It would be glorified romance if I say I love walking in the rain. I just enjoy watching the silver drops, listening to the blue wind, and dreaming.
But that moment was totally different. Maybe I was enthused by the energy she exuded. I felt a surge of joy dancing in the rain. While getting drenched from head to toe and every little piece of my body in between, I was overwhelmed by a surreal sense of hypnotism.
This woman, tall-almost my height, with a pair of emerald green eyes, and dark curly, shoulder length tendrils, had completely swept me off my feet. The rain was just an excuse. She was the real intoxicant.
After scampering, splashing and playing in the rain, we came back home. I hurried into my room to slip into new clothes. When I came out, she was there standing in the middle of the room, staring at me, water dripping down her clothes. Cold.
“Oh, sorry, you can change into my clothes!” I exclaimed.
She threw a wintry smile at me and started to unbutton her shirt. She pulled it apart and dropped it on the floor. Her buxom breasts were squeezing out of her tight bra, ready to burst, anytime. Her thin, cigarette stick fingers moved in playful movement, teasing my eyes to follow it. They ran down to her waist and stopped for a brief second. Further, it ran down till the zip of the wet pant she was in. She unzipped it too, slowly. She dragged the pants down till her ankles and her fine pair of legs let it off on the floor.
I was blank faced. But I kept on watching what unfurled before me like a dream. Shamelessly and in awe. It was a female body made of million dreams. It was the flesh that surpassed any man’s reckoning. Not less that I have seen but this was beauty in its perfection. What hands thy symmetry made? It was poetry in motion, ideally.
Her black underwear and bra was the only last piece of cloth on her flawless skin. She did not leave anything for imagination except what lied beyond the little patch of those clothes.
As I stood rooted to the floor, she took short, timid steps toward me. I wanted to pounce on her, rip her bra and underwear apart, and devour her like a hungry lion. But I restrained. It was not my game. This time, I was the prey and she, my lioness.
Just as she reached me, she turned her back. In a serpentine fashion, she rubbed her back against my chest. Goose bumps sprinkled, and my body became stiff. I felt electrified as though 400 volt electricity passed through my body. I kept standing like a stiff statue, writhing often, not knowing how to react. My reflex failed me for sometime.
After a while she pulled my hand and placed it on her belly. I grabbed it, softly though. I felt she was too fragile to be hard on. She turned her neck backward, her long, cascade hair falling on me. She turned toward me and stared at my eyes. I was woken up from shock. I unbuttoned the bra with some trouble, and slid it open. As it fell on the floor, I cupped her breast on my palms. It felt like soft balloons filled with water.
I was on top of her, lip locked. She was wet but it was me who was trembling. I like this feeling when I tremble before a girl. It makes me feel feminine but I love the experience. My fingers trembled as well, as it made way into her underwear. Ahem, ahem! Man, it was hairy. I pulled her underwear, from behind and down till the legs. She was naked. Completely.
I softly took her up, and laid her down on the bed. I climbed on top of her. She parted her legs, opening the gateway to heaven. It was a breathless moment. We gasped for air. But we both loved that suffocation.
A while later, she whispered, “I want to ride you.”
“Let me first play a song.”
I rejoice because I am in love
Deeply, madly, religiously
What happened was a miracle,
And what you did to me was magic
You spelled a charm on me
And I am willing-
To live in this hypnosis forever!!
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