The rain

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Ashley Smith

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
Henry Beston

It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun.

It was night and it was raining. The rain renewed the city in an amazing way. For days it was raining like a downpour. The streets were filing with lot of water and people were sheltering in their homes. The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city.

The city had some wolf howls. Would they be wolves? People say that the fog affects the behavior of the wolves. I had heard horrible stories of some wolves than attacked people in a place than I cannot remember. So, Why he was in that place so far from the city? How it explained than he returned to this house? He had called by phone and they were waiting for three hours in this house.  It was strange for him.

When he drove, he placed his hand on his crotch and he stroked over his trousers. His cock was erect. Big and erect. Many memories came to his mind. The living room`s smell, the carpets, the color of the walls, she illuminated by the candlelight. It was so perfect. She only she. She wanted him as much as he feared him. It was a strange sentiment for him. Can someone become addicted to a woman ? yeah, I think that.

During those days, he asked that question lot of times. He needed her, but it was so impossible.

He had arrived to her house. He parked near the house. He didn`t dare the other time, but now it did it. He wanted to talk with her and told the craziness history.  Sexy and wild was his history. He went out to his car and he ran to the door. He pulled out the water of his hair. He needn’t to call. It was the same small woman who had done it the other night. Immediately, she opened the door. His presence was so grateful.

She was surprised. She was waiting for him. She told him:
You know the road honey.

He gave her an envelope and she closed the door. After, she disappeared.

He stayed there with clam. He looked the hallway in front of him. This hallway had a nice carpet with pink colors. He took a deep breath. He couldn`t stop and knocked the door. He held the breath while it opened. “A majestic door” He thought with some desperation.

The scent that had so disturbed him the other night, it again invaded his brain. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was already inside the room with the door closed. Had he closed it? He did not know how to say. He looked for her. He turned his head to one side and the other. Nothing. Damn shadows! The fucking room was dark, the walls and the floor were upholstered. No window was visible. It wasn`t very big for the effect of the candles. It was on all sides. Suddenly, He could sense her presence but he still did not see her. He looked her hand firmly on her back. …

He had to keep silent. It was necessary for his labor. He unbuttoned his shirt; he pulled it out and he dropped it at her feet. She took her by the hand and he made her sit on a chair. A wood chair.  Was that chair again? It was a dream? His hands began to sweat. He looked at her. At last he looked at her. He was standing in front of him. She was tall enough, defiant posture, with an attitude of who knows the control of any situation.

She wore a red-short leather dress with a zipper from top to the bottom, from the middle of the breasts to the crotch. What he would have given to tear it out at the same moment…. It would be fantastic. Her hair was long, red-colored. She had bare feet. The legs were strong, very long. She could be a “karateka” without problems. He had beautiful thighs. The curvature of her hips was not very pronounced. A waist that would make anyone mad. She was perfect. She was a god. The breasts were divined soft, neither big or small, the perfect measure to crush them in the hands. She was not pretty, but attractive … so attractive. She was the apple of my eyes.

He stood behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders in order to giving her a small massage on the neck. Only to notice her so close his penis was considerably erect. He undid her trouser button with emotion. A hand slipped inside and played with his balls. She squeezed them and shuddered. His hand wandered between his balls. The penis was pointing to the sky. It could not be stiffer. He began to feel very excited. The smell of sex mingled the room. The hands took the trousers and the slip together, got up a little of the chair and made them fall below the knees. The Knees were very open. One hand was massaging the back of his neck and the other beneath his balls. They were driving him crazy. He was dying to take her hands and make them squeeze his penis, make him see what state he was putting, but he knew she would not let him … He did not know how long it would be like this, watching what those hands were doing . She felt her breath on the back of her neck, so cold it almost burned. I licked him from behind the ears. He was reinventing her ear with his pointy tongue. Inside … outside … I could feel her breathing inside her … At last her hand began to do a perfect masturbation … rhythmically … joy … pleasure … the hand moved wisely, making short stops to continue the jolts accelerating and then maintaining the same rhythm. Knees very open.

When he noticed that he was cum, he stopped suddenly. He slid one leg over her shoulder, then the other, and pulling her head down, sat on the back of her neck. The dress was short enough and the maneuver sufficiently abrupt enough for him to notice her crotch … He was wearing no underwear. Her pussy was wet. He was very close to an orgasm. He rubbed the tips of his toes in his groin as he rubbed the back of his neck. He got so horny that his balls hurt badly. She pressed her feet against his thighs, against his English, moved them but avoided touching what he most wanted to touch him. He went on, scrubbing the sex against her nape, wetting her with her juices, pinching her nipples, pressing his pelvis, massaging his balls. He would grab the chair … not even notice his weight compressing his neck … In an act of pure contortionist, he turned on He sitting on his penis and hugging him with his legs, chair included. Now if she felt her weight, it hurt her sitting there … she thought she would explode. With so much maneuver the dress had risen hips up leaving its precious triangle exposed with small but thick lips and open, covered by a slight hairiness like the fuzz and a pink clitoris that peeped hooded and wet. He would have liked to have that little meat in the basin of his hand. He could not resist any longer and made the gesture (only the gesture) of reaching out with the intention of passing a finger through that indifferent smile. She jerked him away. He knew he would take it as a provocation and pay the consequences, but he tried again. He rose abruptly with a rapid spread of legs, took one arm and badly shot him on the bed. He reached under the mattress and pulled out a red ribbon. He got nervous. He lifted his hand over her head and tied it to one end of the tape. He took her other hand … but he was not amused and tried to resist. She caught his face and stared at his eyes so severely that it was blood. Was afraid. Fear made him more excited than he was. He finished tying his hands and then tied the other end of the tape to the wooden bars at the head of the bed, leaving enough room for him to turn if it pleased him. His rounded nails ran down his chest less and less gently than the previous one. He opened his legs. He turned and fell to his knees, turning his back on her. I could see the hair falling down her back, the curve of her waist, her ass so perfectly wrapped in that black dress … The impulse to touch it was irresistible, the impossibility of making it unbearable … She backed kneeling her ass close to his face and stretched On top of him, legs spread at the sides of that anxious and impatient body, her cheek on his pelvis, noticing the rigidity of the erect penis. The sex of her touching his chin.