Water's Edge

There's something about rain... That soft steady rain that plip-plops off the window ledge, hypnotizing you with its musical cadence, lulling you into doing things you wouldn't have ever considered before. This was one of those rains. It had been going on for hours, a soothing drizzle that whispered naughty thoughts in my ear, beckoned me outside and away from the research I'd been determined to finish.

With a quiet chuckle I gave in, grabbing my water bottle and heading out to my new hot tub.

Why not

, I thought,

it's just more water

. Drenched by the time I crossed the ten feet of hardwood decking, I laughed, threw my arms out wide, and spun in a circle, both reveling in and chaffing at the restriction of my wet clothes. With a quick giggle and a thankful prayer for secluded coastal cabins, I set my water on the lip of the tub and peeled out of my clothes, gasping as that fickle Maine breeze caressed my wet skin.

I slid into the water with a purr of satisfaction, letting the heat and steam slide through me, shivering in delight at the contrast of heated water and cool rain. I leaned back, resting both elbows on the lip of the tub. Tipping my head back, I felt the rain on my eyelids, lips, neck. Droplets sauntered through my hair, tickling along my ears. Water gathered in the hollow of my throat, and streams trickled along the slopes of my breasts, cascading over the hard buds of my nipples. I felt decadent, sensuous,

naughty

sitting here so deliciously exposed to the elements.

A sigh of pure pleasure escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and slid neck-deep into the water. I scooped my hair up and let I flow over the rim of the hot tub, while my hands eddied a mindless current on either side of me. I let my mind wander, a smile playing across my lips. I was loving having my own home, making it fit me, from the jewel toned walls to the multi-level back deck. I found I was filled with ideas, amazed by endless possibilities.

Still deep in thought about the possibilities offered by installing fairy lights on the deck, I reached for my bottle of water, biting back a moan as my breasts left the warmth of the tub for the cool rain. Pebbled almost painfully tight, my nipples ached with this sudden change, making me hyper-aware of them -- and sending tingles of awareness shooting straight to my pussy.

As my back arched in response, I brushed the bottle of water and sent it tumbling onto the deck. Biting back a curse, I stood up and leaned over as far as I could, straining for the bottle just centimeters past my outstretched fingers. At that moment, the skies opened up, and a torrent of cool water cascaded over my tub-warmed skin.

It was electrifying. Rain pounded on my back, followed the sleek curve of my spine and poured off my shoulders in a veritable sheet. Streams of it slid around my ribs and caressed my breasts. Water slapped against my ass, finding that deep cleft and cascading along those soft, smooth lips. My entire world revolved around the pouring rain and its sweet assault on my body.

With a groan of lusty pleasure, I straightened up, raising my hands to push back my hair, tipping my face up to the liquid sensation pouring over me.

It was right then, he later told me, that he saw me. He stopped cold, stunned. In a pouring, pounding rain, I stood in the hot tub straight and proud, breasts jutting, hips curving, face lifted to the pouring skies, laughing in sheer delight. It wasn't until his vision started to blur that he remembered to breathe. And quietly, ever so quietly, he stepped forward.

Oblivious to the shadow behind the tree, I lifted my arms and spun, arched back, hair flying, delighting in the sensuous caress of water all over my body. As the rain gentled, I lowered my arms, hands slicking my hair back, smoothing down over my neck, across my breasts. Legs braced, back arched ever so slightly, I lifted my breasts, cupping them together, feeling water pool in that deep valley. With a soft

ahhhh

I captured my aching nipples between my fingers, tugging gently, hissing in pleasure. I stood there for several moments, lost in the pleasure, that naughty pleasure of being naked, wet, and exposed.

A thrill ran though me as I envisioned someone watching me do this. I knew it couldn't happen -- my house was a secluded little cabin at edge of the cliffs, far off the beaten path. But oh...the thrill of thinking that I could be watched....what a delicious little tingle it sent shimmering through me.

My mind wandered, oh so easily. I'd been far too long without a man -- my last relationship had ended badly, and was a large part of what had sent me scurrying to this coastal seclusion. I was finding my feet, finding out a lot about myself...but there was many a night I ached for my man's touch, nights when no amount of self-pleasure could feel that void so deep inside of me. Touching myself took the edge off, but no more. I needed a man, craved a man's touch...and as my mind wandered, I was all too easily able to picture a fantasy man watching me in play in my hot tub.

I closed my eyes and lifted my hand to my hair, imagining those fingers to be longer, stronger, as they tunneled though my wet curls. He would gently cup the back of my head, bring me to him, hold me a hair's breadth from his lips, making me quiver with longing for his touch. Every breath I inhaled would be his exhalation, every scent I smelled would be of him, the water, the lush greenery, and angry sea. In my mind he held me there, quivering, making me crave what was so very nearly in my grasp.

The fingertips that trailed down my neck, feathered along my collarbone, whispered over the pulse racing so visibly in the hollow of my neck -- those were not my fingertips. They were those of my fantasy man, a man so captivated by my sensuous water play that he couldn't help but touch me. He couldn't help but cup his hands over my breast, squeezing gently, making me arch my back until my soft skin overflowed his big hands. And when he pinched my nipple ever so gently and twisted slightly, I could swear I heard him chuckle through my loud gasps of pleasure and soft cries for more.

While one hand pleasured my achy, heaving breasts, the other slid around my waist, over my hip, feathering gently along my skin, slipping ever so gently into the water, where it reached the juncture of my thighs. A soft nudge had me spreading my legs, opening my swollen center to a teasing touch. The water hardly moved as a single finger traced the soft outline of my smooth crease. My knees threatened to buckle and my breath was a ragged gasp for air. My already throbbing nipples hardened even further, the steam rising from the water making them ache with its wispy caress.

As that one finger traced my shape, teased that plump skin, my hips started to rock, searching to increase the pressure. I know my fantasy man moaned -- I heard him, quite clearly, the sound echoing over and over in my passion-fogged mind.

My weakening knees had me stepping back to the safety of the tub wall. I rested my lower back against the rim and spread my legs even wider, silently begging for my fantasy man's teasing touch to go deeper, to ease that ache that so often left my whimpering in my tormented sleep. I rolled my hips forward, nudging those fingers, my slick juices blending with the heat and moisture of the hot tub. And when that lone finger slid between my folds, pressing gently into the volcanic heat of my quivering center, I nearly exploded.

"One...."

My lips curved in pleasure as I brought to mind a lover's game. With a strangled moan of pure lust I thrust my finger as far as it would go into my hot, churning cavern. The heated water surrounding me had nothing on the fiery flood of my hungry pussy. The difference was almost that of night and day, while the still-falling rain was yet another temperature change embraced by my trembling, lust-filled body.

"Two...."

A second finger followed the first, the added dimension just enough to create a hint of pressure. I swirled and twirled the two fingers together, pumping them in and out, still aching for release, still reaching for that elusive fulfillment. My other hand kneaded my breast, squeezing and pulling, twisting and shaping. In my mind I was helpless, caught in the onslaught of my fantasy lover's desires, helpless to deny him anything.

"Three...."

Increased by yet one more, the width of those invading fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge. My channel was tight, and hugged those fingers close. I mewled cries of frustration as I surged toward that peak, desperate to cum. The water churned around me, the splashing audible as it rebounded off lush green boundaries. My nails dug into my breast, but I wouldn't notice the slight bruises until days later. I was desperate to cum, and my harsh, sobbing cries begging my lover to let me do so rang through the air.

"Four...."

Aching for release, all but howling my frustration, I slid stretched around yet another probing finger. My other hand slid off my breast and made a beeline for my swollen, throbbing clit. The tug and pull of the water against me was driving me insane with greed. My legs spread wider, my fingers seeking desperately to slake my hunger as rain kissed and caressed its way down my upper body. Rocking on the balls of my feet, thrusting my hips in tormented demand to an imaginary lover, breasts shimmering in the steamy mist, my eyes closed in supplication while I gasped and moaned and begged for release...oh, the picture I made. He told me later he would often fantasize of just that moment, biting back a moan as he pleasured himself.

Shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure, I drifted back down into the water, gasping as warmth once again licked against my rain-cooled skin. A soft smile curled the corners of my lips, and my hands lazily slicked over wet skin, a lover's cuddle in the sultry heat of the hot tub. Slowly, oh so slowly, my breath returned to normal. I had managed to take the edge off my ever-present ache, but merely the edge. Oh, I needed a man. His touch, his whispers, his caress—nope, not going there, I chuckled to myself, surging to my feet and stretching my pleasure-warmed muscles.

Squeezing water from my hair, I shifted until I was poised on the lip of the tub, the slight pressure of the rim against my still-sensitive nub tempting me into another round of pleasure. For a few moments I succumbed, hips rocking gently against the hard, slick rim. The teasing torment would never soothe the ache though, so I soon stopped, catching my breath before leaning forward and sliding around til I was flat footed on my new deck again.

Peering around I finally spied my water bottle under the edge of my potted juniper. I debated the wisdom of getting on my hands and knees to crawl after it, but a gust of Maine wind against my quickly chilling body made the decision for me. With a whoop of triumph at my daring exploit, I scooped up my sodden clothes and scampered inside, closing the French doors behind me without another look.

Had I looked back though, for even just a moment, I would have seen him as he reached under the juniper and picked up my bottle, drinking deep before replacing the cap and tossing the bottle into the steaming tub, where it floated and bounced and would be sure to make me realize I'd not been alone after all...