I smile at your pleasure, then moan as your mouth explores the firm white flesh curving toward pert brown peaks.I smile at your pleasure, then moan as your mouth explores the firm white flesh curving toward pert brown peaks. As you lick and suck deliciously, fueling my passion, the mist condenses to an easy rain, with large soft drops tracing quick rivulets down your back. I tilt my head back, mouth open to collect a bit of rain, then I lift your face with my hands and kiss you, sharing the sweet rain and somehow bonding us together. I feel like an animal. I feel wild and fresh. I want to feel the rain over all of my flesh. I want to share this need with you, my wild stranger. I struggle to escape my damp, clinging jeans and as I turn to reach for you again, you grab me and pull me to you. With one hand you grasp the hair at the back of my head, firmly but gently, and cover my mouth with yours. Yes! Your hunger is equal to mine! Involuntarily, I emit a low growl into our kiss. As I dig my fingers into your buttocks, your engorged penis presses harder and thicker against my pelvis. You pull my head back by the hair and crush me between your body and the weathered surface of the old tree as you bite down on the soft flesh of my throat. "Hunh! Oh-god-yes!" I groan, my mind starting to fog, my self-control disintegrating as the rain increases its intensity in mild parallel to our passion. Our hands probe each other ... my left alternately caressing and clutching your buttock, thigh and back; my right hand hungrily stroking and squeezing your swollen cock, you body so close I can feel your scrotum brushing my thigh with each roll and twist. Your right hand is around my back, simultaneously cushioning against the wood and bracing me upon your left hand, with which you fuck me forcefully and deliberately. Wave after wave of orgasm crashes through me as the thunder rolls through the sky overhead. You gradually ease back and I open my eyes to learn why. You guide me to the mostly-dry, leaf-covered ground under the huge tree. There's just room to kneel or sit. You lay me down gently and I succumb to your control. |