The Rain

He was standing thoughtfully, leaning against a big window which constituted almost the whole wall, looking somewhere between the raindrops. It was a heavy rain and the water had been hitting the glass and the windowsill relentlessly for more than half an hour. The room was quite dark and gloomy, as it was illuminated only with the lights of the city. A cat came to him but, seeing no interest, quickly got back to his favorite place on the bookshelf. Minutes went by; and if the little drops outside were not falling down, one after another, making moving shadows on a creamy-beige walls, it would be a perfectly still picture.

Suddenly the cat jumped gently from a bookshelf and run towards the door which had just opened slowly. A dark figure appeared breathing heavily and making a lot of noise. Some keys fell upon the wooden floor, the door slammed noisily, the cat got under a skirt meowing, and a few round things were dropped and bumped towards the window.
“Cholera… kocie wyłaź!” said the figure, after some seconds of struggling, trying to take the cat out of the bag and to pick up the oranges that had fallen down.
“Hey pretty!” the man walked quickly towards her stepping on one of the oranges, “Oh shit…”
“Don’t scare me! I didn’t expect you here… Why it’s so dark? Kocie, get out of the bag! I was running all the way, through the old town, and the bridge and… Ooohh fuck I bought these oranges especially for you, to make…” he stopped the stream of words kissing her tenderly.
“…to make…” she tried to explain but he kissed her again. She gave up and took a deep breath smelling his perfume. Something inside her stirred.
“We were waiting for our princess,” he said in a flirty voice, taking the cat into his arms.
“Ooh… Prince Charming and his loyal squire, how sweet,” she gave them a big grin, feeling tickles in her stomach as she looked into his brown eyes.
“I see you have enjoyed the rain…” he said with a smile, feeling a little sorry for her.
“Si, la lluvia en Sevilla es una maravilla, huh?… Pero no estamos en Sevilla…”
“You’re crazy,” he laughed and turn on the light in the adjoining kitchen. The cat jumped out of his arms to the table and started to lick his paw, cleaning it from the rest of the orange.
“Quiero un té…”
He looked at her carefully. Now with the light he understood what he had felt before when touching her - she was completely soaked. Her hair were sticked into her pale face and the light green dress showed every detail of her body. Her rather small breast looked almost like the orange she was holding in her hand. Her nipples, hard because of the cold rain, could be seen from a distance.
“I guess I should change.” She was staring at him like mesmerized and forgetting to leave the orange, went with it to the bathroom.
He turned on the electric kettle and was about to find some good tea, when he heard her saying in a low voice
“Have you ever made love during a storm?”
“I thought that you wanted a tea…?” he asked biting his lower lip, as he realized that she was now standing there almost naked. Her blue eyes were half closed. The only things she was wearing at that moment were a strange kind of smile, the smell of the smashed orange and a completely wet, light green thong…

She came closer to him, swaying her hips. Her fingers touched his slightly opened lips and then made a short travel through his body. Down to the chest, she did a zig zag stopping for a while on the nipple, moving then quickly to the belly. Here she made a few circles, still moving her hips to the non-existent music and her fingers quickly went down and finished their trip squeezing his balls. He smiled at her shaking his head and put his hand on her ass pulling her to himself. Words were unnecessary.

She felt an uncontrollable lust, coming from inside so she violently took his head in her hands, drove up to her face and kissed him deeply. She could feel his cock getting bigger, what made her even more wild. She pushed him a little, taking off his t-shirt.
They were necking in the middle of the room, with the view on the crying Prague outside the big window. But the world outside didn’t exist for them at that moment.
She was like hypnotized, could look only at him and feel every movement of his hands. Like his touching her ass, back, neck and tits were the only things that would let her survive. She would beg for it if he’d suddenly stop. But he didn’t.

She licked his ear, then his neck and moved her tongue down his torso as she got to her knees. With her teeth she unbuttoned his jeans and helping herself with her hands she pulled them down, together with briefs. There it was, standing gently in front of her face. She gave it a small kiss and she went more down to deal with the jeans and socks. When she’d finished, she came back; took it gently into her hand, staring at it with love. She giggled as the cat walked between her legs with his tail raised.
“He is jealous!”
“No wonder…” She kissed his cock again. Licked the top, pulling down the skin and finally took it into her mouth.
“Mmmm…” she heard his small moan and smiled to herself. She wanted to make him crazy, to give him the pleasure that any other girl had given him before. She was sure, that one day she would do it and none of them will ever forget it. But that was just the beginning, the rehearsal before the great show. She was pleased thinking about that and started to move her head back and forward while playing with her tongue. He put his hand into her wet hair, pulling her closer and gently pushing away by turns.

She could feel how wet inside she was, not in the least because of the rain… She was desirous of having him inside. Right now. She couldn’t wait any minute; like she could explode if he didn’t finish inside her. So she stood up; and kissing him all the time she moved him back into the sofa. But instead of making him lie, there she got again to her knees, put her body, from the waist up, into the sofa, sticking out her firm bottom with wet thongs.
“Take me from the back…”