The second I moved my hands, the door to the RV swung open and his body came stumbling in spilling the contents of his plastic bags out onto the carpet. Rain water poured through the edges of the door as the wind held it open. We were both laughing out loud at this point but he still attempted to keep an angry look on his face to no avail. He deserved to be this drenched. When we had left the RV earlier to start the long walk to the campsite general store I had spotted the clouds in the distance. I even suggested that we take the car, seeing as how it was a bit of a hike but no he had insisted that was no way it was going to storm.
It was obvious he was wrong. We were about half way through our walk back from the store to pick up campfire essentials when I felt the first drops of rain start to cut through the warm sticky summer air and land on my arms and face. I didn't even have time to yell "I told you so!" Because eithin a minute there were sheets and sheets of water falling from the sky so thick that I could barely see the gravel road in front of me as I took off in a sprint back to the RV.
It was mid-May and most of the campsites were empty because kids were still in school and the "season" had not started yet. We dodged in and out of empty campsites frantically trying to get back to safety from the storm. Everytime I turned around to see his face he was laughing. I reached the RV first and immediately pulled open the screen door and threw myself in. I didn't know how much further he was behind me but I swung around and grabbed the door. I got one good look in his eyes before I forced the door shut. He slammed himself against it a moment later. It pushed open a little bit and I could hear his laughs through the creak but again I forced it back shut again. He knocked a little and started to yell before I made the decision to let him in.
Now he laid on the carpet soaking wet. He turned around and used his foot to slam the RV door before collapsing onto his back still giggling. I was sitting on the floor a few feet away with my knees up, just watching him. My pale blue summer dress was so wet that it clung to me everywhere. Sticking to my thighs.
"I guess I was wrong." He said as the thunder comically chimed in in the background.
He pushed himself up and crawled over next to me. His curly blonde hair was now matted down and as he came closer I reached up with both hands and rubbed my hands through it messing it up.
Suddenly his lips were pressed up against mine. I continued to move my fingers through his hair causing water droplets to roll down his cheeks and face. He kissed my lips gently and I felt his hands rest on my knees. He slowly pushed my knees apart with his fingertips and eventually I felt him move between them. I pressed my lips a little harder against his and moved my hands down to his neck.
His hands landed on the carpet next to me and he pushed hard against me until suddenly we were flat on the floor. The pressure of his groin against mine was evident and he moved his kisses from my neck, down my cheek, over to my ear. He traced his tongue around my ear a little bit and then down the side of my neck until he was just grazing his lips along my collarbone. I could feel his hands pushing on hips.
I moaned a little bit as he started to roll my spaghetti straps down over my shoulders. My skin was warm and clammy and he continued shedding kisses on it as he moved around. He paused right above my breast and I just laid there expecting a kiss. I few raindrops dropped from his hair onto my chest, and I wanted so badly to feel his lips on me again. I could hear the rain still banging hard against the top of the RV.
But then he pushed himself off of me. I shot my eyes open and immediately propped myself up leaning on my elbows. Was he serious? My pussy ached between my legs... You can't just kiss me like that and then not deliver.
When I looked at him he was on his knees between mine. I could see the shape of his cock pushed up against his jeans but he was pushing himself away... I was so confused. I didn't want this to end and it looked like he didnt either, so what was the deal? Then I watched as he placed his hands on my legs, right at the hem of my dress. He kept eye contact with me through his curls as he slowly started to roll my dress up. Every spot his hands touched seemed to burn my skin setting my skin on fire.