"The Dark Summer Rain" (mf voy, inc?) by Jeff Zephyr

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"The Dark Summer Rain" (mf voy, inc?) by Jeff Zephyr
 (c) 2002 all commercial rights reserved

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I'd always thought a hard summer rain after dark is great, especially
when you need space to relax and think.  My wife and I had been
embroiled in some stupid argument for an hour. I had to get out of the
house that night, but I didn't really want to go anywhere.  Now
getting soaked in the back yard might, to some, seem to have been a
stupid idea, but there was something cleansing, emotionally, about
walking in the soaking wet darkness.

I heard voices, and wondered who else would be out in the rain?  My
next door neighbors? I couldn't recognize the voices, but there was
something interesting about the tone, the laughing.

I walked toward the sound, bitten by curiosity.  A voyeur's curiosity,
if my guess was right.  I didn't want to get caught at it, but the
thought of catching someone making love in the night rain seemed
exciting.

I didn't really expect to find what I did.  When my wife and I were
younger, we did things like going outside at night to have sex.  But
now we were older, mature parents, and past such silly things.  My
neighbors, the ones most likely to be in their yard, were even older
than us.  I'd never thought of them as adventurers, not even as much
as we still were. Or at least, as we had been not long ago.  I was
still angry, and she was too.  Not much chance of us getting together
for making love in any special way, or even just having ordinary sex
for that matter.

There were two people laying on the wet muddy ground.  One atop the
other, in a position which was highly suggestive.  They were in my
yard, near the fence, not in the neighbors' own yard.  It was too dark
to recognize them, but not so dark that I couldn't recognize their
movements.

He was on top of her, his hips moving up and down, hers rising up to
meet him, in a lovely slow rhythm.  A sudden flash of lightning made
it clear that he was naked, his body slick with rain.  I couldn't see
details of her body, but I got a brief glimpse of her bare breasts in
the flash, before they disappeared again in the darkness.

I walked ... no, crept ... slowly forward, listening and watching.  I
kept behind the bushes, or right next to them, and hoped they wouldn't
see me.  The noise of the rain would cover any sounds I might make,
but it also made it hard for me to hear them.  I wanted to see and
hear more.

They were on my property, after all.  If they wanted to have sex
outside in privacy they should have gone somewhere else.  I didn't
think I'd get caught though because they were too into what they were
doing, and it was dark.

The pouring rain slacked off and I stopped moving, kneeling down. 
They were still at it and I could hear them talking. It was most
definitely not my neighbors.

A cold chill swept through me as I recognized the girl's voice.  Girl?
Just a teenager really.  I didn't think she was even having sex yet. 
What parent wants to find out this way?

I mean, she was out there in our yard, knowing her parents were in the
house, stark naked and getting fucked by her boyfriend.  I'd seen that
she was naked. I could still see them,  not clearly but there was
enough light to make it entirely clear that both were naked, and he
was pounding into her, fucking her very hard.

My excitement-induced hard-on turned into a terrible embarrassment. 
It wouldn't go away, either. Looking away was also no option. I wanted
to run, but what I was watching was just too fascinating.

How often do you get to watch someone else make love?  I was no
Peeping Tom, looking around for such chances, and it had been ages
since college parties, where it seemed OK to make out all the way in
the bedroom, even if someone walked in on you.

But this was entirely different. Part of me wanted to run over and
pull the boy off her... But then they'd know I was watching them do
it.  She'd see my hard-on, and know that I was getting off on seeing
her make love.  How could I explain that? And was this rape, or love?
Did she really want to have this boy drilling her hard?  Was he being
a good lover?  Did he really care about her?

Lightning flashed again and I saw them both in sharp clarity.  She had
her legs up over him, and her back was arched in pleasure.  He was
pumping into her, and, in the stop-action of the lightning flash,
looked like a statue.  A sexy one out of a museum.  Both of them were,
a marvelous vision of human beauty.

Obviously it wasn't rape ... But was it love?

In that moment, I crept forward.  I was in the shadows, with the house
and yard lights off to the side of me.  I knew they wouldn't be able
to see me easily, and I could reach cover scant feet from them in
seconds.

Once I stopped, I realized my heart was pounding and my legs were
weak.  I was terribly excited, not just sexually.  I'd never do this
again.  I didn't think I'd find them making love in our yard every
night, and I knew that I couldn't handle watching them go at it again,
even if they did.

I was her father.  I was not unaware of her sexuality; her sexy
beauty, or her body.  But I'd survived her blossoming into a woman;
able to treat her as my daughter, not a sexy young woman.  Her friends
were another matter, but my girl was still my little child.  If I
caught her naked, which hadn't happened in years, like in her room,
I'd walk away, close my eyes in embarrassment.  Even if she didn't
know I was there, I wouldn't look.

This was different.  I had a fatherly duty to learn if my little girl
was being treated well.  Even at that moment I knew it was
rationalizing, because I was undeniably turned on watching her make
love.  The glimpses of her naked form were the best sex show I'd ever
seen.

I liked her boyfriend.  I thought he was a little shy and maybe a bit
ordinary, but he seemed like a good kid.  My daughter was certainly
old enough to date, to kiss, to dance with boys.  She was in high
school, and I knew that she could be having sex.

I just had no sign, before this night, that she was actually doing it.
Was this her first time?  How long had this been going on?

"Do that, hard and fast, quick like a bunny, honey," I heard my little
girl say.  "I love it when you fuck me fast."

"I'm going to keep it up until you come, Snuggles.  Zoom, zoom, zoom,
boom, boom, boom...," the boy replied, chanting in time with her sighs
of pleasure.

They chanted together, the words slurring into soft breathy moans,
until I heard my girl cry out.

"Roll over," she told her boyfriend.  "Let me get on top.  You can get
some mud on your back," she said giggling.  Soon, the sounds of love
began again, this time with my daughter on top of him.

Facing halfway toward me, the light was enough to let me see her upper
body, and even between her legs.  I could see her smile of pleasure,
too.  He'd given her an orgasm, fucked her hard, then let her move on
top for more.

Strange.  I mean, I was still aroused, but suddenly I felt a warm glow
of love.  For both of them.  I knew that he'd make her feel good, he
cared about her like that.  I already knew, because she talked about
it sometimes, that he was nice to her in many other ways. 

"Can you hold off a little, kitty-boy?  My pussy is just about ready
again, pretty please?"

I heard him groan, but apparently he was able to hold back his shot
and give her time to reach her peak.  Then, she bucked on top of him,
her body shaking in the joy of pure pleasure.

She lay on top of him, and I heard both of them whispering "I love
you" back and forth.  Then they lay quietly, as the rain picked up and
washed over them and me.

Why had I been angry with my wife tonight, I wondered.  I wasn't so
old that I couldn't make love to my wife like that.  I remembered when
we'd done it, in this same spot.  Out in the rain, even.  I could
still hear our promises to each other, to love each other forever.  I
had not forgotten ... I'd just let myself look away.

I looked away from my child, as she lay in the afterglow of love. 
Then I turned back, unable to resist one last look at her naked form. 
Her breasts were pressed against his chest but her back and bottom
were still lovely to watch.  I'd have to take care, not to think too
much about her like this.

Her mother was as lovely, and I loved her at least as much.  It was
time for me to go up to the house, and show her that I still cared.  I
knew there was still time to make up ... and make love.  And just
maybe there would be a spot for us in the yard later. Under the tree
... In the dark summer rain.



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