One Rainy Night was written as part of the 750-word essay contest, so it was less elaborate than I would have liked to have written but done so to meet the criteria of 750 words.
Here is the rest of the story.
One Rainy Night- Part 2
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee teased my senses as I turned and pulled the sheet over me. Last night was one of the most intense sexual encounters I had known. Joe had made love to me multiple times last night, each one better than the last; I had not had this much sex in the past three years, each time surrendering myself with no regrets or hesitation.
His presence and help changing my flat tire in the rain helped wash away the horrible memories of my recent partner's abrupt departure. I needed this.
Something about him was unique. His body was exceptional; I had never been so attracted to a male's nakedness as his. His soft, warm smile only accentuated his fit body and package. Every inch of him fit me perfectly; he touched places never tapped.
I had only met him yesterday, yet he had been inside me five times in one night. I had to get a handle on this; I was a professional, and conduct like this was not expected.
I climbed out of bed and followed the morning fragrance to the kitchen; standing naked at the door, I watched him break three eggs over the skillet.
"Good morning. I thought I was dreaming when I smelled the coffee."
"Good morning, Dana. Here is your coffee; the eggs will be done shortly."
The monsoon was still going strong. We could not drive anywhere today, but I was content exactly where I was, watching him prepare a meal. This was a total change from my previous relationship, and I enjoyed every minute.
"I never got the chance to ask last night, who is Joe?"
"Oh, I'm just a guy who likes to explore."
"Explore what?"
"Everything, life, people, adventure."
"Here, let's eat breakfast first and enjoy the moment."
"So, besides being a lady in distress on the side of the road and an amazing lover, who is Dana?"
"Uhm, I'm in the legal profession."
Even though we had spent all night together, I still felt apprehensive about my behavior; I never did anything so random as picking up a stranger and inviting him into my bed, but I did, and I loved it.
"Thank you for the eggs; they were cooked perfectly."
"My pleasure. I wanted to apologize for my forward behavior last night; I might have taken advantage of you several times- it is just.... I find your body so irresistible; your breasts are perfect."
"Joe, you were magnificent last night."
"Well, I would have to argue with you; you are the amazing one here; I never had such great sex."
"Joe, believe me, after the day I had yesterday, you were a bright light in an otherwise dark sky, and you did not take advantage of me; you saved me. You have brought out things in me I did not know I was capable of; sex with you was earth-shattering. Whatever our connection is, I want to explore it further."
The look in his eyes told the story. Once in a lifetime, you meet someone unexpected and random; yesterday was one of those days. He stood up, walked over, bent down, and whispered, "Let's go for a walk in the rain."
I gladly jumped up, grabbed his hand, and led him outside, again standing naked in the pouring rain; we soaked in the unusual circumstance we found ourselves participating.
"Oh, I forgot, our clothes are still in my car."
"I don't anticipate needing mine today."
"Your most likely right; they would only get soaked."
The warm raindrops felt invigorating, running down my face, falling off my breasts and dripping between my legs, wicking to my pubic hairs as they journeyed to my feet. I had never felt so happy to be out in a rainstorm. There was something magical about the sensation of the rain pelting my naked skin while his grip cradled my hand.
"Joe, let's walk down to the lake."
Joe's excitement sprung up immediately as we approached the dock. His was the most fantastic penis I had ever known, I was acting juvenile and spoiled, and I wanted it inside me; my professional sanity was somewhere back at the cabin, and I did not care.
I grabbed four life preserver cushions and laid them on the dock floor. Reaching around him, I pressed him onto his back and straddled his hardness. Holding his hands, I plummeted my needy organ to its extent. The rain was torrential; my hair hung in my face, but I did not care. All I cared about was having him inside me again.
I had never felt this way; his fullness excited places inside me that had never been scratched. On my knees, I slowly started squeezing my vaginal muscles, inspecting every inch of him, rising up and down, desperate for his head to pop out so I could recapture it and send it back to rub the impatient tender molecules lodging inside me.
My arousal continued to climb; I was a prisoner to his penis, my brain was absent, and my hormones were in control. Joe grabbed my waist, slowing me down, instructing my moves, and watching my reactions. He knew when the right spot was found; my moans and gyrations followed his every move. Holding me there, he slowly engaged my most sensitive places, teasing me, making sure it was the utmost it could be, and it was.
I had never encountered a man with such an understanding of a female body; he owned mine.
Suddenly, he stopped, stood me up, and moved me against the boathouse wall. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm mouth parting my vagina. Spreading me apart, the most beautiful thing invade me, his tongue. I stood glued to the wall, completely soaked, as his tongue teased my orgasm to the edge of the eruption, only to let it retreat and start over. My body was in a trance; I desperately needed to release.
What is wrong with me? I am in the rain, naked, letting a stranger take me. My educated brain was attempting to prove its worth, losing terribly to his tongue's great stroke.
"Ahhhhh, Joe, please finish me; I'm about to burst."
"I don't think you are ready."
