It had been raining while they were in the club, and the streets were slick and greasy. The air was filled with a fine drizzle, but on the whole it was a balmy night, still warm out even though it was past midnight. The air sobered Christian up slightly as he made his way out onto the street. Gail took him by the arm and led him out into the night. They walked for a while, and Chris presumed he was walking her home. They walked and chatted for a few minutes, allowing himself to be led, as she had not revealed their destination. He found himself in an unfamiliar back street, not much more than a narrow alley, dark and slightly off the beaten track. They were slightly hidden from passers-by on the main road by a couple of huge waste bins, but anyone who paid more than slight attention would see them. He turned to ask her where they were, but his words were cut off by a kiss, deep and meaningful. His tongue responded as hers gently pushed its way into his mouth. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him down and into the kiss, so he could not escape even if he wanted to.
He chanced his hands upon her waist, and then taking his cue from a moan of encouragement he began to let them roam up and down her back, finally taking in her rounded backside. He squeezed it gently, which she seemed to enjoy, pressing herself against his growing erection. She gasped slightly as she felt it twitch against her, and broke away from the kiss. He pounced on her neck, covering it in kisses, and tracing his tongue against taut sinews. She shivered at his touch, running a hand under his shirt and raking her nails against his lower back. It was his turn to gasp, and she liked that. She always liked a little pain with her pleasure, and liked to find people who reacted the first time she tried even just a little pain. She moved her other hand to join the first, now softly stroking her nails up his back, now grazing them hard, and all the time maintaining their impassioned kisses. She wanted to run her nails down the full length of his back, so she broke off for a moment to pull the shirt over his head. He was too surprised to dissent.
The cool drizzle fell onto his skin, into the welts on his back. They looked into each other for a moment, but there was nothing tender about it, just an animal instinct to couple. But Gail was not about to give in to lust just like that. She liked to tease her victims, thereby prolonging her own enjoyment. She leaned in for one simple kiss to his lips, before taking her nails and scraping them down his hairless chest.
The fly on his jeans was buttoned, but she snapped them open with practised dexterity. She parted the material, revealing an erection straining against tight shorts. She nuzzled it, planting coy kisses against his glans, running the tip of her tongue up and down its discernible length. He looked down at her, and as if sensing her gaze, she looked up, wide-eyed. Their eyes never parted as nimble fingers worked to free his cock, standing tall in the night air. He felt tiny droplets of drizzle falling onto it as she stopped to look at it, admiring it before running the nail of her little finger from the very base of his shaft, rooted in pubic hair, up the full length of his manhood, pressing into the flesh, causing an exquisite sensation that made him throw his head back with eyes closed. She paused slightly again, until he looked back down at her. She wanted to be sure that she had his full attention. Smiling, she parted her lips, rubbing his cock up along her bottom lip. He could barely breathe, the anticipation of what must surely follow causing his imagination to run amok.
At first she took just the head of his penis into her mouth, working her tongue on his glans, tracing a line right around the corona with her tongue. She covered the head in saliva, making sure that her mouth was as wet as possible. She flicked the very tip with her tongue, causing the slit to dilate. She loved the feel and taste of a man in her mouth. Slowly, gently, she began to ease more of him into her mouth, relaxing all the muscles in her mouth and throat. He watched transfixed as she managed to take in his entire member, easing it in and out of her mouth. He felt the most incredible sensations as she gave him an unbelievable blowjob. When he closed his eyes and leant his head back to concentrate on his approaching orgasm, she gently nipped the skin of his scrotum between two nails, and he got the message: your full attention please, this is as much performance as it is sex.
She worked his manhood in and out of her mouth, working on just the last half of its length and savouring the taste of his juices. She eased his jeans down so that she could clamp his buttocks in her hands, drawing him closer to her while controlling the speed and rhythm entirely. When she thought he would least expect it, she ran her right hand up the inside of his right thigh and began to masturbate him into her mouth. She held the glans closely between her lips, still swirling her tongue around the end, while she closed her fist around his penis and worked it into her mouth. When she thought she felt him losing control, she loosened her grip, taking the shaft in her left hand and pressing it up towards his belly, so that she could get unhindered access to his testicles.
She teased them, toyed with them, caressed them lovingly and always gently. She kissed them lightly, she licked them, she took first one into her mouth and then the other, in a way no other girl had ever done. She wanted to stretch out the moment of orgasm, make him wait for it. Just when she thought he was getting to comfortable with the attention to his sacs, she started to run her index and middle fingers up past his balls and over his anus. She felt his tummy muscles tighten involuntarily, and she liked that. If he were used to having his ass played with, he wouldn’t have tensed up that way.
Her hand was still wet from the fluids up and down his cock, and using that as lubrication, she gently probed at his anus with her index finger, working the nail in first, then the fingertip, then the finger as far as the first knuckle. She heard an audible gasp from him, but she never stopped kissing and caressing his shaft and balls. When she felt that he had had enough time to get used to the feeling, she probed further with her finger, pushing it in as far as the second knuckle. From there she could start to exert some form of teasing, working the finger round slowly, bending it slightly. She could feel that he was still tense, but the muscles around his anus were starting to relax just a little. She started to insert her middle finger into his bum hole too, and he winced, thinking that it might start to hurt. She was nothing if not an expert though, and by the time she had two fingers in as far as the second knuckle he found himself enjoying it. He had never had so much as a thermometer inserted into his bum before, and had regarded it as strictly one-way traffic upon until that point. She felt his tummy muscles relax as he finally got used to the feeling of having her fingers inside him.
Realising that he was starting to grow accustomed to the feeling, she allowed herself to continue with it for only another couple of minutes. She used her left hand to feel how wet she was, toying with herself through the thin material of her panties. She took the head of his cock into her mouth again, simultaneously pleasuring his cock, his bum hole and her clitoris. When she felt the warm and salty pre-come taste again, she suddenly stopped all three, withdrawing her fingers from his anus so suddenly that he jumped involuntarily.
She stood up and took a few steps backwards until she was leaning against the cold, wet brick wall behind her. The drizzle was more constant now, and the sheen of a streetlight reflected off the thin covering of water on her cleavage. Smiling lazily, she used her left hand to slowly draw up the front of her dress until he could see the black almost-not-there gusset of her knickers. She used two fingers to draw the thin material aside, and begin to rub her clitoris with the tips of her index and middle fingers. He watched attentively for a few moments, before his right hand instinctively moved to his penis.
“Don’t touch!” she barked at him, before smiling again and adding, “I will tell you when you can touch yourself.” Too surprised to argue, he dropped his hands to his side. “That’s better…” she grinned. She felt her clitoris began to swell as the blood rushed into it. Drinking always made her feel horny; giving blowjobs always made her horny; and making people try new things always made her horny, so tonight she was really onto a winner. Even though the muscles in her right forearm felt tense, she continued to rub herself, never allowing it to become frantic, concentrating on putting on a show for him. His eyes were wide and his attention fixed, so she thought it was time to step it up.
She stepped forward from the wall, and for an instant he look dismayed as the show ceased. She took a step closer to him, leaning close before breathily enquiring into his ear, “Do you want to see more?” Holding his breath, he nodded. She took a couple of steps back, so he could look up and down her body. She reached around her back, and he heard a zipper fall. The material of her dress gathered at her shoulders as she drew them together, and almost without a touch the wet material slipped down her body. She stepped out of the dress altogether, revealing a full, lacy black bra, black knickers, and black hold-ups.
The streetlights shone on her gradually dampening body. She smiled at him as he tied to take it all in. She looked simply sensational. She ran a finger down her cleavage, over her flat tummy, past the bejewelled belly button and over her pubic mound, tracing a line in the rainwater as it collected on her skin. She brought the finger up to her mouth, sucking on the tip whilst lowering her head and looking at him through her fringe. “Do you like what you see?” she enquired, her voice lowered and hushed.
Chris could manage very little except short, staccato nods. He could not ever remember being this aroused. Never taking her eyes from his, she reached around again to unhook her bra, from which she withdrew first one slender arm, then the other, to reveal a modest but firm chest, nipples full erect, aureoles dark in the orange glow. Turning her back on him, she stood with her heels together and bent over slowly, present him with the most glorious view of her pert and curvy butt cheeks. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, then drew them agonisingly slowly down her legs. The gusset caught momentarily between the lips of her vagina, causing it to trail behind the rest of the material.
She stood up tall and turned around slowly, displaying a fully shaven pussy. The rain started to fall more heavily, causing rivulets of water to cascade down her body. There was a sharp intake of breath as a stray raindrop trickled over her distended clitoris, the cool water playing havoc with the her desperately hot sex. She walked forward, taking his cock in her right hand and stroking it with her palm rubbing the underside of the shaft.
“Take off your shirt, ” she said simply. He complied without a murmur. She kissed one nipple; bit the second one sharply between her front teeth. She toyed with his cock for a few seconds more before allowing her hand to drop away. She walked back a few steps, turning her back on him. She was a couple of feet away from the opposite wall. She placed her hands, palms upturned, on the dripping bricks, before planting her feet firmly and squarely a couple of feet apart. The rain came down heavier, forming streams down her back that ran in streams over her ass cheeks, trickling sweetly over her anus and dripping from her inflamed labia. She called back over her shoulder without looking at him.
“Strip.” Again, he complied without argument, shedding first jeans, then underwear, then footwear until he was completely naked in the rain, which was now coming down in sheets.
“Now, Christian.” Blinking twice under the rain, he approached her. He reached underneath and started to stroke tenderly at her clitoris. Although she shuddered at his touch, she issued her last command, barely audible through the driving rain. “I just want you inside me, nothing more. Fill me up with your hot come.”
He needed no second invitation. Taking his hot cock in his right hand, he nuzzled her clitoris with the tip for a few moments, before finding the right spot. His cock slid in without resistance, the exquisite heat of her vagina creating the most beautiful feeling around his shaft. Fully lubricated, he was able to slowly drive home to the hilt, until he felt his pelvis grinding against her cheeks. She tried to push herself even further back onto him and he had to take a half-step back to brace himself. She moaned quietly with pleasure when she knew she was fully impaled on him, the rain lashing down on the hot skin of her naked back.
Slowly, he began to withdraw until he was almost completely free of her and only the glans rested lightly between the lips of her vagina, small trailers of vaginal fluid coming out with his cock. Again he drove home, slightly faster and harder than previously, before coming to rest and slowly withdrawing again. He kept up that practice, every time driving home harder and faster than previously, until he was thrusting firmly home with every stroke. She squealed with delight, feeling completely filled up with every stroke. He put his hand on her cheeks and forced them apart slightly, stretching her anus open slightly and allowing the rainwater to run over it, round the girth of his prick, and over her pussy before dripping to the floor.
She felt him start to jerk spasmodically and knew his orgasm was close. “Please Chris, fill me up, fill me up…” Her voice trailed away into the night, lost in the rain. He put his right hand onto her shoulder, pulling her back harder. She started to lose control and reached underneath with her left hand to work her almost numb clitoris with three fingers, rubbing frantically so their orgasms would coincide.
As it happened she got their first, a yelp of delight and the clenching of her vaginal walls causing a chain reaction in him, hammering home one final time as his hot seed gushed forth. She put her other hand up to support herself, her head hanging limply as the rain pounded down. She closed her eyes as the overwhelming feelings coursed through her, before finally receding and allowing her vision to return.
