My Naughty Story

Danielle

Subj: In The Rain

Date: 5/21/2003 6:23:30 PM Central Standard Time

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

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Hey, I think the first one of these was sent to you accidently. I typed a great beginning to this and my fucking computer ate it. It took me two hours this morning and as this is a source of income for me, I’m sure you can understand why I don’t want to redo it.

Instead, I adapted one of my GBS stories for you:

Posted: Dec. 07, 2002 @ 2.03 am

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“‘S rainin’,” Alan murmured into her hair.

“How hard?” Danielle asked, smiling. Alan knew how much she loved the rain.

“Jusy a light drizzle, but it looks to git worse,” he grinned.

“So, what’re we waitin’ for, Cumming?” she cried, grabbing his hand and pulling him out from underneath the restaurant’s awning.

“Well, we were waitin’ fer a taxi, but…” he joked as he jogged to catch up with her. She’d run a few steps out into the mist but was now walking slowly, reveling in the dampness in the air. Alan smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into his chest, resting her hand around his waist.

“You said you were in no mood to walk home,” Alan sighed, rolling his eyes.

“But then I din’t know it’twas raining!” Danielle groaned, rolling her eyes back at him.

“I know, sweet,” he smiled, squeezing her to him. Suddenly both shivered.

“Sudden chill,” she commented, pulling her light windbreaker closer around her shoulders. Alan did likewise and rubbed her shoulder under his hand.

“Doesn’t that usually mean–” Alan started, but was interrupted by a clap of thunder. “…a thunderstorm’s about to start?”

“Mm,” Danielle breathed contentedly.

The wind began to pick up, gently stirring the leaves in the trees and ruffling Alan’s fine brown hair.

The pair saw a bolt of lightning in the distance and she quietly counted the seconds until they heard the clap of thunder. She got to seven before they heard the first rumbles. The next lightning bolt was only five seconds away.

“‘Hey, I just felt a drop on me nose,” Alan said in his Scottish brogue. “De rain’s startin’ ta fall harder.”

As Danielle watched, she saw the occasional larger drops start to sprinkle the sidewalk. “It shouldn’ get much worse, honey,” she shrugged.

The thunder rumbled ominously again.

Without warning, the rain turned from gentle to vicious, a sudden downpour drenching the streets and buildings. Danielle and Alan both cried out as they were suddenly soaked within a matter of seconds. The two made a mad dash for his apartment which was the nearest, Danielle giggling all the way.

As Alan fumbled in his pocket for the key to the front door, Danielle stood facing him. He was looking at her with a slight smile. His right hand moved to cup her left breast and he stroked his thumb back and forth over her nipple. Danielle sighed in response.

“I bet yer purty cold.”

“I am, and wet. Cold and wet all over.”

“A fire’s jes what we need tanight den, in’t it? A big, hot hardwood fire’ll take care a dat wet an’ git me lass all dry.” His accent thickened as he opened the door.

The suggestive banter continued as the two walked down the main hallway, peeling off jackets as they went. Alan smiled. “I know some hardwood jes waitin’ ta be burned.”

“Oh, yes, there’s a spark in the fireplace.”

Danielle headed for the stairway, but Alan stopped her.

“Let’s make a rill fire. Dere’s a few dry logs stacked right dere, next tae da fireplace,” he said and pointed.

“Oh, Al,” Danielle gently whined, “Why can’t you do it?”

“I’m goin’ tae git us a towel.”

When Alan returned, he found Danni on her hands and knees in front of the fire, blowing at the sparks to coax them to life. He watched her back rise and fall with each breath, then got distracted by the sight of her firm bottom as the wet skirt clung to it. Quietly he approached her and knelt beside her, adding his strong breaths to hers. Soon the fire began to crackle as the logs took flame.

Danielle stayed in the same position while Alan gently nuzzled the side of her neck, his near hand caressing her back.

“Le’s get tae warmin’ ye up.”

“And you too – you’re shivering.”

With a “Hmm” of acknowledgment, Alan stood, then helped Danielle to her feet. He wrapped his slender arms around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss. As their lips entwined, his hands stroked up her back and shoulders, then, traveling back down to the hem of her shirt, gently began to peel it off of her. He backed up a step to break the kiss. Danni slowly raised her arms, and he pulled the white shirt over her head. She did the same for Alan, unbuttoning and removing his shirt, then untucking the plain black T-shirt he wore underneath and pulling it over his head.

As he kissed her neck, Alan’s hands reached around her back and unhooked her lacy bra. The lingerie was tossed aside as he pulled her tight to him, kissing up from her neck to behind her ear, then back to her lips.

Danielle’s hands slipped between them and began to roam over Alan’s body, making sure her palms rubbed firmly over his hard nipples. He moaned into her lips, the vibration turning her on even more. Then her hands moved to his back and down, coming to rest on his ass and giving a long squeeze.

Alan’s hips jerked towards her in surprise.

“Easy dere, lass,” he grinned. She smiled back.

Alan silenced her with a slow, passionate kiss, nudging against her nose with his own as his tongue pressed her pliable lips, which willingly parted for him. His long tongue went right to her mouth’s most sensitive spot and began stroking it. Danielle whimpered, her own tongue beginning to explore all the nooks and crannies of Alan’s mouth. As their kiss grew more heated, he slid Danielle’s skirt down her hips, helping her shimmy out of it. Then she knelt and unbuttoned Alan’s pants, her hands fumbling next to his at the zipper.

“Cold fingers aren’t very maneuverable,” Alan sighed in apology, finally finishing with his pants and pulling them off.

“I’ll warm them up,” Danielle whispered, taking his fingers to her lips. Then she stood in front of him and began to tug at his hands.

Alan slowly pushed her backwards until she fell onto the couch facing the fire. As she lay down, she spread her legs and pulled Alan’s fingers to her warm, wet opening. His middle finger easily slid inside her, its coldness making her gasp. Soon it was joined by his index finger, plunging deep and stroking. Danni began to move gently, pushing Alan’s fingers in and out of her with small thrusts of her hips. Then he lowered his face to her mound and began to lick at her clit. At first it seemed almost experimental: only the very tip of his tongue flicked against the bit of stiffened flesh. But eventually, Alan was lavishing long licks on her clit with his rough tongue. He pulled his fingers out of her and began to massage and gently pull her labia between his thumb and forefinger. Danielle panted as the feelings washed over her, then a cry escaped her throat when Alan’s tongue stopped teasing her clit and pushed itself deep into her. Her back arched as his nose began to bump against her clit with every thrust of his tongue. She ground erratically against his face, getting closer and closer to the edge. With one final, firm lick and nudge from Alan, she shuddered.

“Oh Gawd, Alan!” she screamed as she came, every muscle in her body tensing and then collapsing.

Alan smiled up at Danni, his thumb gently stroking her down from the peak she’d just reached. “’Dja like dat, den?”

Danielle sighed languidly, holding her arms out to him. “Come receive your reward, my prince.”

He slid up her sweat-slicked body and claimed her lips once again. The head of his cock brushed against her warm, wet pussy – so tantalizing; he was ready to take her, but Danielle pushed him away before he could nudge his way in.

“I’m feelin’ better, but I don’t think you’re warm enough yet, are ya, love?” she murmured. Then she stood to get the towel, unfolding it and gently wrapping it around his shoulders. She turned him so her back was to the fire and the warm glow lit his skin to a golden color.

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him, her body conforming to his as they held each other tightly. Alan kissed the top of Danielle’s head as he wrapped the soft towel around her back, and she nuzzled her cheek into his chest. For a few seconds they stood in silence. Then a burst of lightning and a loud peal of thunder caused her to jump. Alan grinned and held her tighter to him for a second, then brought her face to his for a kiss. She smiled in the kiss, breaking away with a small grin.

She slowly kissed her way down Alan’s lean body, breathing in his scent as the downy fur covering his body brushed against her lips, skimming over his skin until she reached the base of his stiff cock. Danielle gazed up at his face through half-lidded eyes, and Alan moaned in anticipation.

First she blew gently on the tip of his dick. Alan bit his bottom lip to hold back a cry. She slid her hands around his slender hips, firmly pulling herself forward. Then Danielle began to lick him, using her entire tongue to lavish attention all over Alan’s seven thick inches. He moaned in response. She gently grazed her teeth over his head and began to trace her finger tantalizingly lightly over his balls. Alan’s strong thighs began to quiver at her teasing while his breathing grew harder. The thunder rumbled softly.

Danielle sat back on her heels, stood, and returned to Alan’s lips. Seductively she pressed her stomach against his straining erection, her tongue working its way inside Alan’s mouth. He tasted the salt of his own precum on her tongue, which turned him on even more. Then she began to touch his nipple with her right hand, gently massaging and pinching it while she sucked and nibbled on his lower lip. Her left hand stayed firmly wrapped around Alan’s back, slowly stroking across the firm muscles of his shoulders.

Danielle moved to his upper lip, her right hand sliding around his back, up the back of his neck and running her fingertips through his short hair, coming to rest halfway covering his hair and halfway on the back of his neck. She felt his magnificent cock twitch against her with every nibble on his lip.

“Danielle…” he growled, pulling away from her. She took in the sight of him: chesnut brown eyes glazed with desire; lips moist, darkened and swollen from her attentions to them; cheeks flushed in his eagerness. She loved seeing Alan in this state, when both of them knew the inevitable outcome, but neither knew exactly what would happen next.

“I kin’t wait nae longer,” he whispered. She nodded understanding and consent.

Gently he laid her on her back on the couch, then positioned himself over her.

“Ready, love?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be—ahhh, Alan…” she moaned as he pushed inside her.

“Sometimes silence is de best t’ing,” he murmured. Danielle nodded as Alan began to move in and out, propping himself on his arms. The only sounds that could be heard were the breaths the pair took and the occasional sharp gasp, along with the crackling of the fire and the rustling of the couch underneath Danielle.

Alan’s thrusts were slow and gentle, but deep. As Danielle’s breathing grew faster and shallower, Alan knew he was close, too. He pushed himself all the way inside her as he came with a grunt, arching his back and baring his sweaty Adam’s apple. Danni snaked her neck up to kiss and lick the sweat from her lover’s throat, burying her face into his shoulder as the orgasm washed over her.

Alan lay down alongside Danielle, who snuggled onto his chest to make room for him on the couch. He closed his eyes contentedly and let out a languid sigh.

“Look, Alan…” Danielle’s voice brought him back to the world. “’It’s stopped raining.”

Seeeee!!!!! She even wrote an excellent story for me!!! *sigh* If only I could live this out….