met years ago, two strangers who became friends and later
lovers. You are stunning now as you were then, but life
and obligations have allowed us to drift apart. We are no
longer open with all our feelings and emotions yet we still
hang on by a thread at this thing we call marriage.
I try something new, well not totally new, just something
I haven't done in a while. I set up reservations for dinner
and have tickets for the movie ready. A wonderful night
out with my beautiful wife, what more can a man ask?
Our perfect night out becomes a disaster in a flash. The
dinner reservations are lost and we wait for forty minutes
to get a table. This frustrates you as I can hear your thoughts
bang into my mind.
The food was fine but we couldn't enjoy it as much as we
like because of the frustration of the wait and we had to
rush to the theater for the movie. Strike one in my plan
and we only just begun.
We arrive late to the theater, rush right in and struggle
to find a pair of seats in the dark. The movie was horrible.
As we sat through it I can see your frustration grow. Strike
three in my plan and I feel I better get going before I
completely strike out.
The weather just adds another wrinkle to the disastrous
evening. We run in the downpour to our car. Our clothes
are soak and we shiver as I fumble with the keys to start
the car. I turn the heater on so warm air can circulate
in the car and we can dry off some. Definite third strike
to the so-called perfect evening.
The heat rises on the rain blacken road as the wet cold
air takes over. I drive through the unrelenting rain as
we cut through the pebble size drops. The windshield wipers
thrash about as they try to clear the water off the window;
it gets more dangerous to continue our trek home.
We are quiet throughout the drive. Just the music from the
car stereo kept us company. We were both distant as I keep
my attention on the road and your mind travels elsewhere.
I slow down and pull off the treacherous road. Slowly I
pull up next to the guardrail so we can sit and wait out
the rain. "Sorry baby, but the road takes to many turns
up ahead and it is hard to see right now."
You smile, a silent agreement as you place your hands on
my thigh, squeeze and look ahead at the dark abyss ahead
of us. You turn your head as your eyes search the oncoming
traffic. Nothing is there and we are alone on the road.
A steady strum of rainfall on the top of the car. I watch
her as she searches the dark road around us and ask her,
"What's the matter?"
You lift your finger to my mouth as it stops me from talking
and shake your head. You smile; your eyes never leave mine
and whisper "I am going to dance in front of the headlights
on this rainy summer night just for you."
My eyes bulge, disbelief to my ears. I haven't seen this
much passion in your eyes in some time, but today it covers
you completely and I am going to reap the rewards of it.
"You have to promise me you will not leave the car.
You will sit in here and enjoy my strip tease." You
smile at me as you continue your gaze. "I want your
complete attention, your eyes on me always. I want to see
your hands on the steering wheel at all times, no where
else or I will stop."
I nod my head like a young child who has been offered candy;
"I would do this for you. You have my word on this."
You stand in the rain as the drops fall on you and caress
your body. Your silk white shirt bonds to you as if it were
part of your olive tone skin. The short, black skirt struggles
to stay in one place as the weight of the rainwater makes
it heavier then normal. You fight with your hair to keep
it from your face as it mats itself from the weight of the
water to your forehead. Your ruby colored lips glisten under
the lights as they tremble from the wet chill in the night
The headlights of my car beam like spotlights as they accent
your figure through your wet clothes. You wrap your hands
around your chest, holding yourself as you try to stay warm.
I turn on the music, rhythmic beat blare into the air and
they urge you to dance in front of the headlights and under
the thunderous sky.
Your hands go to your hips as the music blares into your
mind. You gyrate as the car's eyes watch you intently. Your
eyes close as the wave of sound fills you and makes you
sway from left to right in a hypnotic euphoria. Your hands
reach for the sky as you look up to see the clouds open
and release their rain down on you.
I look from within the warm safety of the car as my hands
settle on my chin. I smile, as your inhibition is lost.
Your head sways and your hair follows as it frees the water
once trapped in it. You begin your erotic strip tease under
the opening skies.
Your hands reach for your silk, white shirt, tear it open,
and allow your skin to feel the cold wetness firsthand and
strip it off your shoulders. The pearl like buttons bounce
aimlessly in front of your feet on the ground. They make
small splashes as they continue to bounce beneath the car
and off to the side. You toss your shirt into the night
air and it disappears from sight.
You climb on the hood of the car, crawl to the window and
stare into my eyes through the shield between us. You feel
the warmth of the motor beneath you as you explicitly enjoy
the feel of the cold wet air and the smooth warm hood.
Your eyes capture my gaze as you entice me to join you.
They scream with a passion I've never seen in you before.
You let go of the glare as your hands roam your breasts
and caress the mountainous mounds of flesh with your fingertips.
Your breasts heave under the cold water as your crimson
red satin bra struggles to hold them in. Darken circles
in the center push out towards the car and beckon me to
My tongue slides over my lips. I lick the dryness off them
and wish I could savor the taste of the rain off your skin.
I struggle with the thought but talk myself out of it; this
is your dance, your private show just for me. You told me
to enjoy the exhibition, and I will do your wish today.
My hands stay on the steering wheel with tight grip as my
knuckles turn pale white from the strain. I want to grab,
kiss and make love to you this very instant. You turn your
back to me; kneel on the hood as your weight dents it in.
I shake my head slowly as I watch you slowly lower the skirt
and wiggle it off your hips.
Carefully you slide off the rain slick hood and fall on
your two feet. You bend over slightly; I can barely see
your buttocks over the hood, and lower the skirt off your
thighs. Your butt smiles at me as the cotton red thong peeks
out of one end and covers your womanhood from my sight on
the other end.
Raindrops bounce off your skin as steam rises off you into
the cold air. You look back as you try to see if my eyes
are still on you. You smile; you know I will obey your wishes
as I stare intently at your backside. You run your right
hand over your side to your posterior and playfully smack
it. The water splashes as your hand meets your skin. You
grimace with a hiss from the sting and pleasure. You do
this three more times, each time harder and more pleasurable
then the last.
You ascend back on the car hood and toss your skirt to one
side. Again your clothes disappear in the night air. You
stand on the hood and I watch the wet thigh highs lose the
mold of your legs. Jet-black heels accent your feet as the
white thigh high stockings struggle to stay on your legs
from the weight of the water. You turn, back to me and lower
yourself to your knees and rest your posterior on your heels.
You look beautiful from behind, your body forms the shape
of a cello, beautiful smooth curves. Your actions begin
to drive me insane with lust. I need to break the bondage
of the car, but my word I keeps me in my place.
Your knees spread and your thighs follow. You begin to grind
your hips to the purr of the engine. Your bottom rises and
falls as your legs spread and close. Your body makes love
to the hood as your ride becomes more sensual and sexual.
The engine's vibration hums up your thighs through your
thong, inside your womanhood and into your soul. Your eyes
glaze back as you squirm slowly to the maddening beats of
the music. You place your hands flat on the car hood; its
warmth runs through them as the vibrations crawl through
The vision of your movement on my hood mesmerizes me. Your
hair adheres itself to your back as if glued onto your skin.
I cannot contain my strain much longer as I see you reach
behind your back.
Your fingers reach for the clamps that hold your bra to
your body. Slowly they teasingly unclamp your bra off. One
by one I see your fingers release their union as the bra
slowly loses its war with your breasts.
The final clamp loses its battle with your fingers. The
straps of your bra gingerly hold on to your shoulders and
then fall lifelessly off your shoulders. Your free hand
grabs the front of your bra before it falls off and reveals
your fleshy mounds. You stand again, feet back on the ground.
You turn to me and smile innocently at me, that devilish
angelic smile I've fallen in love with.
Boldly you lift your hand, rip the bra from your skin, only
to replace it mischievously with your other hand before
I can get a glimpse of your full breasts. A glimpse I wish
for, I am in for more then just a glimpse of your breast.
Your free hand rises to the sky, as it meets your other
hand and grips your bra. You spread your arms apart as your
hands grip to one end of the bra. You open it; display the
bra to my eyes.
I lower my head and shake it as a smirk comes to my face.
"You are so crazy," I say to myself as I try take
my mind off my harden friend between my legs.
raise my head back and you prance wild, free, and in love
with the night-wet air. Your bra lands with a wet thud on
the windshield. I jump back and scream, "what the!"
The wiper catches the bra and drags it left and right as
it smears the rain on the windshield. My vision is of you
is minimal as you continue your rain dance in front of my
You stop your dance as the song stops. You look back at
me, waiting to see what new dance you will do. A love ballad
begins and it tempers your mood. You go from the reckless
abandonment of the thumping music to the solemn gyration
of the ballad. Your eyes lower as you do your seductress
walk towards the car.
Your hands move up to your hips. You twirl the thin straps
of the thong around your fingers. Slowly you lower each
side, one at a time, showing the naked flesh around your
womanhood. Each time you get bolder and show more. Each
time I grow stronger, harder and more in need for your core.
My mouth opens wide as disbelief comes to my mind. I see
your body, nude in the night's cold wet air. Goosebumps
crawl all over you as the light from the car bounces off
your wet skin.
Your bottom lip trembles as you continue your dance. You
sway slowly to the rhythmic ballad my eyes lovingly stare
at you. Naked before me you stand, the sweetest creature
on the earth, the woman of my dreams, heart and soul.
I open the door and step out of the car into the cold rain.
My body heat lowers but my lust for you is still on the
rise. I walk towards you and hear you laugh and sing as
if a nubile sexual goddess took over your body.
I stand beside you and bring your body close to mine. I
swing my arms around you and wrap my jacket on your shoulders
to warm you up a little. I hold you tight to my body to
protect you from the rain. I can feel your burn as your
flesh is on fire.
You stare into my eyes, "dance with me lover. Rain
dance with me tonight."
How can I refuse her? How can anyone?