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“Oh my God, Jim, I’m so fucking wet! Give it to me now!”
“No way, Annie, you should have brought your own umbrella.”
“But it’s chucking it down! Look at me – I’m soaked already.”
“Didn’t you read the weather forecast? They said there were going to be short, thundery rainstorms today. Like this one.”
“But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?”
“That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.”
“I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.”
“Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora. You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet of yours about liking broccoli, you think she’s your best friend forever.”
“Look, can’t we find somewhere to shelter,” I grumbled, trying to change the subject. “Or at least let me squeeze up under your brolly. Just look at me.”
“I am; you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a bra.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, looking down at my chest. My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through and I might as well not have been wearing it for all the good it was doing. My breasts and the darker circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt wasn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although at least it hadn’t gone transparent.
“Yep, if only we could find a wet t-shirt contest for you to enter, you’d be a shoo-in.”
“No wonder all those people walking past have been staring at me,” I wailed. “I thought they felt sorry for me – they were obviously just ogling my boobs!”
It was that very heavy thundery rain, falling straight down, and I couldn’t have been more soaked if I’d jumped fully-clothed into a swimming pool. I’d have laughed if I hadn’t been so cross with myself. The galling thing was that I knew I was in the wrong: I should have checked the weather before coming out, and it wouldn’t have been a problem to put a small umbrella or my folding waterproof into my bag. So I couldn’t really blame anyone else, which only made it worse.
“Come on, make room for me under there,” I said, pressing my wet body against his as I tried to get under the umbrella.
I felt his cheek against mine, and heard him whisper in my ear. “You know, you really do look hot like that. It makes me want to fuck you.”
That came as a bit of a surprise, but he was turned on, too: I could feel the swell of his cock inside his trousers, pressing against my leg. I put my hand on it, and massaged it gently, feeling it stiffen even more.
“Come on then, big boy, let’s get back to your flat,” I giggled.
“I don’t think I can wait that long, I want you now.”
He placed his hand on my breast and began to knead it gently through my wet shirt. I could feel my nipple start to harden, and suddenly he pushed his hand up underneath my shirt and cradled my bare breast. I whimpered slightly, aroused by his touch.
God, he wasn’t usually like this in public. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak with such lust in his voice. I felt a surge of desire; the feel of his hand on my sensitive nipple made me want him too. I pressed myself against him, as his other hand moved up my bare thigh, under my skirt, stroking the front of my panties, then urgently pushing them to one side. I gasped, leaning further into him as his fingers parted my labia, then slipped right up inside my slippery tight vagina. I felt them curving inside me, tickling my soft spongy walls.
“Oh fuck, I want you too,” I whispered desperately, “Come on, there’s that little park over the road.”
Clinging together, we scuttled across the road through the rain, which was bouncing off the road like shotgun pellets. Luckily the park looked deserted, not even anyone sheltering under the trees. As soon as we reached the grass we embraced, our kisses urgent and hard. His hands began to paw roughly at my t-shirt, and I released him so he could drag it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my panties, the rain cascading off my almost naked body. His shirt was soon off too, and we almost fell together onto the grass as he pulled up my skirt, the front of his jeans undone to release his hard cock.
Knowing he liked me on top, I rolled him over and straddled him, teasing him by rubbing my pussy against his hard cock, smearing it with my sticky juices. Then, taking his cock in my hand, I guided him to the moist soft place between my legs. I felt his knob press against the entrance to my slit, then let myself slide down onto his hard meat, feeling it fill me inch by inch. I rested for a moment, the rain running down my back, then began to fuck him, squeezing him with my warm wet thighs as he met my movements with his own thrusts.
He reached up to stroke my bare dangling tits, then sat up to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue backwards and forwards, making it stand up like a little pink dimpled pebble. I began to rock backwards and forwards in his lap, his cock moving gently inside me.
This was nice, but I was hot with desire, and wanted him to take me harder. I let his cock slip out of me, and turned so my bum was facing him, crouching down with my forearms on the grass, offering myself to him doggy-style. He got the message and knelt behind me, grasping my hips in his hands, his cock resting against my bum. Then, without any more hesitation, he rammed his cock back inside, going as deep as he could. Now I could hear the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of his balls against my wet arse, and put my hand between my legs to rub the hard little button of my clitoris. I could smell the wet fresh grass and see the rain battering each green blade, as I felt my orgasm start to swell, starting deep inside me and rising quickly.
I rubbed my clit harder, my tits swinging to the rhythm of Jim’s thrusts. As my orgasm rolled over me, I let out a long cry, and clenched my vaginal muscles tight around his cock. My thighs shook, and I fell forward face down in the grass, my fists clenching the wet turf. His hands gripped my waist hard, and he began to come too, shuddering and moaning, holding me still as he shot bolt after bolt of his hot thick semen deep into me.
Steadily, I began to breathe more regularly as the final spasms of my orgasm died away. Jim slid his cock out, panting with excitement, and I rolled over onto the grass, legs apart as my pussy slowly stopped throbbing. A dribble of semen ran out onto the grass, and I groped for my rain-soaked panties, still lying where I had dropped them. I used them to wipe the smears of semen from my pussy, then abandoned them on the grass again. Jim was pulling on his t-shirt, and I did the same, smoothing it over my bare tits. The rain was easing off now, and we neither of us wanted to get caught by anyone coming back into the park. Soaking but happy, we held hands as we headed for home, for dry clothes and more sex.
Postscript
It was over a week later when I came across the video on the internet, entitled “Public Fuck in the Rain”. Whoever had filmed us, sheltering from the rain and unseen by us in our lust, must have had a camera with a good zoom and a steady hand. Considering the weather, the quality was very good, and there were some very nice shots of us fucking, including one of my ecstatic face as I came. The very last shot was a close-up of my panties on the grass, and a hand reaching to pick them up. I somehow suspected they would be soaked in some more sperm before too long.
“No way, Annie, you should have brought your own umbrella.”
“But it’s chucking it down! Look at me – I’m soaked already.”
“Didn’t you read the weather forecast? They said there were going to be short, thundery rainstorms today. Like this one.”
“But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?”
“That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.”
“I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.”
“Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora. You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet of yours about liking broccoli, you think she’s your best friend forever.”
“Look, can’t we find somewhere to shelter,” I grumbled, trying to change the subject. “Or at least let me squeeze up under your brolly. Just look at me.”
“I am; you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a bra.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, looking down at my chest. My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through and I might as well not have been wearing it for all the good it was doing. My breasts and the darker circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt wasn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although at least it hadn’t gone transparent.
“Yep, if only we could find a wet t-shirt contest for you to enter, you’d be a shoo-in.”
“No wonder all those people walking past have been staring at me,” I wailed. “I thought they felt sorry for me – they were obviously just ogling my boobs!”
It was that very heavy thundery rain, falling straight down, and I couldn’t have been more soaked if I’d jumped fully-clothed into a swimming pool. I’d have laughed if I hadn’t been so cross with myself. The galling thing was that I knew I was in the wrong: I should have checked the weather before coming out, and it wouldn’t have been a problem to put a small umbrella or my folding waterproof into my bag. So I couldn’t really blame anyone else, which only made it worse.
“Come on, make room for me under there,” I said, pressing my wet body against his as I tried to get under the umbrella.
I felt his cheek against mine, and heard him whisper in my ear. “You know, you really do look hot like that. It makes me want to fuck you.”
That came as a bit of a surprise, but he was turned on, too: I could feel the swell of his cock inside his trousers, pressing against my leg. I put my hand on it, and massaged it gently, feeling it stiffen even more.
“Come on then, big boy, let’s get back to your flat,” I giggled.
“I don’t think I can wait that long, I want you now.”
He placed his hand on my breast and began to knead it gently through my wet shirt. I could feel my nipple start to harden, and suddenly he pushed his hand up underneath my shirt and cradled my bare breast. I whimpered slightly, aroused by his touch.
God, he wasn’t usually like this in public. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak with such lust in his voice. I felt a surge of desire; the feel of his hand on my sensitive nipple made me want him too. I pressed myself against him, as his other hand moved up my bare thigh, under my skirt, stroking the front of my panties, then urgently pushing them to one side. I gasped, leaning further into him as his fingers parted my labia, then slipped right up inside my slippery tight vagina. I felt them curving inside me, tickling my soft spongy walls.
“Oh fuck, I want you too,” I whispered desperately, “Come on, there’s that little park over the road.”
Clinging together, we scuttled across the road through the rain, which was bouncing off the road like shotgun pellets. Luckily the park looked deserted, not even anyone sheltering under the trees. As soon as we reached the grass we embraced, our kisses urgent and hard. His hands began to paw roughly at my t-shirt, and I released him so he could drag it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my panties, the rain cascading off my almost naked body. His shirt was soon off too, and we almost fell together onto the grass as he pulled up my skirt, the front of his jeans undone to release his hard cock.
Knowing he liked me on top, I rolled him over and straddled him, teasing him by rubbing my pussy against his hard cock, smearing it with my sticky juices. Then, taking his cock in my hand, I guided him to the moist soft place between my legs. I felt his knob press against the entrance to my slit, then let myself slide down onto his hard meat, feeling it fill me inch by inch. I rested for a moment, the rain running down my back, then began to fuck him, squeezing him with my warm wet thighs as he met my movements with his own thrusts.
He reached up to stroke my bare dangling tits, then sat up to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue backwards and forwards, making it stand up like a little pink dimpled pebble. I began to rock backwards and forwards in his lap, his cock moving gently inside me.
This was nice, but I was hot with desire, and wanted him to take me harder. I let his cock slip out of me, and turned so my bum was facing him, crouching down with my forearms on the grass, offering myself to him doggy-style. He got the message and knelt behind me, grasping my hips in his hands, his cock resting against my bum. Then, without any more hesitation, he rammed his cock back inside, going as deep as he could. Now I could hear the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of his balls against my wet arse, and put my hand between my legs to rub the hard little button of my clitoris. I could smell the wet fresh grass and see the rain battering each green blade, as I felt my orgasm start to swell, starting deep inside me and rising quickly.
I rubbed my clit harder, my tits swinging to the rhythm of Jim’s thrusts. As my orgasm rolled over me, I let out a long cry, and clenched my vaginal muscles tight around his cock. My thighs shook, and I fell forward face down in the grass, my fists clenching the wet turf. His hands gripped my waist hard, and he began to come too, shuddering and moaning, holding me still as he shot bolt after bolt of his hot thick semen deep into me.
Steadily, I began to breathe more regularly as the final spasms of my orgasm died away. Jim slid his cock out, panting with excitement, and I rolled over onto the grass, legs apart as my pussy slowly stopped throbbing. A dribble of semen ran out onto the grass, and I groped for my rain-soaked panties, still lying where I had dropped them. I used them to wipe the smears of semen from my pussy, then abandoned them on the grass again. Jim was pulling on his t-shirt, and I did the same, smoothing it over my bare tits. The rain was easing off now, and we neither of us wanted to get caught by anyone coming back into the park. Soaking but happy, we held hands as we headed for home, for dry clothes and more sex.
Postscript
It was over a week later when I came across the video on the internet, entitled “Public Fuck in the Rain”. Whoever had filmed us, sheltering from the rain and unseen by us in our lust, must have had a camera with a good zoom and a steady hand. Considering the weather, the quality was very good, and there were some very nice shots of us fucking, including one of my ecstatic face as I came. The very last shot was a close-up of my panties on the grass, and a hand reaching to pick them up. I somehow suspected they would be soaked in some more sperm before too long.
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