Rain Goddess

Richmond, Virginia
Saturday Afternoon

Step Two of his plan had been to get Deborah out of the apartment for a few hours this afternoon. His sister took care of that with news of a sale at Bath & Body Works.

Step Three was his conning the salesman at the Nissan dealership, making him think that he was really interested in buying a gas guzzling full-sized pickup truck. When he’d acted like he had a change of heart at the last minute after gushing over the truck the dealer did just as he’d hoped – offered to let him test drive it over the weekend. So now he was driving off the lot this Saturday afternoon in a brand new Titan king cab model with the eight-foot long bed.

Step One had been the step most out of his control. For that he’d had to hope the weather man knew what he was talking about when he’d forecasted summer rain showers over the entire weekend.
So far so good. The rain came down in a steady mist as he drove the pickup to the sporting goods store to complete Step Four.

The item he purchased at the store was self-contained and simple to set up. The only tricky part was to get it done before Deborah got home and hope she wouldn’t notice it until it was time to reveal the surprise he had planned.

But he couldn’t hide the truck. That evening she started to ask what the deal was when they left the apartment to go to the movies and he led her to the brand new pickup instead of his car. But then something must have clicked in her memory. She must have recalled a discussion they’d had months ago, about something they wanted to do one day. So instead of questioning him about the truck she smiled as he helped her up into the vehicle’s cab.

Deborah didn’t notice the item he’d purchased from the sporting goods store or the items he’d placed on the floor in the rear passenger area. She was too busy smiling.

She was still smiling when he climbed behind the wheel.

“Are we really going to the movies?” she asked.

“Yes we are,” he said.

“And then what?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll see.” He tried not to smile as he answered, but it was hard.

It was raining a little harder too. The mist had turned into a light drizzle.

Perfect.

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They sat in the back row of the theater and spent more time kissing and touching each other than watching the movie. That was part of his plan too. He wanted her nice and hot when they got back in the truck. It worked. Fortunately the noise of the movie masked her sighs and moans.

It was dark out when the left the theater. As they walked through the parking lot Deborah stuck her hand out from under the umbrella.

“The rain feels warm,” she said. She watched him closely, looking for some sign…a confirmation of his intent.

Yeah, she had a pretty good idea what was up. He tried to look nonchalant as he answered, “Yeah, it does.”

Perfect.

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The park was just a few blocks away from the apartment. It was mostly trees, walking trails and a scattering of picnic tables and grills. Because it was night and raining the parking area was deserted. He parked in a corner of the lot away from view of the park entry. That way they could see the headlights and hear an approaching vehicle long before a driver knew they were there. He didn’t care about civilians seeing them, but you never knew how a cop might view things.

He killed the truck’s engine and looked over at Deborah. Her sexy bedroom eyes shone at him in the darkness.

The rain was an aphrodisiac for her. Many of her fantasies involved making love to the sound of rain, or making love in the rain. Tonight he intended to fulfill both those fantasies for her, if she was willing and brave enough.

Deborah looked over her shoulder through the rear window of the cab. “Do you think it’s going to be comfortable back there?” she asked.

Okay, she was willing and brave.

“I picked up an inflatable mattress this afternoon,” he said. “It’s already blown up and ready to go.”

Now she let out a big sigh. “Wow…Baby…wow…”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…” Another big sigh, but she was smiling. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too, Baby.”

She looked around the park area, apparently verifying that they were really alone. Then she said, “Our clothes are gonna get wet, unless…”

He reached into the back of the cab behind her seat and lifted the items he’d placed there earlier.

He showed them to her…one of her bathing suits…his swim trunks and a couple of large, plush towels.

“We can put on this swim gear to go to the back. That way our clothes don’t get wet. Or, if you’re brave enough…”

Deborah kicked her shoes off and tugged her pullover blouse over her head. He watched as she peeled her skirt off, and started getting out of his clothes as she stripped out of her underwear.

When they were undressed she picked up her bathing suit. She looked around the area again and said, “We can take these with us in case somebody comes.”

He smiled and thought that hopefully the only ones coming would be them. He opened the door and stepped out into the warm summer rain.

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The vision of her lovely nakedness coming to the back of the truck under the night sky hit him with almost physical impact. He loved her body. But he’d never seen her like this, natural in nature. Damn, she was so beautiful!

He lowered the tailgate and helped her up into the truck’s bed. Her nakedness brushed against his, her skin already slicked by the rain. The part of him that always yearned for her throbbed its desire. He climbed in and pulled the tailgate shut.

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Amazing sensations.

The rain against their skin…thousands of drops…each one a tiny caress that set their nerves on edge.

Her lips and her tongue as they kissed.

Her wet nakedness sliding against his.

The sensations of her skin under his fingertips and of her touch on his.

He kissed her tender, rain moistened lips. He licked and sucked the rain from her breasts and nipples. He moved lower, and she opened her long legs and let him taste the rain mingled with her honey…nature’s wetness mixed with her wetness. He tasted her until she shivered and moaned and gave him even more to savor and swallow.

He wanted her. He ached for her…throbbed for her. His desire leaked and flowed from him. More wetness mingled with the rain.

He moved over her, wanting to be inside her wet, silken heat. But before he could fulfill his desire she sat up and pushed him down onto the mattress. Now it was her turn to drink the summer rain from him.

They’d paid strict attention and learned each other’s bodies. She knew exactly what to do…how to touch him…how to stroke him…how to lick him…how to suck him.

And she knew when he was at the peak of his desire, when something had to give. Over and over she took him close to that peak but then backed off, letting nature’s wetness replace the warm wetness of her mouth. Sweet torture.

She knew him, so she knew when the torture was enough. On some occasions she’d take him to the peak and over in her mouth, if she was in that kind of mood or she knew that’s what he wanted. But on this special night in the rain they required the ultimate intimacy. She released him from her mouth and threw one of her long legs over his body.

Sometimes she was on top, riding him, seeking out her internal pleasure points, closing her eyes and moaning or biting her lip at the sweet intensity and bathing him with the gift of her wetness. Other times he was on top, finding those secret spots for her, taking her to the peak and over, making her release in the rain…release on him and for him. He couldn’t get enough of her doing that.

The rain whispered in the leaves. It pattered against the asphalt and against the truck and against their naked skin. The music of the rain intermingled with their sighs and moans, creating a sensual symphony of love. The rain was an aphrodisiac for her. It intensified her pleasure. Her orgasms were his aphrodisiac. Her ecstasy was his pleasure.

After a while he couldn’t tell where the rain ended and their wetness began. It didn’t matter. Tonight they were a part of the rain.

In the end they came together, more wetness in the wetness of the summer night. He held her and kissed her as their sensations faded from liquid fire to the low grade fever they always felt for each other.

He thought they were done. But when he finally removed himself from her sweetness she pushed him back to the mattress, on his back.

“This is too special to end so soon,” she said. And then she took him into her mouth again.

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When they really were done he told her to stay in the truck bed for a moment. He retrieved his camera from the back seat and came back to the rear of the vehicle.

She saw the camera in his hand. “Christopher…” she started to protest.

“Just one, Baby,” he said. “Look that way, toward the trees.”

She allowed him his request and looked toward the trees and he snapped the photo.

He looked at the image on the camera’s display. The flash had illuminated her creamy nakedness as she sat in semi repose. It showed her gazing out into the night with her sexy eyes and her dark hair plastered to her head. Raindrops glistened on her beautiful nakedness.

Perfect.

He smiled at the image, another memory of her captured for his private collection.

He already knew what he’d call this one:

Rain Goddess.


© December 2008
Christopher Bynum
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