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Archive name: smelling.txt (MF, rom, exh)
Authors name: RJJoseph (blndplt1@aol.com)
Story title : Smelling Rain
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Smelling Rain (MF, rom, exh)
by RJJoseph (blndplt1@aol.com)
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A passionate stolen moment consumated beneath an angry
sky.
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Thunder booms from the distance, ringing off the hills
behind me.
Dark thunderheads rise, looming over the horizon. The
last dying rays of the sun, refracted red and angry
slowly give way to the growing clouds rising on
convected air masses.
The storm will strike soon; wreaking havoc on the
orderly masses of humanity whose timetables rarely allow
any time for the intrusions of an environment everyone
takes for granted. The birds, in their wisdom, take
flight for higher ground along with the gathering
breezes, desperate to stay ahead of the coming torrent.
I stand, face to the sky, eyes closed; smelling the cool
change as the barometer drops. The clean smell harkens
my memories back to the night I had you, beneath the
stairs, between the townhouses, stolen into the night.
As the first raindrops spot my shirt, I drift off
reveling in the passion that drove us past our fears and
inhibitions.
My arms are spread in supplication towards the heaving
sky, mutely pleading for the chance to have you again.
Lightning strikes nearby, responding to my cries as if
to say, be careful what you wish for.
As the tears roll down my face, the saltiness mixed in
my mouth with the incessant rain, I realize that being
careful is not what I seek, it is you.
Ironic how it's come to this, when you consider how it
all began.
We were both wary of each other. The stolen glances only
supported our fear that this may be something larger
than we could comfortably handle. We both had histories,
certain baggage that precluded us from standing forth
openly and proclaiming our lust.
So we skirted the issue, our conversations ever placid
and safe; devoid of any innuendo or suggestion. We never
showed each other the face of the desire that welled
inside us, as we stood close. I seem to remember that we
stayed rooted in that spot, lulled by the false sense of
security, for a while.
That Friday night in late August, however, all hell
broke loose.
The coming storm was the worst one to hit the seaside
town in ten years. It was if the streets had rolled up
in fear. There was not a soul to be seen or to be
served. The restaurant closed early, those of us on
shift clustered around the bar as if we had nowhere else
to go. As I remember it, I think we all were scared to
leave. Better to have taken our chances there, where
there was at least food, drink and candles to be struck.
The dank walls of the familiar bar were as a sanctuary
that night.
After a few shots of tequila the mood started to loosen
with the nervous laughter of people trying very hard to
ignore the obvious. Everyone got a little more animated
as the liquor poured through them, filling them with an
empty bravado.
Conversations took on a boisterous level as braggarts
and liars competed for attention. I straddled the corner
of the bar, nearest the window, as far away from the
sweating crowd as I could. I couldn't deny that I was
part of it, but embarrassed by my need to be there.
That's when I saw you through the streaked window,
outside, down at the corner. You watched the front door
of the bar, waiting. My heart leapt at the thought that
it might be me that you were waiting for. Finally you
caught me, looking at you through the smoke-smeared
glass. Defiantly you held my eyes, as if in dare. You
lowered your umbrella and I watched, mute, enraptured as
the steady rain soaked your hair. The black dress you
wore clung to your body like a hungry lover, your
breasts outlined against the rough cotton fabric.
Your eyes never left mine, the light turn of your lips
tempting me out.
Leaving my warming beer on the bar, I stumbled through
the crowd that had gathered at the door, watching you.
Forgetting my change, my glasses and any chance left for
sanity, I went forth into the rain. I stood in front of
you; close enough to smell your need, still held by your
graying eyes. The damp hair framed your lovely face that
haunts my dreams still. You held out your hand and I
took it meekly, knowing that my time had come at last;
that defining moment when I knew greatness was upon me.
I shook with the fear and the joy of it.
This was the gift I would not squander, I silently swore
to myself.
We silently turned and walked up the winding lane, into
the gathering gloom of our stormy nightfall.
I gathered up my courage about me, forcing my pace.
It was now or never, I chided myself.
Swallowing deep, I took charge and veered off to our
left; ignobly dragging you in my wake. Away from the
dimmed streetlights, between two towering buildings, we
huddled into one another. The apartments that loomed
above us seemed to cower before the storm, lashed
together against the onslaught with the fragile strength
of an intricate lacing of stairs.
Quietly, I ushered you into the shadows of streaming run
off, beneath the stairs; a temporary shelter in which to
grab a brief respite against the wind and rain.
A secret place in which to finally show you the dreams
that I had held so close.
You shivered briefly in the coolness of our hide away
chilled by the breeze that whistled through the
alleyways.
For the first time I saw in your eyes a tinge of panic,
uncalculated dangers running through your mind. I held
onto your shoulder with one hand, using my other hand to
furtively search my jacket's pockets.
Dammit, I cursed to myself, it had to be there
somewhere. No not there, here perhaps.
Shit.
Thunder crashed over my head.
Startled, I laughed.
Remembering now, I shake my head and silently chuckle.
The look of your face then in that moment, what you must
have thought.
The panic was clear for anyone to see. You had started
the dance but half way through you found out that the
rhythm of the beat might sweep you away, in spite of
your leading.
Then, I finally found it.
It was where I least expected it; I mean I had saved it
for so long. It was not like me to have been so careless
with it. It had been my own fault, of course. The object
that I had held and cherished for so long was rolled
sloppily, stuffed haphazardly into an inside pocket of
my jacket. Pulling it from my coat its condition lacked
any of the meaning and importance that I placed upon it.
In fear of my next movement you stood away; ready for
flight, listing before me so that you could make a break
for the street, if the need suddenly arose.
Who would feel more stupid then? The one who promised or
the one who delivered?
You decided to yourself that it might be worth riding it
out; just to see, just to guess, if only for a minute.
You watched me smooth the paper out, straightening the
edges with care. As the paper rolled out your eyes
brightened to see what I had placed upon it, using color
and charcoal to convey what my soul saw of the outside
world. Your smile shined through the gloaming, as you
instinctively knew, that the patterns of shading and
colors portrayed your greatness as perceived by me. I
proudly displayed it to you, showing without words but
with gestures how, in the perfect patterned world of my
imagination; your lovely spirit interacted with mine.
It is not complete, I pantomimed to you using grand and
meaningless movements. I mysteriously placed it into a
covered alcove.
Then, I pulled you close.
With one last falling look into your eyes, my hands
moved to your face. I wanted to remember every facet,
every mark; every line for if this were to be the one
and only time with you then my memories would have to
suffice the rest of my days. I wanted them as rich and
complex as possible. You followed my eyes, mesmerized at
the care with which you were being fondled. You closed
your eyes and, without intent, bit your lip, lost in the
loving way in which I smoothed your brow.
You had wanted it, imagined it to be a coupling of rough
savage beauty, a hard joining that would carry its
motion's memory in your bones for days. You foundered in
the unexpected luxury of caress. That caring, sensuality
of touch played over you and took you away. Your back
arched, swooning in my arms as my hands inspected your
body, following the curves of your ass.
I took great pains to follow the deep curves of your
body, fingering the slope of your pelvis, grasping the
back of your knees; digging in to your muscles.
Your nipples were raw from erection, brushing against
the heavy broadcloth of your dress. Your head snapped
back as I took your breast into my mouth, tenderly
biting it through the rain-drenched material.
My left hand supported you in the small of your back,
the right burrowed beneath your dress to massage your
inner thigh. I began to nibble, kiss and devour your
neck, pushing your dress off the shoulder with my mouth.
Your moaning told me that the pace was excruciatingly
delicious, pulling up your need through your soul
slowly. My hand made it's way up your leg until it
rested, almost, upon your heat; your pussy so hot and
wet, longing to be loved.
Pushing against the low storage shed next to the
building, I spun you around and bent you over the box.
You gasped as I threw your dress over your back and got
down on my knees behind you. Clutching the sides of the
shed with your hands, your hair flipped over your
shoulder as you turned your head, desperate to watch me.
In the mud, I roughly gripped your thighs and pulled
your ass to me. You arched your neck and threw your face
to the sky as you felt my mouth sucking on your ass,
probing with my tongue; inhaling your sweet desire. I
took time to release you long enough to catch your
breath before I started to spank the white cheeks of
your ass as I kissed it sloppily from behind at the same
time. Once, twice, the redness started to spread,
bringing heat and color to the surface; exposing your
passion openly.
I reached around your thrusting hips, placing my hand
upon your throbbing pussy. I soul kissed your pussy from
behind, my face becoming one with your body. My tongue
lashed your lips in circular motions. I tenderly played
with your clitoris, awakening the hardness within. It
strained against it's hooded flesh to rub up against the
flirting fingers that teased it. You felt your body
pulling at the seams, your lust filling you so much so
that it was like the taste of blood in your mouth; the
power incessant, undeniably urgent in it's potency.
Your guttural cries demanded me; called me to action.
The fevered look in your eyes commanded me to mount you;
to impale you upon my ready manhood.
We became like feral animals, howling into the night,
fierce against the elements.
The rain took on a rapid primal pace as I stumbled to my
feet, drunk with the power of the passion that held us.
Lightning shattered nearby as I entered you slowly from
the rear, cautious and careful. I pulled your arms back
as you whimpered into yourself; my gliding prick filling
you as you had only hoped it would. I pulled your dress
down to your elbows and used the loose material to bind
your hands tightly. You whispered raggedly with hopes
that I would not hurt you or abuse the opportunity that
you had placed in my trust. Your edgy fears only
heightened the energy that coursed through your limbs.
Your heavy breasts were your only purchase against the
unforgiving wood of the storage housing.
The drapes of the nearest window swayed, catching our
eyes. Frozen, we barely breathed as your muscles clamped
down on me, holding me still; feeling every inch of me
in and on you. Gone too far to care about being caught
out in this position I started to move against you in
determined long, loping thrusts. Your eyes closed and
your mouth moved in silent supplications, grateful for
this moment of complete domination and submission.
The tempo slowly increased as we slipped between perfect
rhythms and opposing strokes. At that point it was clear
to us that we must only move quicker and quicker,
rushing together towards ecstasy. My legs tightened as I
felt my orgasm rising, gathering momentum up through my
body. I slammed harder, gyrating my hips.
Slapping your body with mine, the sound echoed off the
closest walls. Your body rose off the storage lid as the
first wave of pleasure ripped through you. Panting, your
eyes were wide open in astonishment; you realized that
you were coming again. The orgasms came closer together
till they became one so large that you could not think,
breathe or move. Your body shuddered against me, your
limbs quivered, spastically. In the throes of that most
impossible passion I grabbed your arms to steady you,
rocking you back from the brink. I was so swollen,
unable to hold back, unwilling to release.
I reached over and grabbed the pastel sketch that I
brought. I tried to vainly keep the pace, struggling to
place the drawing under us. You rode your passion again
towards another climax. Then you broke your bonds and
braced your body with your hands, moving up towards
mine. I could no longer hold back my desire. Deeply
wrenched inside, I howled at the rain, screaming your
name as I came. Feeling crushed, I spewed my seed
strongly inside you. I felt as though I would come
forever, the orgasms in my mind matching the ones
ravaging my body.
The skies brightened again as thunder exploded forth. A
celestial orgy coming to climax just as we had done.
Instead of collapsing into a spent heap, I became
energized. My emotions welled up inside me, threatening
to overwhelm me. The tears streamed down my face as I
scrambled to kiss you, to taste your mouth, to breathe
your breath. My manhood slowly softened but I did not
want to lose that feeling of being connected to you, of
being one with you.
Still, there was work to be done so, reluctantly, I
pulled out. Your moans were evidence to your desire to
stay together a little longer. I held my prick
carefully, watching as our combined juices fell from our
organs, spilling onto the sketch, marking our spot. You
looked at me dumbfounded as I pulled the paper here and
there. It dawned on you suddenly, as I danced naked in
the rain, that the picture was of us, of there, of then.
The streaks of color, human liquid and rain formed
swirls of dancing pigment on the porous paper.
It was our commemoration, our document of desire. I ran
to you laughing, holding it so you could see. Delirious
in that moment we gathered each other up, dancing half-
naked. Clear and free of all that had held us back.
To us it was our precious performance art piece; the
passion, paper, dance and the slowing rain joined
together becoming more than each alone could ever be, in
one place, on one page, immortal.
Afterward, for the longest time that sketch hung in a
place of honor in my warehouse studio above the
materials rack. I enjoyed seeing it every time I went
for a fresh piece of canvas or a particular brush. I
lost it and everything else in the fire two years ago
but I still see every line and splash of color that made
up the piece in my mind's eye. The curious keeper of
revisionist dreams inside my head helps me to keep alive
that much of the past, at least.
I can't seem to remember how we left it off that night
or why we drifted apart. Maybe it was the fear that
after the fantasy was complete there would be little
else to sustain the relationship. Or perhaps it was the
realization that we could make our lives just as we
always dreamed it could be; all it took was the effort
and the tenacity to see it through. Maybe it scared us,
just a little. Much easier to go back to the mediocrity
of our previous lives and leave well enough alone.
Looking back at it now, I would have at least liked to
have tried.
Still, we had our high water mark. One that we could
always look back on and reminisce about. Something with
which to judge our present lives against and know that,
once, we had been there too.
Wet enough, tired and alone enough, I make my way back
inside the house. Shaking off the excess water from my
head and shoulders, I stop and turn back out the door.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in again, filling my lungs
with the smell of lust remembered, fantasies lived and
love lost.
It gets me every time.
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