Stephen looked up at the sky, it was darkening, great black clouds were rolling in. The hot morning had been sultry. It had felt like rain would come: it was clear it was going to. Rain would be welcome. It would, unfortunately, mean he would have to stop his gardening, though he could sort of carry on if he did not mind getting wet -- which he didn't. It would not be cold, just very wet which actually meant quite a lot of things would be difficult to do in the garden. He stood looking at the sky. It might be rather fun, even so, to take his clothes off and carry on gardening in the rain, at least for at time. The garden certainly needed the rain so he could not really complain. How fresh it would be afterwards. A good dousing would do plants, lawn and everything good.
A few spots and Stephen readied himself to go into the house when he saw coming across his lawn his two favourite schoolgirls, clearly on their way home.
"It's going to rain, really rain, isn't it Mr Snow. We thought we'd better shelter and..."
It was an excuse -- to an extent. How much nicer for them, he thought, had they been walking home with Nick and Callum and had to shelter. Where? Who knew? Perhaps somewhere where they could shelter their clothes rather than their bodies, shedding all their garments, tucking all their clothes under something to keep them dry, and then the four of them then being naked out in the rain. That was something he might think about in bed sometime. Four naked young bodies together all slippery and wet in the rain. Hands to wet boobs, hands on plump hairy mounds -- and hands on firm erections. Nice to watch. Very nice.
"It's going to pour, shall we go in? A cup of tea?"
No sooner through the door than the girls were taking their clothes off.
"You haven't got wet."
"Just seems right with you, Mr Snow, doesn't it Julie?"
Schoolgirls getting undressed. Thoughts of changing rooms and a whole hockey team.
"I'd better ring your parents, let them know."
"Telephone without your clothes, Mr Snow. It'll be funny."
Outside the promised rain started and then really came down.
Not much to remove, sandals, shorts and shirt. Enjoyable as always to expose himself to the girls. He picked up the telephone and dialled.
"Hallo, Stephen Snow here. Yes, it is quite a downpour. Yes, the garden does need it. Julie and Miriam have sheltered with me here because of the rain. No, they've not got too wet."
He winked at them. What if they had got soaked? What would Julie's mother think of him drying their clothes -- yes, getting them to undress. Perhaps just to their wet underclothes. Perhaps all the way. The reality the school clothes were piled neatly near him and hardly wet at all, but the girls were certainly undressed and standing there as he telephoned. Standing there naked with their breasts so very there and their girl slits showing invitingly through their young growth of pubic hair. Stephen was also standing as Julie's mother had never seen, naked and with a half erection -- on show to her daughter and friend.
"I'll give them some tea. No, it's no bother at all. Nice to have the company, me being here all on my own." He watched as Julie came towards him, his eyes widening as she knelt.
"No really it isn't. Do you want to speak to them? I'll put Miriam on; Julie's got her mouth full..."
It was perfect. A line out of a comedy film... a risqué comedy film certainly. Julie did indeed have her mouth full -- of his cock! He was speaking to the girl's mother on the phone whilst she was fellating him. It was almost, though it was rather different, the classic wife speaking to husband scene when she is in bed with another man at the time.
"... of cake," he added. He hoped it did not sound too like 'cock.'
After the phone call they all stood looking out of the window at the pouring rain. "Shall we go out, like this and get soaked, Mr Snow? It'll be like being caught in a tropical rainstorm."
It was just what he had been thinking earlier. He was more than happy to agree. Out they went naked into the warm rain. It certainly was a deluge. The water running down the two naked girls and him. A cold shower, but not that cold, not enough to subdue his excitement, not when the two girls knelt and licked his knob from either side before running off across the lawn, laughing and leaping in the falling rain. Stephen followed at a more sedate pace, his penis pointing.
When he caught up with the girls, they were standing with the rain just pouring down them, their hair plastered to their heads. And then they pointed and laughed. They were laughing at his penis, not because it was small, though it had lost its hardness, but because the water streaming down his body was running off his penis as it did in the shower looking just like he had a stream of wee coming out.
Giggling Miriam dropped to her knees and opened her mouth to catch the stream of mock wee -- drinking down the fresh rainwater. Almost tempting to release his sphincter and let the rain suddenly get rather warm! Almost, certainly erotic, but would the girls like that? Probably not! They found the idea a laugh, but they were not into such 'advanced' games. Actually, it was not as if Stephen had ever been... but he could learn!
Julie dropped to her knees beside her friend and Stephen turned directing the mock wee, the rain, towards her mouth, reaching at the same time to hold his penis as if weeing. It was fun, and of course his penis grew again towards Julie's mouth and soon he was being sucked. Julie's mother had no idea her daughter had been sucking Stephen Snow whilst he talked to her on the phone; she would have no idea Julie and her friend were now out in the rain getting wet. Rain they had, allegedly, so carefully avoided by stopping off at Mr Snow's house. She would have no idea they were out in his garden, stark naked, getting just so wet and kneeling on the lawn sucking cock -- Stephen Snow's cock
It was not fucking that day. Stephen's penis got nowhere near Julie or Miriam's sweet pussies. Stephen's cum, instead, pumped hot into Miriam's mouth out there in the rain. And then they went running across the lawn, Miriam's boobs swinging, Stephen's penis swinging too, laughing at being out in the rain before going back inside for tea and cake -- and to get wet hair dry before two neat schoolgirls walked back outside to the reappearance of sunshine and home again.
A pleasant interlude from his gardening. A very pleasant interlude.
"Mr Snow?" A whispered voice down the telephone.
"Yes, Miriam?" He knew the voice. What did she want, it was late, he was on his way to bed.
"It's a hot night, Mr Snow, Julie and I wondered, if we came later. If we sneaked out after Mum and Dad had gone to bed whether you would..."
"I'd be happy to oblige."
Of course he would. Very happy to provide his penile services to the girls. He hadn't any other use for his semen! He could certainly give it away and who better to give it to? He would now have to stay up late. Stephen had been thinking of bed, but that would have to wait. Even so, he went upstairs to ready himself for his double 'date.' He stripped and stood in front of his mirror. Not bad, but really what was he compared to those two young lads, Nick and Callum? Well, he had a large garden to play in to start with, and he had a cock, not only larger, but, importantly, one which was 'safe.' What came out of the end would not make either girl pregnant. Stephen stroked watching his penis rise in the mirror. The reality, if the truth be told, he would like, if everyone was happy with it, not only to be still fertile and able to make girls pregnant, but to make Julie and Miriam pregnant. Would love to see their tummies swell as a result of him. But not good to create unwanted pregnancies - schoolgirl pregnancies. He could, though, imagine, later on, the two of them married and wanting babies and the husbands unable to provide. Improbable, but nice if the girls came back to him, to a tried and tested penis, to 'oblige.' The reality quite the other way around: he was disconnected and any husband likely to be fertile! It would, nonetheless, be good to be a doting friend of the families, with only the girls and he knowing who the real father was. Watching his children growing up.
The thought of Julie and Miriam with round tummies pleasing. The thought of them bent over the bed when so pregnant that front intercourse just not possible, and him taking his penis from one vagina to the other. Stephen stroked with enthusiasm watching himself in the mirror. From the end of his penis a sudden welling, an expanding bubble of creamy fluid. Pre-cum or semen. Stephen took his hand away as if his cock was red hot. He had almost come! That would not have been good. The girls wanted a firm cock not a floppy one -- in their mouths and in their vaginas. He had edged almost too much with his thought of pregnant girls. It'd have been good another day just before bed even if he would have made a mess upon the mirror, but he had to stay up for the girls -- and 'up' meant 'up.'
Stephen tasted himself as he walked, erect, to the shower. Quite sweet with a hint of salt. A fine vintage! Maybe one of the girls would enjoy it later. Miriam had on the lawn in the rain a few days before. That had been very good.
In a dressing gown, Stephen waited by the side gate. He heard the sounds of bicycles on gravel and stood up divesting himself of his dressing gown. Appropriate to greet the young ladies standing. Pleasingly he erected there and then; the idea of two schoolgirls coming into his garden to have sex with him quite enough to achieve that -- even at 57. He was standing -- in more ways than one.
"We hope we haven't kept you up, Mr Snow." Giggles from the two girls who could very much see his erect penis in the moonlight. Long and firm. Schoolgirlish giggles about something 'naughty.' Very pleasing to Stephen.
"I don't mind staying up for you, young ladies, but it's well past your bedtime. You really should be tucked up in bed."
"Are we going to sleep with you, Mr Snow? Again?"
It was a nice idea but what if they overslept and their parents found them missing in the morning? Difficult for them to explain.
Stephen had thought how good it might be if both sets of parents went away for a week or two and the two girls just sort of moved in with him for the time. The thought of two cuddly girls in his bed each night. Almost endless ejaculations into hot, wet and young vaginas. He would be quite worn out -- or his penis would be!
"I don't think that's wise. Tonight anyway. If it was wintertime you wouldn't want to be in the garden. We should enjoy the garden whilst we can."
