Message-ID: <7649eli$9804061157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {David}JDR"Dancing in the Rain"( MF )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Note: This message was posted by a secure email service. Please report MISUSE OR ABUSE of this automated secure email service to . Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6gafce$ivl$1@sparky.wolfe.net> The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you are not considered an adult in your area please do not read. If you enjoy sex and adult situations please read on. The author holds all rights to this story. Please send any comment to the author. 1) This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Any posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous permission of the author. ============ Dancing in the Rain By David The night is hot but storming. Lighting flashes in the sky and all I can think of is Celtic tempests. The mad dash of an Irish fiddler and uilean pipes with a hot bodhran beating time in the background. The thunder matches the beat of that drum inside my head and I want to walk through the storm. Feel its energy rush through my body, feel the electricity of this night play through my soul. I walk out and down the lane. The rain has my t-shirt plastered to my chest in no time. My cutoff jeans are soaked and my bare feet squish through the mud as I head out to the park. It is an open field and I know it is crazy to be out in this storm but I have an undeniable urge to walk about. To feel the night tempest, be a part of it and not just a spectator. From the park I can see the lake and she is a tempest. Waves flying high as they reach the breakwater. Waves performing their own dance. As I turn around to head out I see her. Long wet hair whirling around her head as she dances on the green. Her white dress is plastered to her body form the rain, but her skirt flies free as she twirls exposing fine strong legs and feet as bare as my own. She is caught up in a dance with the tempest of her own. I am drawn to her as a moth to the flame. She spins to a tune inside herself, a tune in time with the storm that rages around us. Lightning flashes and her eyes light up, fiery blue. Eyes that latch onto my own. Her body freezes except for the panting from her frenzied dance. Then she starts to sway. slowly in time with my heart beat. a beat that I would have sworn was slow until I saw her dance. A Beat that quickens as she approaches motioning for me to join her on the green. The wet grass is a velvet carpet beneath my feet. It is an evening for sensations and my body is alight with the tingling electricity within the air. Our fingers touch and we jump together as the clouds let loose with a flash of light and the bark of thunder that are not even a hair's breadth apart. We smile at each other as she grabs onto my hands and starts to twirl with me. We laugh and dance in the rain as our bodies our to counterweights to the centrifuge of our dance. Faster and faster we spin as the wind roars around us the lightning crashing and my head is loosing touch with my surroundings. All I can see is her face and her ice blue eyes as we spin and the rest of the world becomes a haze. Faster we spin until she pulls me close and we tumble to the ground dizzy. Her body is soft and sweet against me. I can feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest as she pulls me close, so close that I feel I will be a part of her before too long. She rolls me on my back as our mouths meet and she kisses me with the strength and fierceness of the storm. Her tongue is a maelstrom, a fury untamed. Lightning crashes and she is on top of me grinding her hips against my groin. Not breaking our kiss she reaches beneath herself to unbutton my shorts and free my rod. Tilting her hips she slides onto me smooth and swift. She has started a new dance for herself, one that includes me but only as a prop for her dance for the earth her dance to call forth the new shoots, her dance to call forth new buds and new life. Her hips rock and sway in time with the internal storm of her. Her mouth is still a tempest against my lips. My hands crush and fondle her ripe breasts as she continues to rock and sway with the beat of the earth and the beat of our hearts. Our bodies are just another manifestation of the storm as we rock together. My hips take up her beat and join her rhythm. As I rock into her she leans back placing her hands on my chest for support she rocks even harder. She draws me into her more and I hear her voice for the first time as she begins to cry to the sky. Calling down the tempest, calling up the storm. She draws me in and my body contracts, my balls contract hard up against me and I rain within her. She calls forth the new seed and her flower blooms in response, her petals pink and full as she shakes and shivers not from the cold but from the thunder within, the storm that racks her soul as she comes..... ============ Dancing in the Rain By David -30- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |