For Besame

For Besame For Besame

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Besame accepts an invitation

Summary

Besame accepts an invitation

Content

Submitted: June 24, 2016

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Content

Submitted: June 24, 2016

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For Besame

“I read your story about making love in the afternoon during the rain,” she said, “it was lovely, arousing and it made me envious.”

“Thanks. I read your feedback and responded.” I replied.

“Yes, I know but I wanted to let you know privately how much it touched me. Inside.”

“That’s a huge compliment; I appreciate that.”

“The response you typed in the reply box after my feedback set me thinking, about how sweet it would be to make love in just such a setting, on your patio, in the rain,” she said softly.

“Would you like to come over the next time it rains?” I asked. “I’d try not to disappoint you.”

“Yes, I would, Ben, very much.” She said in that soft sweet sexy voice that makes my heart jump.

A few days later, as luck would have it, a good soaking rain was predicted. She called me to confirm, I gave her my address and as I waited for her, the next few minutes seemed like hours. As she ran from her car to my door, the rain began and she pulled her raincoat over her head, shrieking as the cold rain pelted her head.

Once she was inside, I removed her raincoat and hung it in the hall closet and we faced each other. There was no primal lust, no grabbing and groaning, just a tender full body hug that seemed to make our bodies melt through our clothing. Her lips were softer than I could have imagined, responsive and almost demanding. Even from the brief moments that we kissed, I began to get very aroused.

There was no urgency, just a silent understanding and a defined purpose as we stepped apart and slowly began undressing each other one piece of clothing at a time. She had prepared herself, and wore no bra or panties, so she was naked first and she knelt in front of me as she pulled my boxers down and let me step out of them. My arousal greeted her smiling face.

“I’m glad that you’re so happy to see me,” she said with a giggle.

She slowly reached out and caressed my shaft with her hand. Her touch was so gentle it excited me even more and my cock jumped slightly in her hand. Another giggle. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Something much more than that,” I answered, pulling her to her feet. Our skin just seemed to blend together, her breasts melting into mine, unaffected by the hair on my chest. Her arms encircled my neck as we kissed again and my hands gently roamed her back, exploring. When my hands reached her buttocks I had an urge to spank them lightly, but I reminded myself that this was a day for tenderness.

They say that the more foreplay in which you engage, the hotter and sweeter the results. So true. The time slipped away silently as we took turns just touching and exploring every inch of our bodies. My pleasure was much more obvious than hers until my fingers reached that secret place, heretofore hidden from me.

Her breasts swelled with pride, her nipples taut, and I took her hand in mine. “Come, I want to show you something,” I said. I lead her through the house and kitchen to the French doors to the patio. I flipped the switch turning on the overhead fan. Outside I had laid a thick blanket on the patio tile.

Rain bounced off the trees behind my house and splattered on the covered grill next to the patio. The grass in the back yard and next to the patio drank the rain quietly as I led her to the blanket. “There is no clock out here, and there is no rush, only sensations,” I said.

She lay down on her stomach, sweeping her hair to one side over her shoulder. Straddling her body I crawled over her, leaning down to kiss the hollow of her neck on the exposed side. I licked at her earlobe and sucked on it, and then bit it playfully. She closed her eyes and smiled.

I rubbed her back from her shoulders to her waist, kneading her flesh from her spine to the sides. I could feel her body relaxing under my hands. Still kneeling over her, I kissed every inch between her shoulder blades and then kissed down her spine until my lips touched the crease at the top of her buttocks.

I slid two fingers down between her legs and she voluntarily spread her legs for me. Eager. Ready. Willing. I gently caressed her labia, careful not to penetrate with my fingers as I kissed one buttock and then the other. When I finished, I pushed both fingers against her slit. Her hips lifted, inviting them in. Arching her back, she held still as my fingers disappeared time and time again. Her lips parted and when I saw her eyes close tighter, I pressed deeper and quickened the probes.

The only sign of her pleasure was a soft gasp, but her body told me the tale. My fingers were kissed, caressed and coated. Her hips fell back against the blanket and I withdrew and tasted my fingers. It only aroused me more; my cock had been dripping precum since I kissed her buttocks.

I gently rolled her over on her back and lay next to her. Her mouths seemed to find each other automatically. Unable to control myself, I dropped my mouth to her breasts and licked her flesh until her nipples were standing like rivets. My hand slid down once again to invade her, albeit it tenderly, and she allowed it. I pressed my palm against her mound as I suckled her and I felt a hand on the back of my head. My cock throbbed like never before.

As I positioned myself between her legs, she bent her knees, feet on the blanket. I dipped my head between her legs, glancing up at her for permission. Her eyes met mine and her hands slipped to the back of my head, inviting me to feast on her. And I did. Slowly, tenderly, savoring the smell and taste of her, the feel of her legs against my head, the encouragement of her hands in my hair. She was delicious. It was delicious, the rain becoming loud enough to drown out her moans as I took her to the edge again and again until finally she bucked frantically against my face and I nearly lost control.

I crawled up over her, leaning down so I could kiss her. She licked my lips, kissed me deeply as we shared her sweetness. I rubbed the wet tip of my pulsing erection through her slit and let it glide to her depths. She wrapped her legs around me but pushed up on her elbows and rolled us over. She bent her knees and began to ride me slowly, knowing I would reach oblivion soon. I held onto her legs with my hands and enjoyed the ride.

As I felt the inevitable approaching, she read it in my face. She slipped off and knelt between my legs. With her eyes glued to mine, she captured the head of my cock and slowly used her mouth to finish me. I couldn’t move; her mouth was so incredible that I kept my hands at my sides and let her take it from me.

I couldn’t believe she didn’t choke on the deluge I unleashed. Her mouth continued to work the head and shaft until I was panting with need again. Her mouth popped free and she crawled up over me, leaning down to kiss me as I had kissed her. Her tongue treated me to a taste of the remnants of my lust.

I rolled her back under me and her legs went around me again. Thunder had become regular, with occasional lightning in the distance. The air was cooler and she flipped the edge of the blanket up over my back to shelter us. My erection sought shelter again in her warm cove and our bodies become one as we kissed and touched each other softly, each caress adding to the pleasure of the moment.

The rain pounded down harder and the wind blew into the patio. The blanket suddenly flew off and the rain splatted over us, pelting my back. Her nails dug into my back as my body pounded with need against her. Words were unnecessary; we both knew the moment was here and together we challenged the wind and rain and our bodies made our own thunder, fireworks crashing into the ceiling of the patio.

We were soaked with sweat and rain and fluids we jointly shared. As we separated, I pulled her to her feet, picked her up in a fireman carry and took her to the master bath. We showered, discussing the rain and toweled each other off after the shower.

When she was at my front door, she kissed me on the cheek. “That was wonderful, Ben, thank you.”

“My pleasure, Besame, please come back anytime it rains.”

 

 

 


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