The Forest

The Forest

The rain was falling softly, misting the windows in the dining room, whispering against the old slates on the roof and creating a symphony of murmurs amongst the trees in the soaking garden. The people inside were oblivious, continuing with their chatting, drinking, and socializing, their sycophantic smiles plastered onto vain, stretched faces, inappropriately short dresses and skirts on the wanton women, counter pointed by the pained expressions and career lifelessness of the dullard wives and mothers who had given their lives to unworthy men and had realised their mistake too late. Only one noticed the rain, moving to the window alone to watch the beautiful downpour.

Jo adored rain. He watched in in raptures of delight, feeling a chill on the back of his neck. A thought appeared suddenly in his mind. A thought so daring, so naughty, so delectable that he had no option but to act upon it. If he didn't, he would curse himself for months to come for missing such an opportunity.

Instantly he spun around and scanned his eyes around the room looking for her. She was leaning against the piano talking to a couple he did not recognise and standing with her idiot boyfriend, Ken. He walked as casually as he could towards them, but his heart began to race. He smiled and nodded at faces he knew en route, but reached her without a break in stride and stood beside and slightly behind her, listening to the inane conversation of the stunted strangers. He stood for a few moments, edging slowly closer to her, breathing in her scent. He murmured in her ear that he needed to see her in the kitchen and she excused herself from the circle. Once in the kitchen, he started to pull her out towards the back door, pushing it open quietly and delighting in the feel of the cool moisture that waved over him from the pressure of the rain. He took Jo's hand and began to heave her out of the house. Jo resisted, although a playful smile danced onto her wonderful, soft lips.

'Where are we going?' She smiled, glancing nervously behind her into the otherwise empty kitchen.

Jo smiled and pushed opened the door.

'It's raining' he grinned.

'I know' she giggled. 'I have eyes and there are windows in there'

'Come on,' you'll love it' he whispered and pulled her outside and into the mist of falling rain. They walked quickly across the glistening lawn in the murky light of dusk, heading directly away from the house so nobody would see them leave. They walked in an easy silence, arm in arm, their smiles and hearts dancing with the excitement of their sudden daring and wetness. The garden loved the rain, fingers of grass reaching up towards the sky to accept the gift from the heavens, the trees murmuring their satisfaction, the flowers throwing open their flouncy dresses, fluttering their petals and revealing their hearts to the downpour. Green, green, green surrounded them as they walked, sparkling in the torrent. They reached the edge of the lawn and stepped into the trees, that began to slope away from them slightly, shrouding them from the view of the house. After a minute or two, they stepped into an opening in the wood, a grove of trees and whispering rain. Jo held Jo's hand a little more tightly, turned to smile at her, then guiding her onto the bench he knew was waiting for them in the grove.

Jo leaned against him and sighed, pressing her mouth into his neck, feeling wet and cold, yet exhilarated. Jo always knew how to make her feel special, relieve her worries and cares. There was no need to worry with him, no need to play the party hostess, no need to play the sweet little woman for the boss or co-workers, no need to smile when they pinched her arse, no need to please idiot Ken.

Jo's fingers played lazily with her hair, twirling little curls, as his hot breath touched her neck just before his lips. His hand strayed gently under her skirt and onto her cold thighs, warming them with his manly hands as his gentle kisses traced a line where her hair ended, softly kissing down her neck and across her shoulders, as his hand slipped between her thighs, one strong arm holding her firmly against him, the other pushing gently, firmly, warmly between her soft thighs.

'Hey...' she murmured, only slightly complaining, as Jo's free hand reached into her hair and unclipped it, allowing her luscious brown hair to tumble to her shoulders. He grinned, handed her the hairclip, brushed a stray hair away from her face and pressed his mouth firmly against hers.

Their lips met, half-open mouths, tongues softly playing against each other as they fell into each other. Jo sucked gently on her lower lip as Jo's eyes closed, her hands settling behind his neck, pulling him into her. He dropped the clip on the wet grass and tangled his hand into her hair. For an eternal moment they kissed, a conversation of breath and lips, as his hand pressed higher between her gently opening thighs.

Finally, he pulled away. He looked into her eyes, as the rain fell weakly onto them. They smiled. Jo leaned in to kiss her nose, her cheeks, her eyes. Kisses on her neck, down to her shoulders, as his free hand slid up her neck and into her hair. Softly, he pushed her back on the bench, her hair falling down on either side. His kisses moved lower, across the top of her breasts, across the exposed part of her chest onto her shoulders and down her arms as her hand moved to his groin and rubbed him.

He looked down at her with hungry eyes. Jo blinked in the rain, but smiled at him with moist lips, her eyes darting from his face to the bulge in his jeans and back again. Jo's hands moved down her body and lifted the skirt of her dress to her hips. Jo's eyes closed as she felt his lips on her exposed thighs, delighting in the feel of his lips in such an intimate place. Jo's hands reached to the buttons on the front of her dress as he kissed her, licking the rain from her thighs as he kissed. He managed to get three of the buttons on her dress undone before her eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up.

'No! No, we can't, we have guests!' she spluttered as she struggled to sit up and push Jo away with one movement. 'They'll wonder where we've gotten to' She smiled a lazy grin in response, as Jo's hands emerged from under her dress, took her gently by the shoulders and pushed her back down onto the wet bench. As he resumed kissing and licking her thighs, his hands easily popped open her remaining buttons on her dress, freeing it to fall open and allowing the drizzle to fall on her almost naked body. Jo got up onto his knees and gazed down on her, biting his lower lip, almost overwhelmed with desire and appreciation of her wonderful body. He reached down and slowly ran his hand over her skin, glistening in the rain, diamond droplets of sparkling wet stars dappling her breasts and stomach.

He leaned down and kissed a drop from one breast, his tongue tracing tiny circles on them. He kissed and licked under, over and around her breasts, carefully avoided touching her nipples, until an arch of her back accompanied her soft sigh urged him for more, as Jo's knee lifted between his thighs, pressing against his aching balls. He smiled before reaching her nipple and covering it with his mouth, suckling softly. First one, then the other, sucking and rolling his tongue over her hard, wet nipples as she sighed and whimpered under him. She tasted faintly of salt, and smelled of flowers. She felt, looked and tasted incredible and he wanted to devour her, to taste every inch of her skin, to make her tremble deep inside, to make her weep with joy.

The rain suddenly increased in intensity, pouring down on them both. Jo relaxed onto the bench, giving herself over to the sensations of the cool rain on her face, Jo's hot mouth on her breasts, the spreading warmth between her legs, as his free hand began pulling her pants down her thighs.

His soft lips became more urgent now as he pushed her pants to her ankles and felt her kicking them off, exposing and opening herself completely to him. His tongue traced tiny, hard, eager circles on her nipples, kissing her breasts, her chest, her neck, her stomach, her arms, eager to taste and revel in every part of her. Reaching up with his wet hands he squeezed her breasts together, creating a tiny river of rain between them. Beneath him, eyes closed and mouth half-open, Jo sighed gorgeously. Jo licked between her breasts, then chased the river down her stomach, into her belly button, then lower... lower... before suddenly veering off and kissing her hips.

Lower and lower he kissed, he stroked, he nibbled, he caressed, he licked, as Jo lay back exposed to the rain, open to him, revelling in this unexpected pleasure. Finally, his mouth moved between her thighs and Jo's breathing increased, urging him into her, desperate for him to claim her, to satisfy her, to finally take what was aching for his touch. His tongue, finally, slipped inside her, tasting her. Jo moaned deliciously, feeling and tasting her. He moved his tongue onto her clit, his hands gripping her naked thighs and Jo moaned loudly, as she finally accepted him onto her burning clit. Gripping tightly, he began to slowly lick and suck at her clit, before he slipped and hand beneath him and pushed his fingers into her boiling pussy. Jo gasped and gripped his shoulders, pushing him into her, as his long, slow strokes pushed her closer and closer to coming as the rain increased still more, a tempest matching their passion. Short, sharp little moans escaped her lips as her licked her clit, fingerfucking her pussy in a rhythm with his tongue, small, hard little circles around her hard nub, her hips raising, grinding against him.

Teasing, he stopped, grinning at her.

'No, no don't stop, please...' she murmured. He stopped momentarily, stunned by the beauty of her rain-kissed face in the dusk light, her features smooth, wet and shining with excitement and lust. He lowered his head and planted more urgent, firm kisses and sharp bites on her thighs, tracing the same path back up her body, over her hips, over her belly-button, up her stomach and onto her breasts, as he felt her eager hands pulling open his jeans.

He could feel the heat coming from her, steaming beneath him in the pouring rain. When he reached her mouth, he planted a deep, lingering kiss hard against it. Jo opened her mouth, pushing her tongue against his, pulling him into her as the raindrops splashed against her upturned face, dribbling down her naked thighs, her breath short, her mind spinning with the sudden unexpected wonder of this glorious encounter; she barely noticed when he pushed down his jeans above her, guiding her hand onto his hot, hard cock. Jo sighed hard and short, rubbing his hard cock eagerly, as Jo bit her lip, pushed his tongue into her mouth and struggled with his jeans. Jo clenched her teeth together, opened her eyes to look into his, rubbing his cock furiously, gripping his cock tightly, desperate more than anything to feel this cock inside her, desperate for him to fuck her now. She gazed imploringly into his eyes, yearning for him to take her, to fuck her. At that moment she would have done anything, have promised anything to feel his hot, hard cock inside her.

He stood suddenly, tearing off his jeans. Despite her desperation, the yearning, boiling need inside her, the site of him naked made her smile. He sat back on the bench and pulled her upright into his lap. He held her close, her wet skin against his. Her hands reached around behind his neck, her nails trailing softly up his back. He sighed softly and when she lifted herself up to allow him to enter her, his hard cock dampened by the pouring rain, sliding effortlessly deep inside her boiling wet pussy, his sigh became a moan of ecstasy. Jo held her on his lap for a few moments, as they both savoured the moment, he sighed and leaned his mouth against her neck, as he felt her squeeze her pussy around his cock.

Slowly they rocked back and forth, fucking in the rain. She leaned forward and captured an earlobe with her lips, biting it softly as she felt his wonderful cock sliding gorgeously in and out of her in a slow, firm rhythm. Her hot breath in his ear, and the small noises that escaped when he thrust into her excited him enormously, driving him on to fuck her harder, to fuck her deeper, to satisfy her completely, to make her come and shake and quiver all around his raging cock. He thrust harder and she cried out. It seemed even the rain was with them, as it fell still heavier, drenching them in their ardent fucking.

Their bodies became one, intertwined, moving in rhythm, fucking each other with every part of them, the rain pouring down on them like a celebration of their desire, a million tiny tongues darting and delighting their exposed flesh, as they moved together, savouring each other, delighting each other, fucking hard. She felt the warmth between her legs become heat, felt her stomach begin to tense, as she felt her orgasm build within her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her voice betrayed her with a cry as the orgasm edged closer. Jo reached his hands down to her arse, pulling her tightly onto him, digging his heels into the soft ground of the wet wood and ramming his cock into her harder and harder, pushing her on, fucking her hard and fast, feeling her hot breasts against his chest, her biting mouth on his shoulder, her nails in his flesh as he fucked her closer and closer. Then with a cry, Jo's orgasm washed wondrously through her and she shook and trembled and bucked against him, grinding her pulsating pussy hard onto his cock. Jo stopped thrusting, holding his hard cock deep inside her, holding off his own orgasm for a moment.

Before her head even cleared, he laid her back on the bench and leaned over her. By now the rain was no longer friendly and pleasant. Sheets of water washed over both of them, as he wrapped her legs around his waist and began pumping his cock into her with a force to match the storm. Harder, faster, moaning in building, grinding ecstasy as he edged closer to coming. He felt the pleasure wrap around his spine, explode from his balls and as he erupted into her with a scream. He came, and felt her cries as she came again under him, ramming his cock as deep into her as he could for one, final thrust.

He collapsed onto her, as they both floated in their storm-tossed bliss. An eternity of moments later, he lay next to her, her fingers gently stroking his naked, wet chest. She kissed him softly and reminded him, again, that they had guests who would be wondering where their hosts had gone.

He smiled and kissed her, his hand straying gently onto her breast.

'You're the best fuck I've ever had' he whispered. Jo giggled and pushed closer to him, the rain suddenly making them both shiver.

'And it's meant to rain tomorrow, you know...'