She sat in her car and listened to the rain pounding on her windshield. Thoughts of him haunted her. How was she going to leave? How? Why does she care? He doesn’t! He acted like she meant nothing to him. Her breathing hastened, her was face drenched from crying and covered by the rain. He just stood there, no expression, nothing.
“I’m done with you. I’m leaving and that’s it!”
He had no reaction; he just stood there looking at her. So she got in her car and left. speeding off and peeling down the spiraled, lonely road. The wipers were on as fast as they could go. “Why was I such an idiot?” she said. “How could I have believed for one minute that he loved me?”
She didn’t care about how hard it was raining or how slippery the roads were. She just knew she had to get out of that town and away from him. She noticed the lights from an Alabama State Trooper cruiser behind her and pulled over to the side of the road. “Shit, I don’t need this,” she said as she wiped her face and laid her head back on her headrest.
There was a tap on her window. She slowly rolled her window down to realize it was him. He stood there in his uniform, drenched by the downpour. His shirt clung to the rippled muscles in his chest , accentuating every curve and bulge.
“What do you want?” she asked him angrily.
“Why did you leave? I was talking!”
“You could’ve fooled me!”
He reached in and turned off the car. “Well, you ran off before I could say anything!”
She swatted at his hand, removing the keys from her ignition. “Whatever! You had plenty of time to say something, but just like always, you said nothing.” She got out and stood in the rain with him. “Just like you didn’t say anything when I said I got the job. And when I said I would take the job, you still didn’t say anything… You never say anything! Why is it so hard for you to say I love you and I don’t want you to go?”
He just stood there, his face soaked, and stared in her tear filled brown eyes.
“Exactly. Goodbye.” She snatched the keys from him and turned to get back in her car.
He reached out and grabbed her arm. “Wait!”
She slowly turned around and looked at him.
“I don’t want you to go.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”
He gently moved the saturated hair that was stuck to her mouth and slowly drew her face in closer to his until their lips were inches from touching. She could feel his warm breath as he said, “I love you and I don’t want you to go.”
He pulled her lips into his and kissed her softly. His lips were soft, yet strong. The pouring rain could not quench the brewing fire that was arising between them. One of his hands gripped the back of her neck and the other squeezed her body close to him. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck in an act of approval of his embracing kiss. His hand searched the hallows of her back and slowly glided along the silhouette of her behind. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth. She pulled back from his kiss and stared into his deep grey eyes. She was so deeply in love with him. Just looking at him standing there, soaked in rain, made her love him even more. He pulled her back in and pressed her lips to his, caressing them more than kissing them.
He pulled back to look into her eyes once more as he walked forward, guiding her back up against the side of the cruiser. He pulled her up in his arms and sat her on the hood of his cruiser. She slowly leaned back as his hand explored her neck, breasts, thighs, and legs. She could feel the heat from his hands through the thin, rain-soaked fabric of her skirt.
His touch was gentle, yet had strength. His hand glided up her abdomen and he began to unbutton her midriff shirt, exposing her red lace bra. His mouth moistened at the site of her perfectly round bosoms. He leaned over to slowly and seductively kiss her flat and smooth abdomen as his hand reached around behind her to unhinge her bra. The moment her breast were freed, he enclosed one of her cocoa brown nipples in his mouth. Her smooth skin was wet, warm, and soft. There was an electric charge around them. She could feel her body temperature rise and her pussy moisten.
He pulled her down closer to him and she could feel his dick was hard as he pressed himself against her. He glided one of his hands up her thigh and under her denim mini skirt and moved her panties to the side. She let out a loud moan as his fingers searched for her moist opening. Initially, she squirmed from the slight tight resistance, but exhaled as his fingers glided inside. The steady downpour of the cool rain felt good against her warm exposed breasts.
His testicles tightened in his pants as his stiffened penis pressed against the zipper. He leaned in close to her and slowly traced his mouth along the line of her neck tasting the salty sweetness of her skin and the rain.
He stood over her, and with their eyes connected to one another , he began to undo his pants and zipper. She waited in anticipation for him to be inside her. He reached up and caressed her lips and rain soaked breasts as he plunged himself inside her. Her body squirmed beneath him as he began a slow wind between her thighs. She arched her body in an effort to feel him deeper inside. Every circle of his hips drove her close to madness. She could barely yell out from the downpour of rain that stifled her as she held her head back.
Her shapely and beautiful body taunted him to go deeper and deeper inside her. He grabbed either side of her small waist and pulled her into him. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They couldn’t speak; all they could do was gaze into each other’s eyes. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a forceful and sensuous kiss.
His pulses became sharper and more erratic as he began to reach his pleasure peak. Her lips began to quiver and she felt the waves of passion rising within her. She couldn’t hold it, it was too much. She released him and fell back on the hood in a shuddering explosion of passion that she felt in every nerve of her body.
The feeling of her orgasm made her wetter and it also made it harder for him to maintain. His knees weakened and his pulses became harder and longer as he exploded inside her.
He collapsed, laying his head on her breasts. They were both breathing heavily and speechless.
She lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his thick curly hair. He sat up, looked up into her eyes and said with a confident smile, “Was that clear enough?”
She broke into a wide smile. “That’ll do.”1