My need for her was intense and suffocating. I was utterly consumed with her and drowning in plain sight as I bared my soul to her. She denied me time and again, but I couldn’t break free from my desire to possess her.
She was a raven-haired beauty with big dark eyes and pouty lips that looked like they could devour my cock. But it was as if I was invisible to her, which only made me want her more.
I was a man of wealth and status, and she came from nothing. But she left me feeling as if I were the inadequate one.
One night, I saw her standing outside the pub in the pouring rain. She made no effort to protect herself from the storm that had left her blouse transparent.
Noticing she wore no bra beneath the fabric that clung to her like a second skin, I couldn’t help but be bewitched by her nipples which stood up and begged for attention through her rain-soaked chemise.
Although I had seen her a thousand times, if not more, before this night, it was as if it were the first time that she’d ever seen me.
Watching me stare at her breasts, she offered a slight smile in my direction. It made my manhood bulge with desire.
“You’re soaked to the bone,” I said, daring to speak to her.
She merely nodded.
When I offered her my jacket, she waved it off. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I like the rain.”
“You must,” I said, “or you wouldn’t be out here when you could be inside staying warm and dry.”
“I’m plenty warm,” she retorted. “And dry is overrated.”
She looked at my jeans and commented on my obvious arousal. “Looks like you could use a hand.”
I laughed. “Perhaps a hand would be a good place to start. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wanted more.”
“My, aren’t we greedy,” she said, smiling wickedly. “But more sounds like fun.”
“Why tonight?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I’ve seen you in this bar hundreds of times, and you act like I don’t exist. But tonight, you seem to see me clearly enough.”
“I’ve seen you,” she said softly. “But you’ve never once actually spoken to me. I figured you considered me trash as I’m hardly in your league, kind sir.”
“I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” I admitted, leaning against the brick wall of the bar next to her.
“Why tonight?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Why did you decide to lower yourself and speak to me tonight?" she asked, her eyes boring holes into my soul.
“I’ve never seen you alone. I guess it was easier to be brave when you looked vulnerable,” I offered.
“What do you wish for?” she asked.
“I wish to take you somewhere warm and dry and make love to you,” I blurted out.
“I’d rather fuck you in the rain,” she countered.
“Right here?” I asked, my disdain showing.
“No, not here. Come with me,” she said, offering her hand. “There’s a park nearby. You can do whatever you want with me there.”
“Be careful what you offer, miss,” I said. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Be careful what you wish for, sir,” she replied. “You may get more than you bargained for.”
The park was dark and desolate. But a stone bench beckoned us.
She looked at me and said, “We need to be naked for this.”
I didn’t question her; I simply removed my clothes. She was even more beautiful nude, and my desire for her stood up as though Excalibur was preparing for battle.
“Do you wish to impale me, sir?”
“More than anything.”
“Sit on the bench.”
I did as she commanded, and, within seconds, she was wrapped around me, sliding down onto me in one fell swoop.
Her warm wet walls felt like a sheath that had been tailor-made for my shaft. My balls ached with need.
Her body moved like a carousel, up and down, up and down. My hands gripped her shoulders as I rocked my hips to thrust into her.
“I need your hands and mouth all over me,” she panted.
I grinned, happy to oblige her. Guiding her breast to my mouth, I took her erect nipple between my teeth, setting off the first of many orgasms. Groping her ass while I feast on her glorious girls, I feel her next climax squeeze my cock.
I fucked her for what seemed like hours and managed to hold off until I reached my thumb down to stimulate her clit, sending her flying over the edge. The intensity of her body-wracking orgasm made me unable to wait any longer; I pumped into her with wild abandon and let myself go, shooting my seed deep inside her. We sat there, breathless, with my head on her shoulders, unwilling to move.
When I opened my eyes, she was still standing there, leaning against the building. She offered nothing but a weak smile and then paid me no further attention. I want her with my entire being, but I can’t touch her. She’s my father’s illegitimate daughter with his half-sister. If I plant my seed in her, I’ll be recreating her and my father’s sin.
So, I stand here in the rain, drowning in plain sight, unfulfilled.
