Sex In The Rain

It was pouring rain, and I was in a better mood than I had been in weeks. I love the rain, I always have; I love the sound of it, the way it cleanses the world around me and I especially love being out in it as it tapped all across my body as if I was in the world’s largest shower. I was smiling as I walked home, allowing the water to soak through my clothing, and thoroughly enjoying the feeling as my shirt and skirt begin to cling to my body. I was lost in my own happy world, not a care in the world when a soft voice surprised me out of my self-induced trance.

“Excuse me, Miss?” the voice said a second time, knowing I had completely missed it on your first attempt. I looked around, a slightly dazed look on my face until I saw a pair of eyes looking at me from above a barely rolled down car window parked at the curb. Something about those eyes, they grabbed and held my attention. I stopped in my tracks and just stared. She spoke again, asking if I know where the Holiday Inn on Devonshire Street was, and for a moment I completely lost my voice; I was mesmerized by the stunning eyes that reduced my world to only them.

A moment later I watched as the car window rolled down a little more and I now saw a stunningly beautiful woman that went with those eyes, and that the smile she flashed me was even more breathtaking than the eyes that first drew me in. I stood on the sidewalk, lost in the features of your face as the rain falling on me was completely forgotten.

Her smile never falteres as she asked me if I could show you where the hotel she are looking for was located, and offered me a ride home if I did. Even though I was loving the walk I was having in the rain, I immediately decided to give that up for the chance to spend another moment of time in the encompassing world of her eyes and her warm, comforting smile. I nodded and she gestured with her chin as she leaned across the car to unlock the passenger side door. A moment later I found myself climbing in and sitting down across from her.

Once inside her car I suddenly became self-conscious, through the rain beaded windows of her car I wasn’t aware of how truly beautiful she was, and now I found myself unable to look away from those piercing eyes. I could feel my face go flush with blood and I somehow managed to eventually tear my eyes away and look down at my hands after an agonizing long silent moment.

“Hello” she said in a velvety voice just above a whisper. “I’m Patsy.”

She offered her hand, and I took it, feeling a sudden electric shock as our fingers touched. I bit my lower lip in a moment of nervousness and croaked through a suddenly parched dry throat: “I’m Ellen and I’m to meet you.”

“So, Ellen” she asked, breaking another long moment of silence as her hand finally allowed mine to fall free. “Where were you headed in this downpour?”

I looked up again and I saw that she was smiling warmly. I could not help but return your smile, something in that smile told me I was safe and almost immediately I felt my body relax just a tiny bit.

“Walking home from school” I replied, kicking myself mentally as soon as the words exit my mouth for giving an answer that showed my immaturity.
I saw no reaction from Patsy one way or the other, just that beaming warm smile that seemed to mentally caress me and melt away my nervousness.

“Ellen, you are quite stunning,”

I heard her whisper after another moment of hearing only the sounds of the rain softly tapping on the roof of her car. The pattering of the raindrops mixed with my own quickened heartbeat in my ears, and again I began to blush. I looked back down to my hands which were now folded in my lap.

“I’ll bet all the boys at school are after you” she whispered.

I let a nervous giggle escape me and quickly looked out the passenger side window because I didn’t know how to respond to her statement. I was flattered, completely taken by surprise actually; I never had another female tell me they thought I was pretty, and especially not a complete stranger as beautiful as Patsy. She sensed my nervousness but decided to press on and take a chance. She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and softly placed it on the bare, rain wet skin of my thigh above my left knee. She gently gave it a loving squeeze before she began to slide her fingers back and forth smoothly over my thigh in small semi-circles.

Her touch surprised me, and I gasped; I felt an immediate spark of electricity race through me from your fingertips and I quickly looked from the window to your hand, then I tilted my head up a little to look back into your eyes.

Patsy was still smiling. That incredibly immobilizing warm smile completely disarmed me. Even though a stranger – and a woman at that -- was touching me for the very first time in my life I still felt my control melting away willingly. The electric touch of her fingertips on my skin caused goosebumps to appear on my flesh, and I felt that familiar tightness in my lower tummy. I was suddenly aware that my nipples had become stiff and protruded through the dampness of the rain-soaked tee shirt I was wearing. This has all taken place in a matter of seconds, simply from her first touch. Before she allowed me time enough to think she continued her distracting erotic monologue, knowing it would take my mind off what her fingers were doing on my thigh.

“What about girlfriends, Ellen?” Patsy whispered.

She knew her surprising question would momentarily distract me from realizing that she had now moved her hand higher and was now softly caressing the bare, untouched skin of my inner thigh just above the hem of my short skirt.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Ellen?”

Patsy asked in a soft, sexy whispering voice just slightly louder than the sound of the raindrops, as the painted nail on the tip of her thumb slipped effortlessly higher on my inner thigh and found its way under the bottom of my skirt. Her finger was always in motion, tracing electric circles over the still damp skin of my thigh. I felt the blood rush to my face in a blush. Again, I was unable to answer her, not out of embarrassment of her question, but rather simply because now my entire world was focused on the feeling her soft, nimble fingers on my inner thigh was causing throughout my entire body. I was aware that my nipples had grown painfully hard and were plainly visible through the material of my shirt. I felt the tightness in my abdomen that was so personally familiar from my own solo sexual experiences. As her thumb’s caresses slipped ever higher on the bare white skin of my inner thigh, I also become aware that there was now a different feeling of dampness in the crotch of my cotton panties. It was longer only cool from the rain and outside air but was now dampened with my own pussy juices.

“No girlfriends?” Patsy asked in an even thicker, throatier and ultra-sexy whisper.

I could do nothing more than let a small moan escape as her thumb made its first gentle connection with my now swollen pussy lips and the damp cotton of my underwear. Patsy leaned towards me from her seat and as she did her fingers joined her thumb at my crotch. Her fingers now began to trace my slit from bottom to top and began to apply pressure on my now throbbing clit. Patsy’s face was now next to mine; our cheeks touched, and I felt the heat of her skin against mine and her hot breath on my ear as my thighs willingly parted for her without hesitation.

I felt the tip of her tongue, wet and hot as she playfully licked at my earlobe before sucking it seductively into her warm mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned again, louder this time.

“I’ll bet you want a girlfriend” Patsy whispered hotly into my now wet ear.

Her erotic whisper sent a charge straight to my pussy and I swallowed hard as I quickly nodded in agreement. My response must have fueled her lust, as her fingers applied even more pressure against my crotch. Her fingers now began to push the cotton of my panties deeper inside my pussy and I could now feel the nail of her thumb flicking quickly back and forth across my clit. Patsy began kissing a trail from my ear down to my jaw line, leaving warm wet traces on my skin as she inched closer to my lips, speaking in that same seductive whisper between each kiss as she did.

“I’ll bet you’ve been dying to have another woman kiss you” Patsy panted. I could feel her hot breath on my skin just below my ear and then she kissed the same spot.

“I’ll bet it makes you wet just to think about it, doesn’t it?” Patsy whispered again.

Her kisses now began to move across my face. I now realized that my body was on erotic fire; my periodic moans of lust became a chorus with each word and each touch of her warm lips on my skin. My attention was completely on her kisses. I didn’t even realize her fingers had manipulated the leg band of my panties and her hand had slipped inside them and began to touch my bare pussy. I let out a deep, soft gasp I felt her finger slip between my pussy lips and began a rhythmic fingering in and out into my now drenched pussy.

I was beyond words now, beyond conscious thought; pure animal adrenaline consumed me as my erotic side screamed for her touch. My back arched in the seat to allow her finger to slip deeper into my pussy. I was continuously moaning in an almost desperate cry as Patsy inched me closer to her ultimate goal – my orgasm. Low, guttural sounds escaped from my throat as her finger buried itself deeper into my pulsing pussy. I felt my muscles contort and squeeze around her finger, sucking it deeper inside and felt my pussy spasm as Patsy finger-fucked me. She felt this as well and her breathing became more erratic, her kisses were now quicker along my jaw towards the parted lips of my waiting mouth. She posed one final question between the last kiss on the corner of my mouth and when you finally press your hot lips against mine.

“Would you like me to be your girlfriend, Ellen?” she asked in your husky whisper.

Then her hot lips pressed onto mine, she immediately found my waiting tongue with your own and she sucked my tongue expertly into her mouth. I cried out into your mouth as the first wave of my orgasm began to rock my body. I quickly squeezed my thighs closed on her hand to keep her fingers deep inside of me.

Patsy rode my waves with me, no longer fucking me with her fingers but now just allowing them to stay motionless as my pussy gripped and squeezed around them, coating them with my come. Patsy broke the airtight seal of our kiss to allow my short, quick breaths to escape. But she continued to lick at my tongue and at the corners of my mouth. Wave after wave of my climax rolled through me and my entire body shuddered before becoming completely limp. Finally, I sagged into the contours of the bucket seat. When I eventually felt Patsy’s fingers slip out of me and then out from my cotton panties, I suddenly felt a complete emptiness within me. I opened my eyes to see her smile; that warm, safe comforting smile that seduced me to begin with. Our eyes met and locked; there was a long silent moment that words would only lessen. Her eyes told me that she completely understood everything that I was feeling, and her continued smile assured me that we had just shared a beautiful experience. I let out a soft sigh and Patsy helped me to sit back up straight again in my seat. We both noticed together that the rain has now tapered off. As Patsy turned the key in the ignition and started her car, she turned to look at me again, always smiling, and whispered one last question.

“Ellen,” she whispered softly, “may I take you to my hotel room and make you my girlfriend?”