Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition (34 page)

"Just
close your eyes and open wide. You'll find out."

I
acquiesced and waited.

"Any
day now..."

Suddenly
I felt the oyster slide into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and
immediately tasted the Tabasco, and... something else? I swirled the
flavors around. Horseradish! I smiled and swallowed. Opening my eyes
again, I was glad to see the waiter had been quick with the martinis.
Michelle was sitting back, smiling again.

"You
like to experiment, huh?" I asked her, knowing full well the
answer.

"And
adventure," she winked.

MICHELLE

Peter
picked up another half-shell, stabbed the flesh with his pronged
fork, and brought it to my mouth. "There are a hundred varieties
of oysters," he told me as his hand moved closer and closer.
"This one is from the Atlantic—Malpeque."

We
had already tried the Pacific Kumamoto and an Olympia from Washington
Sound. This one was bigger than both, its flesh dangling off the edge
of his fork - hovering just in front of me. I didn't know much about
oysters except that they change their sex one or more times in their
life, which is probably what led to the myth of their aphrodisiac
qualities, and is certainly a feature I found intriguing.

Then
again, as Peter's hand inched forward and I parted my lips - drugged
by either him, the oysters, or both - I wasn't quite sure how much of
the aphrodisiac concept was myth. Leaning forward toward me, he
slipped his free hand onto my knee for balance. His touch was gentle
and warm, and I felt my leg tingling beneath his fingertips.

The
oyster slid easily into my mouth. I pressed my lips onto the fork as
he drew it out slowly. It was saltier, but still, its flesh felt like
a swath of butter as it slid the length of my tongue and slipped down
my throat. He leaned back again, his hand slipping from my knee.

"The
thing about oysters," he said in a low and sexy tone, "is
everyone experiences them differently. It is, in itself, more than an
adventure."

The
night was one filled by teasing, laughing, and conversation on topics
too diverse to recount. I didn't even feel the night slip by. One
moment it was eight and the restaurant alive with patrons. The next
it was one in the morning and we were the only couple left in the
restaurant, our table full of empty half-shells and martini glasses.
I'm not sure when the staff turned off the music and turned up the
lights, but as they began placing the chairs seat down on top of the
tables, it was obvious they were urging us to leave.

A
crack of lightning flashed in the sky as the glass door of the
restaurant swung closed behind us. A roar of thunder rolled between
the city buildings as we stood on the sidewalk. Warm for April, even
at this time of the night, I draped my sweater across my forearm. I
looked at him, not wanting the night to end, hoping he didn't either.

"Let's
forgo a taxi and walk through the park instead," he said as he
grabbed my hand, boldly spinning me close to his chest.

"Oh,
and I'm supposed to say no to this charm of yours?"

"I
wouldn't hear of it," he smiled and bent down, smothering my
lips with his mouth.

Our
first kiss was strong and sensual. My heart sped up and I almost
collapsed with weakness into his arms as he held me up. I closed my
eyes feeling his tongue swim across mine, tasting the ocean from the
oysters on his lips.

Another
sheet of lightening flashed in the starless sky.

"And
if it rains?" I questioned, looking up into his eyes, not really
caring whether it did or not.

"It
rains," he pulled my hand and we walked across the street, "and
then we get wet."

A
wicked thought crossed my mind, but I bit my tongue.

The
park was dimly lit by lampposts. My hand felt warm against his grip,
which was solid but flexing as we walked along the cement path. The
grass had been freshly cut, and the smell overpowered the fresh
spring scent of trees about to burst with life. Yet still, in the
shadows, you could see the branches were bare.

Another
flash of lightning and a crack of thunder roared and dissipated.

Smiling,
I stepped in front of him and walked backward, each step in tune with
his stride as if we were on a dance floor. I grabbed his other hand,
feeling my sweater slide down to the bend of my elbow.

"You
know, Peter, you talk a lot about adventure, and yet here we are
walking the straight and narrow path that thousands of others have,"
I teased him semi-sarcastically.

Impulsively
letting go of his hands, I jogged onto the grass. My heels sank
slightly into the damp lawn, slowing my pace.

He
stopped, and then I heard him laugh before the sound of his feet
moved from the cement to the grass. Suddenly, I felt myself lifted
from the ground. My legs swung in the air and then my feet met the
grass, and he turned my body, again folding his mouth across mine,
before I broke our kiss.

"You
think I'm that easy?" I laughed and escaped his grip.

"Easy,
never. Now, difficult..." he pondered jokingly.

I
ran across the grass further into the blanket of darkness, farther
away from the path.

"No.
Complex. That's a good word," he said, and then playfully chased
me deeper into the park.

He
finally decided to catch me, and pinned me up against a tree. It was
a rather bold move with lightning flashing around us. His firm body
pressed against mine, his hands clasped my wrists against the grooved
tree bark. My sweater fell to the knots at the tree trunk.

We
stared at each other for no more than a second, our chests rising and
falling from our little game, but it seemed like an eternity to me,
as our breath swirled in the space between our mouths like the
building storm around us.

He
kissed me, his lips powerful and as hungry as mine, more passionate -
wanting more than the kiss we had only moments before. The bristles
of his face swept across my chin as our tongues entwined. He pressed
his body into me, bending his legs, and I felt his cock begin to
harden against my pussy, as I moved my hips forward.

PETER

I
was swimming in her presence. She had completely, totally, absolutely
overwhelmed me. As I kissed her, she pulled me close into her,
greedily wanting more. My cock was painfully erect, trapped beneath
the layers of clothes, and I felt her grinding against me as I held
her hands tight above her, pinned against the tree. I heard the rain
begin to fall harder around us as we embraced, sheltered by the
canopy of the tree whose leaves had just begun to form.

I
broke our kiss and drifted down into the nape of her neck, beneath
her ear, and kissed her passionately as she wriggled beneath me. Her
hair smelled incredible, sweet as citrus, as I inhaled deeply. She
moaned as I took her earlobe into my mouth and suckled on it. I could
feel her nipples pressed against my chest. Distracted in what I was
doing to her, and she to me, she took the opportunity to pull her
hands free and push me backwards. I tumbled down onto the soft, wet
grass, unable to keep my balance. I lay back and felt the rain
starting to splatter on my face, almost stunned by the situation.

Michelle
was more than I could have ever imagined.

I
raised my head and looked up at her through the raindrops, and she
was leaning against the tree. I could see her chest moving as she
breathed deeply in and out. She had an almost feral look in her eyes
as she looked down on me, her eyes averting to the bulge in my jeans,
and licking her lips she leapt down, straddling my waist, taking my
head in her hands and resuming our kiss. My body sunk further into
the soft ground, and my clothes were quickly becoming saturated from
the increasing fall of rain.

My
hips lifted up to push against her, cock to pussy, and raised her
body, forcing her lips harder against mine. I took my hands from my
sides and moved them up her thighs, scraping my fingernails through
her jeans, dragging them over her hips, and then under her shirt. The
rain was falling heavier around us, echoing in my ears as the water
flowed around my head. I moved my hands up her waist, along her sides
and up under her body until they were cupping her breasts. She kissed
me even harder, our tongues fighting each other for space. There was
a fury to our passion.

I
lifted my thumbs up along her breasts, and began circling her
nipples, hard and erect. She moaned in my mouth and ground down
against my cock, rotating her hips. The intense contact was
over-stimulating and, in response, I reached up and took both nipples
in my fingers, pinching them hard and sucking her tongue deep into my
mouth. She broke the kiss with a start and a gasp, sitting up on my
cock, allowing the rain once again to fall directly on my face. I
watched, shaking, as she lifted her soaked halter up over her head
and threw it off. Topless, water falling off her shoulders, her body
shimmering in the dim light of the night, she fell back onto me and
pushed a wet nipple into my mouth.

I
sucked instinctively, savoring the mixture of rainwater and
body-salt, as I ran my hands over her slick, bare back, the rain
running down along her sides and into her pants. My hands crept
lower, past the nook in the small of her back, a small puddle of
water accumulating in its well, down into her pants over the arch
that led to her ass.

"Mmm,"
she began moaning encouragement.

She
was rotating again on my cock, and the friction between our wet jeans
felt incredible, as the water ebbed and flowed between my legs and
balls. I stretched my hands lower to cup her ass, one side in each
hand, and began rhythmically squeezing them in time with her
rotation.

"Yes.
Like that, Peter."

She
was rotating faster now, grinding harder, and I released her nipple
long enough to turn my head and grab a hold of the other. I sucked it
in, hard. She was panting now, and meowing little sounds as I reached
a hand deeper and slid my fingers across her asshole. The rain had
soaked through her pants, and made it easy to slide my fingers around
and within.

"Yes,"
she trembled.

I
bit down on her nipple, just hard enough to hear her gasp. She was
rubbing up and down, faster and faster on my cock, as I slipped a
fingertip into her asshole.

MICHELLE

I
hadn't expected to go this far with Peter on the first date, but my
body was hardly listening to my brain, and he was more than I could
hope for in a guy. I had wanted this for too long, and my heart raced
as the rain drenched us. There was only one thing I loved more than
sex in the rain, and that was anal sex in the rain.

As
his finger swirled over my hole, every muscle rippled with a wave as
if I were riding a bolt of lightning. My cunt pained, and I could
feel it tightening, the wetness trailing from my pussy between my
cheeks. My clit throbbed, and my ass ached wanting more than just his
fingers inside.

I
slid down his legs, rain trailing from my hair, and sloping down my
nose as my hands pushed up against his rock-solid bulge. My fingers
slipped around his dime-sized brass button. I unclasped it, looking
up at him with a seductive smile on my lips. He seemed intoxicated
and willing to go anywhere I wanted to take him. I unzipped the teeth
of his jeans and pulled down his pants and his boxers to his knees.
If I was going to let him fuck my ass, I wanted to make sure that I
was in a position to enjoy it to the fullest.

The
rain fell across his cock. I wrapped my right hand across its
thickness - he was much bigger than I imagined he would be—and
stoked with a firm, steady grip, practically feeling him grow even
harder in my hand.

I
leaned forward, my nipple searing into his upper thigh as I wrapped
my mouth over the head of his drenched cock. He closed his eyes and
moaned as I relaxed my throat and his cock sank deeper into my mouth.
My lips moved across his shaft to the base, but I wanted a better
grip on his cock, wanted it so rigid that he wouldn't be able to
stand it anymore.

My
lips slid back to the tip of his cock, and I felt the foreskin across
my mouth. I pressed my tongue inside and swirled the head of his
cock. His back curved forward with a quick sensitive jolt, and then
he settled on the smooth warm feel of my mouth. I drew my lips over
his shaft again, feeling the veins of his cock rushing with blood,
and then glided back and forward, lunging quicker and quicker, until
the breath of his moans beat with the fall of the rain.