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Storm Riders

Until the wind had started to whip up around us, neither of us had any idea that a storm was approaching.

We'd been laying on the grass, oblivious to anything other than the feel of the sun on our skin, while heavy leaden clouds had gathered behind us. Now, as we gathered our things together, huge droplets fell from the sky and splashed on our warm skin causing us to hurry.

Throwing everything into the blanket, I grabbed Charlotte's hand and pulled her towards an old outbuilding on the side of the field.

"We'll have to shelter in there until this lot passes," I said as the rain started to fall heavier and thunder boomed loud above us. "Come on, run."

Together we ran through the high grass, climbed an old fence and then belted up the dirt path that led to the old stone building. By the time we fell through the door we were both soaked through and I couldn't help but stare as I noticed the way the rain had made Charlotte's white cotton blouse, now transparent, cling against her firm breasts.

"Shit," she said, shaking her head to get the worse of the wet out of her hair. "That lot came suddenly, didn't it?"

"Sure did," I replied, thinking that I could cum equally as suddenly if she carried on moving about like that, teasing me with those tempting tits.

We were in some sort of storage room that was mostly full of sacks of animal feed and a variety of tools. I pulled an old hessian sack over one of the full paper sacks, sat down and pulled off my sandals.

"I'm gonna get out of these wet clothes," I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head. "It's warm in here so if we hang our stuff from the rafters they should dry off a bit."

I knew I had a good body. I spend enough time at the gym to not need to be ashamed of anything when I stripped off. As I peeled off my shorts it was clear that one particular muscle had increased in size dramatically over the last few minutes. It was hardly surprising considering Charlotte had taken off her own shorts and was standing by the window, silhouetted in the light, wearing nothing but a tiny g-string and the wet t-shirt.

"Aren't you going to take your top off?" I asked, flashing her my cheekiest smile.

"Can I trust you?" she asked, a cheeky smile of her own creeping across her face.

"Trust me to what?"

"I'm not sure yet..." She'd pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her firm tanned tummy and the lower curve of her breasts. God, she was beautiful. We'd been at college together and had never been more than friends, but since meeting up again this summer, I'd felt something else brewing and was sure Charlotte was feeling it, too.

"Put your tongue in," she teased. "You're looking desperate, Danny." That had been her nickname for me during our college years - Desperate Danny, because I was always chasing girls.

"Any healthy red-blooded bloke would be desperate after seeing you in those panties," I said, feeling distinctly uncomfortable as my throbbing cock pressed against the fabric of my pants. If I was desperate, God only knows what my cock was!

As she pulled her t-shirt over her head, I gasped. Those tits were everything I'd imagined they'd be and more. High and firm and topped by two tight, pale pink buttons that seemed to be crying out for attention.

I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was, Danny Miller, local Jack the Lad with more bedded women notched up on my belt after just 23 years than most blokes have in a lifetime. But none of them had come anywhere close to being what I was looking for. I realised now that it had always been Charlotte. Every woman I'd ever dated since meeting her had been measured against her.

As she slowly walked towards me, she eased her g-string down over her hips, revealing her smooth pussy. I could see the start of her slit and wanted to open her up and discover what delights lay between those perfect lips.

She stopped right in front of me, pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She bent down, picked them up and waved them under my nose. "Wet," she said. "And not just because of the rain."

A hand went behind my neck and pulled my head towards a breast. I didn't need further persuasion - my lips locked around her nipple while my left hand ran down the side of her body, across her hip and towards her tempting cleft. She gasped a little as I slid a finger between her lips, seeking out her clit and gently massaging it until it rose to its full size, bulging and hard.

With both hands on my shoulders, she arched backwards and pushed her pussy towards me. I let my finger slide inside her cunt while still working her clit with my thumb and enjoyed the sensation of her juices as they ran into the palm of my hand.

A crack of thunder sounded above, almost shaking the building and, as she cried out in pleasure, a bolt of lightening momentarily lit her body, revealing every detail of her pussy as I held the lips apart, working my finger harder and harder inside her.

"I'm cumming," she cried, her body trembling. "Hold me tight and keep working my clit."

I did as she said and within seconds she was screaming her way through her orgasm. In fact, she was so loud I was worried that whoever owned the building may have heard us and would come looking to find out what was happening.

"Quickly," she said, pulling at my pants. "Lay back on those sacks while I fuck you."

She didn't have to ask twice. Within seconds I was on my back, my cock standing proud, waiting for whatever she was offering.

"I'm gonna ride you 'til you beg for mercy," she said, straddling my hips and lowering herself down, her pussy sucking my cock inside her.

She started fucking me slowly at first, thrusting her hips gently back and forth as she arched her back and pointed those gorgeous tits at me. I reached up and pulled at a nipple with one hand and let my finger slide over her clit with the other. Gradually she increased the speed and strength of her movements until she was bouncing on top of me, fucking me for all she was worth.

This was a girl who knew how to pull a man's strings, easing off slightly every time she felt my muscles stiffen and my cock start to jerk, holding me on the edge for as long as possible before finally letting me explode inside her, my hot sticky cum filling her cunt.

By the time we'd both regained our composure, the storm had moved away and the sun had found its way in through the murky windows. We quickly pulled on our clothes clothes we'd forgotten to hang from the rafters and walked out into the warm air. We crossed the field and got on to the lane that led back to the village and all too soon we were outside her tiny cottage, saying goodbye. I'd be leaving that evening, going back to London and the business I'd started there, but one thing was certain, as long as Charlotte wanted me, I'd be back every weekend for more.

Contributed by: Jacob Bridge 04/09/2006

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