From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Picnic In The Rain (MF, romance)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 13:47:26 GMT

			  Picnic In The Rain

	It had been many months since the enforced split up of Sandy
and Jim. True they had seen each other for a few moments here and
there and even shared lunch, such as it was, alone together at a
nearby picnic table. But there was always something lurking in the
background. Sandy was constantly concerned about being seen by the
wrong people and Jim was afraid that Sandy would eventually have her
fill of him. Their "affair" (a poor descriptive word with unfortunate
connotations as the relationship they had could only be portrayed in
words of beauty) was an unequal thing. Sandy enjoyed the affections
and attentions of Jim, but her real and true love was still her
husband and Jim was totally and heartily in love with Sandy (a fact
she could never conceive of as he still professed to love his wife,
but she could never truly fathom him anyway, such a strange person).
What made their relationship so special was the inner and outer beauty
of Sandy.

	She was delightfully proportioned, not thin and not full, just
right. Her perfectly created succulent body was ripe with a wonderful
combination of grace, poise and suppleness with a delicious and
generous helping of stark raving sensuality. She exuded passion and
seductiveness. Venus would have been proud to be reincarnated in
Sandy.

	But Jim was most struck by Sandy's face. She was, simply and
truthfully, gorgeous. Her lovely face was surrounded by a soft halo of
warm brown locks, recently cut short emphasizing the radiant charm of
her lovely face. Her deep blue eyes sparked with ever glance sending
daggers of passion everywhere. A perfect puckish, yet sexy, nose
guarded the most beautiful, full and voluptuous lips ever created.
When not smiling, a seldom thing, they still spoke of passionate
things to come, but when they smiled, ah, heaven. A warm smile from
Sandy could raise an army of impotents to never before achieved
heights. Everyone fell under the charm of this beauty. She was seldom
alone.

	Jim had to admit that she was the most exquisitely beautiful
creature he had ever seen, yet his real attraction to her was her
inner, spiritual beauty. She gave off an aura of peace and harmony
with Man and Nature. Her every movement, so natural and easy,
displayed a deep sensual appreciation of live and love.

	Most of the rest of Sandy was in Jim's imagination. True he
had seen hints of her supple, sensual figure through her cloths, but
only what they allowed to be seen. She was not the wearer of tight,
revealing outfits, but neither did they hide the exquisite rise of her
tempting breasts, delightfully rounded derriere and elegantly formed
legs. Jim ached to explore what he could only imagine.

	Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he
had be able to perform a delightful massage on Sandy's feet and hands.
The sensuality was so high for him that he about lost it several
times. And once, while having lunch in his car in the rain he had
massaged her back and gotten up the nerve to kiss the nape of her
neck. But no kisses in this strange relationship. Sandy had allowed
platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt made them both
uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner stuff... well, that
brings us to today.

	Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day
to be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few weeks
they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and once enjoyed
a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store. You say, "What?!" But
the significance was not the location, but the fact that they were
alone together. That was like the first unaided step to a paraplegic.
This time they decided they could handle a real lunch together.

	It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain
would doom the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning for
them to decide that it was still OK. The drive was uneventful, lots of
small, weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim parked in the deserted lot
at the park as the rain streamed down the windshield. They unpacked
their meager lunches and ate. The silence wasn't exactly deafening,
but there was much of it. Then they were finished.

	After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at
each other. "Would that it was the way it was," noted Sandy with
down-cast eyes.

	"Do you remember our talks about how women visualize male
gentleness and dominance, Sandy?" "Sure, but you never quite
understood what I was trying to say, Jim. The reason why women
perceive aggression, hopefully mild, as erotic and seductive is that
it cloaks their guilt, guilt fashioned by society's inhibitions on the
sex act, particularly for women." "No, I see what you are saying and
it is clear in your life isn't it? You find me interesting because I
am a little different, I call it gentle, you probably have other words
for it. And then I hear about your husband and your first husband.
Don't get me wrong, I think very highly of your husband and even if I
didn't, because he is your husband and you love him I am his Number
Two fan. (My envy of him will go unspoken!) It is just that you wished
WE could be back the was it was, "loving" each other platonically and,
of course we can't, because of your guilt feelings and fear. But that
is not all that is not the same was it was."

	At that instant Jim reached over to Sandy and placed his arms
around her shoulders. Sandy was totally unprepared for this. "No, we
can't allow this to happen," she said, with some alarm. "Don't say
`we', you may not want this to happen, but I do."

	With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly
in the way, but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips.
"Sandy, I am going to kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have longed
to kiss you, but I have not wanted violence. But if I must force you I
will."

	Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it
only allowed Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now
firmly around her, pinning her upper arms to her side. As his face
came near to her, she turned her face away from him. "No! Don't, Jim."

	"Sandy! Look at me!" She stopped and turned her head. She
looked up at Jim with fear and anguish in her eyes, "I can't let you
do it. I can't live with it. Suppose someone comes by?" "Sandy, I love
you. Those things matter to me, but I do love you, dearly. I have
tried to express my love for you with things, with notes, with spoken
words. You acknowledge the fact like it is a notice on the 6 o'clock
news. `Interesting, but it has nothing to do with me.' Well, it does!"

	With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break
free, but he held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her face away
she practically screamed, "This isn't fair! Let me go." "No, Sandy, I
have wanted to hold you close to me and kiss you for longer than you
could imagine. I shall not let this moment pass." He reached up and
held her face, twisting it around so he could look deeply into her
lusciously fierce blue eyes. "Sandy, I love you, so very much I love
you." And he kissed her again.

	Her struggles began again, but she was virtually helpless
under his weight. His kiss became a long passionate fulfillment of
months and months of frustration. She could sense that and felt
helpless. The kiss was certainly not unenjoyable, just undesired at
that particular time. "Reason with him," she thought.

	But she would not have the chance. The kiss became even more
passionate as his warm wet tongue forced its way between her
passionate lips. They circled around her glisteningly smooth pearly
teeth, hastening this way and that. They snaked along her teeth into
her cheek searching this way and that. The suggestive nature was not
lost on Sandy, nor was Jim's desperateness. She made the mistake of
trying to speak and as her mouth opened, his probing tongue entered
unobstructed. "This is where I belong," it seemed to say. It hungrily
searched out her tongue and entangled himself with hers.

	As their tongues played gaily like little children Sandy
became acutely aware of what Jim had been noticing for a long time.
She was stretched nearly prone along the seat of the car and he was
covering her full length. The relative positions of their bodies was
nearly as a couple in the act of intercourse. The not unpleasant
increasing pressure from him on her loins was not lost on her either.

	She uttered and nearly inaudible cry, one of anguish, possibly
pain, maybe one of passion. But her struggles to extricate herself
diminished slightly. Actually, they had only served to enflame both of
them up to that time. When she ceased her struggles, Jim seemed to
take over.

	Gradually her snuggled closer to her. Her loose, flowing dress
allowed him to force his knees between her legs and apart a little
ways. The bulging mass between his legs desperately searching for a
safe haven.

	Finally the kiss became too much. As they broke to allow the
breath of life to return, he slid down, quickly unbuttoning her
blouse. She was slow to recover and did not realize his actions were
more than a clumsy attempt to paw her breasts. Before she knew it he
had slipped open her blouse and had cupped each luscious breast in his
hands. His fingers searching for the crown of beauty atop each lovely
full breast. Her nipples were unashamedly reaching out for him. As she
tried to reach up to grab his arms he slipped his hands underneath her
bra and lifted it above her full, ripe breasts. She clutched his
wrists in desperation and pulled them down, but this only allowed him
to firmly set his hot passionate mouth on one crown.

	An reflex cry left Sandy's lips, but her hands did not release
her grip on Jim's arms. As his tongue slowly felt its way around the
ruby areole, Sandy's breathing became short and labored. The tongue
paused on its third circuit and gentle touched the nipple. A rush of
air into Sandy's lungs lifted the nipple into Jim's mouth. It closed
over the nipple and gentle sucked as his tongue massaged. A few
moments there that bringing the blood rushing to the very tip of the
sensitive tip of the nipple was followed by and equal excursion on the
other nipple.

	Gradually, Sandy's grip on Jim's arms faded. Her arms fell to
her side as she passionately absorbed this energy.

	A sudden spasm in Sandy's back caused the both to start. "I
can't stay in this position, Jim," she said. He raised himself off of
her allowing her to sit back in the seat. Her further words, "Maybe,
we had better... ," were muffled by his mouth again as he planted
another long deep kiss on her full cherry lips. Her arms then went
around Jim's shoulders. He held her slim waist.

	His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous
trace of her delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in
her underwear as he cautiously searched. As they forced their way
under her she involuntarily raised herself up. But he only paused as
his hands continued on their was down the back of Sandy's thighs. Then
they returned along her side. Twice they followed the same sensuous
route. Then as one returned by the same road the other crept lower to
the hem of her knee-length dress. As his hand lighted on her flawless
knee, Sandy again broke away from the kiss.

	"No, Jim. You can't do that." "Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot
do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this car to
do anything, but explore, so don't worry." "I... I don't think we
should." "All right, just a few brief moments. It won't hurt."

	Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did
not stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the impenetrable
fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her furry triangle and
delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were more like a warrior
scouting a fortress than a lover's touch.

	Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
re-engaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim's, by now, expert hand gentle crept
up to the waste band elastic on Sandy's panties and gentle pulled them
down.

	As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of him. As
she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted her skirt up to
waste level and deftly lowered her panties in practically the same
motion. By the time she knew what had happened, he again rolled her
back to the seat. She could not reach her panties to get them back, so
she had to limit herself to trying to extract herself from under Jim
again. This just allowed Jim's hand to again search out the tempting
warm spot between Sandy's legs.

	Jim placed his whole hand gently over her mons and deftly
began probing for her the apex. With a groan of remorse she tried to
reach for his hand, to stave off the attack. But just as she grabbed
his arm again the groan tailed off into a moan of delight as he found
the clitoris. The joy-bud burst into life as he found the tip; the
blood cursed through her veins towards this seat of exquisite
pleasure. "Oh, my god, that feels good. I want you to stop, Jim. I
don't want you to stop. Don't stop."

	"I won't stop. But you may start." Her hand, not needed to
allay his advances, fell limply. Not missing a stroke on her clit, he
gentle picked up her hand and placed it over his bulging crotch. Her
hand stayed there for what seemed like minutes. Whether it was
trepidation or fear of the unknown or whether it was just the rapture
at what was taking place in her body, we will never know nor care, but
her hand remained motionless.

	But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with
vigour. The hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the heavily
breathing beauty. As Jim's hand brought forth stronger and stronger
sensations she traced the ever-growing swelling. It promised to be of
enormous proportions. She slowly unzipped and unbuckled his pants. As
he rose slightly to assist her in her endeavors she pulled down both
his trousers and underwear at the same time. But before she could seek
out the article of interest the first wave of orgasm enveloped her.
All she could do was reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him
close.

	As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy's
lips. "God, that was good." But before she could say more, Jim slipped
down and stuck his nose into Sandy's moist, warm crotch. "Come up
here," she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to be
dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the blossom of
release again. Her admonishments to join her were abruptly curtailed
when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her clitoris again. As he
delicately danced all around the passion stalk occasionally darting up
to the tip, then to retreat, Sandy's passion steadily boiled inside of
her.

	She groped down to find Jim's exposed, but as yet
undiscovered, penis, but it was too far away. "Let me have you too,
please." She cried, but it was not to be. Just as she lay back a
second flood of love-juice gushed forth in her second intense, massive
and magnificent climax.

	Exhausted, she lay panting as he snuggled up to her, still
carrying the heavenly odor of love with him. She cringed as he kissed
her.

	"Sandy, anything of yours is honey to my lips. Please share
with me in this delightfully wonderful feast?" With a smile she flung
her arms about him, pulling him to her bare breasts in a warm
passionate kiss. "Of course, you can. Let me taste it, too."

	His, "I shall," was suddenly punctuated with the presence of a
stranger in their midst. His sturdy and upright penis, crying for
attention, with an urgency previously unknown, saw the way open to his
heaven. While the attentions of Sandy and Jim were diverted, he
snuggled down between the lovely legs of Sandy, gently touched her
soft brown pubic hair and as if attracted by the musky smell of her
vaginal fluids dextrous poised himself above the labia. This delicate
and tender searching, presumed to be probing fingers by Sandy, caused
no undue stir, but a quick, expert thrust, enlodged the gigantic, rosy
head of the grand penis, shocked Sandy.

	As she broke away once again she cried, "That's not your
finger!" "No, it is something even better," he answered as his
swollen, rigid tool, measuring nearly three inches in diameter
steadied on course.

	Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of
Jim and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red
head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily
contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each
movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and lust
the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage and dismay
nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place, yet passionate,
kiss muffled any further outcry.

	This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no
pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her honey-
juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not seem to wish
to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released twice before, moments
ago, seemed to be taking over her body. Not only was she being
forcibly raped by a friend, but her body was giving up the fight. Inch
by inch the magnificent stallion of a phallus surged forward to the
task at hand as her muffled gasps became quieter and less violent.

	Sandy felt that the end was near. He most frantic efforts
seemed futile, her most vehement objections, in vain. She fought the
idea to relax and enjoy the rape. But struggling was useless. With her
strength ebbing, she hesitated.

	The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the
pause as submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his stubborn
laboring. For a brief second he retraced his path toward the outside
world again, but before completely removing himself, once again began
his relentless fight for home.

	One more quick, strong thrust of Jim's loins and the turgid
vein- studded pole ended his long exotic journey. Now the fun began.
Very slowly Jim withdraw his splendid shaft to nearly the point of
loss of engagement, then once again begin the delightful passage back,
each time his staff seemed to renew its energy and expand and extend,
accordingly. Three or four times this happened, when, ever so
imperceptibly, the age-old dance of love deftly performed by Jim began
to be slowly echoed by Sandy's lovely pelvis and her stifled cries
turned to moans of pleasure.

	Once again nature had turned the struggle between two
attractive adults into the cavorting dance created by God for their
pleasure, and His, no doubt.

	The superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis meeting its
passionate equal in the exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously
seductive, warm and lusciously moist cave of love, the female vagina.
For more than twenty minutes this dance of life continued, the
participating couple oblivious the everything, but each other, and the
amazing activities of their bodies, no longer in their control. All
they could do was cling to each other in rapture. His arms strongly
encircled her lovely body, drawing it closer and closer while she
reached out to enfold him. Desperately seeking to be one she arched
her beautiful shapely legs around his back alternatingly nearly
crushing Jim and relieving the tension. All breathing and motion
meshed together as one unit. Sandy and Jim were one in the eyes of
all. The only deviation from the erotic rhythm of their pumping bodies
was the ever so slow increase in pulse.

	I will not bore you with further details, except to say that
the end, so exquisitely and wonderfully punctuated with the hot,
surging semen of Jim filling to overflowing Sandy's love canal, its
mixing with her sweet secretions, and further highlighted with their
simultaneous indescribable orgasms, was not necessarily welcome. Too
soon a good and great thing. But, then, their newly discovered pastime
need not be a one-time thing.