Rain Dance
We met years ago, two strangers who became friends and later lovers. You are stunning now as you were then, but life and obligations have allowed us to drift apart. We are no longer open with all our feelings and emotions yet we still hang on by a thread at this thing we call marriage.
I decided to try something new, well not totally new, just something we had not done in a while. I had reservations for dinner and tickets for the movie ready. A wonderful night out with my beautiful wife what more can a man ask for?
Our perfect night out became a disaster in a flash. Everything that could have gone wrong did. Dinner reservations were lost so we had to wait around which in turn made us late for the theater. To add insult to injury, the movie was one of the worse
we had seen in a long time.
The weather just added another wrinkle to the disastrous evening. We ran in the downpour to our car. Our clothes were soaked and we shivered from the cold beating of the rain as I fumbled with the keys to start the car. I turned the heater on so warm air could circulate and we could dry off.
The heat rose on the rain-blackened road as the wet cold air took over. I drove through the unrelenting rain as we cut through the pebble size drops. The windshield wipers thrashed about as they tried to clear the water off the window. The downpour took away my visibility and made our trek home extremely dangerous.
We were quiet throughout the drive. Just the music from the car stereo kept us company. We were both distant as I kept my attention on the road. You tapped your fingernails rhythmically to the music against the door panel while you sat impatiently on the passenger seat.
I slowed down and pulled up next to the guardrail so we can sit and wait out the rain. I shut the engine off and the radio continued to play. “Sorry baby, but the road takes to many turns up ahead and it is hard to see right now.”
You smiled a silent agreement as you placed your hands on my thigh, squeezed and looked ahead at the dark abyss ahead of us. You turn your head as your eyes searched for any oncoming traffic. Nothing was there and we were the only ones on the road.
A steady strum of rainfall fell on the top of the car. I watched you as you continued your search of the dark road around us. I asked you, “What’s the matter?”
You lifted your finger to my mouth and stopped me from talking and shook your head. You smiled; your seductive eyes never left mine and whispered, “I am going to dance in front of the headlights on this rainy night just for you.”
My eyes bulged, disbelief to my ears. I had not seen this much passion in your eyes in some time. But today it covers you completely and I am going to reap the rewards of it.
“You have to promise me you will not leave the car. You will sit in here and enjoy my strip tease.” You smiled as you continued your gaze. “I want your complete attention, eyes on me always. I want to see your hands on the steering wheel at all times, no where else or I will stop.”
I nod my head like a young child who had been offered candy; “Ok,” was all I could stammer out of my lips as my head continued its nod.
You stood in the rain as the drops fell and caressed your body. Your silk white shirt bonded to you as if it were part of your olive tone skin. The short, black skirt struggled to stay in one place as the weight of the rainwater made it heavier then normal. You fought with your hair to keep it from your face as it matted itself from the weight of the water to your forehead. Your ruby colored lips glistened under the lights as they trembled from the wet chill in the night air.
The headlights of the car beamed like spotlights and they accented your figure through your wet clothes. You wrapped your hands around your chest, held yourself as you tried to stay warm. I raised the volume of the radio, rhythmic beats blared into the air and they urged you to dance in front of the headlights and under the thunderous sky.
Your hands went to your hips as the music blared into your mind. You gyrated while the car’s eyes watched you intently. Your eyes closed; the wave of sound filled your senses and made you sway from left to right in a hypnotic euphoria. Your hands reached for the sky as you looked up to see the clouds open and release their rain down on you.
I watched from within the warm safety of the car as my hands settled on my chin. I smiled, as your inhibition was lost and you displayed your fluid lustful dance to me. Your head swayed and your hair followed as it freed the water once trapped in it. You began your enchantingly sensuous erotic strip tease under the opening skies.
Your hands reached for the silk, white shirt, tore it open, and allowed your skin to feel the cold wetness firsthand. You stripped it off your shoulders; raindrops smacked your bare skin furiously. The pearl like buttons bounced aimlessly in front of your feet and on the ground. They made small splashes as they continued to bounce beneath the car and off to the side. You tossed your shirt into the night air and it disappeared from sight.
You climbed on the hood of the car; the frigid rain cooled the hood down sufficiently for you to crawl on it and to the window. You stared into my eyes through the shield between us. You felt the warmth of the motor beneath you as you explicitly enjoyed the feel of the harsh cold wet air and the smooth warm hood.
Your eyes captured my gaze as you enticed me to join you. They screamed with a passion I have never seen in you before. You released the glare as your hands roamed up your stomach to your breasts and caressed the mountainous mounds of flesh with your fingertips.
Your breasts heaved under the cold water as your crimson red satin bra struggled to hold them in. Darkened circles in the center pushed out towards the car and they beckoned me to hold them.
My tongue slid over my lips. I licked the dryness off them and wished I could savor the taste of the rain off your skin. I struggled with the thought but talked myself out of it; this was your dance, your private show just for me. You told me to enjoy the exhibition, and I did as you wished today.
My hands languidly glided over the steering wheel and squeezed when they found the proper driving position. I placed a tight grip on it and my knuckles turned pale white from the strain. I craved to grab, kiss and make love to you that very instant. You turned your back to me; kneeled on the hood as your weight dented it in. I shook my head slowly as I watched you gradually lower the skirt and wiggled it off your hips.
Carefully, you slid off the rain slicked hood and fell on your two feet. You bent over slightly; I can barely see your buttocks over the hood, and lowered the skirt over your thighs. Your butt smiled at me as the cotton red thong peeks out of one end and covered your womanhood from my sight on the other.
Raindrops bounced off your skin as the steam rose off you into the cold air. You glanced back as you tried to see if my eyes were still on you. You smiled; you knew I would obey your wishes as I stared intently at your backside. You ran your right hand down your back, to your butt cheek and playfully smacked it. The water splashed as your hand met your skin. You grimaced with a hiss from the sting and pleasure. You did this three more times, each time harder and more pleasurable then the last.
You ascended back on the car hood and tossed your skirt to one side. Again your clothes disappeared in the night air. My eyes observed you stand on the hood. Your jet-black heels accented your feet and wet thigh highs lose the battle to hold the mold of your legs as the garter belt struggled to hold the stockings in place. You turned, back to me and lowered yourself to your knees and rested your rear on your heels.
You looked beautiful from behind, your body formed the shape of a cello, beautiful smooth curves. Your actions began to drive me insane with lust. I needed to break free from the bondage of the car, but my word I kept me in my place.
Your knees spread and your thighs followed. You began to grind your hips to the rhythm of the music. Your bottom rose and fell as your legs spread and closed and your body made love to the hood. Your ride became more sensual and sexual before my eyes as the rain continued to cover your flesh.
You looked at me, mouthed to me, “Start the engine.” I did as you. Its vibration hummed up your thighs through your thong, inside your womanhood and into your soul. Your eyes glazed back as you squirmed slowly to the maddening beats of the music and the pulsating vibrations of the engine. You placed your hands flat on the car hood; its warmth ran through them as the sensations from the engine crawled through your skin.
The vision of your movement on my hood mesmerized me. Your hair adhered itself to your back as if glued onto your skin. It was torture to contain my strain much longer as I saw you reach behind your back.
Your fingers reached for the clamps that held your bra to your body. Slowly, they teasingly unclamped your bra off. One by one I saw your fingers release the clamps’ union as the bra loses its war with your breasts.
The final clamp unhitched and your breasts expanded to their newfound freedom. The straps of your bra gingerly held off your shoulders lifelessly. Your free hand grabbed the front of your bra before it fell off and revealed your fleshy mounds. You slid off the hood again, feet back on the ground. You turned to me and smiled innocently with that devilish angelic smile I’ve fallen in love with.
Boldly you lifted your hand, ripped the bra from your skin, only to replace it mischievously with your other hand before I could get a glimpse of your full breasts. A glimpse I wished for, but I knew I was in for more then just a glimpse of your breast.
Your free hand rose to the sky, met your other hand and gripped your bra. You spread your arms apart, opened it and displayed the bra to my eyes and the heavens.
I lowered my head and shook it as a smirk came to my face. “You
are so crazy,” I mumbled to myself as I tried to take my mind off my hardened friend between my legs.
I raised my head and watched you prance wild, free, and in love while the night-wet air seduced your body. I tantalizingly watched you frolic as the rain filled sky opened and released their thunderous downpour on you.
Your bra landed with a wet thud on the windshield. I jumped back and screamed, “what the!” The wiper caught the bra and dragged it left and right as it smeared the rain on the windshield. My vision of you was minimal as your silhouette continued the rain dance in front of the car’s lights.
The song stopped and caused you to stop as well. You looked back at me, waited for another song so you could do a new dance. A ballad came on and it tempered your mood. You went from the reckless abandonment of the thumping music to the solemn gyration of the ballad. Your eyes lowered as you did your seductress walk towards the car.
Your hands rested on your hips. You began to twirl the thin straps of the thong around your fingers. Slowly you lowered each side, one at a time, and showed the car’s eyes the naked flesh around your womanhood. Each time you got bolder and showed more. Each time I grew stronger, harder and in need for your core.
My mouth opened wide as disbelief came to my mind. I saw the blurred image of your body, nude in the night’s cold wet air. Goosebumps crawled all over you as the light from the car bounced off your wet skin.
Your bottom lip trembled as you continued your dance. You swayed slowly to the rhythmic ballad while my eyes lovingly stared at you. Naked before me you stood the sweetest creature on the earth, the woman of my dreams, heart and soul. Your inviting eyes challenged me to come out and join you in your dance.
I opened the door and stepped out of the car into the cold rain. My body heat lowered by the blistering rain but my lust for you was still on the rise. I walked towards you and heard you laugh and sing as if a nubile sexual goddess had taken over your body.
I stood beside you and brought your body close to mine. I swung my arms around you and wrapped my jacket on your shoulders. I held you tight to my body to protect you from the rain. I felt you burn as your flesh was on fire.
You stared into my eyes, “dance with me lover. Rain dance with me tonight.” The intensity of your look made it hard for me to say no.
How could I refuse her? How could anyone?
We met years ago, two strangers who became friends and later lovers. You are stunning now as you were then, but life and obligations have allowed us to drift apart. We are no longer open with all our feelings and emotions yet we still hang on by a thread at this thing we call marriage.
I decided to try something new, well not totally new, just something we had not done in a while. I had reservations for dinner and tickets for the movie ready. A wonderful night out with my beautiful wife what more can a man ask for?
Our perfect night out became a disaster in a flash. Everything that could have gone wrong did. Dinner reservations were lost so we had to wait around which in turn made us late for the theater. To add insult to injury, the movie was one of the worse
we had seen in a long time.
The weather just added another wrinkle to the disastrous evening. We ran in the downpour to our car. Our clothes were soaked and we shivered from the cold beating of the rain as I fumbled with the keys to start the car. I turned the heater on so warm air could circulate and we could dry off.
The heat rose on the rain-blackened road as the wet cold air took over. I drove through the unrelenting rain as we cut through the pebble size drops. The windshield wipers thrashed about as they tried to clear the water off the window. The downpour took away my visibility and made our trek home extremely dangerous.
We were quiet throughout the drive. Just the music from the car stereo kept us company. We were both distant as I kept my attention on the road. You tapped your fingernails rhythmically to the music against the door panel while you sat impatiently on the passenger seat.
I slowed down and pulled up next to the guardrail so we can sit and wait out the rain. I shut the engine off and the radio continued to play. “Sorry baby, but the road takes to many turns up ahead and it is hard to see right now.”
You smiled a silent agreement as you placed your hands on my thigh, squeezed and looked ahead at the dark abyss ahead of us. You turn your head as your eyes searched for any oncoming traffic. Nothing was there and we were the only ones on the road.
A steady strum of rainfall fell on the top of the car. I watched you as you continued your search of the dark road around us. I asked you, “What’s the matter?”
You lifted your finger to my mouth and stopped me from talking and shook your head. You smiled; your seductive eyes never left mine and whispered, “I am going to dance in front of the headlights on this rainy night just for you.”
My eyes bulged, disbelief to my ears. I had not seen this much passion in your eyes in some time. But today it covers you completely and I am going to reap the rewards of it.
“You have to promise me you will not leave the car. You will sit in here and enjoy my strip tease.” You smiled as you continued your gaze. “I want your complete attention, eyes on me always. I want to see your hands on the steering wheel at all times, no where else or I will stop.”
I nod my head like a young child who had been offered candy; “Ok,” was all I could stammer out of my lips as my head continued its nod.
You stood in the rain as the drops fell and caressed your body. Your silk white shirt bonded to you as if it were part of your olive tone skin. The short, black skirt struggled to stay in one place as the weight of the rainwater made it heavier then normal. You fought with your hair to keep it from your face as it matted itself from the weight of the water to your forehead. Your ruby colored lips glistened under the lights as they trembled from the wet chill in the night air.
The headlights of the car beamed like spotlights and they accented your figure through your wet clothes. You wrapped your hands around your chest, held yourself as you tried to stay warm. I raised the volume of the radio, rhythmic beats blared into the air and they urged you to dance in front of the headlights and under the thunderous sky.
Your hands went to your hips as the music blared into your mind. You gyrated while the car’s eyes watched you intently. Your eyes closed; the wave of sound filled your senses and made you sway from left to right in a hypnotic euphoria. Your hands reached for the sky as you looked up to see the clouds open and release their rain down on you.
I watched from within the warm safety of the car as my hands settled on my chin. I smiled, as your inhibition was lost and you displayed your fluid lustful dance to me. Your head swayed and your hair followed as it freed the water once trapped in it. You began your enchantingly sensuous erotic strip tease under the opening skies.
Your hands reached for the silk, white shirt, tore it open, and allowed your skin to feel the cold wetness firsthand. You stripped it off your shoulders; raindrops smacked your bare skin furiously. The pearl like buttons bounced aimlessly in front of your feet and on the ground. They made small splashes as they continued to bounce beneath the car and off to the side. You tossed your shirt into the night air and it disappeared from sight.
You climbed on the hood of the car; the frigid rain cooled the hood down sufficiently for you to crawl on it and to the window. You stared into my eyes through the shield between us. You felt the warmth of the motor beneath you as you explicitly enjoyed the feel of the harsh cold wet air and the smooth warm hood.
Your eyes captured my gaze as you enticed me to join you. They screamed with a passion I have never seen in you before. You released the glare as your hands roamed up your stomach to your breasts and caressed the mountainous mounds of flesh with your fingertips.
Your breasts heaved under the cold water as your crimson red satin bra struggled to hold them in. Darkened circles in the center pushed out towards the car and they beckoned me to hold them.
My tongue slid over my lips. I licked the dryness off them and wished I could savor the taste of the rain off your skin. I struggled with the thought but talked myself out of it; this was your dance, your private show just for me. You told me to enjoy the exhibition, and I did as you wished today.
My hands languidly glided over the steering wheel and squeezed when they found the proper driving position. I placed a tight grip on it and my knuckles turned pale white from the strain. I craved to grab, kiss and make love to you that very instant. You turned your back to me; kneeled on the hood as your weight dented it in. I shook my head slowly as I watched you gradually lower the skirt and wiggled it off your hips.
Carefully, you slid off the rain slicked hood and fell on your two feet. You bent over slightly; I can barely see your buttocks over the hood, and lowered the skirt over your thighs. Your butt smiled at me as the cotton red thong peeks out of one end and covered your womanhood from my sight on the other.
Raindrops bounced off your skin as the steam rose off you into the cold air. You glanced back as you tried to see if my eyes were still on you. You smiled; you knew I would obey your wishes as I stared intently at your backside. You ran your right hand down your back, to your butt cheek and playfully smacked it. The water splashed as your hand met your skin. You grimaced with a hiss from the sting and pleasure. You did this three more times, each time harder and more pleasurable then the last.
You ascended back on the car hood and tossed your skirt to one side. Again your clothes disappeared in the night air. My eyes observed you stand on the hood. Your jet-black heels accented your feet and wet thigh highs lose the battle to hold the mold of your legs as the garter belt struggled to hold the stockings in place. You turned, back to me and lowered yourself to your knees and rested your rear on your heels.
You looked beautiful from behind, your body formed the shape of a cello, beautiful smooth curves. Your actions began to drive me insane with lust. I needed to break free from the bondage of the car, but my word I kept me in my place.
Your knees spread and your thighs followed. You began to grind your hips to the rhythm of the music. Your bottom rose and fell as your legs spread and closed and your body made love to the hood. Your ride became more sensual and sexual before my eyes as the rain continued to cover your flesh.
You looked at me, mouthed to me, “Start the engine.” I did as you. Its vibration hummed up your thighs through your thong, inside your womanhood and into your soul. Your eyes glazed back as you squirmed slowly to the maddening beats of the music and the pulsating vibrations of the engine. You placed your hands flat on the car hood; its warmth ran through them as the sensations from the engine crawled through your skin.
The vision of your movement on my hood mesmerized me. Your hair adhered itself to your back as if glued onto your skin. It was torture to contain my strain much longer as I saw you reach behind your back.
Your fingers reached for the clamps that held your bra to your body. Slowly, they teasingly unclamped your bra off. One by one I saw your fingers release the clamps’ union as the bra loses its war with your breasts.
The final clamp unhitched and your breasts expanded to their newfound freedom. The straps of your bra gingerly held off your shoulders lifelessly. Your free hand grabbed the front of your bra before it fell off and revealed your fleshy mounds. You slid off the hood again, feet back on the ground. You turned to me and smiled innocently with that devilish angelic smile I’ve fallen in love with.
Boldly you lifted your hand, ripped the bra from your skin, only to replace it mischievously with your other hand before I could get a glimpse of your full breasts. A glimpse I wished for, but I knew I was in for more then just a glimpse of your breast.
Your free hand rose to the sky, met your other hand and gripped your bra. You spread your arms apart, opened it and displayed the bra to my eyes and the heavens.
I lowered my head and shook it as a smirk came to my face. “You
are so crazy,” I mumbled to myself as I tried to take my mind off my hardened friend between my legs.
I raised my head and watched you prance wild, free, and in love while the night-wet air seduced your body. I tantalizingly watched you frolic as the rain filled sky opened and released their thunderous downpour on you.
Your bra landed with a wet thud on the windshield. I jumped back and screamed, “what the!” The wiper caught the bra and dragged it left and right as it smeared the rain on the windshield. My vision of you was minimal as your silhouette continued the rain dance in front of the car’s lights.
The song stopped and caused you to stop as well. You looked back at me, waited for another song so you could do a new dance. A ballad came on and it tempered your mood. You went from the reckless abandonment of the thumping music to the solemn gyration of the ballad. Your eyes lowered as you did your seductress walk towards the car.
Your hands rested on your hips. You began to twirl the thin straps of the thong around your fingers. Slowly you lowered each side, one at a time, and showed the car’s eyes the naked flesh around your womanhood. Each time you got bolder and showed more. Each time I grew stronger, harder and in need for your core.
My mouth opened wide as disbelief came to my mind. I saw the blurred image of your body, nude in the night’s cold wet air. Goosebumps crawled all over you as the light from the car bounced off your wet skin.
Your bottom lip trembled as you continued your dance. You swayed slowly to the rhythmic ballad while my eyes lovingly stared at you. Naked before me you stood the sweetest creature on the earth, the woman of my dreams, heart and soul. Your inviting eyes challenged me to come out and join you in your dance.
I opened the door and stepped out of the car into the cold rain. My body heat lowered by the blistering rain but my lust for you was still on the rise. I walked towards you and heard you laugh and sing as if a nubile sexual goddess had taken over your body.
I stood beside you and brought your body close to mine. I swung my arms around you and wrapped my jacket on your shoulders. I held you tight to my body to protect you from the rain. I felt you burn as your flesh was on fire.
You stared into my eyes, “dance with me lover. Rain dance with me tonight.” The intensity of your look made it hard for me to say no.
How could I refuse her? How could anyone?
