It's raining outside as I step out of my car and close the door behind me. I walk leisurely to your door getting drenched. Ringing the doorbell... You come to answer not expecting anyone least of all me. You jerk open the door and stand there in your favorite black t-shirt and a pair of work out pants, just staring at me, completely soaked from head to toe. Your eyes looking me over, my long hair sopping wet around my shoulders, my black flip flops showing my brightly painted toes, my wet jean shorts hanging pale blue t-shirt that is entirely saturated you can make out the lace on my bra. Your eyes drift back up to my face. My eyes staring back at you with such longing.
You reach out, as I stagger closer to you. Your arms embrace me with unspoken words. Clutching me securely, you begin stroking my hair. I softly thrust my body against yours letting you know I have a massive need and that only you can satisfy. Moments later you break our embrace, taking me by the hand you lead me inside, closing the massive door behind us, up the stairs and into your bedroom. You guide me to sit on a chest at the foot of your bed. Your great grandmothers you once told me. You kneel down in front of me. Lifting my left foot with so much care, your warm hands slip off the inadequate shoe that did nothing to protect my foot from the inundation of rain. You carefully place it on the floor.You repeat the process with my right foot. You take the edge of the flimsy material of my shirt, and begin lifting it up my chest. I lift my arms up to assist you as you creep up and over my chest leaving my thin lacy bra covering my ample breasts. With a small tug my shirt is off my head.
Placing my shirt beside me, you guide me to stand up. Reaching down you unbutton my shorts then unzip my zipper letting them drop to the floor in a heaping wet pile. I step aside and stand in front of you with a white lace bra, my tan areolas showing through and a patch of sheer sapphire blue fabric barely covering the thin strip of dark curly hairs marking my womanhood. The same colored bands running around my hips and down between my cheeks. A smile crosses your face and I start grinning as I look down and see a swelling in your pants. I step closer to you as you reach around and unhook my bra slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the pile of clothes on the floor. I hear you moan as you take my heavy breasts in both your hands and slowly massage them. You pinch my hardened nipples with your thumb and pointer fingers eliciting a deep raspy moan from me.
You initiate more passion by kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, the right side of my lips, the left, finally resting at my lips. Your tongue pressing my lips asking for my permission and my mouth opening with response. You release your hold on my breasts, pulling me closer letting me feel your hardness between my legs. Your hands slide up and down my back caressing my butt lifting me up, then putting me back down, letting my feet rest on the floor. Your fingers find their way to my hair giving it a light tug. My arms reach around you, eagerly pulling your shirt up. Breaking our kiss for a few moments to remove your shirt and toss it to the floor. I move my hands around to the front of you letting my fingers get tangled in your wiry hair on your chest.