About a month ago, a guy named Eric found his way into my friend group. We hadn’t really spent much time together, but he seemed cool enough, Fairly good looking, not too cocky or forward. As the fourth of July was getting close, he invited me and several other friends to his house, complete with a pool, for a cookout and some fun. We were all in. That is, until the day of. The forecast had been calling for rain all week, and it hadn’t let up. We were supposed to get poured on, and it was supposed to happen at about the time of the cookout. Quickly, everyone bowed out in the group text. I could tell Eric was bummed that it was all going to shit, so I told him that I would still stop by, even if we ended up having to cook the burgers inside.

So, shortly before noon, I arrived at his house, wearing a red knee length sundress that showed plenty of pale leg, a blue belt with matching flats, and a white ribbon tying my hair back. It wasn’t the sexiest outfit I’ve ever worn, but it did nothing to hide my 36C tits. I wasn’t there with the intent to fuck, but I’d be lying if the thought of being with Eric hadn’t crossed my mine one or two…or twenty…times.

He was a gracious host, making sure that I had a drink in my hand as soon as I walked in the door. The sky was cloudy, it looked like it could start raining any time, but it was holding off. Eric said that he was going to try to grill out, since it looked like we’d have just enough time. I sat out on the deck with him and we chatted while the grill was warming up. I was surprised by how funny he was, and witty. Even when he was focusing on the grill, he didn’t miss a beat in the conversation. I did catch him checking me out several times as he looked back at me, dangling my feet in the pool, but I didn’t mind. Truth be told, every time he turned back around, I was staring at his ass.

As if on cue, as Eric was taking the burgers off the grill, with a rumble of thunder, the storm rolled in, from nothing at all to a total downpour in seconds, drenching both of us, and the burgers, instantly. We burst out laughing. He asked if I wanted to go for a swim and I laughed, telling him that I might as well, since I was already drenched. He came over and helped me up and led me inside to get out of the rain, both of us still laughing. As we stood in his living room, dripping on the tile patch just inside the door, our laughs dropped to giggles, and he looked down over me. My dress hadn’t been hiding my figure, but it hadn’t been advertising it. Soaked in rain, though, it was leaving very little to the imagination, clinging to my every curve, from my tits, to my flat stomach, to my hips, like it was painted on. Eric cleared his throat and asked if I wanted to go home and change. I told him that I didn’t want to get into my car in soaking wet clothes, and my shoes were still out by the pool, anyways. Both were phony excuses. The way he was looking at me was getting me worked up.

Eric asked if I wanted to hang up my dress to dry off, and I nodded, turning around and asking him to unzip my dress as I undid my belt. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as I pulled my hair to the side. He was trying to keep it steady, but I could tell that he was struggling to keep his cool as he watched inch after inch of pale skin come into view. He started to tell me that I could go to the bathroom, but I shrugged the dress off, letting it fall to the ground with a wet slap, stopping his sentence dead in the middle. I turned around, mere inches from Eric. His eyes yoyoed down my body, over the simple white bra and thong that I was wearing. He quietly said that he would put my dress in the dryer, and I told him that he could, and I could be headed home in an hour or so, or we could just hang it over the back of a chair and I’d have to stay around for the rest of the day. I stepped back, out of the dress that was pooled at my feet, and bent over at the waist, passing tantalizingly close to his cock, which was straining at the front of his shorts, picking the dress up, and standing backup, holding it out for him. He looked down at it for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me.

I had hoped for a little more buildup before we jumped into bed, but Eric, much larger than my 5’6” slender frame, was able to pick me up easily, grabbing me by the ass and lifting me as I squealed into his kiss with excitement, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me deeper into the house, down the hall, and kicked open to the door to his bedroom, laying me down on the bed, never breaking our kiss. He stood up and I unwrapped my legs, he ran his hands down my chest, over my tits, down to my stomach, muttering about how beautiful I was. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side, whispering about how he’d wanted to do this since the first time he’d seen me. I giggled playfully, arching my back to give myself enough room to unclasp my bra as I told him that all he’d ever had to do was ask. As my bra was thrown to the side, he growled, bending over and sucking on my rosy, sensitive nipples, first one, then the other as I moaned out. He’d been whispering, almost like he’d been afraid that he’d break the solemn moment. I had no such concerns. I moaned out so loud that I could hear it echoing through the empty house. I clenched my eyes shut, grabbing fistfuls of his bedspread. Between my legs, I could feel him fumbling, trying to undo his belt.

When he was finally able to free himself, he shoved his pants down and pulled my panties aside, pushing ahead like he was afraid that I was about to change my mind. My voice hit a new octave as his thick prick pushed inside me all in one push, filling me entirely. His attention on my nipples faded as his pelvis met mine. His head lolled to one side, his cheek resting on my soft breast. I stroked his hair and cooed comfortingly. I could tell it had been a while for him. I was happy to help. When I kissed the top of his head, he lifted himself, his cock twitching enticingly inside me. I kissed him softly on the lips, smiled, and told him to fuck me. He smiled back. He slowly stood up straight, hooking my legs over his shoulders and yanking me closer to the edge of the bed, then he pulled back and rammed himself forward with enough force that I was glad he still had a firm grasp on me.

What followed was several minutes of blindingly fast, hard, bordering on angry fucking. The sound of his skin slapping off of mine drowned out the sound of the rain pelting the window. I tried to match his pace, but he was out of control, so I settled for letting my head lay back as I cupped my bouncing tits, squeezing my nippes as I rode the waves of pleasure.

I’m usually pretty good at telling when a guy is about to cum, but Eric didn’t give me any warning. One moment, he was pounding as hard as he could, the next, with a roar, he was pulling out, jerking a couple of times, and then shooting thick ropes over my stomach, his dick jerking with every blast, four, five, six times before settling into gentle dribbles onto my sweat-soaked panties. He stumbled backward, tripping slightly over the shorts that were still tangled up around his ankles, and leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. I scooped a particularly large deposit of cum from between my tits and popped it in my mouth. He smiled, and his member twitched threateningly at the sight. It was hot, rich, and tasty. I hated that it had been wasted.

I thought he was going to lay down next to me for a moment, but he grumbled something about needing to take a shower, and he stumbled out of the room. I laid there for a moment. Surely, I hadn’t done anything wrong, he was the one who had initiated everything except a bit of flirting. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain and the shower down the hall, feeling the cum on my stomach and chest drying in the cool air conditioning. After some indeterminate amount of time, I got up and walked down to the bathroom. Knocking lightly on the door, he told me to come in. I asked if he had anything to clean myself up, and he said that he’d be done in the shower shortly, if I wanted to hop in. I asked if he minded if I jumped in with him, and he hesitated, then told me to come in.

The shower was spacious, with a bench and plenty of room for the both of us, plus another guest, if we were so inclined. Sensing some light hesitence from him, I didn’t try to start anything, I just rinsed myself off, got some of the rain grime out of my hair, and chatted with Eric. He was a bit reserved, but got back to his old self quickly, and watching me naked in the shower had a quick effect on him. I nodded to it and asked if it was for me, and he smiled, but told me that he wasn’t looking to get attached or anything. I told him that I wasn’t looking to get married, just to get fucked. He looked surprised, but didn’t say anything. I approached him and sank down to my knees, sucking on his freshly cleaned cock, the hard floor of the shower rough on my knees, but I’ve sucked cock in worse conditions. He sighed softly and held my wet hair back like a true gentleman.

When he was back to his full, rigid, rock hardness, I looked up at him and told him to fuck me. He helped me to my feet and turned me around, bending his knees to get the right angle before pushing inside me again, more gently this time. He fucked me like that, in the awkward way that porn doesn’t let you know all shower sex turns out to be, before he turned the shower off and helped me out of the shower, smacking my ass as we raced down to the bedroom like a couple of teenagers with a free weekend. Back in the bedroom, I laid him down on the bed and straddled him. Reaching down, I aimed him before lowering down, groaning out as I slowly took him, first half way, then easing myself up, then three quarters, then up, then all the way down. His eyes fluttered with every movement. I grabbed his hands and directed them to my tits, and he took his direction well, Softly squeezing and tweaking as I gently rocked my hips. With the rain still pounding on the window, the environment was decidedly cozy. Neither of us had anywhere to be, so we took our time. I bucked my hips, sighing softly as his beautiful cock hit every spot I wanted it to. I leaned forward and kissed him, my hard nipples pressing against his chest as the minutes stretched on and on. Finally, having had enough torture, he leveraged his superior weight to flip me onto my back.

He didn’t fuck me like before. He made me feel it, and he stared me in the eyes the entire time. Ultimately, he wasn’t able to outlast me, though, and he clenched his eyes shut. I gasped as he cock bucked inside me, filling his condom with another surprisingly large load. He rolled over, kissed me on the cheek, and thanked me as I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up to find my dress, belt, shoes, and hair ribbon hanging off his closet door, all clean and dry. I dressed myself and went looking for him. He was in the kitchen, fixing breakfast, the sun shining through. He joked that he decided to cook somewhere where the weather wouldn’t ruin it. I laughed, but my stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I’d skipped lunch, and slept through dinner the previous day. Fortunately, he made huge helpings. I, in all my ladylike glory, devoured it. He promised me that he wouldn’t tell anyone what we’d done, but I shrugged. There’s not a single person in our mutual friend group who would be the least bit surprised. He asked if we could do it again, and I nodded, kissed him, and told him that, as long as he didn’t catch feelings, I’d be seeing him a lot more.