Summer, 2007…
The scent of petrichor hung in the air as we set up the tent at a campground in southern Connecticut many years ago. I remember our sex in the rain; no campfire, just a tent that, unbeknownst to us, was badly torn on the roof, and the rain came in on us as we locked bodies and didn’t give a shit…
Once we realized our situation after the rain began to fall, we likened it to having cold shower sex. Or that sex we’ve had after a shower without drying off, and the cold beads of water on our warm, flushed skin cooled our bodies as we fucked.
Our clothes and sleeping bag were wet. So we stripped and once naked, I pulled you to me. The rain fell in droplets or whatever puddled on the roof of the tent and dripped on us.
I could taste the coffee you had had earlier as my tongue went wild in your mouth. Massaging your perfect breasts as we locked lips, you reached down and stroked me. You drew back and commented, “You got a lot of pre cum, baby!” as you rubbed your thumb over my cum hole.
I reciprocated by reaching down and sliding my thumb between your wet folds. As we played with each other, it was dark and we couldn’t lock eyes like we always did in the heat of passion.
But it was chilly and rainy and the wind blew against the tent, and the rain came down on us. I raked my fingers through your wet hair and again, you made another welcomed comment, “The harder we fuck, the warmer we’ll be.”
“Get your ass in doggy,” I said to you.
“Remember, babe, fuck me hard.”
As you were in doggy waiting for me, and I knelt behind you, balls suspended and filled with anticipation, I noticed the rain beading onto your back and your gorgeous ass cheeks. A bead of rainwater ran down one cheek and into the crack of your ass. So, I asked you, “Babe, can I do your ass, please!”
“Oh, you’re doing my mouth, pussy, and ass tonight – I don’t give a fuck about the rain!” you sounded desperate to bet pussy and ass pounded by your man.
Without delaying any longer, I grasped both ass cheeks and parted them, revealing your little, pink asshole now wet with rainwater. With one hand I guided myself into you. And I thrusted, just how you liked as you moaned loudly. And as I ass pounded you, I reached around to play with the bulb of your clit while I kissed and ran my tongue up your wet backside.
Then the thunder came. Not your thunderous moans but drumming from the skies and flashes of lightning lit up the inside of the tent.
I remember cumming quickly in your tight asshole. And as I pulled out after filling your ass, I had you lie down stationary. This time the beads of rainwater accumulated on your spread legs, pierced tummy, beautiful tits, and smiling face.
I drove myself into you and you moaned like thunder. Maybe even saw a flash behind your eyelids?
Again, I came with whatever was left in my balls and had filled both your ass and pussy. Save for your mouth, which I chose to slide my tongue into rather. Ending with us cuddling in the rain, madly in love that summer.
I miss you, Rose.
