I lay in bed last night, listening to the rain and trying to fall asleep. The soft, steady patter of raindrops on the balcony outside my window was a soothing backdrop to my chaotic thoughts. My mind just wouldn’t seem to let go and unwind from the day. Gradually, my thoughts slipped to you, and how much you enjoy the sound of the rain. I wondered if it was raining there, if you were listening to it fall as you lay alone in your bed the way I lay in mine. As usual, when I’ve been thinking of you, my thoughts turned to things we’ve done together, places we’ve seen.

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The soft summer twilight of late August wrapped around us as we walked along the dirt road. The reddish brown clay was dry and hot underneath our feet, raising puffs of dust as we walked hand in hand beside fields of soybeans, peanuts and cotton. We were wandering nowhere in particular; content just to enjoy each other’s company and time alone after a hectic day with family. Rounding a curve in the road, I led you between two old sturdy cedars into one of the fields. Stopping in the growing shadows under the trees, I pointed out to you the pile of bricks just off to the right. 

“This is the old homestead,” I told you. 

“Oh? Your grandmother’s you mean?”

“Exactly that. This is where she was born. The house was over there, and my grandfather proposed under this very tree. One of my cousins bought this land a couple years ago and tore the house down.” A note of wistfulness has crept into my voice as I remembered the way things looked before, and wished I could share it with you. 

“Don’t be sad, punkin,” you tell me. “Life moves on, things change.” 

Tugging on my hand, you pull me into your arms and wrap them tight around me. I lay my head against your chest and encircle your waist with my arms as you hold me. You’re just the perfect height, my head fits snugly on your shoulder, my nose nestles into the hollow between your collarbone and shoulder at the base of your neck. We stand there for a few moments, feeling the silence and shadows deepen, cherishing the feel of closeness. 

You press a kiss to my forehead and I tilt my head back to look up at you. Your eyes glint mischievously in the growing darkness. I feel your hands drift down to cup my ass through the short denim skirt I’m wearing, pressing me closer to your body. I rise up on my toes and kiss you, lightly at first, feeling the glide of your lips against mine. Our kiss becomes more passionate, tongues lightly dancing, dueling. I slide one hand into your hair as I suck on your tongue as if it were your cock, drawing a soft moan from the back of your throat. Nipping at your bottom lip, I move my left hand down to rub against your cock through your faded jeans. 

You take advantage of my momentary distraction upon discovering your erection to trail kisses down the side of my neck, pausing to suck and bite in the curve of my jaw, causing me to gasp and moan. Your hand slides up under my t-shirt to lightly grasp my breast, thumb gently teasing the nipple. It swiftly hardens and I arch my back, pushing my breast into your hand, wanting a firmer touch. Drawing the cups of my bra down, you push my shirt up over my breasts, kissing and licking the upper slopes. You draw the nipple into the hot suction of your mouth, laving the tip with your tongue, occasionally biting slightly. 

My hands busy themselves with the buttons at your fly, and I pull away from you as I push your jeans and underwear down to your knees. Kneeling before you, I lightly stroke your hard cock before taking it in my mouth. Slow licks on the sides and around the head make you moan and your hips thrust forward, a silent entreaty to take you deeper. I slide my mouth down your shaft, tongue teasing the underside, pausing occasionally to let you feel the edge of my teeth. This always seems to turn you on even more. I start to bob my head back and forth, taking a little more of you into my mouth each time, until almost all your cock is sliding between my lips. You slide your hands into my hair, controlling my speed, feeling the movement of my mouth on your cock. I brace one hand on your ass, occasionally pulling you into me, while the other gently cups and plays with your balls. Your moans get louder and more frequent as you get closer and closer to coming. Eventually you touch me on the shoulder and tug lightly, pulling me up to my feet. 

You kiss me again, full of passion as your hand makes its way between my thighs. Pulling my panties down, I step out of them, then guide your hand back to my pussy. I feel your fingertips trace the outlines of my labia before skimming down the crease of my sex. Spreading the moisture you’ve found there, one finger slides between my lips to circle and tease my clit before spearing inside me. Lifting one leg, I wrap it around your hips, opening myself more fully to you. Taking your cock in my hand, I rub the head up and down my slit a few times, teasing us both before sliding you into me. 

The feel of you filling me causes my breath to rush out in a moaning whoosh. Faintly I hear your groan that always accompanies penetration. Cupping my hips in your hands, you begin to move inside me, the slow pull and draw of your flesh against mine. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply, as you begin to move faster and deeper within me. It doesn’t take long before we are writhing against each other, bodies slapping together in an elemental dance of lust. My moans heighten and then stop completely as I shudder against you in orgasm. The clasp and release of my pussy against your cock speeds your descent over the edge. You pound into me faster and harder, hips moving clock-like and then in a rapid disjointed rhythm as you seek your own release. With an agonized groan, you thrust hard inside me as you come. I pull you tight against me, feeling your warmth. 

After a moment, you kiss me and we separate. We tidy ourselves and get dressed again, before taking hands to walk back home in the growing night. 

The End

This story was written for me by my girlfriend. I was very taken with it, and very flattered by the gesture. Come to think of it, I'm a lucky guy. How often does an old cuss like me get a love letter? Thank you punkin, and as always thanks to my constant readers. 

LE
Darkeyeddemon