HNT #10

Half Naked Towel-rail.

Look ma, no hands…!

Rain

Walking through the field, the crop was waist-high. The expanse of wheat spread out in front of us like an undulating sea of gold, the low sun in the sky giving it warmth and depth, the breeze bringing welcome relief from the searing heat, and swaying the stalks gently back and forth.

It was close, dark clouds rolling in and soaking up the light, and I felt sweat running down my spine. The rest of the family had headed back to avoid the potential downpoor, so it was just the two of us in the middle of this vast, flat expanse. I trailed my fingers behind me, brushing them on the soft yellow ears, and then looked ahead. She surged on, pushing between the brittle stems, her light short frock swinging with her hips, the mid-thigh hem riding up over her silken legs as she strode towards the middle of the field.

The first raindrop landed on my cheek.

“We’re going to get soaked”, I called out, a wry smile stretching across my mouth as I considered the inevitable effect on her white cotton dress. She said nothing, but ploughed on, finally bursting out into a small clearing in the crop, covered with grass and weeds.

Larger droplets began to fall, and a low rumble eminated from beyond the trees on the far side of the field. My hair and shirt started to cool as they became wet and I joined her in the clearing. She was spinning, arms out, head back and looking at the dark sky, her skirt flaring out so far I could almost see her underwear. Then she stopped, and turned to face me. Her face was wet and shiny, her hair starting to settle slick against her head as the rain became heavier. Her dress was transforming from pure white to fleshy pink, the parts that weren’t pleated or ruffled were rapidly becoming transparent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Have you ever fucked in a rainstorm?”

I hesitated, wondering if I’d heard her right, my eyes widening and my cock starting to stiffen.

“Well, have you?”, she demanded, looking me straight in the eye, her wet glistening lips raised in a delectable smile. “Not yet”, I replied, wondering what she was playing at.

“I’ve always wanted to. Do you want to?”

Without waiting for my response, she walked over to me, and pushed her lips against mine. The were wet and warm, water dripping down her nose and cheek as we kissed in the downpour. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, finding hers and tasting her sweetness. Her eys were open, gazing straight at me, water droplets collecting on her long lashes.

Her hands slipped around my waist and up my back, under my soaked t-shirt. Her fingers roamed over my skin, eager, strong, massaging my muscles and feeling my shape. I took her hips and pulled her against me, my hard cock flat against both our stomachs. When she felt it against her, she ground harder into me, and I could feel the soft mound of her sex pushing against the base of my shaft and my straining balls.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me”, she burst out when our lips parted. “Ever since you first met the family, back when I was 15. I reckon you wanted me even then.”

I held her gaze. I couldn’t deny it. I’d watched her mature through her teens, and now in her early twenties she was a beautiful young woman, sender legs, small but firm breasts, a well rounded bottom, and looks to die for. I nodded, slowly licking my lips.

“So come on then” she hissed, stepping backwards away from me, and lifting her arms to run her fingers through her drenched hair. “I’ve thought about this for years, so don’t disappoint me”.

She dropped her hands to her shoulders, and pulled the thin straps of her sodden maxi-dress down, and the whole garment dropped to the ground, leaving her standing in just her bra and boy-shorts. The rain teemed off her body, streaming down her belly, soaking into her knickers; they were obviously designed to be translucent at the best of times, but now they were wet the sheer had become totally transparent… the dark strip of her pussy clear as day.

I stripped off my t-shirt, breathing in deeply as the cool raindrops hit my bare skin, slicking my chest hair and defining the line down to my navel. I stepped over to her, still not touching, and laid the shirt out in front of her, before pulling her to me and kissing her again. Her skin was smooth and slippery with the rain; I slid my hands around behind her, and flicked open the clasp of her bra, and immediately her tongue thrust deeper into my mouth, a deep “Mmmmm” humming on her lips. My cock was pulsating inside my shorts, pressed against her belly, and I was desperate for her to touch it, but I slipped my hand between her legs, savouring the hot slick touch of her lips through the thin fabric, before drawing my fingers up to her abdomen and pushing her away from me.

Her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? Don’t stop – I won’t tell anyone about this!”, she exclaimed with a desperate tone.

“I have … wanted you all these years… …but…”, I calmed her, letting my words trail, and seeing her eyes widen, the fear of whether I was having doubts, second thoughts – whether she’d crossed the line of playful banter too far, “…. before I fuck you, you’re going to do what longed for since I first saw you. You’re going to get on your knees, and take my cock between your delicious lips.”

The relief spread across her face in a wide grin. Her jaw dropped, and her tongue ran across her top lip, absent-mindedy brushing aside the raindrops.

She shrugged her shoulders, and he small cotton bra fell away. She caught it as the strap slipped off her arm, and she bent to drop it onto my t-shirt, to keep it off the muddy grass. When she stood up, I just gazed at her body – he tanned skin smooth and shining as the rain ran down it, he small plump tits pert and firm, the browny pink circles of her nipples sparkling with drops of water, hard like tiny bullets. She looked so good that I felt I could almost come just watching her.

“You like?”, she asked, obviously enjoying my expression, her eyes fixed on the taut point sticking out at the front of my shorts. I nodded, barely able to speak, and flicked open the top button, drawing down the zip slowly and deliberately, before pushing them down to the floor and kicking them aside. I stood naked, my cock hard and thick, bobbing slightly as the blood surged through it, streams of rain water dripping off my tight balls. “You like?”, I reciprocated, and she nodded too as she stepped forward and dropped to her knees.

She slid her one hand around my length, and the thumb and forefinger of her other hand around the base of my shaft, her other fingers brushing my soaking sack. As she touched me for the first time, a shiver ran up me from my calves to the back of my neck, rippling through my spine and making me push my pelvis towards her face.

“Fuck… yes… I like very much…”, she breathed, rolling my foreskin back over my swollen glans and planting a gentle kiss on my tip. The contrast of her warm breath and lips against the rain was amazing, and as she took me between her lips and started to run her tongue along the underside of my shaft I felt dizzy with the sensation and grabbed hold of her slick hair, winding my fingers into it, forcing my cock deep into her mouth and making her gag. “Mmmmm”, came the familiar sound from deep in her throat, the humming tickling me as she began to bob and slide her head back and forth, making me fuck her mouth while I held onto her hair.

I was standing over her now, feet astride her, pushing her backwards so my balls hit her chin when she took my full length. As her tongue worked over me, a flash lit up the clouds and another rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. She barely noticed, slurping and licking me like a child with an ice lolly, her saliva bubbling along my cock while she slid her lips back and forth across my hard flesh, occasionally drawing me out of her mouth with a smack, spit oozing off my head and dripping down between her breasts, mingling with the rainwater and running down her belly. I looked down and watched her, staring at her gorgeous little tits jiggling as she worked faster and faster, flicking and tickling me with her tongue and lips, and I used her, pulling her mouth hard onto my hot hard cock.

She fellated me expertly, holding me with her finger and thumb circled around the base of my shaft, and as she took my full length into her mouth again, almost gagging, she let one hand drop from my cock, trailing down my inner thigh and almost causing me to lose my balance – my muscles spasmed with her touch. As her fingertips reached my knee, she drew it across onto herself and let it slip between her own legs. Her fingers found her pussy, and she began to gyrate, hips swinging and lifting, making her almost sit up from her kneeling position, and forcing my cock against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She started to moan, quietly at first, but getting louder as she pushed her fingers further into herself. She rubbed herself harder and deeper, writhing back and forth as she took my cock deeper into her mouth.

I took another fistful of her sopping hair with my free hand, and began to force her head back and forth, pulling her onto my cock, fucking her mouth. I could feel her nodding, and knew she wanted more.

“Good. Keep fingering yourself and play with those gorgeous little tits while I fuck your mouth, you horny little bitch.”

“Mmm mmmm mmmm”, she hummed, rubbing herself harder and faster. She dropped her hand from my cock and began tweaking, rubbing and twisting her nipples, frigging herself with her other hand while I slipped my cock in and out of her eager mouth.

“And if you’re good, if you come when I come in your mouth, I’ll slip my cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you.”

Her breathing quickened, and she moaned again, her eyes looking up to me as her tongue worked it’s magic on the underside of my glans. Her hands massaged her breasts, plucking her nipples which sprayed little droplets of water as she let go of them. She gleamed in the light, her skin slightly pinker with her arousal and the cold rain. I felt roasting hot despite being drenched, almost like I had steam burning off me with the ecstacy as I used her mouth and watched the show she was putting on for me, legs spread on the mud, fingers deep in her pussy and rainwater pouring down her skin.

I felt my balls begin to tighten, the muscles begin to spasm low in my stomach, my orgasm rising up from inside my depths. She could feel it too, as the base of my shaft hardened and pulsed, and she began to squeeze and knead her breasts, leaving dull read marks as she switched her hand from side to side. He legs were wide apart and although my eyes were starting to blur I was sure she had four fingers thrusting up into her, rubbing against her roughly pushed-aside knickers as she moaned, her cries muffled by the slab of my flesh filling her mouth.

And then I burst, muscles deep below my belly squeezing and spasming, pumping my seed out into her mouth, filling her throat with thick hot sticky streams of spunk. Her moans became louder, and she quivered as her own climax rocked through her; I pulled her hair hard, and forced my cockhead to the back of her throat, making her cough. Her eyes still locked on mine, looking up to my face, and a small drip of my come oozed from the upturned corner of her mouth, mixing with the drops of rain, and running down her chin. Still spasming as she writhed with her orgasm, she drew her head back until her lips were forming a circle just under the rim of my cockhead, and then pushed a glob of spunk onto the top of my cock with her tongue tip. She giggled as I looked on, wide-eyed as she played with my sticky come, exclaiming “Mmmm!” before slurping it back between her lips rolling it around in her mouth. “Did I do okay? Will you fuck my cunt now?” she asked playfully, not really expecting an answer.

I reached out my hands and helped her up, my cock tip dragging down her chest and stomach as she stood up. As I leant in to kiss her, she drew her head back and opened her mouth, to show she was still full of me, but I pushed my lips onto hers and kissed her anyway. As our tongues mingled and we shared my taste, her hands were roaming my chest, running through my matted wet hair, slipping down my belly to my still-turgid cock, feeling its firmness respond to her touch.

I moved my hands across her skin, touching and squeezing her breasts at last, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs and feeling little shudders run through her body as I flicked and twisted them. Our lips parted, and I dropped briefly to a squat, pulling her little see-through panties down over her hips to her knees. My face was inches from her sex, her narrow strip of well-manicured dark hair leading down between her legs was wet and plastered flat against her soft white flesh. I could smell her sweet scent, and nuzzled between her thighs, drawing my tongue across the lips of her cunt, burrowing between them until I found her clit. The rain was running down her belly, through her pussy and into my mouth, mingling with her juices to make a sweet cocktail which slaked my thirst. Now it was her turn to have her hands on my head, and she pushed my face deep between her thighs, shuddering and spasming as my my probing tongue kicked off another mini-climax inside her.

For a second the evening sky lit up, a white sheet of lightning flashing across the clouds, followed quickly by a low thud of thunder that rumbled around the trees surrounding the field, and which seemed to send another torrent of harder rain crashing down onto us. The light was starting to dim now, as the clouds obscured the last of the distant sun. People would be wondering where we’d got to.

I stood and flipped her around to face away from me, and she instinctively leant forwards and pushed her feet apart, stretching her knickers taut between her knees and presenting her tight little arse to me. I put my hand between her legs, and ran my fingers across her labia, spreading her slippery juices over her engorged lips, trailing up between her cheeks and up to her puckered hole. She leant further forward, so her back was almost flat in front of me, and pushed her feet apart, spreading her legs slightly wider, presenting her sex to me. I took my rigid cock, rolled back my foreskin and ran my gleaming cockhead back and forth along the length of her slit, covering it with her nectar; she instinctively pushed back against me, eager for me to fuck her, and I paused momentarily before slipping my cock deep into her warm soft cunt.

“Oh fuck…. Yesssss” she called out as her tight little pussy swallowed my shaft to the hilt, her soft wet arse slapping against the top of my thighs.

I paused, savouring the feel of her muscles clenching around my length, listening to her moan and hiss under her breath, and then I took her hips in my hands, and began to ease her to and from me, slowly stroking my thick cock in and out of her. Her breathing fell into a rhythm with each stroke as I drover harder and harder into her. The rain water began to pool in the curve of her spine, rippling and running off her back each time I slammed into her. She dropped lower and lower, nearly doubled over, and she reached up between her legs as I fucked her, finding her clit with one hand, and gripping and massaging my balls with the other. I rocked her faster and faster, gripping her hips tightly – I knew she could barely keep her balance, and her fingers caressing my sack felt too good to let her concentration drop. Her breaths began to turn into little squeaks, higher and higher pitched, interspersed with splutters as the rain on her back and head accumulated in streams over her downturned face.

I could feel her starting to come, spasms rippling around my cock, slowly at first, building up in strength as her cunt began to clench around my shaft. My balls started to tighten between her fingers, and I could sense I might come again; I wanted to play with her nipples, and feel more of her body next to mine, to I steadied her with one hand and reached forward with the other, taking a fistful of her drenched hair and yanking her head back as I drove my hips upwards. “FUUCK” she yelled out, as my cock drove up, lifting her on tiptoes, and I dragged her upright by her hair, before slipping my arm around her and my hand onto her tit.

Her hands dropped to her sides, grasping my hips, nails digging into my flesh as I squeezed and crushed her breast, twisting and pulling her nipple as I repeatedly thrust my cock up into her. My other hand circled her and slipped down over her thigh down between her legs, cupping her soft pussy in my palm. My fingertips found her clitoris and I began to massage and rub it in small circles, feeling the hard flesh of my cock slipping in and out of her just millimeters away.

She leaned her head back and turned to kiss me, her eyes glazed as the rain poured down her face. Our tongues mingled again, and then she bit down on my lip as her climax exploded through her, sendng me over the edge. Lightning flashed again, and as my legs shuddered and my cock spasmed inside her, muscles squeezing around it as it pushed the remainder of my hot seed up into her depths, the rain beat down harder. Time slowed down as the sensations ripped through our quivering bodies, and the sky rumbled around us..

As our pleasure subsided, she slumped down in front of me, bent over double again; I slipped out of her again as she dropped to her knees, and rolled over onto her back on the wet grass. She lay there naked, surrounded by our discarded clothes, arms open wide, legs spread, my mess oozing from her pink flower. I just stared at her, barely able to comprehend what we’d just shared.

After a few minutes of staring and smiling at each other, I helped her to her feet. The rain washed us clean of the sweat and mud as we gathered our wet things, and we slowly dressed in the easing drizzle, saying nothing.

I took her hand and we started making our way towards the treeline, shivering with cold, fatigue and excitement, and starting to get our story straight so that our explanations of our delay would sound plausible to our family and respective partners.

How Do You Write?

I was writing this morning and thinking about blogging. We all write a lot of stuff in this virtual world, some of it deep, detailed and philosophical (plus, of course, all the silly banal stuff…). Many of us are in relationships or, like me, married with partners who have no idea of the existance of their blog. So when and where do we write? Finding the time, space and solitude to craft thoughts, fantasies or recantations of real happenings is difficult…

Me – I mostly write on the train, during my commute. I use my thumbs to type, and angle the screen of my phone away from the person sitting next to me (unless it’s a particlarly attractive girl, in which case it’s always intriguing to think about what they might be thinking if they were nosey enough to read the erotic text on the screen).

I can’t write unless I’m in my own world, so I usually have noise-cancelling headphones which remove all extraneous noise of my fellow passengers. I listen to music sometimes – often hardcore trance (music with lyrics disturbs the thought process while writing). It means I can suspend disbelief and immerse myself into the situation I’m writing about; often it becomes so ‘real’ that I’m merely writing what I see and feel, barely able to type quickly enough to catch the details.

I see, feel, hear and taste the feelings through the words – so much so that if I’m writing over a period of days, the scene will repeat over and over again, details and nuances becoming sharper. It can become like deja vu – it sometimes becomes hard to believe that I’ve not actually experienced what happened in the words. Perhaps that’s my brain’s way of filling the void in real experience.

I also find I can’t write if I’ve come recently. My words flow if I’m starved of an orgasm, and falter if I’ve pleasured myself. So if the words are good, you know I’m frustrated and desperate for touch. If my writing sucks, well, you know why.

So, blogging visitors, how do you write? In the lounge, in the nude, in silence, in mid-coitus? I don’t want to make this a meme, but tell me – either in the comments, or link a post to here….

“Long term, NSA”

I’ve seen a few ads on Craigslist etc recently, with girls requesting the above, and terms or caveats like “no boyfriends or husbands”.

Am I missing something?

How can something NSA be “long term”? Surely it’s whatever term it is until one or the other decides they want out for some reason (or no reason at all)? NSA could mean an hour, it could be 5 years, or it could be “until just after I come in your mouth” – that’s the whole point, surely?

And, why would somebody looking for pure sex, no strings, no emotions and no baggage care about wives or girlfriends?

Funny things, you women. When a guy says “NSA”, one of the strings that’s totally optional and certainly doesn’t have to be attached is your name.

Lazier

After my previous post about being lazy, I think I need one of these.

If only I had an address to post it to that was safe!

HNT #9

Late, but only just.

Half Nipple Thursday.