WARNING: This includes sexually explicit material.
Please note any unfamiliar spellings and phrases may be due to the
fact I am English, not American.
I would like to thank Morgan for all his help
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most appreciated.
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REPOST NOTE: Probably the worst I ever wrote. However I got some
very useful criticsm and advice, particularly from Crimson Dragon. The
best advice was to stop writing what I thought people wanted and just
write what *I* wanted. Funnily enough this is still one of my husband's
favourites.
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SUMMER RAIN
It was late afternoon after a hot sticky day. After a day spent
playing with his nephews he was glad to have a chance to rest while
they were bathed and put to bed. He had volunteered to go down the
garden and collect their scattered toys. As he reached the bottom of
the garden a gentle rain started to fall. He quickly took shelter in
the tree house and relaxed, watching the plump raindrops hitting the
leaves around him. Idly looking around his eye was caught by a flutter
of movement in a neighbouring garden. A woman was engaged, as he had
been, in collecting abandoned toys but she had not sought shelter
from the rain. Instead she opened her arms and tilted her head back,
as if trying to catch every drop. She was swaying to some internal
rhythm, undulating her hips and twining her arms above her head. Eyes
closed she began to glide her hands down her body, smoothing the
raindrops into her skin and dress. He watched in fascination as her
hands cupped her and slid down over her thighs. He picked up a
telescope and tracked a raindrop as it hit her bottom lip, then
trickled over her chin, down her neck and slowly ran down her chest
until it met the swell of her and disappeared into the dark
shadow of her cleavage. He put the telescope down and leaned forward
to see her more clearly.
Just then she took a quick look around, then in one quick movement
grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Underneath
she was totally naked and she stretched out her body, arching her back
and clearly enjoying the feel of the rain on her skin. She was still
swaying to and fro, moving her body to some primeval rythm. Her hands
began to stroke over her body again but slower this time, and she was
lingering more each time at her breasts. He could clearly see her
nipples hardening and she began to tug and twist the hard nubs. Harder
and harder she massaged her and soon he could hear her gasping
with each caress. She sank to her knees as if she could no longer
stand, then sprawled on her back, writhing as she rolled her nipples
between her fingers. Then one hand drifted down over her stomach and
slid between her legs as she spread them wide. At the sight of her
shaven he involuntarily groaned, feeling his hard cock throb
urgently with the desire to thrust into her cunt. She must have heard
him for she momentarily lifted her head and looked around to see if
she was alone. She still didn't look up and see him and her fingers
slid back between her thighs and began stroking her clit. He freed his
cock from his trousers and began stroking it to the same rhythm she
was using on her clit. Soon her gasps became moans as she rubbed and
stroked herself, her other hand still busy with her breasts. Obviously
needing more she spread her legs wider and slid a finger deep inside.
Grabbing the telescope he could clearly see her finger sliding in and
out, and he knew that her was wet with more than rain. Grasping
his cock he began to pump it in unison with her finger, gripping it
harder as she slid another finger in, then another, her thumb stroking
her clit. He struggled to remain quiet as her moans grew louder. She
was bucking her hips against her hand now, her fingers sliding faster
and faster. Then she stiffened, her back arching off the ground as she
came. He grabbed the telescope with one hand, the other pumping harder
on his cock. He could see her clenching around her fingers and
the flood of moisture trickling down her crack. The sight was enough
to trigger his own orgasm and he bit hard on his lip to remain quiet,
spattering the leaves with his white cum.
When his breathing had slowed again to normal he leaned forward to
look at her again. She was sprawled like a ragdoll on the grass, every
limb relaxed. He took a last long look at her lovely body, then froze
as his eyes reached her face. She was looking straight up at him. For
a moment she just stared, then her lips curved into a smile and she
lifted a hand and beckoned to him.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1998
artemis55@hotmail.com
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