“Rainy days mean cold lonely nights and I believe
that I could remedy yours if you let me.” – Unknown
It’s cold and rainy outside, a somewhat depressing greeting after a long day at the office. The wind and brisk rain cuts through my clothing as I get out of the car in my driveway. The chill settles in my bones quickly, forcing me to rush to the front door of my countryside home. I slam the key into the lock, twist and I’m in just as my spirit sinks a little bit further from the biting chill.
As I enter, the house is overcast and dreary from the lack of light. The silence of the house is almost deafening. No one else here, no children playing or giggling. Just a lonely home on a gloomy day with nothing but the echoes of the sounds I make to welcome me home. I hang my dripping wet jacket on the hook by the door and kick off my soaked shoes. Off to the kitchen I go, not even bothering to remove any of the damp clothing.
Eating away at my small dinner at the kitchen bar, I begin looking through my social feeds on my phone. Happy friends and family, doing fun and exciting things. Dog and cat pics, the occasionally irrational political meme scrolls through the bright display in my hand. “Living the dream, TO THE MOON!” I tap into the screen. Select a selfie of myself in front of my company logo. Just letting the world in on my little lie that all is well in my little corner of the world.
After dinner, I head upstairs and into the bathroom. Remove my still damp clothes and into a hot shower I go. Sitting down in the tub, I let the refreshing water wash over me. Streams flowing over my face, tickling my nose. The deep chill finally dissipating though my mind is still drained. Conversations and problems, things I encountered during the day still dominating my mind. With deep breaths I try to quiet my brain and relax. Yet, I can’t seem to be able to just focus in this moment. So, I get up, shut the shower off and begin drying myself off. The towel flops to the floor when I’m done. I don’t even have the energy to pick it up. My bed is calling me, the best thing for me to do is nap my way through this funk I’m in.
Laying in my bed, the rain against the windows is somewhat soothing. It helps minimize the sad quiet of the house. Under the sheets I am warm and comfortable. However, the nap is restless. I’m dozing in and out of a sleepy haze until the quiet of the house is broken by keys against the front doorknob. Silvia enters the house below. I can hear her shaking off her umbrella, dropping her keys onto the kitchen counter before she makes her way to my bedroom.
Silvia steps into the doorway and already made progress in taking her clothes off. Her blouse already unbuttoned, showing a modest amount of cleavage. She looks at me with lightly smokey eyes and a red lipstick smile. Her hair damp, she lets it down and quickly runs the hand towel she snatched from the kitchen through it. The curls of her hair bouncing and hugging her cheeks as she does it. Not saying a word, I watch and admire her beauty as she takes off the rest of her clothes. Her jeans, with stylish rips in all the right spots, black lacy panties, her white silken blouse and finally a deep red bra each one dropped to the floor. I’m now feeling drunk on the sight of her curves.
I lift the sheet covering me as she slides into the bed with me. Her hands brush along my side and it gives me a slight shudder of pleasure that shoots up my back and into my brain. The sheet hugs her curves as I pull her closer to me. The soft skin of her body contacts mine and it washes away the depressing cloud hanging onto my mind.
She buries her head under my chin and against my neck and chest. Our legs entangled gently together, her body is cool to the touch but drinking in my warmth rapidly. The floral scent of her curly hair is intoxicating. Still quiet, she runs her fingers through my chest hair. My hands are tracing the curves of her body. Down her sides to the hips and then back up to her arms. A silent conversation with our bodies. Physical assurances that the world is still moving, and we are a part of it together.
Her hand makes its way up to my face, she pulls me down towards hers to give me a kiss. Her lips so soft and gentle against mine. A slow embrace that seems to stretch on forever. No rushing, just in the moment. Savoring every caress, taste and smell.
I can feel the wetness between her legs as we continue to kiss. Silvia slowly starts grinding her clit into my leg as it’s wrapped in between hers. I take in her warm breath as it gets heavier with every slow thrust of her hips. Silvia’s hand reaches between us and grabs the head of my cock. Quickly the rain, occasional thunder and room fade away to just the two of us.
She gently glides her hand along my length. Back and forth until I am hard, but she keeps going. After a few moments, she stops grinding me and we reposition ourselves. She guides the head of my cock into her wet pussy. Slowly, I push and pull myself into her as we continue kissing passionately. Her soft breasts pushing against my chest and my hands wrapped up into the curls of her hair.
She sways her hips as my cock continues to tease her g spot. Legs begin shaking as does her whole body as it is filled with waves of pleasure. Biting my bottom lip, she lets out a little whimper as Silvia is ingulfed in ecstasy and pleasure. She goes limp in my arms after the waves subside. Still connected, still shifting her hips slightly as I savor the feeling of being inside her. My cock ever so slowly slipping in and out. The pleasureful pressure building inside me until I cum. Releasing myself into her and letting her wash away all the stresses, dragging thoughts and emotions of the day.
The blissful feeling of being connected to Silvia physically and spiritually engulfs my mind. My rainy soul is at peace again. In the moment, and touch is all there is. The quiet sensual conversation continues with our hands and fingers. Our bodies radiating a wonderful warmth in contrast against the cold rain outside. With peaceful togetherness, we both doze off to sleep. Still cuddling each other tight as we slip into dreamland.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mvvaun/rainy_soul_mf_romantic