Not getting a story published…. I wrote the story below for a contest and found out that I didn’t make the cut (boo-hoo). It’s really okay (why do I feel like an American Idol contestant?) because I’m tenacious, thick skinned and I will continue to write and enter contests (my mantra) and then someday, I will be writing in my blog announcing to you that I won. But, until then feel free to indulge yourself in my sex in the rain themed story:
A Break From the Rain
Written by: Neve Black
Long, black running pants hugged her curvaceous, tight ass. She had a strong, athletic build; standing about 5’ 6”. She was short-waisted with powerfully-built legs and succulent C-cup breasts; complimenting shapely hips. Her bright orange raincoat touched the tops of her muscular, rounded thighs and she tossed her gym bag, now filled with work clothes, into the trunk and started her car. Instantly, windshield wipers sprang to life; ready for ‘water-to-windshield’ combat.
She found a parking spot close to the park’s North/East entrance. She pulled her blonde, gloriously thick, straight, hair into a ponytail. She wore very little makeup; she didn’t have to. She was blessed with an oval face, naturally flushed, high cheekbones, a small button nose, genuine red-stained pouty lips and luminous, aquamarine eyes.
Running along the black-top jogging path as it meandered its way into the park, she could see the river to her left; violently gushing and spilling over the banks. Her heartbeat thumped in time with her cadence. Running past the picnic area, a metal roof provided shelter for an old, paint-chipped, wooden picnic table and the concrete patio below it.
Looking closer, she saw a man sitting underneath the metal roof, wearing head-to-toe running accoutrements; legs outstretched before him. “He could be hurt,” she thought and slowed her pace; walking toward him and ducking under the covered awning.
The rain immediately stopped pummeling her head, but above, against the metal roof, it reverberated. She noticed his expressive, crystal, blue eyes and rugged good looks. His sandy-blond hair was shorter on the sides than the 2 inches at the top of his head and rain drops gathered at the tips; dripping into creases around his eyes; cascading onto his weather-chapped cheeks and chiseled jaw line. His nose was long, almost beak-like, but it suited him well.
“Is everything okay?” She asked.
“I think I may have pulled something in my leg,” his deep, husky voice responded. His black running pants clung to well-defined muscles.
They had both jogged the same path many times before, but never before had they been still long enough to meet. Amanda had admired Ken’s butt and nothing else – until now.
“How far were you going today?” He asked.
“My goal was not to freeze to death.” She replied, wiping the rain from her face.
“I’ve been training for the marathon,” he said.
“Oh yeah? Me too.” She replied.
“Maybe we could run together sometime…er..of course, after I’m walking again,” he said chuckling.
“Is he flirting with me?” Her thoughts raced. “I could run back and get my car and come back for you.” She offered.
“I appreciate that. I called my brother just before you found me and left him a message.” Lifting his cellular phone.
“Oh, well you’re all set then,” she replied, getting up. His hand touched the top of her knee, gently pushing her back down; she felt the cold cement seeping through her pants and shivered. “He is flirting.” She thought.
“Ken.” He said introducing himself. His thoughts raced: “I’m recently divorced; feeling lonely and really horny. God…you’ve got a great ass.”
“Amanda.” She responded shaking his hand, thinking: “I’m recovering from a break-up; feeling lonely. You’re hot.”
With sudden boldness he kissed her. Their cold lips touched; pulled back and touched again; grazing and seeking the warmth from the other. Amanda could feel the iciness in her body dissipate. A fiery, hot ember ignited inside her; lighting her body’s pilot light.
Ken pulled the zipper to her jacket down and reached his hands inside. His hands were cold under her jog bra; clasping her breasts; skimming her erect nipples. She moaned; felt her crotch become juicy. Ambitiously, she moved her hands under his clothes and pushed past the elastic band of his jogging pants.
She looked down at his groin; his cock bulged against the confines of his pants. He moved his fingers into the front of her jogging pants; under her panties, caressing the softness of her hair and the cleft leading to her clit; sliding his fingers up and down. “That feels good.” She sighed. Her hand pushed deeper inside his pants; fingers stroked the mushroom-head and shaft. He bucked his hips.
His fingers inched toward the opening of her pussy; dipped them inside, removed them and then sucked her nectar from his finger-tips. “Hmmm…sweet, just how I thought you’d taste.”
She wriggled his pants down until the elastic waist-top was around his sinewy, muscular thighs. His exposed hard cock curved, like a banana; bending toward him. Amanda ran her tongue down every inch of his banana-cock shaft; moving her lips upward, circling the head. Ken thrusted his hips toward the warm, wet friction of her mouth. She pulled her pants down and struggled to get them over her running shoes.
She straddled him; her back pressing into his chest. She was slathering wet; he was slab-hard and she hissed as the first few inches of his swollen cock speared inside her warm pussy; he fit snugly, like a missing piece to a puzzle. He grabbed her hips and guided her. Up. Down. Up. Down. Pussy muscles clenched his cock; contracting and releasing; fucking him hard.
“Oh God, I’m cumming,” he yelled and his hands gripped her hips; pulling her down onto him.
“Ooooooooooh,” she moaned and their bodies exploded and quivered; furiously pulsating.
She heard his cellular phone ringing. “Bet the brother’s on his way,” She thought, lifting herself off of his cock; reaching for her pants. In the distance, headlights flickered against the wetly paved road just ahead.
“Can we give you a ride?” Ken asked.
“I think I just got off one,” she said grinning.
“How about your number then?” He pleaded.
She pulled the hood from her coat over her head as Ken punched her digits into his phone and she stepped back into the rain, moving a little slower than before; reflecting on what just happened; smiling and making her way back to her car.