When the winds came, they soughed against their bare bodies as the lovers strained beneath the overarching branches.
The winds cooled them. Their perspiration turned sticky. Their fingers interlocked, their legs interwove and a frightened rabbit in the nearby brush startled by their moans took to jumping and leaping and bounding off into the Chinese privet.
The humidity portended rain. She lay with her legs splayed on the blanket and he lay with his legs interlocked with hers. He moved. She shuddered with each pounding. He was not a harsh lover, not one given to biting or the violence that had overcome her previous lovers. She would teach him. But he was good.
He was good because he had spirituality that went beyond the motions of fucking. When she fucked the others, it was like taking a sledgehammer to a chrysanthemum. But him…he stroked, he prodded, he felt with his fingers of her clitoris, her lips, his shaft meeting her vulva. Erotic poeticism. That’s what he is. They moved in time like a sexual engine, rocking with animal rhythm and when at last she did come—and she had never come with the others, had always had to finish herself off in the dark hours after coitus—she soaked the blanket beneath them both. It ran over her ass and she felt the sudden urge to grab his cock and stick it there, too. One step at a time. He’s got to be coached. “What of it, eternal lover?” she asked him with not a little deviance. He found her lips, kissed them hungrily then slid his hand along her buttocks and found that…that other place. He slipped his finger inside and she squealed. This is dirty pleasure. A filthy fuck. But better than the mindlessness of the others. At least he cares. At least he knows.
Thunderheads grumbled as they muscled for dominance, shouldering their way through the skies, bumping against one another in an enraged bout of clashing and clapping. Discharges of electricity impregnated the air with the sense that they were being watched by countless eyes—there was a crowd near, it seemed, and this only heightened his arousal. After she had came twice, he decided he would let go, release that tension that he had been holding so that he didn’t ejaculate in her too soon. And after releasing that tension, he lost all conscious volition. His hips moved without his consent. His cock grew thick, the head engorged, the woods around them filled with the soft patter of rain being channeled by the leaves overhead into large droplets. The sun was no longer on them, but the winds picked up. He could not suppress the groan that sounded almost like pain. And when he shot up in her, he felt the surge of his own self filling her up, turbulent, swirling about his shaft as it jetted into her pussy. He collapsed on top of her, slowly, folding as all the strength went out of him. He had been bolstered by sexual passion for the past hour and a half and now he had no more. He was weakened. She rested a hand on the back of his head as he nuzzled her neck. His penis softened, but was sensitive to the touch. Droplets of cum still drizzled from it as he pulled out, dripping down her naked ass. He had, before, felt himself swelling up inside her as he penetrated her in both spots, felt her fill up with him through her rectal wall as he fingered and fucked her.
Now they lay, the rain washing away the film of their fevered lovemaking. The thunder did not matter. He did not mind the rain. She did not mind the storm. They paid no heed to the deer which passed in the brush. They paid no heed to much else.
He’ll be my lover. The others will just have to go.
“Spirit of the Wood,” he whispered. “What? What was that?” she said. He shook his head, smiled wanly. “Oh nothing. It’s just that…you’re like a spirit of the wood…” She inhaled, smelled moss and heard the drizzle of rain batting the leaves as it came falling through the forest canopy. The span of minutes in which they lay in silence felt strange—like awakening to find yourself somewhere else, a place you did not recognize. “You know,” she told him, “There are places where one can be happy. No tradeoffs—none of this give a lot, take a little. Places where we’re not bound by the balance of the rest of the world, which toils hardily only to receive less than their share. This is just such a place. No tricks. No deceptions. No ulterior motives. I’ve had lovers before, you know this…but you…” He lay beside her, the rain subsiding, the sodden blanket beneath them. “So,” he said, “Keep me for a century or so…” She nodded. “As a being almost immortal, I think I’ll do better. I think I’ll keep you for a lifetime…” He caressed her. She slept. The cicadas ground out a song of noisome solitude in time to the beat of their hearts…
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WOW, that was something else. Well written and very erotic descriptions of their love making.
Doing it in the rain is an altogether experience that I love. Your story makes me want to find you and wait for a rainy day. :-))
XoxoX SWx
:) Haha! Yes...lovemaking in the rain, I think, kind of externalizes that internal wetness. Brings it out, so to speak. And what can be more cozy than being in bed with your lover on a stormy day? Being outside in the rain, that's what! Thank you so much for your comment. I'm glad you carried something away from it...
My internal wetness is no longer contained within.
It 'rained' out wetting everything after reading this stimulating erotic little gem.
Well done.
XoxoX SWx
The description of these two lovers in the rain was breath taking and very erotic. The pouring rain just added to their passion. It's like when the rain clouds opened, these two opened up together making a symphony of love together. Bodies in unison with the sound of rain hitting the tree branches. Music to my ears. Beautiful short story. Thank you for sharing...
You are welcome! Yes, storms put me in the mood to cozy down and snuggle a bit. The outpouring of the rage of the storm only increases the sensuality felt between the two lovers. Rain is just relaxing anyway. In the woods, hearing it strike the leaves, it's so placid...
Wow a short story that packs a punch! Very hot and descriptive you got a lot "in" in a short amount of space, nice work, I'll be looking forward to more
Your words have nice balance I enjoyed the read
Love the interwoven setting as a part of the act going in. Very descriptive and poetic in it's own flow of passionate word and erotic acts. Well done, A.
I appreciate the comments! Thank you so much. I think setting can be a good way to set the mood beyond just describing the actions themselves. And while wood sex is nothing new(in fact, it was probably the original sex!) Everyone's take on it will vary both in focus and in details.
The true test of a lover! Will you keep... Me... For a lifetime? If the answer to that question is a "Yes!", then we have done it right! Well written, my friend!
Wonderful piece here, once again pleasure, lust and passion blended into a fine and erotic coupling that we would all envy. The setting, her inferred control, the flow of it all seems flawless. Loved the ending and envied her lover.
Did you not like my other comment? I noticed no response! I was not intending to make it personal... That is just my style!
Oh.I am so sorry! I did notice. Smiling while I read it. Ha! You're too kind, spyguy. Flattering as you are. I take nothing personal! I was on my phone and replying can get kind of...funny. Don't you worry about me taking anything personal. Say what you mean! Life's too short to mince words...keep commenting! Keep being you! Thank you so much for always keeping track of my works!
I found this rather romantic and erotic in the sense,a great fusion.of passionate desire and felt myself wanting more.
It really hit the spot and perhaps there might be a sequel to this lusty rain soaked sassy and very sexy encounter.
It's unusual for me to wet my nickers reading this and needing a new pair because I don't usually wear any lol.
Now I'm.soaked with pores of lustful moisture and guess what?,it's raining outside near to the enchanted woodland where I live.
Oh my! Well...I hope you decided to take a stroll and sought out some rain soaked satisfaction yourself. Any wood nymph like activities? Thank you for that comment...it certainly made my day, even though there were no rainy day shenanigans...
Loved it! Thank you,
- Ethan
I have just read this story.I have found if beautiful.It reminded me of my Beloved,the One.
cicada's have a well tuned and coordinated hum.
Your story of sexual compatibility was the same.
You are so good. This was great.
Storywriterx