned with his cock in my throat at the next rumble of thunder, eliciting the same sound in him.

The cacophony of storm sex crescendoed as he pushed me off of him with a moan, all the way onto my back. He knelt over me, forcing himself between my legs and stroking his cock. "You've done very well," he purred, his figure the only break in the incessant downpour. From my new angle the rain was in my eyes, forcing me to squint against it to watch him stroke, "I am going to cover you in my cum, then in your own," he promised.

I laid back and shivered as the rain hit me between the legs, cooling the building heat. I was vaguely surprised it didn't turn to steam as soon as it touched me. I felt like a bolt of lightning myself, poised and ready to strike- and he hadn't even touched me yet. As if picking his moment, at the next clap of thunder I felt his warmth between my legs as he painted me with his release. His warm, thick cum was a stark contrast to the cool, slippery rain, somehow making both feel all the more decadent.

My reverie was interrupted (or augmented?) as his fingers slid inside me. He made a few tentative strokes to make sure that I was ready before replacing his fingers with a rather sizeable dildo. I gasped at the change in size, raindrops hitting my tongue as the storm swallowed my noise.

He was relentless, seemingly (and successfully) trying to make me cry out louder than the wind and rain. I grabbed my rain soaked tits, pinching my nipples hard to offset the intense pleasure between my legs before it completely consumed me. Too little, too late.

I opened my eyes to look up at the rain filled sky as I came. His figure was a dark outline above me, pumping the dildo between my legs hard enough to stir a tidal wave of moisture. Raindrops peeled off of my body as I released wetness of my own, warm and gushing. I let out an unabashed scream, banking on my neigbours sensibly avoiding the storm by remaining indoors.

I laid there breathing in the rain in my afterglow, letting it wash both of our cum from between my legs. I was, in every sense of the word, soaked.