Kiss Me in the Rain

It was a beautiful day…to start. The sky azure, the brilliant sunlight made the dew covered grass sparkle like a field of precious gems. So dazzling, so lush, so Spring! It was a perfect day for a first date.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning away from the window, Ava told herself that the dawning of an idyllic day did not necessarily portend a good date. Ethan had suggested an outside meeting place, though, so you never know. She towel dried her hair, and opened the closet. What the hell should she wear?

A few hours later, she met him at the park. He smiled, his eye sweeping over her. She’d decided on a cotton sundress. It was warm enough for that. Ethan was wearing a pair of nicely fitting jeans, and tee – Ava had no idea what band it was.

She returned his smile, a bit nervous now. She didn’t like dating. It was such an awkward ritual. He’d seemed so nice, when she’d met him, accidentally, at the bookstore. They’d struck up a conversation about an author they both enjoyed. Ava hadn’t realized she was flirting until he asked for her number. She’d only hesitated for a minute. She never followed through with any of the matches on the dating app she used. Why not try this unexpected face-to-face connection. He was smart and funny, and he read. That was more than she could say about most guys.

“Shall we walk?”

“Sure,” Ava said. Serene hiking trails, that’s what the website had said. “I’ve never been to this park. Do you have a trail picked out?”

They walked, side by side, making the appropriate comments about the gloriousness of the day, and how refreshing spring was, after the dismal months of winter. Ethan was a student, studying agriculture. Ava wondered what he would think if he knew her age. She was old enough to be, well, considerably older than she suspected he was.

As they ambled along, stopping to look when there was something to see, the clouds began to roll in. She looked up when the wind began to whip her hair into her face.

“Rain was not forecast,” she said.

Ethan looked up at the now roiling sky. “No. It wasn’t,” he said.

He stood in the middle of the path, as other hikers scurried by in a mad rush to the parking lot. They were a good 45 minutes in to their walk. Ava had no illusion that they were going to outpace the imminent downpour.

“Charge, or retreat?” she asked.

He took her hand, and pulled her off the beaten path, under some trees with large branches as big, thick drops of rain began to fall. The branches provided some cover, until the deluge was released from above. They were soon soaked.

Ava laughed, then shivered. The wind had picked up, and it sent a chill through her. She glanced at Ethan. His tee-shirt clung to his body, accentuating his muscular frame. She found that most pleasant to gaze at. He looked at her then, and when she saw his eyes narrow, it occurred to her that her dress must be clinging similarly to her. She blushed.

He reached out, his strong arms encircling her waist, and pulling her into his embrace. She tilted her head to look up at him as her arms found their way around his broad shoulders. The rain was cold, but his lips were warm. The level of heat increased as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and not only where their mouths met. His hands slipped from her waist to her ass, and he pulled her against him. She thrust her hips forward, and could feel that this rain kiss was turning him on, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He moved a hand up to caress her breast. She could feel the warmth through her flimsy cotton dress and bra. Her nipples were already stiff because of the cold rain, but now they responded to his touch.

“Oh, baby,” he said, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, his hot breath on her cold flesh causing her body to shudder with desire. He unbuttoned her dress, and slid a hand into her bra. He returned to kissing her lips, and she moaned when he pinched her stiff nipple. He backed her against the trunk of the tree, pressing his crotch into her.

Ava didn’t know how long they kissed, in this unexpected spring shower. It was over though, as quickly as it had begun. The sun returned, and the clouds dispersed. They drew away from each other, and she adjusted her bra, and rebuttoned her top.

They walked back to the parking lot.

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2 thoughts on “Kiss Me in the Rain”

  1. This reminds me so much of the day things got serious between me and my fiance. I knew him for some time but somehow we never got involved. One day I went to the beach alone and there he was with his boy gang. I remember being so shy, not knowing what to do or to say but luckily fate helped. Suddenly the heaviest rain ever started and we both enter the water since we didn’t have any trees to hide under. Two minutes later we were kissing like crazy and now, 14 years later, we’re still crazy in love and he’s still as sexy to me!

  2. I don’t know what rain has to do with sex, but believe me, sex in rainy weather is more intense and level of enjoyment is much greater as compared to sex done in routine. The long kiss discussed in this story is a perfect example and Rowena proved that she is an exceptional author. Thank you Rowena for writing an awesome short story for us!

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