Perfect Storm

After a harsh winter, the first week of truly springlike weather was irresistible. We drove to a local park to take a walk around the lake, but even without the scenery, being out in warm sun and gentle breezes would have been a sufficient treat.

On the way, the sunny sky clouded over, but we hardly noticed. As usual in light traffic, I had one hand on the wheel while the other toyed with her pussy. Moaning is my favorite music.

We parked and headed for the paved path that winds around the lake. The first drops of rain fell when we were a quarter of the way around. We were both surprised: the morning forecast was for sun. We kept walking, hand in hand. My mother used to say, “You aren’t made of sugar and you won’t melt.” But everyone else in the park was hurrying toward their cars.

By the half-way point, the rain had become a downpour, the skies were dark, and the wind had picked up. Going back would be just as far as going on, so we continued. Her sundress, thoroughly soaked, clung to her body like a coat of paint. She wore nothing beneath.

The first bright flash of lightning stopped us in our tracks, and we counted seconds until thunder rolled. Five miles or so away.

In a deserted park, in a thunderstorm, we looked at each other in perfect understanding. We had imagined the scene countless times.

I looked around for a good spot. A rocky formation about fifty yards off the path looked ideal. Holding hands, we ran toward it, laughing in the storm.

Behind the rocks, away from the path, she sank to her knees, heedless of the wet ground, and tugged my pants down. With all the eagerness of a fantasy realized, she began to suck.

Lightning flashed, brighter now, and thunder roared, closer.

Rain washed her face. Her eyes remained upturned, looking at me and conveying love, lust, worship, gratitude, and hunger. Hunger for praise, hunger for cum. She put her hands on my ass and plunged my cock deep into her throat, again and again. The tears that filled her eyes from choking were indistinguishable from the steady rivulets of rain.

The excitement of fantasy-come-true had its effect on me as well. When the moment came, I pulled myself out of her throat, past her busy tongue, and aimed for her face.

Liquid praise erupted, splashing and spraying on her beautiful face. She raised both hands and scrubbed it into her skin, mixing in the raindrops. She scooped some into her mouth, and smiled with delight.

I helped her up. I took a careful look around the park, confirming that we had it to ourselves. I told her so, and she peeled her sodden sundress off. I fished a leash from my pocket and clipped it to her collar.

We completed our circuit of the park as the storm raged, coming within a couple of miles. Rain cascaded from her erect nipples like miniature waterfalls. The lightning, mirrored in her eyes, made her sapphire irises sparkle like gems.

When we got back to the car, I started it, turned on the heated seats, and cranked up the thermostat. She fingered her pussy, and in only moments was begging me with her eyes.

“Cum,” I said, so of course she did.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I put the car in gear, and we headed home.

One more check mark on our list.

— Frenulum