The Rainy Day

It's a steady rain today. Not too hard, but hard enough that nobody wants to look around. Which suits us fine, as we continue to drape all the glass in my car in fog. Rachel has swung herself over to my seat, her knees planted in the leather on either side of me, her hands cradling my cheeks as we kiss. Our tongues meet in the space between our lips, teasing each other. My hands feel the thin fabric of her shirt dappled with drops of rain. I push the shirt up and luxuriate in the silky warmth of her skin, made extra hot by her body chasing away the cold of the water. Her arms go up almost automatically, and I lift the shirt over her head, her blonde hair falling effortlessly around her face. She smiles as I see the bright red lace of her bra for the first time. My lips fall to her shoulder, kissing her on either side of the strap...kissing my way down, tracing the tantalizing edge of the lace of over her breasts. I sense her head tilting sharply, guiding her hair out of the way as she watching my lips and tongue teases her flesh, testing the artificial but graceful boundary of the lingerie. As my kisses start to go up the other side, I pull the strap off her shoulder, and she shrugs out of it. I reach back and open the clasp, and I can't help smiling at the fact that it opened the first time.

The bra drops away into her seat and she begins unbuttoning my shirt. I softly massage her breasts, capturing them in my large hands as I lean back the seat, taking in the sounds of the rain, enjoying her focus on me. I prop myself up the get the shirt off my shoulders as push it away, and I feel the warm leather on my back. She quickly lies on top of me, the warmth of our bodies feeling almost heavenly against the pounding cold water outside. My hands lift her skirt, finding her red lace thong. My hand reaches around and finds her warm moist flesh beneath the silky barrier. I rub her softly through it, letting the weave of the fabric create sensations below my touch. Her legs slide up the flattened out seat, exposing her to my hand. I continue to brush her lightly through the fabric, causing her to moan into my mouth as the kisses become more aggressive and passionate. Her hips begin pushing against my hand, and I slide my hand away. She breaks the kiss in disappointment until she feels my finger hook around the strap around her hip, then slide around to the center of our actions, tugging the wisp of fabric away, exposing her to the cooler, humid air.

The first touch to her exposed flesh causes a loud moan and a feverish resumption of the kissing. Almost without thought I have a finger inside her, and her begin involuntarily thrusting themselves on it. Not letting the moment pass to fast, I brace my palm on her hips and carefully keep just one knuckle engaged inside her. Her face lifts off again, her eyes aglow with the frustration of having her gratification delayed. I become aware of her hand tugging at my zipper. Soon it is inside my pants, working to extract my hot, engorged member from beneath the fabric. As soon as I feel the humid musty air inside the car on me, her hips start to pivot away from hand, her wetness slightly cool at first when it touches, but quickly giving way to the intense, enveloping heat of her body as she finally captures me. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans back, her head against the ceiling of the car.

As she settles back starting to slowly grind her hips, I busily try clear my pants from the site of our union. She takes my hands and guides them to her breasts, squeezing them as she begins the drive herself higher and fall harder with each motion. I bite my lip, concentrating on controlling myself as she works harder and faster, moaning, leaning back against the wheel, somehow not sounding the horn. Her arms are bracing her on anything they can find as her moans start becoming full throated cries of pleasure. She is breathing out ragged sentences, and cries of assent. Without warning I see her belly start to spasm...The waves rippling cross her body. The walls inside her clamp down on me, squeezing hard. My vision goes dark, with stars showering across my view. She is screaming now, her cries nearly matched by the loud incessant pounding of the rain on the glass around us. I am barely aware of the liquid explosion I am creating inside her, lost in the sheer intensity of the moment. I see her collapse downward exhaustedly, her hand swiping a clear path through the fog on the window.

I blink, shifting cruelly to reality as I stare at the four jagged paths left by her fingers on the window of the other car. I twist the key and start my own, leaving the two lovers to their intimacy...