Mosoon

Mosoon

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It was something about the situation, being marooned in this desolate, barely lit cavern with the rain pounding the world into submission. The dingy privacy behind the curtains of rain and the comforting knowledge that a stranger once lost to the world is never seen again, unlaced her embedded inhibitions.

Summary

It was something about the situation, being marooned in this desolate, barely lit cavern with the rain pounding the world into submission.
The dingy privacy behind the curtains of rain and the comforting knowledge that a stranger once lost to the world is never seen again, unlaced her embedded inhibitions.

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Submitted: March 16, 2012

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Submitted: March 16, 2012

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The sudden downpour cleared the dark streets of its last few wanderers. The rain beat down a steady relentless rhythm, diluting all logic and thought. A solitary figure ran blindly across a street, ducking into a lane that looked relatively sheltered. It was no use though. Rain continued to cascade over his tall lean frame.

He shook his head like a mangy dog, sending furious bullets of water splashing on the walls of the narrow alley. By the muffled glow of a streetlamp in the distance, he spotted a square cave in the left wall ahead. It was a mere crevice, barely deep enough but it would do and he ran into it.

It took him a moment to realise that he was looking at a face. Struck dumb by this sudden apparition, he used the time to admire the delicate beauty in its cold drenched lines. It was a woman. This realisation was followed by another. She was frightened. He immediately started to back away into the rain. "I'm so sorry. I was just looking for somewhere to wait the rain out... I didn't see you there."

She studied his face, clearly performing some complex mental calculation known only to women. He was now out in the alley, being blinded by the rain again but he heard her voice, clear and resolute, "it's alright. You can wait here. Nobody should be out there right now. And... there's nowhere else to go."

He walked into the cavity again, showing his gratitude by inching as far away from her as possible. He took off his jacket and wrung the rain out of it.

She was shivering slightly. He held out his freshly wrung jacket to her but she politely turned it down. Perhaps she was still a little frightened.

He leaned hard against the wall but it had been a long day, the weariness was dragging him further down. He slithered down till he was sitting on the dirty but mercifully unflooded floor. She hesitated for a moment before seeing the sense in this. They sat facing each other now, his feet innocently touching her folded knees.

It was impossible not to make eye contact. Her shapely gold-flecked eyes seem to fill up all the space around him. She had to try very hard not to smile at his dark, nervously flitting gaze. As though avoiding her eyes wasn't hard enough, to his panic, his attention started to wander further and beyond.

Erratic strands of hair had escaped their binding bun and their wildness was making him draw a quicker breath. Her loose top gripped her pert breasts in its dampness and revealed the delicious curve of her waist. He started to imagine what lay under the clothes. He closed his eyes to blank it out but the image viciously persisted.

When he opened his eyes again, they were directly looking into hers and try as he might, he could not look away. She felt strangely drawn to him. He was an attractive man, with an intense but disarming look about him. She probably would have noticed him across a train carriage but in this confined space, with the torrential downpour in the background, she felt a little hypnotised. She shivered again, this time from more than just the cold.

"Are you sure you don't want this?" He was holding out his jacket again.

"It's wet. I don't think it'll help."

"You could... you could sit in this corner beside me. You'll be warmer." Why had he said that? Of course she'd take it the wrong way. Not that he hadn't momentarily meant it the wrong way. The sound of the rain seemed to beat him senseless till her whispered "ok" brought a sweet relief.

She shifted to the indicated spot, her side now pressed against his. He could now admire her out of the corner of his eye without her noticing. He passed the time by following little drops of water as they fell from the ends of her hair, traced their way down her breasts and disappeared into the fissure between. He imagined their journey, every tender inch of road travelled. He felt a familiar stirring between his legs and promptly stared hard at the wall in front of him.

Her head drooped a little, brushing against his shoulder. The warmth of his body was enhanced by his strong musky smell. When she thought about the incident later, she tried to make excuses for herself. It was something about the situation, being marooned in this desolate, barely lit cavern with the rain pounding the world into submission. They were like animals cowering together. The strange combination of safety and urgency induced a lucid confusion that made rational thought impossible. She knew her excuses were only half truths. The dingy privacy behind the curtains of rain and the comforting knowledge that a stranger once lost to the world is never seen again, unlaced her embedded inhibitions.

A sudden clap of thunder, a violent jump and his arm was around her shoulder urging her heart to stop racing. She looked up at him and he carefully tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, his face protectively stern. As she stared at him in open abandon with those remarkable eyes, he felt a recklessness come over him. His hand stayed on her neck, his arm around her shoulder. He leaned ever so slightly towards her, not knowing what to expect. Her answering lean was all he needed. Ever so slowly, he reached towards her and kissed her gently. The feel of her cold lips was like elixir to his. They pulled back, looking at each other, thunderstruck by the tangible desire that lay between them now. It was a moment that could have ended it all but the next second, they were locked in a kiss so violent that all pathetic self-denial was rendered void.

Her arms encircled his neck, one hand gripping his hair, the other clawing at his back. The waist he had so long to hold was now his to explore as he chose. Their tongues fought a terrible duel. Breaking free of her lips, he traced kisses on her neck instead, making her quiver with arousal.

She ran her hand over his chest, feeling the firmness under the damp cloth. He pulled back and looked at her again. He was asking for permission, she realised. Why did he have to do that? It only made it worse. Now she would have to share equal blame. But share it she would. She leaned over and kissed him again. He would not have to ask her again.

He ran a thumb strongly down the length of her spine down to the small of her back, making her arch and crush her breasts into his chest. He could not have imagined being more aroused than he already was but this did the trick. He slipped a hand under her top. He rubbed her back, warming the frigid skin. She moved her mouth to his ear and then tohis neck, softly sucking here, a flick of the tongue there. In a flash, his embrace tightened.

He unhooked her bra and brought his hand round to finally feel the impossible softness of the breasts he had so fantasized about. As he cupped her hard and pinched a nipple, a dam seemed to burst. She felt a sudden thrill of fear. She grabbed his face and looked into it. Aching desire was etched into the very fabric of his features, along with an almost reverent need to bury himself inside her. He wanted this stranger more than he had ever wanted anyone before and in that moment, she realised that it was mutual.

She released his face and unbuttoned his shirt as her top and bra were taken off and tossed aside like dirt. He grabbed her around the waist and she gasped in bitter joy as he took her cold nipple into his mouth. His tongue swivelled and his lips sucked on the sweet flesh, his hands kneading a breast as his mouth tended to the other. She clutched at the distinct bulge in his pants, rubbing it hard. Her arousal was reaching torturous levels now and it was almost as if he knew.

He reached under her skirt and her panties were disposed of in barely a moment. He snaked down a bit and before she knew it, dove tongue first into her pulsating lust.

The rain poured, indifferent to her wild moans. His tongue thrashed about deep inside her, her cunt obligingly spewing out ample streams of juice. He nibbled her lips harshly and sucked her clitoris with such vibrating vehemence that she thought she might explode.

He reached back up to her face and kissed her so she could taste her own pungent taste on his breath. She unzipped his pants and set free a monstrous erection. As her hand moved up and down his shaft, he drilled a finger deep inside her, making her whimper. A second later, he had roughly pushed in two. They started to pump in and out of her so hard and fast that she screamed into his kiss. Her eyes were clenched shut in ecstasy. She stroked him faster and faster.

Suddenly, he got up and pulled her up to her feet. She was pinned against the wall, the roughness of it embedding patterns into her skin. He hooked her left leg into the crook of his arm. The next second he had slid the full length of his turgid penis straight into her. She felt the world spin.

He left it in there for a second to let her cunt fully savour the breathtaking severity of this intrusion. And then he started to move.

Her screeching groans seems to reverberate indefinitely in their little sheltered cavern till she could feel the very air around her hum.

She grabbed his neck and bit him hard on the shoulder. He brought a thunderous slap down on her butt cheek and she tore his back to shreds in reply. He understood how this brutish violence was enhancing her terrible arousal and he felt an equal need to violate her beyond all measure, exhaust her and leave her empty for all other men. He felt an urge to attain victory over her. This beautiful rain goddess had to be broken and made his own.

He wanted to torment her and he knew just how to do it.

He dropped a hand down to her cunt. Suddenly he doubled the speed with which he moved in and out of her, just as his hand furiously massaged the hot button just above her clitoris. She threw her head back and screamed in agony.

It was too much, he wasn’t pushing her over the edge so much as catapulting her off it into unfathomable depths. She started to shake uncontrollably. She was reaching the peak, she could already taste the crashing relief. Then, to her horror, with one malicious jerk, it was gone. He had pulled out.

She blinked tears of anger out of her eyes and looked at him. He had a dangerous smile on his face. She made a grab for his penis but he caught her hand and pinned her to the wall. She howled piteously.

"Why?"
"Tell me what you want."
"I..." "What do you want?"
"Fuck you."

He just laughed heartlessly. He was enjoying her humiliation. She struggled against him, refusing to give in to his treachery. He could not win.

She stopped. They stared at each other for just a fraction of a moment. Then she leaned close, her lips brushing against his ear. She bit hard into his neck, almost drawing blood, his body jerking in reaction. And then delivering a soft kiss on his ear, in the most poisonously dulcet whisper, "I want you to fuck me."

He felt like all sanity had abandoned him. He rammed into her and she let out a moaning shriek. He pounded in and out of her as her cunt wrapped tighter and tighter around him. Her screams escalated with every jab. He was moving so fast, everything around her started to blur. He forced her mouth open with his tongue, one hand clutching her ass and the other pinching her stony nipple. A heady mixture of sweat and cunt juice streamed down her thigh. Bright lights were starting to pop up before her.

With one last inhumane stab, she felt her body shatter into infinite specks of dust. A suspended cloud of indistinct form, she wafted on the wind, floating above the wet world, above the storm clouds.

He stayed in her till he had spewed every last drop of himself into her. He felt like she had taken all of him, everything he had to give. He held her close as she gently stroked his back.

When he finally slipped out of her, drained and limp, their mingled fluids trickledto the ground, a drizzle of fiery fulfilment to match the madness of the thunderstorm that continued to rage.


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