It was a very cold, rainy day. We had decided to take a walk, though it was not raining when we left. The streets were pretty empty and the rain was getting stronger. We were about a mile from our downtown apartment and felt we could go a little longer in the rain. It was nice, there weren't too many people around and the rain really wasn't bugging us too bad. She was nestled up against me as we walked through the wet streets, talking banalities to each other. The rain continued to pour and the wind was picking up big time. It was starting to reach a point of discomfort.
To shield ourselves, we took cover under the awning of an abandoned building. It looked like the place was in the midst of a complete re-structuring. It was pitched black inside and there was chains sealing the door. We huddled together under the awning, waiting for the rain to die down enough to move on or go home. If a cab happened by, we would flag it down and get a ride home. The rain continued to pour and the wind picked up even more. Between the heavy rain and the strong wind, even distances as close as across the street were now difficult to make out.
Through the cloud of rain and wind, we saw a cab coming. I attempted to flag it down, but it was no use. The cab flew by, spraying water up all over us. In my anger, I turned around and kicked the front door of the old building. The chains slipped and the door opened slightly. It was just enough for us to slip in. I took a quick look around and slipped through the opening. It was just as cold inside and the wind roared like a crowd at a concert, but it was mostly dry. We walked through the dark building, tripping over the occasional broken desk or exposed floor board. Our eyes quickly adjusted to their surroundings. We wandered around, waiting for the weather to clear up enough.
We found a small room in the back that looked to be a big office at one time. There was a large, dusty desk in the middle of the room and a few cabinets around the perimeter. It was dry and mostly quiet here. You could still here the wind, but it seemed to be muffled a bit. There was also some dim light coming in the scattered dusty windows around the office. You really couldn't see much out of them, but they provided enough light to make this an ideal place to wait out the heavy stuff.
My girlfriend looked around the office as we sat there. There wasn't much to look at. An old extension cord lay on the floor, some supporting beams exposed around the room and lots of dust. My allergies threatened to become an issue, but I kept them under control. It didn't sound like the weather was going to let up anytime soon, and I started to get paranoid about bugs and rodents. It was too dim to see anything small, so I just tried to keep my mind off the idea of spiders running all around us.
"You know, this is my fault." She said apologetically. "You didn't even want to go walking in the rain and I talked you into it."
"It's not your fault, besides; I'm not having a bad time, are you?" I asked.
"Nope, but all I'm saying is that maybe I need to be punished for being so bad." She said in her sexy voice. Suddenly the mood shifted. Was she suggesting we play around in this dirty place? She looked at me with a subtle smile on her face and a look of desire in her eyes. Whenever she says she's been bad, I know she wants it rough. Did she want to get rough here? I wasn't going to give her an out.
"Yeah, you've been real bad!" I said in the commanding voice I take on when we have rough sex. She liked to be pushed around, to be spanked and punished and then to be fucked hard. So hard, she hurts, that's how she likes it. She was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. I walked up to her and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so she looked upward. She let out a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain as I pulled on her hair. Her mouth was open slightly and I licked her lips lightly as I held her head back.
"Stand up!" I said as I directed her head upward, pulling her to her feet. I stood her up then turned her around and bent her over the desk. Her head slammed against the dusty desk and she gasped again. I started spanking her through her clothes. My hand smacking dully against the wet denim pants. The smacks were not satisfying enough for the situation. I pulled down her wet pants, exposing her white, damp skin and black cotton panties. I pulled the pants down to her knees and started spanking her again. My hand met with her sexy bikini cut panties, smacking louder than before. She moaned out with pleasure each time my hand met the soft cotton stretched over her ass.
"GOD, I'VE BEEN SOOOO BAD!" she screamed out. I stopped spanking her for a minute. She breathed heavier than normal and gyrated her hips to entice me to spank her some more. My hand ran down her back slowly, down her ass and slid between her legs. Even through the black cotton, I could feel how wet she was getting. I slid my fingers under the panties and pressed them against her wet hole. I slipped them out, wet with her desire. I put them up by her nose and ask her "What is this?!"
"I can't help myself sir, please don't punish me anymore!" she says in her fake panicked voice. I pull my fingers out from under her nose and bring down a strong smack on her ass. Her hips buck out in pleasure. I slipped the now wet panties down to her knees and start spanking the bare skin. As I reddened the soft white flesh on her ass, she started moaning deeper and shifting her hips more. I was fully erect as I spanked her ass.
I gave her ass one last, strong smack that echoed through the abandoned building and left my hand resting on her hot, red cheeks. I slowly stroked them, rubbing the sore flesh softly. She trusted her hips backward, pushing her ass out more prominently as I rubbed them. My hand slipped down, rubbing her wet lips and her swollen clit. She gasped in pleasure as I started to rub around her ass hole and wet pussy. I middle finger slid up and down, tracing the edges of her ass hole and down past her wet opening and to her clit. I did this until I felt she was really building up to something. Her pussy got very wet and her breathing became very heavy. It wasn't time for that yet.
I grabbed her by her hair again and lifted her up to a standing position. I turned her so she was facing me, my hand still closed around her hair. I pulled back slightly, so she faced upward a bit. I bent toward her and ran my tongue up her neck. She shuttered in delight as I licked her neck. I bit down ever so slightly so my teeth lightly scraped against her neck. Tiny goose bumps popped up on her arms and she let out a small moan of pleasure.