It had been pouring outside for two days straight, leaving the couple pretty much confined to their stinking hot, little cabin. With curtains opened, they sat, watching the rain and playing gin rummy.
“Gin,” she said smirking, laying her cards on the table. “Seven games to one. I am on a roll! Your deal.”
“No more cards,” he stated. “And no more puzzles. We’re on holidays for Christ’s sake! As if we’re stuck, cooped up in here the whole time.”
She laughed. “I know, Baby. But you’ve got to admit that it’s better being stuck in this hot little cabin than being at work, right? Or being anywhere else for that matter.”
Smiling, he answered, “You’re right. There is absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m just getting restless is all.”
“Well, let me get you something to make you feel a little more at ease,” she said standing. He watched her walk to the refrigerator, appreciating the little summer dress as it clung to her hips. And those stunning golden-brown legs.
‘God, she truly is a vision,’ he thought to himself, as his eyes travelled up to her face.
Her long hair – slightly damp from the moisture in the air – framed her gorgeous face perfectly.
“You are a goddess,” he whispered, as she handed him a beer.
“Why, thankyou,” she said coyly, cocking her head to the side. “And you don’t look too bad yourself. Sitting there with nothing but your jeans on.”
He reached for her hand, brought it up to his lips, kissed it gently.
She giggled, and then asked, “Want to play a game?”
He groaned, “No more games!”
“This one’s different. You’ll like it,” she promised, taking a sip of her beer. Raising an eyebrow, he opened his own beer and took a swig.
“Alright, I’m intrigued. What is it?”
She grinned. “Truth or dare. You first.”
Taking a seat on the kitchen counter opposite him, she waited.
He leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out. “Hmm…Truth.”
“Okay. If we had a threesome, who would you like it to be with?” she asked.
“Do you mean someone we know, or anyone?”
“Anyone,” she answered, swinging her legs back and forth.
“Salma Hayek,” he replied, without hesitation. “Seeing the two hottest women alive getting it on…I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that at all actually. As long as you don’t run off with her afterwards.”
“Not a chance,” he scoffed. “I’m all yours, Baby.”
Still chuckling, she said, “Alright, my turn. I choose ‘dare’.”
“Do you now? What should I have you do?” Watching her, he began to nod his head. “The possibilities seem endless, but I’ll start with something simple. Take your panties off and then stay sitting just as you are right now. I’ve got a pretty good view from here, so…”
She slowly leaned her body to the right, placed her left hand under her dress and hooked her thumb underneath the top of her underwear. Pulling them down as far as they would go, she shifted her weight to the left and removed them completely. Parting her legs, she threw her panties onto his lap and there they sat, an inch away from his hardening cock.
“This game isn’t going to last very long, is it?” she murmured.
He shook his head. “Probably not, no. Do you want to keep on playing?”
“Damn right I do!” she answered with a glint in her eye. “It’s your turn. Choose.”
His gaze travelled from her face to her breasts, and settled in between her legs. “Dare,” he said, looking up and into her eyes. “What would you like me to do?”
“Me,” she smirked. “Right now.”
“Alright, but we haven’t finished the game just yet.” He moved to the counter, stood in between her parted legs. “Truth or dare?”
She leaned her head back and smiled. “Dare.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up, and headed for the door.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, excited – her legs tightening around him.
He grinned devilishly. “I dare you, to let me do you, out there.”
Clinging to him, she nodded.
Sliding open the door, they stepped out into the pouring rain. The droplets were hard, but cool – beating their bodies, yet soothing them all at once. Within seconds they were soaked through. With her legs still firmly around him, he backed her up against a tree, kissing her frantically.
“I love you,” he whispered, between kisses.
“What?” she yelled over the downpour.
“I fucking love you!”
Glancing around – his vision blurred – he spied a fallen tree. He laid her upon it and pulled at the straps on her dress, exposing her naked breasts. His mouth on her nipple, he sucked greedily, roughly. She arched her back and moaned in ecstasy. Kissing her belly, he worked his way down. Fingers in her pussy, tongue on her clit – he couldn’t get enough of her. Needed to taste every inch of her. His tongue inside of her, flicking, swirling – round and round.
She lifted her head and watched him. His hair matted against his head as he worked on her. Drops of rain dripped off his nose, his eyelashes. Passion swelled inside of her. She had never felt so hot before, so turned on. Needing to be released, she called to him.
“Now. Please now.”
He lifted her off the log, then bent her over it. Unbuttoning his jeans, he exposed himself, and guided his cock into her hot, juicy opening. She screamed with delight. Rain pelting against her, cock ramming into her.
“I’m not going to last much longer”, he panted into her ear.
“I don’t want you to,” she moaned. “Give it to me hard and fast. I want intensity.” Her juices were already flowing down her legs – or was that the rain? She was all so scattered, her head spun.
He increased his speed, pounding her almost violently. Suddenly he howled and pulled out, his cum spurting over her thighs and bottom. She shook wildly; every cell in her body bursting with orgasmic pleasure.
“Oh, my god,” he gasped, hugging her from behind. “That was the best fuck of my life!”
“Me too,” she murmured, shivering.
