by JMP
(10/31/01)
You stand in the rain; the drops caress your body. Clothes cling to you as if they were part of your skin. You struggle to keep your hair from your face as it mats itself to your forehead from the weight of the water. Your ruby colored lips glisten as they tremble from the wet chill in the night air.
The headlights of my car beam like spotlights, accentuating your figure through your wet clothes. You wrap your hands around your chest, holding yourself, trying to stay warm. I turn on the music, blaring a rhythmic beat that urges you to dance in the headlights under the thunderous sky.
Your hands go to your hips as the music blares into your mind. You make small gyrating movements with your hips as the car's eyes watch you intently. Your eyes close as the wave of sound makes you sway from left to right. Your hands reach for the sky as you look up to see the clouds open
and let down their rain.
My hands are on my chin as I look from within the car, smiling at your inhibitions being lost. Your head sways as your hair follows, your hands reach for your shirt, tearing it open, stripping it off your shoulders. The pearl-like buttons bounce beneath your feet on the ground, your shirt flies into the night air, disappearing from the light.
You climb on the hood of the car, crawling to the window, staring into my eyes through the shield between us. You feel the warmth of the motor beneath you as you enjoy the feel of the cold wet air and the smooth warm hood.
Your eyes capture my gaze, screaming with a passion I have never seen in you. You let go of the glare as your hands touch your breasts, caressing the mounds of flesh beneath your delicate fingertips
Your breasts heave under the cold water as your crimson red bra struggles to hold them in. Darkened circles in the center of the bra push out towards the car, beckoning me to hold them.
My tongue slides over my lips, licking the dryness off, wishing to taste the rain off your skin. I talk myself out of it -- this is your dance, a private showing just for me. You asked me to enjoy the display, and your wish I will do today.
Hands on the steering wheel, gripping tight, knuckles turning white as I strain from wanting to hold and grab and love you. You turn your back toward me, kneeling on the hood, your weight denting it in. I shake my head as I see you pull your skirt off your hips. You wiggle slowly as the skirt lowers to your thighs.
Expertly, you slide off the hood, falling on your feet. You bend over slightly, your buttocks barely over the hood, and lower the skirt off your thighs. Your ass smiles at me, a crimson colored thong peeking out of one end as it covers you from my sight.
You climb back as you toss the skirt to one side, and again your clothes disappear in the night air. You stand on the hood, thigh-highs molding your legs, crimson heels accenting your feet, and a pair of underwear to match. You turn away from me, and lower yourself to your knees.
You look perfect there, in front of me, driving me insane with lust. I feel like breaking out of the bondage of the car, but my word I will keep for as long as I can.
You grind your hips to the purring sound of the engine. It hums through your womb into your soul. Your eyes glaze as you squirm slowly to the maddening beats of the music. You put your hand on the car hood, feeling its warmth run through you as the vibrations crawl up your skin.
I am mesmerized by the vision of your movement on my hood. I cannot contain my strain much longer, as I see you reach behind your back. Your hair sticks to your back as if glued onto your skin.
Your fingers reach for the clasps holding your bra to your body. Slowly they teasingly take your bra off. One by one, I see your fingers release their grasp as the bra slowly loses its war with your breasts.
The straps gingerly hold on to your shoulders. They fall lifelessly as your free hand grabs the front of your bra. You stand again, feet back on the ground. You smile innocently at me, that devilish, angelic smile I've fallen in love with. You rip the bra from your skin, only to replace it teasingly with your other hand. Your breasts are covered from the beating rain and my peering eyes. A glimpse I wish for, but I am in for more then just a glimpse of your breast.
Your free hand rises to the sky, meeting the other gripping your bra. I lower my eyes as I try to refocus on you. As I lift them, you are running wild, free, loving the wet night air. Your bra flies towards the car as you continue your rain dance in front of my car's eyes.
You stop in your tracks as the song changes; a love ballad tempers your mood. You go from the reckless abandonment of the thumping music to the solemn gyration of the ballad. Your eyes lower as you walk seductively to my car.
Your hands on your hips, you twirl the thin straps of the thong on your fingers. You lower each side, one at a time, showing the naked flesh. Each time you get bolder, showing more. Each time I grow stronger, harder for your core.
My eyes open wide, disbelief comes to my mind. I see your body, naked to the night's eyes. Naked before me stands the sweetest creature on all of the earth, the woman of my heart and soul.
I open the door, step out of the car. The cold rain lowers my heat, but lust is still rising for you. I walk toward you, hearing you laugh and sing. I close in, bring your body close to mine. You burn, your flesh on fire. You stare into my eyes, "Dance with me lover. Rain dance with me right now."
How can I refuse you? How can anyone?
