A Rainy Day - Sex Stories

A Rainy Day

... tongue entwined with each other.

He started kissing me deeply and then slid sideways down onto the blanket. John pulled me down with him. He rolled over on top of me to kiss me and nibble down the column of my throat, across my collar bone, over the top of my shoulder while tracing a zigzag path down to my nipple, as big cold drops splattered on her face.

I arched up to meet his mouth and threw my head back as he gave a gentle bite on my nub.

"Oh... John!" I moaned.

John looked in to my eyes for a second and again, licked the rain from my cleavage in a burning path to the other. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around, tugging slightly with his lips as it shriveled up into a rock-hard nub. He ran his warm tongue along the soft underside of my medium-sized breast, then slid lower to kiss my ribs.

"Mmm..." I whimpered softly as he licked the accumulated rainwater from my belly button. John exhaled before pressing a long, tender kiss on my pubic mound, making me moan loudly as he nibbled further down my inner thigh. John firmly grabbed my but-cheeks as he continued licking the inside of my knee.

I squirmed and raised her hips into his hand, silently begging for more, reaching to touch his hair.

"Oh! John!" I begged, bucking my hips. "Please!"

John bit my knee, and I pulled his hair to try to draw him up to me. He pulled away and sat back on his heels just out of reach as he wiggled his thumb in deeper and watched my face, ...

... moving his thumb in a circular way on my button. My hands clawed at the wet blanket and the beads of rainwater gathered in a river between my tits to pool in the hollow at the base of my throat, rippling and overflowing in time with my breathing. He slipped a finger inside my hot, slippery wetness, then two fingers, and massaged the little mass of my G-spot as well as my outer bean.

"Ohhh fucckk!" I groaned as my body spasmed and shuddered with the power of my orgasm, lifting alternately my shoulders and hips from the blanket with its intensity. He stared at me with his eyes widened as the my hot cum squirted out all over his hand and wrist.

"WOW, Stacey!"

I blushed when I heard him saying that. John, with grin on his face, slid down to taste my juices. His fingers began to continue the unfinished work inside my wet hole while his tongue took over where his thumb had been. I almost immediately began to gasp and squeal as another smaller orgasm over took my body.

"John," I yelled. "I want you in me!"

I pulled his hair and stroked his ear. He moaned and growled deep in his throat, and then crawled up, kissing my belly. He then kissed my nipples as my hands twined through his hair and around to claw at his back, and my legs wrapping around his thighs and butt. John stared at me for a moment with a devilish smile on his face as I lay there squirming.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded. John held her gaze as I felt my tender lips gently parting, making a path for ...