Passion Rain...  

ltjo2xd 59M
86 posts
6/21/2005 12:28 pm

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Passion Rain...

Passion Rain…

That evening in the summer of 1978 was like many others. A group of us would regularly find our way to the park pavilion as we rocked the night away. We were never sure where everyone would come from, but they always showed up. The beer and wine was abundant and the occasional joint would make its rounds from one person to another. It was not uncommon that most, if not all, of the world’s problems cleared up on any given night…at least the ones that we were aware of.

A summer storm was moving in and some of us were watching the large droplets of rain begin to bounce off the pond like marbles hitting the pavement. You could hear them ping off the metal roof of the pavilion and watch them create small craters as they hit the water. As the rain became steadier the steam began to rise from the warmth trapped in the pavement, the earth and the surface of the pond; the heat that had been inserted from sun that had been glaring down on it all day. It was almost as if you could hear the surfaces sighing in relief; expelling the fog and waking up to a new night. The sun was setting and the picturesque view reminded me of some long ago time…as if waiting for adventurers to emerge from the woods exploring some undisturbed place.

The trance was broken when Ryan exclaimed that two police cruisers were approaching the parking area; apparently to undo the evil mischief that we unfolded. Being nineteen my flight response kicked in and I headed out into the rain toward the woods. As I passed you it appeared that you were unsure of what to do, so I took you by the hand and we ran as fast as we could to the edge of the tree canopy and then continued on. I remember we tripped on that log and quickly stood up to see if we were still in one piece. We were and we continued running for what felt like five more minutes.

I remember stopping under a large oak tree just short of Old Creek Road; panting for our breath and beginning to laugh as we realized how ridiculous we must have been. It was in that moment that I realized how beautiful you were. Leaning up against that tree as the rain drops tried to find their way to the floor of the woods; you were glittering with the wetness of the rain; your eyes were bright and deep; your breasts heaving up and down as you brought oxygen into your parched body; your face glowing and your nipples firm and erect, pushing through your top. Our hands were still together as you stared into my eyes and pulled me closer to you; my chest strong and hard slipping up against you. You kissed me, more passionately then I have ever been kissed before.

As we pulled each other closer my pants found their way to my ankles along with yours. I remember vividly as our bodies became as close as any two can be and in our passion we literally tried to become one. The contrast of my hardness to the softness of both your insides and out was mesmerizing. The warmth from our bodies turning into heat; your legs and arms wrapped me; the steam wafting along our sides. It seemed the only thing keeping us from melting into one was the thin shield of oil and water that oozed from our bodies. We slid effortlessly against each other and moved in unison as we fulfilled our primal desires; deep inside of you; your tongue in my mouth; holding onto you with abandon, never wanting to let you go.

The voices coming from our mouths didn’t sound like ours; we were grunting and sighing, whispering indistinguishable noises and crying out. It was animalistic, powerful and passionate…giving each other everything we had to give. I can still hear the sounds of you in my head as we climaxed in each others arms; holding on tight as our bodies trembled, slipping and sliding, trying to extract every ounce of joy possible.

Still inside of you I laid you down on the earth and we caught our breath; gently kissing, touching and regaining some sense of where we were and what we were doing. The storm was passing and the half moon started to peek out occasionally from behind the drifting clouds; just enough to find our way back. You were radiant and satisfied as we walked from the woods; I was strong and tall with the confidence of the adventurers that I had envisioned emerging from the woods as we came upon the clearing.

Still holding your hand I pulled you back toward me and embraced you; kissing you deeply and longingly. Your face in my hands still wet from the rain and the moon glow reflecting off of your cheeks. You were beautiful beyond belief.

We didn’t get each others names that night…in fact not a word was spoken; but the passion we shared still lies deep within the woods near Old Creek Road.


shahofwichita 39M
19 posts
6/21/2005 1:06 pm

so do you like poeple to see you


ltjo2xd 59M

6/21/2005 6:44 pm

S -

I do; but I believe you're the wrong gender from my end. If I ever change my mind I'll let you know.


great_lady2 37F
8 posts
6/28/2005 3:43 pm

I'm the right gender lmao... Great story, just what I needed for the day....


ltjo2xd 59M

6/30/2005 8:19 am

GL -

Glad you enjoyed. And, yes, you are the right gender...thanks for noticing.


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