.....It was tipping down with rain, big heavy drops that soaked them to the skin. It was fresh in their faces as they ran. The meal they had eaten had been brief and light, they had both been preoccupied, knowing what was going to happen when they got back.....
They slipped into each other at the door and he cursed as he dropped the keys and fumbled with the lock. As soon as the door was open they pushed into his apartment then stopped suddenly. They stood slightly apart, breathing heavily, arms at their sides. The evening had been building up to this and now that it had arrived they were both nervous.
The feeling soon passed, replaced by longing and they moved together kissing each other deeply and wrapping their arms around each other. The kiss seemed to last forever, their tongues flicking into each other's mouths, their wet clothes wrinkled and awkward between them. He loved the feel of her body pressed against him and could feel that she was straining up to kiss him, probably standing on her tip toes. She knew that he was excited and could feel him growing hard as they squeezed their bodies together.
He squeezed her firm ass, loving the touch of her beneath her wet clothes. He had been dying to touch her, to feel her body and hold her in his arms for so long now. He raised his hands to her shoulders and pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. She pushed him away from her and gasped, "not here".
He grabbed her hand and they ran up the stairs together, he turned to her and she pushed her body into his as he backed through the bedroom door. He kept moving backwards and she pushed him to sit on the bed. She stood in front of him, his hands on her hips. She could see he was looking her up and down, seeing her figure beneath her wet dress. She leaned forwards and undid the buttons of his shirt, he put his arms back and she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms.
He squeezed her hips and pulled at her dress. She stood and undid the short zip at her back and the dress slid down her body. He pulled her to him and lay back on the bed, her body on his. One of his hands running up and down her bare back, the other tracing the line of her thong. She splayed her hands on his chest and kissed his neck and shoulders. She enjoyed the feel of their skin together and slowly pushed her hands between them to undo his trousers. She slid a hand beneath and smiled when she found he wasn't wearing any underwear.
He rubbed a hand down her arm and felt goose bumps, she was shivering on him, cold from the rain. He always folded his duvet onto the other half of the bed and he reached across and pulled it over them. She put a knee either side of him and pushed herself down the bed to pull down his trousers. She threw them out from under the covers and moved forward, brushing a hand along his shaft to find out how hard he was as she lay her body on his.
His arms were round her and his hands squeezing her as soon as she was within reach, he kissed her deeply as she squeezed his shoulders.
Her hands went to his hair as he kissed the side of her face, the top of her neck then her shoulders, loving the smell of her. He slid his hands down her sides to squeeze her ass again. She giggled, knowing how much he loved that part of her body.
She raised her hips and put a knee down either side of him. As she slowly moved her body down onto him again he put a hand into either side of her thong and held his hands steady so that her thong slid down her legs as she moved forward. He squeezed her inner thigh and hip and as she squirmed he rolled over so that the covers wrapped snugly around them and he now lay on her.
