The rain pounding against the cement as my bedroom doors opened widely to welcome the sound. A faint light from a small vanity creates a shadow through my mirror. Are you watching me? As I slowly tighten my corset, exploring my body with my hands, the sound of the rain creates my rhythm. I slide my panties up my thighs, never taking my eyes off the shadow staring at me. I feel you wanting me to touch myself. I lean against my doorway as the rain touches my skin. Every drop makes me wetter as my hands follow down. I tilt my head back just a little, allowing the water to run freely down my neck and over my corset. My heart beat increases as my hands reach inside and pull out my voluptuous breast. I instinctively opened my mouth and let my tongue lick my hard nipple. Placing my eyes back into the mirror, the shadow beckons me and I began to suck it. Feeling my lips caressing my perky nipples, my pussy starts to get wetter. The rain beats down stronger on my half naked body. The wind blows and as I close my eyes, I can feel you. You are standing behind me, your breath on my shoulder. I need your touch! I need your hands to follow the rain down my shoulders and gently massage over my exposed breast. I want your hands to find my soaked panties and marvel in the wetness you’ve created between my thighs. I lean back against you, spreading just enough for your hand to enter and your fingers to rub my clit. Fingers moving with the rhythm of the rain. Each clash of light thunder sends my body into ecstasy. My body obeying you and moves to your command. The beads of rain thumping down, fingers rubbing harder and harder, my body starts to shake. Uncontrollably, I open my eyes and exploded. Catching my breath, I remember I was once told that the rain was very sensual. Tonight, the rain controlled my body, my hands and my pussy.
The lights were dim with scented candles burning and I was almost done with the dinner I prepared for my small dinner party. I invited a few friends over, but it was him I really wanted to see, and I hoped he would be the first to arrive. Tonight was a casual event so I decided to wear a slight see-through black jumper with a long v-neck. The material always felt good against my braless breast and pussy. Just as I turned on the warmer, the door bell rang and to my surprise and delight, it was him. Opening the door, I studied his body with my eyes. A fitted, v-neck t-shirt that showed every outline of his chest. His muscular arms that didn’t need to be flexed. The jeans he wore were snug in all the right spots, making it very easy for me to see how pronounced his cock was. I smiled and invited him in as the breeze from the opened door gave me a small hint of his intoxicating scent. What was only seconds, felt like minutes as I guided him to the kitchen. He sat down on a bar stool at the end of the kitchen island. I felt nervous around him and needed to calm down, so I put on some music and poured myself a glass of wine. I knew he liked martinis so I offered to make him a drink. While making his dirty martini, I assumed he’d occupy his time by looking around my house, but each time I only caught him looking at me. We smiled at each other as we attempted to engage in some small talk.
Looking at the time, I didn’t know when the others would arrive so I decided to move closer and sit next to him. He turned me on so much! His smile was breath taking. As he spoke about nothing of real relevance, I would lose myself staring at his lips. My heart began to race and the need to kiss him became overwhelming. I leaned in and took a chance, putting my hands on his face, I kissed him. Passionately our tongues meet over and over again. Pulling me into him, his hands gliding over my thin fabric straight to my ass. His hand caressed my ass for a while before he ran his hand against my thighs, under my shorts and right to my pussy. The touch of him was making me wet and even more hornier. Running my hand over his chest and admiring the man in front of me, I reciprocated his movements and worked my way down to the button on his pants. Never letting go of his tongue in my mouth and finger massaging my clit, I opened and unzipped his pants. I wanted him right there and now.
Not paying attention to the time and not really caring, I pulled his pants down to his ankles and let his cock sprang out. I kept my focus on him as I stroked his already hard cock. Without rational thought, I climbed on top of him and let his massive cock fill my tight, wet pussy. I straddled his waist and held on to his strong shoulders as I began to grind deeper. Looking him directly in his eyes as I move my pussy back and forth, I knew he heard how wet he had made me. He kicked his pants to the floor, picked me up and moved me up against the wall. He held me tightly around my waist as he moved me slowly up and down on his cock. Rhythmically he pulls me up and slides his cock out right to the tip and pushed me back down again. His hands now gripped strongly on my ass. Controlling each stroke inside me, his cock rubbed my clit each time he lifts me and I can feel my body about to erupt. I close my eyes and relax myself to give him total control over my orgasm and that made me cum harder than I ever have. Dripping wetness all down his cock, he pushes harder and deeper inside me. My body still recovering and shaking, he holds me down on his cock as he cums, biting down on my shoulder and releasing streams of cum inside of me.
Letting go of me, I see his cock, wet, still hard and dripping cum. I wanted it in my mouth so I drop to my knees and insert him in my warm puckered mouth. Starting with the tip, I slowly lick it and work my way down the shaft to the base of his cock. Pulling my head back and forth, slow and hard. I can taste the remainder of his sweet cum and my very own pussy juices. It drove me crazy as I cleaned his cock with my mouth. I slowly came to my feet, wipe my mouth with my fingers and kiss him once more. Great timing as I faintly heard my door bell in the back ground. It was time for dinner and I hoped he’d stay around for dessert.