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I had just left the coffee shop where I’d been nursing a latte, thinking about the cute guy I saw ordering coffee while I was there. He was in and out in a flash, but the scent of his cologne lingered just enough for me to daydream. I turned the corner onto Maple Avenue, my favorite shortcut, and there he was, leaning against the brick wall of the alley. It started to rain almost as soon as we made eye-contact.
I laughed in disbelief and he reached out, brushing a stray droplet of water from my cheek. The feeling of his fingertip on my face sent a delightful shiver down my spine. “You look like you belong in a movie,” he whispered. I answered with a cheeky “Only if you’re the director,” and we both giggled.
I had just left the coffee shop
He slipped his arm around my waist and I pressed my shoulder against his, feeling his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. He tilted my chin up and with his lips barely brushing my ear, said “Do you ever get tired of waiting for the perfect moment?” I squeezed his hand and replied, “Always.” As soon as he laughed, my pulse raced like a drum solo in a summer concert.
We ducked into a narrow, graffiti‑covered doorway that offered a brief sanctuary from the downpour. He turned to face me and brushed a damp strand of hair away from my face. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin against the coolness of the rain-soaked air.
Our kiss was soft at first, like a tentative exploration or even a playful testing of boundaries. My hands slipped under his jacket, as he whispered “You’re making this rain even hotter.” As the storm intensified, we found ourselves slipping and sliding across the slick pavement, as we tried to seek a private place to explore each other’s bodies.
By the time we finally found ourselves in a small hidden park, my pussy was almost as wet as my head. It wasn’t long before we were fucking on the soft, wet grass.
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