Water would wash out wrongs and misunderstoods. Sure I didn’t know about that at that second, when the water drops didn’t come like a caress, anymore. I faced violent raindrops on my skin. When I tried to move, Bette was faster. She sat at my belly… – well, her ass pressed my pubic mound, how can I forget that? –held my wrist with strong hands. I didn’t try to fight. For what? Why? All I want was to have her covering me, filling my holes. I want her…

The raindrops dressed her most colorful dress, as a torment and fustigate our bodies.

She practically tore her clothes and I did the same with mine…

Do you really believe would I care if someone watched both of us naked, kissing – fucking in the middle of a tempest?!? No… I would care less if they watched us on pure sun light…I’ve told you about what I want and care at that moment …

The cold drops danced on my skin, but it was her hands that woke up my fur, because I felt like an animal…I felt the heat. Nature was calling me.

Her hands covered my body while Bette took me in. And the fierceness, the hungriness I read inside her eyes just made me more offered to give myself.

…I purposively,

 scandalously,

unabashedly,

unashamedly,

offered my body.

 I caressed her arms and found her shoulders. Fingers craved her skin.

Naked women free to the caresses of the wind, of the whips of the  rain…Woman abandoned  to nature, to love and sex, are fine art.

I turned my back to her and my dry- warm skin sensed the impact of cold raindrops and wetted hands, pressing it with mixed emotions.

Her forceful hands traveled over my body. From my ankles to my shoulders. Then she grabbed my waist and pulled it closer, with a demanded, impatient need.

I was at the doggy style position and she brought her pubic mound closer.

Contact.

Skin to Skin.

Pubic hair-skin.

Sex-fluids.

Her hard wetted nipples pressed against me, traveled from north to south. I felt my back covered with her warmness.

She snaked her body over me till her hungriness found the spot she had targeted. She bit the nape of my neck with fierceless and took off from me a painful-lustful groan. Her fingers, her palms, glued to my waist brought me closer to –glued to-her pubic mound.