It began with a simple phone call; your voice, telling me to be ready by six. Simple enough: a bath, some careful pawing through my closet, and by 5:45 I was waiting for you. Perfectly punctual, the clock changed to 6 and you were there.
A house on the beach was our destination. In shades of steel and white and blue, it seemed to blend with the overcast and stormy sky. Only its angles and reflecting glass made it stand out against the gently rolling skies. The crashing of the waves against the pristine ivory shore offered a peaceful backdrop as the sheer drapes billowed on the fragrant breeze.
There were no words between us, just the quiet surety of silent exchange as we made our way out of the house through elegantly tall glass doors. Silvery, gray-white seemed to be the theme as my dress flowed in the breeze, while barefoot we strolled along the beach, hand-in-hand. Thunder rolled in the distance and soon, the rain began to fall.
Your hands were warm in contrast to the cool rain as your fingers brushed the drops off of my bare shoulders, then slid down my arms. Before I knew it, your mouth was on mine, our arms around each other, so warm in the cool rain that we might have been steaming.
A turn of your head stole the warm flavor of your mouth from me, only to trail a long line of hot kisses along my neck. Back up my arms your hands moved, and at my smooth shoulders your fingers curled under the straps of my dress, and pulled them down. A sharp rush of pain drew a longing whimper from my lips as your teeth sank into my left shoulder, and your arms moved to hold me tightly as my knees buckled.
I buried my face in the side of your neck, my fingers clutching tightly at your back, whimpering and cooing incoherently into your skin. Slowly, carefully we sank onto the beach, and you laid me on my back.
Gently, you peeled the top of my dress down to my waist. For a long moment, you simply watched as the rain dampened my skin, the droplets running in gentle rivulets down the slopes of my round, creamy tits. A shudder coursed through my body as once more the warmth of your touch drove the chill from my rain-soaked skin. Your fingers ran up my sides, tickling softly before your hands curled to cup over the soft, pink-tipped mounds laid bare before you.
"Perfect," you murmured gently as your hands squeezed tight at each. It was enough to draw another sound from me, a low moan of pleasure muffled and indistinct as you leaned down and kissed me again.
I could feel myself -- caught up in the moment -- arch up against you, pressing the soft curves of my body tightly against you as you lay gently along the length of me. My hands moved from around you and grabbed the damp, clinging fabric of my dress and pushed it down over my hips and eventually off, leaving me naked and wet against you as the soft sand conformed to my back.
Once more your hands slid down my arms, leaving my palm-warmed tits crushed against your chest, heaving with the quickened pace of my breath. With deliberate movement, you guided my arms up, over my head. There, you caught them, pinned me with one hand by my wrists.
Your mouth tore free from mine and breathlessly I peered up at you as your free hand moved over my hip and down my thigh, then back up along the inside. Quivering at the gentle tickle of your fingers gliding over my rain-wet skin, my legs spread to make room for you to settle between them as your fingers brushed lightly against my smooth, warm pussy.
