The full moon shone down on the swift-flowing river as the summer stars glimmered above. On the hood of my car, we sat, holding hands and talking about how beautiful it was. Despite the natural majesty of the scene, I often looked at you. Especially when the moon hit your eyes just right, and they became two dark pools of mystical light. You were breathtaking.
I put my arm around you and you rested your head on my shoulder. I kissed your forehead and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," you sighed, looking at me, and leaning to kiss me. Our lips met, and the entire scene became merely a backdrop to our kiss. There was nothing else in the world but you, me, the moon and starlit sky, the river...and my car.
As we sat looking again at the celestial scene, dark clouds began to veil the sky. Heat lightening glowed far in the east. The sky sprinkled a light rain on us that was pleasant on this hot, humid night. Suddenly, it fell in a downpour, and we scurried inside the car. As fast as we were, we still managed to get soaked.
Inside the car, I grabbed a small towel from out of one of my many emergency kits, and we dried our faces, as we laughed about it. I could make out most of your features in the darkness, and you looked sexy with your hair slicked back, and your eyes sparkling. Your blue tank-top clung tight to your body. I could see you were looking at me with the same sensual adoration.
"So, does this mean we should go back to my house to get in dry clothes?" I asked reluctantly.
A smile spread across your face. "No, it's been a great night," you replied. "A little water won't hurt us.
I smiled back at you, and we talked about how the rain, despite covering up the stars and moon, was a welcome surprise. It made the heat and humidity a little more bearable, and listening to it falling on my car was rather relaxing.
Soon, though, I noticed that you shifted uneasily in your seat, and you kept plucking at your shirt. I asked what was wrong, and you said the wet shirt was getting uncomfortable.
"Well, if you really wanted to..." I began in a joking, yet hopeful voice.
"Yes?" you replied. "And what would you like me to do?"
"Well, you could take it off if you wanted. This is a rather secluded area, and it's certainly dark enough."
You smiled, and said, "But this is one of the tank-tops with the built in bra. I'm not wearing anything underneath it."
I grinned, and with a sly look said, "I know."
"I suppose I could. It would be more comfortable, and besides, you seem to want me to."
"Only if you want to."
"Uh-huh," you said as you started removing your tank-top. Draping the wet shirt over the back of your seat, you crossed your hands in front of you, shyly hiding your breasts.
"You look great, my sweet," I said, admiring your bare skin.
"Thanks. I feel more comfortable than I thought I would."
As we talked, I began to realize how uncomfortable my own wet shirt felt. So I also removed mine. "Ooo!" you said. "My sexy boy."
I smiled, and touched my hand to your cheek. "Aw," you said. "What's all this?"
"Love," I said simply. You leaned as close as you could to me over the console, and put an arm around you. We kissed. It was deep sensual kiss. My hand cupped your cheek, while the other lay on the side of your ribcage. You arms enveloped my neck.
"You know, dear. These seats recline back."
"Oh, do they now?" you said, giving me another deep kiss.
"Oh, yes, they do," I replied, running my hand just over your solar plexus.
"And just how can we use that feature?"
"Let me show you." I opened the door, and, ignoring the rain that had calmed only a little, I ran to the passenger door, opened it, and pulled the little lever that reclines the seat. The back of the seat flipped down. You leaned back into it, your hands still over your breasts, and sighed.
"Comfortable?" I asked, still getting wet outside.
