"It looks like rain," she said, unbuttoning her blouse.
Trying not to stare as this strange woman removed her blouse, I moved my eyes back and forth between looking up at the skies and then looking back into her steel blue eyes. It did look like rain, but I didn't really get the connection between the chance of rain and her blouse. I wondered if perhaps it was an expensive blouse and she didn't want to ruin it in the rain, but when she simply tossed it on the bench and reached to unclasp her bra, I couldn't help but stare.
"Well, come on, I can't do this alone, can I?"
"Exactly what is it you can't do alone?" I asked, admiring her beautiful, small breasts. The nipples stood firmly in the brisk morning air, the dark areolas were small, but they contrasted from her pale skin making them look larger.
"I've always wanted to fuck in the rain, what about you?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.
"Well... I mean, yes, but right here? In the park?"
"Why not, no one's around now and if a few minutes it will be pouring raining, who'll be out then?"
"But what about those apartments over there, they'll see us?"
"Come on, most everyone's at work, except some housewives, and hey, we'll give them a thrill. Hell, maybe when their husbands get home they'll offer a treat."
"But what if the police come by?" I replied, noticing the first drop of rain splash on her breast, trickling the droplets down over her nipple. I watched her take both hands to her breast and lean toward me in offering.
"I can imagine nothing tastes more wonderful than tasting raindrops off a lover's body. What do you think?" she asked, still offering her breast to me.
It was an offer I simply could not refuse. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over her nipple, then slowly circled the areola.
Removing her hands from her breast, she began unbuttoning my shirt, while I switched to the other breast. She arched her back, letting her long black hair fall down her back. When I glanced up, I could see it glistening some from the rain.
She then backed away, sat down on the bench and then leaned back, hooking the heel of one foot over the back rest. I fumbled clumsily with my pants, kicking off my shoes, all while completely engrossed in her open legs, the beautiful thighs, and the incredible pussy peeking demurely out from the dark black bush.
Tossing my clothes aside, I moved toward her, my cock hard and aching to get inside her, but instead of diving on her and shoving myself to the hilt, I kneeled before her and ran my tongue up her thigh. The rainwater felt cool against her warm flesh as I followed the rivulets up her thigh. I smelled her damp, heady fragrance as my tongue gently pried her lips apart, slowly working up and down, pushing deeper with each movement.
