September Rain

The movie had just ended, and it was raining outside the theater. The air carried with it the fresh and exhilarating scents of autumn, albeit with the slight foreshadowing chill of winter. Our group stood on the sidewalk, laughing and smiling as we recounted memorable quotes from the film we had just seen.

Eventually, we all braced ourselves and prepared to run out into the rain, making beelines towards our cars. Just as I was about to launch into the bittersweet embrace of a fall rain, I heard her voice.

“Hey, Andy!” I turned at the sound to see Anna there, standing on the sidewalk with her eyes looking at me nervously. “Yeah?” I replied, putting my car-ward charge on hold for the moment.

“Would you mind driving me home? My sister drove me here, so I don’t have a ride.”

“Sure thing,” I replied, remembering that her house wasn’t too far out of my way. “Do you need to stop anywhere else, or are you going straight home?”

“Straight home,” she said, a relieved smile spreading across her face.

“You don’t happen to have an umbrella, do you?” I asked in hopeful expectancy.

“No, sorry,” she replied, noticeably crestfallen at the thought.

“That’s fine,” I said. “Are you okay to run out to the car?”

“Sure, yeah,” she responded, as she visibly braced herself for the cold downpour.

Inhaling deeply, we both charged out into the freezing rain, feeling it soak down into our clothes and press against our skin. In a few moments (though they seemed infinitely prolonged by the cold) we found ourselves in my old Toyota Camry.

“You can play any music you want,” I informed her as I started the car, immediately turning on the windshield wipers. She obliged, flipping through our town’s various pop stations.

Eventually she came across one playing some type of mournful ballad, with a heavy piano part and breathy, emotional vocals. Her hand hesitated on the dial for a long while before she finally moved on.

“You can play that song if you like,” I told her, not sure why she wouldn’t.

“Oh, that’s fine,” she brushed it off, “it was just one of Dylan’s favorites.”

“Oh yeah! How’s that going?” I asked obliviously. The brief, pregnant pause before her response told me everything I needed to know.

“It’s not,” she responded kindly, although her face was markedly downcast. “We broke it off last week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said hurriedly, trying to make up for my obvious social blunder. The rest of the car ride was quiet except for the steady stream of pop songs spilling out of my Camry’s speakers. Every time I would glance over to Anna, it seemed as if she were biting back tears.

As I rolled up in her empty driveway, I exited the car to escort her to the door. She pulled out her keys, and, after fiddling with them for a second in the rain, quickly unlocked it. She crossed her threshold and then turned to look at me.

“Well… goodbye, I guess?” I asked, unsure.

After a moment’s hesitation, she replied. “You can come in if you want, Andy. No need to stay out there in the rain.”

I readily obliged, accepting any invitation to step out of the freezing September rainfall. I stood on her welcome mat and shut the door slightly behind me.

“Anna, if you need anyone to talk to-“ I began, stepping off the doormat. As I did so the slick sole of my shoe slid across her floor, and I stumbled into her.

I felt her warmth, and she undoubtedly felt mine. I pulled away quickly, and attempted to make some excuse. But my mouth wouldn’t make any noise. I looked into her eyes – full, expectant, sad, and hopeful. She took a step forward. My mind raced.

She locked her hand in mine.

Then she kissed me.

It was so unexpected, but at the same time felt perfect. It seemed right. Fitting. Her tender lips traced mine, tasting the lingering raindrops. Then she pressed them against mine, as her gorgeous eyes slowly closed. I took a step into her, our bodies pressed tightly against one another. We stood like that for a moment, allowing our bodies to relay the communication that our words could not. Then she shed her coat. Her shoes. Her sweater and undergarments. She helped me with mine, until the two of us were there, totally exposed.

We stumbled back, our lips once again locked in hungry kisses, our arms wrapped around one another, searchingly. I felt the warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, and the wetness of the rain on her.

As she pulled her mouth away, she smiled and laughed. It was joyous. Happy. Content. Her eyes shined as she looked at me, and with another happy laugh she pushed me back onto her couch.

She slowly placed herself on me, with my cock slipping gingerly into her tight, soaking wet pussy. As she settled on top of it, she looked at me, her eyes now genuinely excited and her mouth open in a breathy moan.

She slid herself up and down on me, slowly at first.

Then faster.

She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she gained speed.

Her voluminous breasts made wonderful clapping sounds as she accelerated, bouncing them up and down.

Soon my mouth was open too, as I was unable to hold back my groans. She closed my mouth with hers.

She went faster – I didn’t believe she could go any faster, but every time my mind thought this she proved me wrong. Our lips were still locked in that one, unbelievable kiss.

At last I had to separate my lips from hers as I violently moaned, her ass clapping on my hips as her pussy went up and down my shaft. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as her pussy slid off my throbbing cock.

“I’m com-, it’s, I’m,” I stuttered, disoriented.

My penis throbbed and my hips thrust forward as my white, hot cum shot violently into the air. At this my whole body went limp, exhausted by the pleasure.

The rest of the day was a blur. I remembered getting dressed, cleaning up our mess, and then heading back home in my car.

But the rest of the day my body was still enjoying the aftershocks of that intense pleasure. Maybe September rain wasn’t so bad after all.