On this night, it poured harder than any normal rainstorm. The kind of storm that takes you by surprise as it sweeps through, that puts you in awe of its strength and presence. I was quietly sitting in my art studio, the lights off except for the ambient light from the hallway overhead lamps. this room is affixed in an old warehouse building with walls that don’t reach the top of the wooden rafts. 

A text came into my phone, I looked and it’s you. I was anticipating whether I would see you tonight. I never see you on the weekends, never at night. You weren’t sure if you could make it after working late at the restaurant. “ I’m on my way.” you say to me. My heart started racing, the thought of feeling you tonight overwhelms me. I smile. “ Let me know when you get here and I’ll come down and get you.” I text back. 

I start down the three flights of stairs to wait for you at the back door. “ I’m here.” you text me. I push the door open to a wall of water coming down the front of the door frame almost as hard and full as a waterfall. There is no sign of it letting up so I brace myself and run right through it. The downpour I stepped into didn’t seem any lighter than the cascade of water I just pushed through. I committed myself to run to your car to meet you, already soaking wet. 

We briefly embraced and ran together with our shoulders shrugged and head tucked down, laughing. My flip flop broke as I splashed through a puddle and screeched. “AHH, my sandal!” We laughed even harder as I ran back for my sandal, getting soaked by the second. We took off towards the door and made it through the waterfall and inside where we took a pause to breathe in the amazement of how hard it was coming down. The only sound we could hear was the water slapping the pavement behind the door and our hard breaths. We looked at each other and smiled and started our way up to the third floor. 

You squeezed and spanked my ass all the way up, growling at me. I bit my lip and moaned every time you touched me, I could barely wait to have you. We walked the long alley of a hallway with intermittent cone shaped lights above us and the creaking floor. When we got to the room, I slid open the large white barn door to get inside and closed and locked it behind us. Like magnets we pressed together, kissed and hastily, took each other’s clothes off piece by piece. 

Gently, you slid my dress up over my head and soon as it was off our lips locked again. I pulled your shirt up over your head, caressing your entire stomach and chest as I slid it upwards. You kicked your shoes off with your toes as you slowly walked me backwards towards the red vintage couch that sat on top of an oriental carpet in front of the large single pain windows. Only the streetlamps and light from the hallway gently lit the dark room with the creaky wooden floor. 

I assumed my regular position to you, standing up bent over the couch, your thirsty little slut ready to take daddy’s cock. I heard you unbuckle your belt and pull off your jeans and kick them out of the way and quickly followed them with your briefs, your socks still on. I heard you rip the condom, and I knew you were taking my pussy tonight. For months after our first time together, I was your established anal slut, where you take me raw, no pregnancy, no condoms. Recently, daddy became addicted to being inside my pussy, fantasizing of taking it raw, leaving his seed deep inside me. I smiled inside myself knowing this while you prepared to fuck me. 

I gasped as you slowly put yourself inside me, both of us moaning in the realized anticipation of each other. Your rhythm was hard and fast, I could tell you were swelling, wanting to release but pulling yourself from the edge. My eyes rolling back, my moans lusty and intense, the feel of you consuming me. You stop, “Ride me.” you say in a breathy voice as you grab my hips and move me in front of you as you sit on the couch. Face to face, my breasts against your chest as I climb onto your lap, fully pressing your hard cock deep into me. You watch my eyes and face enter into bliss as I feel myself take you. 

Fully seated on your lap, my thighs on yours, my breasts in your hands, my hands cradling your face and our eyes locked. Slowly I rock my hips back and forth into you. You throw your head back and moan deeply. I kiss your exposed neck in this gentle rhythm with you. The thunder roars, inside me builds into orgasm and I gush in your lap, my lips pressed to yours, moaning into your mouth and keeping pace with my rocking through my release. We can hear the wetness of me as I continue to ride you. You take my breasts into your mouth and I cum again and again. 

“Lay on the floor.” you tell me in a moan. I climb off of you and lay down on the rug on my back. You press my legs open as you climb down in between them, swiftly pushing yourself into me. Almost instantly I’m at orgasm, and I throw my head back as you command my body to you. You bend over and kiss me. As the rain came down outside, echoing through the warehouse, our eyes locked. I wrapped my legs around you and suddenly felt you deeper than I had ever felt you. Like the storm, it came suddenly and swiftly. We kissed deeply and caressed our cheeks to one another gently breathing, searching one another through our eyes, seeing each other.

 Like the storm I was in awe of this presence, its intensity, its passion. My orgasms were one into another, shaking, flowing like the rain. My pussy pulsing on you with each thrust, kissing you in a way that I never have, a rawness that seemed to be birthed only in this moment, like the suddenness of a passing storm. Like the reverberation of the sounds of thunder and rain you echoed through my being, filling it, completely. With my head thrown back, eyes rolling, groaning deeply, in one long orgasm, I pull you into yours. With our lips gently together we both let go, moaning as we look in each other’s eyes without losing our gaze. You fall to my side and all we can do is breathe.

I was prepared tonight to take daddy like his little slut but took him as his lover. Like the storm in all its danger, but the enveloping comfort it can bring, the duality of pouring rain.