Pounded By The Rain
By: Guy New York
Tags: Cheating, Sex, Romance, Fiction, Erotica

The rain pounded the roof of the car as we sat in silence.

Each time I glanced at her I wanted her more, but there was nothing to be done. It had been three years since we saw one another, but she had spent plenty of time in my daydreams for it feel like yesterday.

She turned on the big bench seat and lifted one stocking foot, tucking it under her other knee. It was an open gesture, one which raised her dress, refocused her body, and looked like an invitation.

“I didn’t think this would be so awkward,” I said.

“What the hell is wrong with us? We used to see each other every day and it was never like this.

“Things change I guess. Maybe we’re just older and more boring. Or maybe it’s the people at home waiting for us.”

“He’s not worried about me.”

I shook my head, wondering how we had gotten there. Seeing each other again brought back all that want, lust, and need that we never satisfied when we had the chance. And now we were parked in the rain barely able to talk. But the slope of her neck and the hint of collarbone under her dress made me want to devour her.

“You look incredible,” I said, turning to face her. “Shit, I’m trying to be good, but I’ve fucking missed you. And none of it feels fair.”

“Timing was never our forte. But I was serious before. He’s not worried about me.”

“Should he be?” I asked.

She leaned back and smiled, her knee falling to one side giving me a view of her leg all the way up to her thigh. Toying with the hem of her dress she shook her head back and forth and looked down.

“I want to be stupid,” I said, leaning against the seat and running my hands through my hair. “Really stupid.”

It felt like an hour that we sat there, the tension growing more palpable with each second. If I turned back, I wasn’t sure I could keep myself from her and I had no idea if she was with me. All I knew for sure was that it would not stop with a kiss. We had already held back too many times, our younger selves somehow better at restraint.

“I can be stupid,” she said, he voice a whisper. When I looked up, I saw the old familiar sparkle in her eye. Her lip curled, her face blushed, and her mouth opened. Ever so slowly, she raised her knee higher, until it was perfectly clear that she wore nothing under the dress.

I didn’t think as I fell upon her.

She grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss even as she slid beneath me. Our mouths were voracious as we attached one another, and as I lifted her dress she deftly undid my jeans. Less than ten seconds later she had me in hand. Her dress was open, the buttons down the front all gone as I looked at her naked body for the first time in my life. She worked her hand up and down my length with more speed and tenderness until I was so hard I nearly fainted.

“Are you sure?” I asked, kissing down her neck as I lifted one leg up. Our bodies were tight. Intertwined. Skin against skin as we held ourselves still.

“Fuck me,” she growled, biting my lip as I pulled her to me. Our hands met at our junction and one of us managed to find the right position because seconds later I was within her and my eyes opened wide in surprise. We stared at one another, laughter and delight mixed in with the lust and want that filled us. Both of us looked down to see me buried inside her.

And then she kissed me again as we began to fuck, and everything else left us. There was no thought of him or her. There was no question of guilt, doubt, or risk. There was only the sound of the rain as it pounded on the roof, hiding our sins from God and heaven.

She managed to wrap her legs around me, and our mouths didn’t leave one another. There was no time for filthy words of encouragement and no time for questions. We moved faster and harder, fingers digging into skin as our moans grew ragged and pained.

“So close,” she moaned as I gripped her ass tighter, pushing a finger against her. She nodded frantically as I held her, buried deep within her. When I finally worked inside her, her ass clenching around my finger, she bit my lip and cried out. I fucked her harder, listening to moans of pleasure I had longed to hear forever.

She came without moving. My cock was inside her, my finger too, and she looked into my eyes as she let go, clenching and shivering with incoherent words of release.

I followed moments later, burying my face in her hair as I let myself go, and still, she pulled me tighter, forcing me deeper within her as I came. My entire body came with me, and again and again, I felt the release as she combed my hair and encouraged me with every breath.

When I finally raised myself enough to look into her eyes, her smile was one of surprise and joy. She touched my face and I slide fingers through her thick curls. We kissed, quickly and in spurts, laughing as we breathed.

“Are you okay?” I finally asked, lifting myself up so I could once again stare at her naked form beneath me. She nodded and touched my lips with a finger.

“It was time. In fact, it was long overdue.”

“I haven’t come that hard in ages.”

“I liked it,” she said with a giggle.

I let myself down against her, and she held me tightly as we made ourselves as comfortable as possible on the big bench seat. She was warm and smelled like she had ten years earlier. We didn’t speak for a long time, letting the rain tell us anything we might have forgotten.

A part of me knew at that moment that it would never happen again. We’d never find the time, the daring, or the necessity. It was a moment to savor, as fleeting and elusive as the rain.

So I held her tighter, I loved her harder, and then in one slow and deep breath, I let it all go.