Hi, this is the last chapter in this series. Thanks very much for reading me, and please vote and comment. I am currently working on another story that i hope to be out soon. Enjoy!
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I walked for what seemed like hours, milling here and there, with no idea about where Tom might be. I walked through the village, down the high street, hoping to see him outside somewhere. Walking through the park it began to rain. I thought to myself to give up, no-one would be out in the rain. At least I had given myself time to think things through.
I knew what I wanted now. I knew who I wanted. And I knew what I had to do in order to get what I wanted.
Leaving the park that's when I saw him, stood over the other side of the playing field. At first I didn't recognise him with the rain being so heavy. I could barely see two foot in-front of me clearly, there was just a blurry figure at the other side of the field. I stopped walking. Standing still I could feel the warm rain trickling down my cheeks, I focussed upon the figure finding the similarities to prove it was Tom.
I could see he was just as wet as I was. His hair was stuck down onto his forehead. His brow creased slightly as he continued to look my way. He made a step towards me, giving me a signal to make my move. Before I even had time to think properly, I was running towards him, my skirt trying to flap in the wind but sticking to my sodden skin.
When I reached him I flung myself on him. My arms went around his neck, my legs around his waist, my lips upon his, kissing him passionately in the soaking wet rain.
He held me, his hands roaming down my back, sticking to my wet clothing. We continued to kiss and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. It was a wet kiss and he sucked on my tongue, continually caressing my lips. Neither of us made any effort to move into shelter.
Somehow he managed to walk us. He moved in circles, going in one direction before moving in the next. He kept walking until I felt something solid behind me, a wall. He put me down, keeping my back pushed against the wall, never once breaking the kiss. His hands came up to my face holding me to his mouth, his kisses becoming more urgent.
I pushed him away slightly, seeing him look up into my eyes as the kiss was broken. I stared at him, seeing his clothing sticking to the lines of his body, showing off the bulge in his trousers. I pulled him back towards me, moving my hands down to his jeans and undoing the button, before unzipping him.
I reached into his drenched jeans pulling out his hard shaft. Tom continued to watch my face, his eyes soon moved down as he saw me hitching my skirt up. He opened his mouth to say something to me but I muffled it with my mouth bringing him back towards me, kissing him deeply again. He pressed against me, his body leaning on me.
I wrapped one leg up again around his waist and moved my hand between our bodies moving my sopping wet panties to the side. He looked deep into my eyes, searching for some sort of reaction.
"Are you sure you want this babe?" He asked me softly.
"Just shut up and do it," I spoke. I felt his hands come onto my hips lifting me up, pushing me harder against the wall. While he tried to adjust our position I stared at his face. It was soaked, his hair dripping, rain drops dripping off his nose, his ears, his mouth, making him a new, different type of handsome.
I felt his length begin to push at the opening of my pussy. Both his hands were on my hips, controlling the speed at which he moved into me. I felt stretched around his length. It was the first time I had been with anyone since the rape, and I needed it.
I felt my body reacting, trying to have his cock deeper inside of me. He reacted to my actions, dropping me down, letting my body take in all of his length. He held me still for a second.
"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He spoke again softly breathing in my ear.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you talked too much? Now shut up and fuck me!" He carefully started lifting my soaking body up before slowly moving me back down. My hands came down resting on his shoulders, helping him with my weight as I continued to rise and fall on his length.
One of Tom's hands came off my waist, moving between my thighs he placed a finger on my clit, rolling it. I felt my climax approaching fast. His continuous thrusting and his invasion on my clit was bringing me close to the edge.
"Oh Tom," I cried out, thrusting against him harder.
Here I was in the soaking rain, fucking for all I was worth. This man I hated, I hated his father, I hated him. I had sworn to myself, never again was I to let a man touch me, yet here I was. I could feel his cock inside of me, stretching me to meet the length of it.
I looked down at his face, his eyes staring deep into mine. The water still dripping off him, his shirt tight to him, it was truly an erotic sight. I felt my orgasm coming now. I looked into his eyes once more before throwing my head back, screaming with pleasure as wave over wave of pleasure hit me.
I was just coming down from my orgasm, he was still pumping away at me, his eyes still fixed on mine. I then felt his cock get bigger inside of me and knew he was ready. He carried on pinching and rolling my clit and I felt my next orgasm coming.
