Everything about me in 2023 is animalistic!
Ravished in the rain and shaking with pleasure.
The animalistic vigor with which he had shoved me against the tree and devoured my pussy had pushed my arousal out of control.
The planning committee had decided to hold our tenth high school reunion at Hillsboro State Park. On first thought, it sounded like a terrible idea, but with the volleyball and tennis courts and the caterer supplying a large enclosed tent, most people had a memorable time. An added advantage was casual dress.
Once all the planned events were out of the way, everyone mingled and renewed relationships, mostly bragging about their successes.
While my husband had a beer with an old friend, I wandered through the crowd and literally bumped into Johnny. My drink spilled down my front, and he apologized even though it was my fault as much as his.
During my last year at Hillsboro High, I had developed a fierce crush on Johnny Larsen, but because we moved in different circles, we had only eyed each other from a distance. I was the serious scholar preparing for admission to Stanford, and Johnny was the star receiver on the football team.
Not being a social butterfly, my only option was to go home at night and dream of Johnny, wondering how his cock would feel stretching my cunt, or how it would taste on my tongue. Countless nights I spent fondling myself, dreaming they were Johnny’s hands on my pussy and his fingers tweaking my nipples.
In the ten years since we graduated, Johnny had filled out and muscled up. On spotting him earlier in the afternoon, I had felt a distinct swelling between my legs. Oh yes, I may be married, but I still enjoy fantasizing.
We were both tired of the crowd, so a hike on one of the many short trails crisscrossing the park seemed the thing to do. The sun was low over the western hills, but light was plentiful, so we walked and talked of our lives since graduation, paying no attention to the dark cloud moving in from the southeast.
When the downpour hit us, we rushed hand in hand for the nearest shelter — an ancient oak barely hanging onto life. The cool rain poured through the nearly leafless limbs, wetting us to the bone.
The moment he fixed his eyes on me, I knew he would kiss me and he did. He glued his lips to mine, bold, insistent, and tasting of the rain.
I melted and opened to his probing tongue.
Lifting me bodily, he pressed me against the tree trunk and, belly to belly, held me there, the wet bark digging into my skin, his hungry eyes searching mine.
Realizing that he hungered for me, not food, a thrill surged though my body. It was hard to believe that after all these years Johnny Larsen was looking at me with lust. My heart pounded all the way to my toes, throbbing most intensely between my thighs.
My breathing became irregular as his hands glided over me, exploring. When he found my breasts, I remembered not wearing a bra.
Without breaking eye contact, he opened my shirt and pulled the sides wide, rendering me open to his eyes and the pelting rain. Taking my bare nipples between thumb and forefinger, he rolled them. Already hard as pebbles, they tightened more, each twist sending a potent pulse to my pussy.
Leaning in, he took a nipple between his lips, licked the tip with his stiffened tongue, and teased with his teeth, making my body shake in pleasure.
He kissed his way across my stomach to the barrier of my jeans, popped the snap, and slid the zipper down. After pushing them to my ankles, he maneuvered my feet free, and laid my saturated denims in a crook of the tree, leaving my panties the only barrier to his goal. He licked at the pink nylon covering, pressing the fabric into my pussy. I expected he would pull my underwear down and off. Instead, using fingers and teeth, he tore through the crotch and pushed the remnant to my waist, baring my privates to his eyes, the wind, and the rain. Leaning close to my overheated pussy, he inhaled deeply and moaned.
My knees buckled at the notion of Johnny inhaling the scent of my cunt.
Squatting, he inserted his forearms between my thighs, and cupped my butt cheeks, one in each hand. Holding me thus, he kissed halfway down one thigh then back up the other to my cunt. Slipping his tongue into my folds, he teased my clit, while the rain bombarded my breasts and streamed across my stomach.
I was already on the verge of coming when, using his arms, he spread my thighs wider and pulled my open pussy to his face. Closing his mouth over my rain-soaked, overheated flesh, he worked my swollen little button with his tongue, lips, and teeth until my body shook.
After half a dozen passes of his tongue, I lost it. My body quivered and twitched through a powerful orgasm. I would have collapsed in a heap, if not for his mouth and face pushing me into the rough bark.
When I was capable of standing alone, he stood and pressed me into the tree, kissing me. The very wickedness of tasting myself on his lips brought me a second orgasm.
I heard his zipper open, then felt the press of his erection on my belly.
Johnny grabbed my buttocks with both hands and lifted, moving my body further up the tree.
I trembled, anticipating his cock stretching me wide, filling me. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in my life. The pounding of my heart was deafening, but through it all, I heard someone’s phone ringing.
Suddenly I was back on my feet, weak-kneed, disoriented.
Johnny stood a foot away, looking at his cellphone. “Oh fuck. It’s my wife.”
I leaned against the tree, half-aware of Johnny cursing under his breath and answering his phone.
The animalistic vigor with which he had shoved me against the tree and devoured my pussy had pushed my arousal out of control.
Staring down at his throbbing cock, I dropped to my knees on the wet grass and took his erection into my hands, running my nose along its length, relishing his scent.
Desiring his body naked, I loosened his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers to his feet.
Johnny was still on the phone, but he must have agreed with my action, for he stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside, giving me complete access to his body. I cupped his balls in my hands, licking them, tasting the rain as it poured across his belly.
The downpour had lessened slightly, but the rain still drenched us with cool sweet water. Opening my mouth wide, I took his crown to the back of my throat. The feel of Johnny’s silky flesh on my tongue made me giddy. It tasted of salt and rain. If I could, I would have taken him deeper.
Immersed as I was in the sensual thrill of sucking his dick, I didn’t hear what Johnny said to his wife, but, just as I grew accustomed to the feel of his shaft in my mouth, I felt his hands on my arms.
He drew me up, and I found my back once more against the tree. My left knee hung in the crook of his elbow, and his hard cock nudged the entrance to my vagina.
Slick from my saliva and the rain, his erection slipped in, stretching me as I had never before been stretched.
Covering my mouth with his, Johnny plundered my lips and tongue as his cock plundered my pussy, fucking me with long slow strokes, drawing out the ecstasy of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
Somehow, without my realizing, Johnny had removed his shirt. The feel of his rain slickened chest rubbing mine brought closer to the edge. My tongue dueled with his, hoping to inspire a quicker pace. I needed it hard. I worked my hips, trying for direct contact with my clit. I doubled my own pelvic thrusts, but still I needed more.
Finally I broke the kiss and yelled into the rain. “Fuck me, Johnny. Bruise me. Fuck me hard and…”
He took my mouth again, cutting off my words and began pounding me, his strokes still long but fast, each thrust driving my back into the tree.
My orgasm began with the first volley, and each bite of the bark drove me higher until I screamed my release into his mouth.
Johnny followed almost immediately. His body froze, and he pumped everything he had into me.
When he released my leg, his cock came out with a wet plop as I slid down the tree trunk.
I needed to taste him. Unable to resist, I dropped to my knees. Engulfing two inches of his softening dick, I suckled at the remnants of our cum. Then, standing, I kissed him to share our flavors.
The rain had all but stopped, and, like two nearly drowned puppies, we pulled on wet clothes and returned to the party and our spouses. I couldn’t speak for Johnny, but, for me, it was a rainstorm to remember.
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