Fucking in a crazy rainstorm [FM]

Two years ago I left my husband of 17 years. Our sex life was subpar and then nonexistent for quite some time before I left and I was desperate for sexual attention. I found a new sex partner, Matt, with whom I had amazing sexual chemistry with. We had insane, crazy, intense, and kinky sex and I loved it. We developed a “bucket list” of various things we wanted to try. One thing on the list was to fuck in the forest in the rain. On several occasions in the summer we hiked while it was sunny, went deep into the woods, took off all of our clothes, and did all sorts of naughty things. On one of our forest adventures, he took handfuls of leaves and dirt and rubbed them all over my naked body while he fucked me. It felt very primal. Just before he came he pulled out, made me get up onto my knees, stroked his cock, and came all over my face. He told me how pretty I looked naked in the woods covered in leaves and pine needles with his cum dripping down my face. It was very hot. We were both eager to be naughty in the woods in the rain.

We live in the Pacific Northwest, which means there is a definitive “rainy” season. Two years ago was a record-setting rainy winter. One week in January, Matt contacted me and asked if I could leave work early on a Wednesday afternoon because it was supposed to rain and he wanted to go into the woods and fulfill our rainy day sex fantasy. I agreed to meet him and cleared my schedule. On Tuesday evening, we texted and agreed on a meeting spot. On Wednesday morning, Matt sent me a picture of himself at work wearing jeans and his hiking boots. He included no words, but he didn’t need to. I got very turned on thinking about what would happen later that day.

In the early afternoon I went into the bathroom in my office building, took off my dress, and changed into leggings, a sports bra and fleece top, a rain coat, and hiking boots. I left work and started driving towards the state park where we agreed to meet. It was raining very hard. It had been raining heavily off and on for weeks and for a moment I wondered what the conditions would be like at the park. I knew that the creek that ran through the park would be very full but I was thinking that we would just hike around it.

I drove a bit up the mountain and got to the road where I needed to turn off into the state park. However, the road was blocked by several state park vehicles and police cars. I rolled down my window and asked what was going on. They said the creek had flooded its banks and the park was closed. I drove back down the mountain and texted Matt to meet me in a parking lot. Ten minutes later he pulled up next to me. He got out of his car and got into mine. He sat in the passenger seat and we talked about what to do. He suggested driving to the top of the mountain to a trail where we had hiked (and fucked) before. I was worried that it was too rainy to drive to the top of the mountain and suggested another park I often visited that was halfway up, instead. He agreed that would be a good place to go. Before he got out of my car, he leaned over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes in my car while the rain poured down. Kissing him has always made me instantly wet because I know that whatever is going to follow will be very exciting and pleasurable. This time was no different. I couldn’t wait to drive to the park and fuck him. We drove in our own cars because we would have to take different routes going home and I had to pick up my kids from after school care.

The drive to the park was very slow. At several locations, the road was flooded. At one point I could see a rockslide that partially blocked the other lane. I started to wonder if what we were doing was a good idea. I thought about calling Matt, who was driving behind me, to call it off, but there was no cell phone service, so I kept driving up the mountain. We finally got to the park. We were the only cars in the parking lot, which was highly unusual because it is a very popular hiking and rock climbing spot. We both got out of our cars and didn’t say much to each other. It was raining very hard. He tightened his raincoat and headed to the trailhead. I didn’t say anything and just followed him.

I am much more of an exhibitionist than Matt is. He gets uncomfortable thinking that someone might see us when we fuck in public or semi-public places (while I get turned on by it). I knew this about him so I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t just turn off from the trail into the forest right away. He walked fast, wordlessly, and I struggled to keep up with him. I’m not sure that if he had said anything to me I would have heard him anyhow because it was raining so hard. I was surprised by how far up the trail he went since there was no one in the parking lot, but I didn’t say anything. I simply followed. Finally, he turned off of the trail and made his way to a relatively flat spot. He asked me what I thought and I laughed. I told him I didn’t think anyone would find us there. I could’t believe how hard it was raining. It was also very windy and I looked up and saw the giant trees blowing from side to side.

He grabbed me and pulled me close to him and started kissing me. I softly moaned but I’m sure he didn’t hear. Our kissing got very intense very quickly, almost as if we were trying to keep pace with the storm. He unzipped my rain coat and threw it onto the ground. He put his hand up my shirt, brushing against my tits and pinching my nipples, which were hard from both excitement and from the cold. He quickly pulled my fleece over my head and I was then just wearing my sports bra. He pulled my bra up a bit and put his mouth to my nipples. As he sucked them, I looked upwards into the sky. All I could see was wind and rain and trees swaying. I briefly wondered if the storm was strong enough to knock the trees over but that thought was pushed away somewhat as Matt pulled my sports bra over my head while he continued sucking my tits. My body was flooded with pleasure and fear simultaneously.

Matt then quickly took of his clothes. We didn’t usually fuck so fast but there was a clear sense of urgency, even though we didn’t say anything to each other about it. He pulled down my leggings and panties and moved his face towards my pussy. He licked my clit but I had a hard time concentrating on how good it felt because I was so cold. He seemed to sense this and laid down onto his back, pulling me on top off him. I saw how hard he was and momentarily forgot about the cold. I straddled him and lowered my very wet pussy onto his cock. He moaned and I gasped. I began riding him. He looked up at the sky and the trees and watched the rain pouring down as I fucked him. I watched him watching the rain and every once in awhile I looked up as well while I continued to move my hips rythmically up and down. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences that I have ever had. The storm was raging above us while we fucked and I simultaneously felt an extreme sense of vulnerability, freedom, and exhilaration. Every nerve in my body felt stimulated and electrified.

I rode Matt hard. I knew this needed to be fast. He came quickly, looking up at both me and the sky. He yelled when he came, almost like an animal, but his sounds were absorbed by the storm. My body was shivering. I climbed off of him and he got up and put my rain coat around my shoulders. He then pushed me up against a nearby tree and reached down for my clit. Rain water was pouring down my body and my legs, mixing in with his cum that was dripping out of me and my own pussy juices. As he rubbed my clit, I came fast just like he did, as I watched the power of mother nature with amazement and awe and fear. I had learned since meeting him that fear excited me on some level (that is an entirely different story!) and this situation was no different.

He spoke one sentence that I heard: he told me I looked amazing against the backdrop of the forest and the storm. I will not ever forget that. We put on our very wet clothes and hiked back to the trail. The storm was getting stronger and we both clearly felt a sense of urgency that we didn’t need to vocalize to each other. We quickly walked back to our cars and he got into mine while I cranked up the heat. I couldn’t stop shivering. Matt said, “we need to get off of this mountain ASAP,” something I instinctively knew. He gave me one last fast kiss and left to get into his car. As we drove back down the mountain, there were several places where we had to stop because of rockslides. At one point we had to wait for quite some time while the highway patrol cleared a giant boulder off of the road that was blocking both lanes. Later we would learn that the storm did so much damage to one of the roads leading to the park that it was closed for months afterwards. We were probably lucky that we didn’t get hit by rocks and trees that were sliding down the mountain.

I often think about that day and know I won’t likely have an experience like that again. It was so intense and raw and primal. I had rarely felt so alive and connected to something that was so much bigger than me, which was a bit scary yet insanely hot. And now intense rainstorms always make me wet……

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/989v00/fucking_in_a_crazy_rainstorm_fm