From a distance, you can see the rain coming. Almost looking forward to it since it has been so hot out. Need something to cool it down, cool me down.
I pull slowly into your driveway. You are sitting on the love seat swing, rocking slowly back and forth. You turn and smile at me. I look in my mirror to make sure my hair is ok. I get out of the car and straighten my clothes. I am wearing a thin red cotton spaghetti string sundress with my red heels. You have always loved this dress on me.
I start to walk over to you. You are sitting there, shorts and a t-shirt, lemonade in your hand and a big grin on your face. I can tell you have something stirring in that devilish mind of yours.
I sit down next to you and give you a quick kiss. You tell me how you have been waiting for me. You hand me an extra lemonade you had poured earlier. I take it from you and lay back with your arm around me.
We start talking about things and the weather. You can smell the rain coming. I say to you we should probably go inside and you said not yet, that it was still a ways away.
You take my glass from me and put it down. You look in my eyes and tell me that you have been thinking about me all day. How badly you wanted me, needed me. Then you lean over and kiss me. You lips tightly against mine, your tongue dancing in my mouth. I didn't want it to end.
You break away from my lips, kissing slowly down my cheek and neck. Your warm breath on my skin makes me want to melt. You slowly move up to my ear and whisper to me. You tell me how you want to make love me, how you want to do it right there, with the rain pouring down on us. Just the thought of it make me quiver with pleasure.
Not more than 1 minute after you say that, I feel a few drops on my skin. You move back down to my neck, kissing, nibbling. The rain starts coming down a little bit harder. You take your tongue and start licking the drops off me, still moving your way down my neck.
Our bodies are now wet from the rain. You slowly lay me down on the swing, moving back a little ways to gaze at me. My dress now wet and clinging to every curve on my body. You can tell I have no bra on from the clinginess of my dress and the hardness of my nipples. You look me in the eyes and tell me I am the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. At this point, I am completely under your spell.