Rainy Day Woman
by
Aahlu
by
Aahlu
It was raining hard when I went to the loo at seven thirty, bucketing down in torrents and accompanied by a horrible gusty wind.
I took off my wet clothes, got into bed with Her and very soon we both were asleep.
At eight when She arose for the same purpose rain still battered our windows as if the house itself was adrift at sea. She shoved her cold bum into my lap comfortingly when She came back. I got hold of Her tits and we went back to sleep.
At ten past nine the phone rang but She let the answerphone take it. Its only the office She said sleepily, Her tits feeling wonderfully squeezy in my hands.
“Fuck for breakfast?” she asked at quarter past. Dear delicious girl, she always sleeps naked when She is with me. I agreed and ate of her hungrily.
The phone rang again and nine thirty and again at a quarter to ten while we were at it lazily, half listening to the answerphone’s burble in between everything else.
.
She came with a little grunt and a wriggle just before ten but it had gone quarter past before She’d finished with me.
I thought about coffee round about ten thirty but my fingers and one leg were still trapped so I couldn’t get away.
At eleven I managed to escape, feeling numb and wet and already exhausted but I went to make some coffee eventually.
She had extra sugar in Hers, and three biscuits, one which She chewed and dribbled onto her tits. Deliberately so I’d lick it off; I know Her alright!
At twenty past I had to move because of crumbs in the bed and by half past we were both dozing again nicely.
At twelve, needing lunch I suppose, She turned over and began to suck me. I let her get on with it, just managing to put one hand on her head sort of dreamily. She swallowed every drop of my stuff when I came.
I suppose we slept again after that, dozed anyway ‘cos when I looked again it had gone one. There was rain on the window and a wet patch in the bed. Eventually still half asleep She got up and went to the loo.
Guess what? She wanted me to fuck Her again when She came back. I fiddled with Her for a while as She stood there and found Her all wet. I knew it wasn’t rain, it was an invitation to lick, so I moved down the bed and She sat on my head.
She is insatiable, whatever that is, and very juicy too. At one thirty She wriggled off and climbed onto my other end. I was terribly tired, but sometimes I just have to give in to these things.
By two p.m the bed and us were moving with a synchronous regularity, the headboard beating good time on the wall while some spring or other gave out a pathetic little squeak.
Gods knees, this is a long session, I was beginning to think when, with a little shriek She gushed quite unexpectedly. Still drained I couldn’t quite manage anything quite as copious as that.
But I gave Her a little squirt or two, at five past, eventually, all I could manage, which brought on the usual sighing, slithery collapse in a heap.
She lay so I could feel her some more if I wanted to and by twenty to three I discovered I did. By ten to there was another very wet patch in the bed.
We’ll have to start thinking about building an ark soon, I thought idly, as rain continued to course down the window unabated. Single handed I despaired of finding two wallabies or elephants at that time of the day. I’d enough trouble with the pair of things I already had.
I’d found two tits of course, though only one hand was currently free to fiddle with them, until around three thirty when she orgasmed again.
Surely she will sleep now, I thought to myself, savouring the scent of my, now removed, aching right hand. Instead, at ten to four she leaned over to scrabble in a bedside drawer and, marvel of marvels, moments later her endeavours brought forth chocolate.
“I’ve been saving this for a rainy day!” She said with a grin. We sat up, sort of, side by side and by four thirty we’d munched our way through two whole bars of it. We needed a little more of each other soon after that.
At five, or thereabouts, after a futile attempt to fuck Her again, I resigned myself to making her come by other means. You’ve all heard of the alternate uses for a Mars bar, I am sure. Well we did some variations on that. I don’t think the rain had stopped for a single second all day but whether it had or it hadn’t I didn’t really care.
By half past She was writhing and wriggling wondrously as I licked all the chocolate and toffee from inside, outside and around Her.
“There are two more of those in the drawer” She told me from somewhere under the rumpled wreckage of quilt when I had a short pause for breath.
At five to six my knees were beginning to hurt from all the kneeling at the side of the bed and Her legs were getting heavier on my shoulders and back.
At six we relocated properly back into bed. It grew dark, from the low clouds I suppose, which still threw torrential rain at the window unabated. For a while we fiddled around with each other dreamily, Her fingers and mine like little spiders, wandering everywhere.
“The world might have drowned outside” She suggested, round about half past six.
“Or run out of chocolate!” I replied.
She groaned and She giggled and, only half hard I managed to get up her again. She was so wet and slippery She hardly felt me slip in. There is a lot to be said for a rainy day woman. Specially an insatiable one with a secret hoard of chocolate.
I produced the minutest offering that time but, agreeably receptive, She added it to all the rest.
Then at ten to seven Her husband came home, cold wet and horny, took one look at the situation and joined us in bed.
© Aahlu 31.03.10.
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Sun, 18th April, 2010
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