Making Me Wet While Trapped in the Rainstorm

The Rain Came out of Nowhere, and So Did I!

The rain started pouring. Seriously, out of nowhere, and making me wet as we ran to the car. We were planning on heading home after dinner. Just a couple of friends hanging out with their leftovers. But the storm nixed those plans. Before long, we were stuck in the car; the wipers were going crazy. The raindrops were really loud. My friend leaned back, sighed, and stared at the raindrops on the windshield. “Guess we’re stuck here,” he said. I chuckled, trying to sound chill. “Could be worse.” But my heart was going a mile a minute.

The car was small, but the vibe between us felt heavy, making me wet. The streetlights made orange streaks on the windows, and I watched shadows move across his face. It occurred to me how close we were. With the car so small, every move felt big. My hand brushed his. Briefly, easy to miss, but it mattered. He didn’t pull away. Then, his fingers touched mine, tracing my wrist like he was waiting to see what happened. The tension was crazy. It was like it was asking, Should we really do this? When he leaned in, he did it slowly. He was gentle, like he was giving me a chance to stop him, to tell us both not to do this. But I didn’t.

It Was More Than Just The Rain Making Me Wet!

I fidgeted in my seat, and the leather squeaked. The air wasn’t just heavy, it was too warm, the air pressing against you. He was right there, near enough to catch his cologne, that woodsy scent that gets me every time. He exhaled against my neck, and then he pressed in. The kiss began slowly, softly, but suddenly the world disappeared. I let go and felt everything. The rain was nothing but white noise now; nothing else mattered. My entire body felt illuminated. His hand against my neck, his mouth on mine, the rain thudding outside.

The storm continued to rage, but it was what was happening between us that was making me wet. Our storm was gentler, softer, just the two of us breathing each other in. His knee brushed against mine, just barely meeting flesh, but it shot heat through my body. I leaned in to him, seeking the warmth between our bodies, capturing the sheen of rain reflected in his eyes. The windows were fogging up, hiding us from the outside world. Out there didn’t matter anymore. There was only him and me.

The Car Smelled Like Rain and Sex.

Clothes started to come off as we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. His fingers slid underneath my panties, and he felt how he’d been making me wet this whole time. We were breathing quickly, keeping pace with the rain. Each heartbeat, each fidget in the tight space felt magnified. The storm outside appeared to respond to us, the wind blowing louder against the windows; the rain drumming harder, as if stepping us along. My pulse raced simply to be able to feel it, and my body shook.

Our bodies clung together, a heartbeat from one another. Fingers traced arms, hands caressed curves, and lips touched every bit of skin they could reach. I felt him making me wet. So near and so attentive that he was responding to all my quivers and subtle changes. It was chaos and control all at the same time. A dance of giving and taking. The heat, the closeness, the intimacy of the senses stretched every moment to the point of feeling it would last forever.

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