The night is lonely, cold, and charged with static and I have decided to come to you. A long, flowing black leather jacket protects a lacy top, tight skirt, and black knee-high boots from the falling rain. This dismal weather had come up quite suddenly, just as my desires for you fired up in an instant the moment thunder began rumbling and lightning tore through the night sky. Electricity seemed to be everywhere and my body reacted with carnal need. Seeking an outlet for my needs, I thought of you without delay and dressed in the way I know you'll react to.
The act of dressing and preparing myself for you was just as erotic as the rain which began to fall earlier tonight. The feel of silk on my bare skin and nylon running up my long legs felt amazing and I couldn't help but rub my body and adore its curves. The thunder clapped loudly and the lights went out. But it only fired me up more, as I lit a candle and basked in my silhouette within the mirror. How you would have loved to be watching, I'm sure...with my protruding breasts and curvy hips highlighted in the candle's flickering flame, glowing warmly over my smooth stomach and round ass. I smiled while I pulled the lace top over my head and slid the short, black skirt over my hips. The leather boots fit perfectly, wrapping around my calves and ankles. Before walking out the door, I carefully slid on my long, black leather jacket and blew out the candle's dancing light.
Walking into the chilly, damp air was refreshing and lightened my step. I'm lucky enough to catch a pause in the rain while I begin heading to your place. The streets are empty, save a few people who got caught in the storm and are rushing home. They hardly paid any notice to me as I walk easily with a smile across my face. I love walking in the cool air with torrid weather all around and find it interesting that most people avoid it. The rain begins to fall lightly again and I don't mind. Tiny droplets moisten my hair, face, neck, and chest. Pausing under a bridge while the rain begins to pound the pavement, I grin wider thinking of the pounding I might receive from you in due time. The thought of giving in to your greedy touch and taking on your physical strength in the bedroom causes a wettening between my legs which rivals the moisture on the ground.
As I approach your place, I realize my hair has sprung into wet curls from the rain and the water drips from the dark tendrils only to land on my soft, white skin. My heart begins to beat faster as I near your door, no matter how hard I try not to be overly excited. I knock and hold my breath until you appear. The door opens slowly and you grin wickedly the moment you recognize me. Seconds pass without words as you take me in...up and down with your dark, penetrating eyes. It appears you've realized why I'm at your step when you look me in the eyes and a deeper, darker countenance washes over you. I sigh and try to gather my thoughts—try to think rationally and not let my urges lead me...
But my rationality fails and when you ask if I'd like to come in, I quickly step inside, pushing you against the hall wall and taste your lips. Your breathe escapes with a moan as your hands wrap tightly around my waist and then my hips. I can't help but force myself upon you in an attempt to show you how often I have thought about you and how much I want you now. Your breath speeds up and your grip on my body tightens so much I feel as if I might be crushed. Our lips graze and press against each other until finally, our tongues meet when our lips open. You have a way of causing me to open so easily, in every sense.
Unable to be held back any further, you roll me against the wall and now have the outer advantage. Your strength and force leave me reeling as I realize you can overtake me anytime you choose...and that is precisely what I came for...to be taken. I can not seem to get close enough to your body and you must feel the same way when you lean in further, wedging one of your strong legs between mine. Large arms and hands surround me on each side and keep me within your easy reach. My hands roam up your chest and around your thick, alluring neck...pulling you into me closer. The lips I dream about hover near mine and you simply grin, unbearably teasing me...
"You walked all this way in the rain...you must be wanting something," you ask keeping your lips from mine.
"Just you," I reply.
With that, your hands turn my hips around hastily and my hands brace against the wall for support. Leaning against my back, one of your hands keeps a tight grip on my hip and another hand lifts my hair. I can feel warm breath on my neck and goose-bumps spring up all over my body. Being at your mercy causes me to go weak and gives me a desire to fulfill your every need. Soft lips brush my upper spine and then cover the back of my neck. I can't help but breathe a bit faster and lay my forehead against the wall to keep from fainting. A long hard bite on the right side of my neck causes me to gasp and writhe.
"No, no....no trying to escape," you grin as you squeeze my hip.
Your arms travel the length of my own and then move up to my chest. I feel each of your hands clutch my breasts and squeeze, then feel them reach to slide my jacket off. Slowly removing the heavy leather from my body, your eyes take in my backside. The jacket is flung into the abyss of your living room and you wrap around my waist, only to tease my neck and ears with your mouth again. Your tongue roams over the skin below and around my ears slowly and your teeth bite at my soft ear lobes. My knees kept going weak, but your strong arms hold me up, not allowing me to fall.
You whisper in my ear, "I bet you've missed me..." and reach down to my skirt, squeezing my ass and then reaching underneath to find the warm center between my thighs.
I moan weakly, "oh yesss..." as your hand rubs the swollen lips encased tightly in nylon. My head falls back as the waves of pleasure wash over me and the nails of my fingers can't help but dig into the wall in front of me. With one smooth motion, my nylons are pulled down to my knees by your sturdy and wanting hands.
"Put your hands up higher," you order.
I raise my hands on the wall higher and your free hand holds both of my hands tightly against the wall with so little effort. Your other hand begins once again massaging the plump lips between my legs and without warning, a finger pushes gently inward. I gasp as my inner lips feel your touch and my urges flare higher while you rub back and forth, over and over. I know you revel in the moans and higher-pitched breathes I release when you touch me and I can't help but make noise with the pleasurable pressure and rhythm you give my needy cunt. Suddenly aware of how heated and slick I'm becoming, I ask teasingly,
