A Rainy Night In Florida

Hey Pat,
It's been raining here since Tuesday or Wednesday, maybe even Monday. It's rained hard most of the time and there has been a lot of localized flooding. We don't have the best drainage system here and I'm sure you remember some of those storms we had when you were here.

But that's only part of the reason I'm writing this.

Before I left Maryland, when I thought there was a chance that you would make it down for a weekend or a few days; I had dreamed of making love to you outside on the deck, at night, in the rain.

I suppose one of the reasons this came to mind was because of your desire to feel like you're being watched or the possibility of being caught. My deck is only visible from one side of the house and has woods on the backside.

The rain is important in this fantasy because it keeps the mosquitoes away. But, I'm slightly ahead of myself; so, let me start at the beginning.

It's a warm, rainy night. It’s a constant rain, not too heavy, but enough to make you feel like you were standing in a shower. We've had dinner and a few drinks, just a couple to loosen things up a little. The music is playing in the background and I've dimmed the lights in the living room.

While I was clearing the table, you had gone back into the bedroom. When I turned around, you were standing in the hallway. I started looking at you from the floor up.

It started with these killer heels, red soles, and progressed up those long beautiful legs. I had to stop and catch my breath because my breathing had started to become heavy.

My gaze didn't get much higher than that because you strolled by me and out onto the deck. I watched in amazement as you slowly danced to the music in the rain.

The sheer baby doll you wore became totally transparent as it clung to your body, exposing the nipples of your breasts, made hard by the coolness of the rain, and the tiny G-string thong.

The light from the dining room reflected off you body as you moved to the music, and as you rotated in a very sexy circle, the material of the nighty clung to your ass.

As you moved farther out on to the deck, you motioned for me to come to you. Of course, we know you don't have to call me twice. In an instant, I'm stripped down and on the deck with you in my arms.

We spend the next couple of hours rolling around on the deck in the rain, making love in every conceivable position. The fact that we are outside, in the rain, seems to affect you like an aphrodisiac. The more you get, the more you want, and it seems as though neither of us has any intent on stopping until we're both exhausted.

So much for rainy nights!
Halla at ya later.
Walt