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She was full of nerves as she approached the door, though she knew noone was inside. He had sent her a package that contained tickets,
directions, and keys to his house, and now, she was standing at the
front door. It was late in August, she would be back in school soon, and
she was spending with him what was left of her summer vacation. For the
past three months she had worked her butt off, coming home each day to
his sweet greetings, and encouragement online....now she was actually
meeting him in person. The sky was overcast, and the forecast that she
read in the paper predicted rain....she loved the rain. She swallowed
hard, opened the door, and stepped inside. She set her suitcase in the
bedroom, and then began to explore. She saw a note on the kitchen
counter. It read: "Hello sweetheart! I'm sorry that I'm not here to
greet you appropriately, but you know how work can be. I only hope you
can forgive me. Please, make yourself comfortable. I hope everything is
to your liking. I'll be there around 6pm." She looked at her watch...it
was only 3. She walked around the house, and found it to be very
peaceful and cozy....she immediately liked it. After a few moments of
relaxation, she headed for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and
cabinets, finding it was fully stocked with all sorts of goodies. She
decided to take a bath, get into some comfortable clothes, then prepare
a nice dinner. She turned on the water, then walked to her suitcase and
pulled out clothes and some necessary items for her bath. She returned
to the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water. Slowly she sank in, the
water coming up to surround her. She laid back, relaxing, her tension
being relieved by the heat of the water. The phone rang, but she ignored
it, much too peaceful to be disturbed. Her mind began to wander to
thoughts of him. Would he be the same man she talked to everyday? Would
he be as sweet and loving to her as he promised? Her hands traveled to
her shoulders and began to lightly massage there. Was he as nervous as
she was? What if he didn't like her? Oh, that's silly. She thought about
them being together, the fun things they could do, in and out of the
bedroom. Her hands began to roam over her body. Her fingertips teased
her nipples, and they grew hard to the touch. Her hands traveled lower
over her stomach to the flesh of her inner thighs which she slowly
caressed. She wished he could be there, holding her tight, kissing her
lightly, caressing her most sensitive areas. A moan escaped her lips.
Her fingers traveled to the soft hairs of mound, and began to tease the
lips of her pussy. Two fingers separated her lips, and her fingers began
to roam inside, moving from her tight hole to her swelling clit. She
repositioned her legs on the sides of the tub, spreading her knees as
far as possible. Her left hand teased her nipples, tugging lightly on
their piercings, rubbing them gently. Her right hand satisfied her
pussy, first touching her clit, making small counterclockwise circles.
What would his lips feel like as they nibbled her sensitive clit?
Another moan. After a few moments of stimulation, her hands roamed
downward to her tight whole. It was wet, but not due to the water. Two
fingers circled the outside of her hole, teasing it. Would he tease her
hole with his rock hard cock? Would he enter her slowly? Two fingers
entered her hole, and another moan escaped her lips. How fast would he
thrust his cock into her? She set her own pace, slowly moving her
fingers in and out, her thumb traveling to her clit, continuing to make
small circles on it. A feeling of ecstasy flowed over her. Thoughts of
pleasing herself filled her mind, and mixed with thoughts about him, and
they carried her away. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out,
teasing her clit, rubbing her nipples, moaning loudly, but it was the
thoughts of his cock pounding her pussy that sent her over the edge. A
wave of pleasure flowed over her, and she felt the contractions against
her fingers. A long, low moan completed her orgasm. She just lay there
for a moment, recollecting herself, then she continued her bath, washing
her body, shampooing her hair, and the all important shaving her legs.
She got out of the bath, and began to towel off, gently drying her
breasts and stomach thinking that it wouldn't be long till his hands
were there. She dressed in a matching white lace bra and panty set. They
were light and delicate, and she knew he would love them. She pulled on
her pair of Hawaiian print shorts which she had grown fond of over the
past months, and a white tshirt. She combed out her hair, then placing
it back in a loose bun. A few strands around her face fell free, and she
swept the strands away and tucked them behind her ear. She gathered up
her things and returned to her suitcase to put them away. Barefoot, she
walked to the kitchen, and looked for things to make for dinner. It was
now 4, and he would be home in two hours. She was nervous at the
thought. She prepared a salad, cleaned some vegetables, baked a
chocolate cake (her favorite), and the main course of chicken Parmigiana
was in the oven baking now. Her time was almost up. Running back to the
bedroom she put on the tiniest amount of make-up. She knew she was good
looking, but make up never hurt. She heard the door open, and a man's
voice say "Hello?". Her breath caught. She exited the bedroom slowly,
walking toward the front door. She saw him, and he saw her, and for a
moment they just stared at each other. "Hi darling. These are for you,"
he said, as he handed over a dozen beautiful long stem roses. She
stepped to him, and received them, commenting on their beauty, and
thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. His pants grew tight. "I made
dinner for us. It should be ready in ten minutes or so." He loved her
low voice, but took his mind off it and replied "What are we having?"
"Let's see. Salad. Some steamed veggies. Chicken Parmigiana. And for
dessert? My favorite part, chocolate cake." She giggled. "Beautiful.
Smart. Funny. And you can cook. So when is our wedding?" He joked with
her. And all the response she could muster was a long, deep blush. "I
feel like a glass of wine. Can I get you some?" With an affirmative
response, he found his best bottle of wine, and poured two glasses,
bringing one to her. She took it thanking him, and said "A toast, to
what promises to be a fun filled vacation." "I'll drink to that," and a
smile crossed both their faces. "I think I'm going to go freshen up," he
walked toward the bedroom, still speaking, "oh, by the way it was me
that called earlier. Checking to see if you had arrived yet." "I didn't
get the phone because I was taking a bath. I'm sorry." Oh god, her naked
in the bath, the steaming water, her wet hair falling over her lovely
shoulders, her succulent breasts glistening with droplets of water,
hands slowly lathering her body, was she trying to kill him slowly. All
the blood flowed to his head, but not the one on top of his shoulders.
His pants grew tighter yet. When he returned to the dining room the
table had been set for two, candles lighten, and the roses he had
brought were there also, beautifully arranged in a vase. She brought the
food to the table, and asked him to sit, relax, and eat. "Not without
you," he responded. He brought the bottle of wine to the table, and
retrieved their glasses, and pulled out her chair, waiting for her to
sit. Chivalrous too, I like that she thought, as she sat down and he
pushed her chair in. He sat too, taking her hand and kissing the top,
thanking her for a lovely meal. Again, he made her blush. They began to
eat, and chat about their days. As they finished he refilled her wine
glass, as she cleared the table, placing the dishes in the sink to be
washed later. "Are you ready for dessert?" she stated cheerfully.
Dessert? Do I have to have chocolate cake? I much prefer you covered in
whipped cream. Obviously he couldn't say that to her, so instead he
responded, "I'm so full. Let's wait a bit. How about we go relax?" "That
sounds wonderful!" and she took her wine and followed him to the couch.
They sat, sipping wine, lightly chatting, then she noticed out the
window that a gentle rain began to fall. "Why do you like rain so
much?", he asked. "I don't just like the rain, I love the rain", she
stated as she sat forward in her chair, placing her elbows on her knees,
which pulled her shirt higher, and her shorts a tad lower. He noticed
the white lace of her panties, and his cock twitched in his pants. "Ok.
Then why do you love the rain?" Would he understand? "It's so beautiful.
It can be harsh, dangerous, hard, one minute, and then soft, peaceful,
gentle the next. It's has a cleansing quality, that nothing else
possesses. Have you ever made love to some one while listening to the
rain?" She got up, and walked to the back door, opening it and steeping
out in the rain. "Come out here with me." He watched the rain fall upon
her white shirt and shorts, making them conform to her body, and he
couldn't resist her charm. He rose and walked to her. She spoke softly,
looking at him, looking at his eyes, trying to make him feel the passion
she felt. "Makin love in the rain. It's such a wonderful thing. Laying
there in each others arms with the windows open. Listening to the gentle
thud of the rain drops against the ground outside. Kisses, soft as the
droplets of rain. For hours laying there, kissing, caressing, looking
into each others eyes, and making slow, passionate love to the tempo of
the rain, for hours and hours. I can't think of anything better than
that." There was a pause as he stared at her. He stood facing her, a
foot or so away, longing to get closer, to touch her. She closed her
eyes, and tilted her head upward toward the sky, saying, "Now stand
here. Listen to the rain. Let it fall upon your skin. Tell me it isn't
the most wonderful feeling." She continued to look up, and he stepped
closer to her, closing the gap. He tilted his head downward, and began
to gently kiss her jaw and neck. His hands moved down the soft skin of
her arms, then to the small portion of skin that her top left exposed.
He gently massaged her sides. Her arms moved around his neck, pulling
him closer to her. Her fingers teased the back of his neck, moving
through his hair. His left hand traveled downward, while his right took
a more northern route. One set of fingers moved between her shorts, and
the soft lace of her panties, and found the tender flesh of her shapely
ass. Gently they kneaded it, pulling her hips to his, so she could feel
how truly turned on he was. She moaned softly at this slow grinding,
feeling the hardness that his pants contained. The other set of fingers
moved between her stomach and the cotton of her shirt, now considerably
wet from the rain. Higher they climbed, finding her right breast, which
they began to kneed through the damp lace of her bra. His thumb gently
moved across the nipple, which immediately hardened to the touch. He
could feel the rings that pierced her nipples, and it turned him on
immensely. As he moved against her, kneading her ass and breasts,
teasing her nipples, he continued to kiss her, softly, yet long and
passionately. Her moans from his touches vibrated her lips, then echoed
in his mouth. His mouth and tongue broke away from hers, kissing gently
the corners of her mouth, then down her jaw line to her ear. His cheek
met hers, and he inhaled the scent of her hair, whispering, "Make love
to me." Soft moans filled his ears, but a low sultry voice was heard to
say "yes". There was another low moan, followed by another low drawn out
"yes". He gathered her in his arms, her grip around his neck tightened,
and he carried her rain drenched body inside. He placed her gently in
the center of his bed, then moved from her side. He opened the windows
of the room, allowing the gentle thud of the rain inside. He exited for
a moment, then returned with the two candles from the dining room table,
which would provide enough light for their night of passion. He came to
stand at the foot of the bed, watching her as she lay there relaxing,
watching him. She got to her knees, and moved to the edge of the foot of
the bed, so she was facing him. Her fingers moved through his hair, then
down behind his ears, over his neck. The found the first button of his
shirt and slowly undid it, her mouth tenderly kissing the skin it
revealed. She undid another button, repeating a tender kiss of the skin
underneath. Another. And another. And yet another. When all buttons were
undone, she slowly pulled the remainder of the shirt from his pants,
slid her hands up his stomach and chest, and pushed the shirt back off
his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Next, her hands moved
to the bottom of her top, and she slowly pulled it off over her head,
revealing her lovely breasts that were trapped in a 38C white lace bra.
He watched, the passion and desire for her building. Her hands traveled
to the buckle of his belt, easily undoing it, along with the button of
his jeans. His head rolled back, and he moaned softly as her hands moved
over his hardness, and slowly unzipped his pants, pushing them down and
off. He could take no more. His arm encompassed her, and he pulled her
too him, her breasts flattening against his chest. He kissed her long,
and hard, so passionately that he thought his lips were burning. He
stepped out of his pants, and lowered himself on top of her onto the
bed. She moved up on the bed, so her head rested on a pillow, and he
slid from on top of her off to the side. He lay on his side next to her,
head supported by his right arm. He ran his left hand over her half
naked body, all the time staring into her eyes. His fingers touched her
cheek, and traveled to her chin, holding it as he softly kissed her
lips. Downward they then traveled over her neck, to her soft shoulders.
He kissed her neck, feeling the soft motions as she swallowed. His hand
then roamed to her breasts, sliding a finger between the lace of her bra
and her tender flesh, and for the first time feeling the warm flesh of
her hardened nipples, and the cold rings that pierced them. His fingers
moved around to her back, slowly undoing the hooks of her bra, then
slowly sliding it off her shoulders, and removing it from her body,
tossing it aside. Finally, he could lay his eyes upon those pert pierced
nipples. He gazed at them for a moment, admiring them, then lowered his
mouth. She felt his tongue touch her skin about an inch below her
breast. It moved slowly upward, reaching the base of her breast, then it
began to ascend to its lovely peak. His tongue stopped when he reached
the ring though, masterfully pulling the ball that sealed it into his
mouth, clenching it in his teeth. He tugged gently on the ring, driving
her so wild with ecstasy that she began to half moan, half whine. It was
obvious how much she wanted him. He took his time though. He had all the
time in the world for her. This would be a night she would always
remember. His head moved lower and began to suckle her nipple. She
moaned softly each time his tongue flicked over the tip. He released the
nipple and moved to the other. Again, she felt his tongue below her
breast, then it moved upward, fist taking the ring between his teeth,
gently tugging, then beginning to suckle the nipple, flicking the tip
with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hand moved lower down her side to her
hips, sliding both her panties and shorts down at the same time. Once he
had slide them to her knees she assisted him by kicking them off the end
of the bed. His hand traveled up the back of her right leg, up her thigh
to the soft skin of her ass, then around her hip to her stomach. It left
her skin, only to return a moment later, this time caressing her left
inner thigh. A moan escaped her lips, and instinctively her legs
separated for his fingers. Upward he moved. Closer, and closer to the
place that she desired him to touch. His lips released her nipple,
moving back up to look at her lovely face. He kissed her gently as his
fingers began to explore the soft hairs that covered her mound. Lower
they roamed, finding her pussy lips already wet and waiting for him. He
teased her lips for a few minutes, then slipped one, then two fingers
between them. He stroked from her tight asshole up to her clit, slowly
and gently, moving up, then back down, again and again. Her legs spread
wider to his touch, signaling she wanted more than his fingers to tease
her. His stroking stopped for a moment at her clit, and he began to
circle it. She groaned softly, and moved her hips upward to his touch.
His finger proceeded lower now, to her hole, that was soaked now with
her own juices. He inserted one finger, and she softly begged for more.
Another entered her, and he began to move them in and out as if they
were his cock. "More" she softly whispered as their kiss broke for a
moment. His lips reclaimed hers as he inserted another finger. They
stopped their motion for a moment, pausing to stimulate her g-spot. She
moaned wildly, her hips grinding his fingers, obviously he had found the
right spot. For what seemed like hours he continued, his lips moving
from her hot little mouth to her rock hard nipples, and his fingers
moving from her hidden g-spot to her throbbing clit. Her orgasm didn't
come suddenly as usual, but instead it came like a wave, slowly over
taking her, melting over her. She moaned loudly against his lips,
thrusting her hips toward him, driving his fingers deeper inside her.
When she had settled down, he left her side for only a moment, returning
without the only barrier that kept his cock from her. He had been hard
from the moment he stepped outside with her, and bringing her to orgasm
had kept him so rock hard that he ached for release. Her legs were still
spread, and he positioned his cock at the entrance to her now soaking
wet hole. He covered her with his body, kissing her gently again, then
leaning over to whisper into her ear, "Are you ready for me?" She slowly
nodded, whispering, "Yes, I want you. I need you." He sat back up, so he
was again kneeling between her legs. The light was enough that he could
see her juices glistening on her pussy lips. Slowly he pushed the head
of his cock into her. It felt wonderful, like heaven on earth. She was
so tight that she seemed to conform to him. Slowly he pushed a little
more in. He admired her body, the subtle curvature of her hips, her
stomach, and her perfectly sculpted breasts, adorned with hardened
nipples, and silver rings with darker grey balls, the nape of her neck,
her well defined chin and nose, and those dark brown eyes that stared at
him, seeming to beg for more. He pushed another inch in, and stared to
stroke her. Out he moved his cock, and then when he pushed back inward
he would add another inch. Slowly he added inch by inch, until her eager
pussy engulfed his entire cock. He wrapped her legs around his hips, and
began to stroke in and out with the entire length of his cock. He ached
for release, but his main focus was her pleasure. Slowly he moved out
all the way to the base of his head, then slowly he pushed back inward.
Methodically he repeated his strokes, over and over again, to the gentle
thud of the rain against the ground. She groaned with pleasure, her head
falling back on the pillow. Her hands traveled to her own nipples,
teasing them like he had done with his tongue and lips. His hands
traveled to her hips, and around to her ass, kneading her cheeks. He
assisted her movements, helping her keep up with his slow, repeated
strokes. His strokes slowed. It took minutes to pull himself from her,
and then another few to enter her again. Each time along the way he
would rub her g-spot with the head of his cock. Her pleasure peaked
again as he slowly entered her, and the contractions that flowed over
his cock were so stimulating that by the time he was fully in her he
could not hold back any longer, and he came within her. He slowly
withdrew, and as he pulled the head of his cock free, she softly moaned.
He came again to rest on her left side. Looking over he saw that her
eyes were closed, and as his hand softly touched her shoulder she
shivered. Only then did he realize that the tedious rain had put quite a
chill in the night time air. He pulled the covers over her, laying back
down at her side. She rolled to her side, snuggling next to him, placing
her head on his chest, her hair falling over his shoulder, laying her
right arm across his stomach, and entwining her right leg with his. He
placed his right arm around her, his hand coming to rest on her side. He
pulled the covers slightly higher, not wanting her to catch a chill
during the night. He listen to the steady rain outside, and how the thud
mixed with her light snoring. He picked up his head, and gently kissed
the top of hers, whispering, "Goodnight sweetheart." For hours he lay
there and listened to the rain, and watched her sleep so peaceful in his
arms. Finally he too drifted off to a deep slumber, filled with memories
of what they had just shared, and dreams of the what they would do in
the days to come.
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