Droplets

They’re on a mountain hike. It’s her birthday and they’ve taken the day off work to head into the foothills, away from the noise and email and traffic. They stop for lunch among the rocks when a cloud drops down onto them in a thick fog.

“Do you know what I am now?” she says in between a bite of sandwich.

“Hungry?”

“Close. Horny,” she replies.

He laughs, “Well, it is your birthday.”

“No, I’m serious. What can we do about that?”

“Get some porn on my phone?”

“Stop joking, you’re perilously close to losing your pussy privileges for the week.”

He realises that she is serious and drops his sandwich back into its container. He turns his head and looks at her. She looks back at him. And then she stands up, brushes the crumbs from her shorts and comes and stands in front of him, pressing her pubic bone up against his chest. He looks up into her eyes and puts his hands on the upper curve of her buttocks.

“What’s your plan?” he asks. She looks around, first left then right and then says, “There, behind that rock.”

She drops down onto his lap (rubbing her crotch against him as she does) and reaches around to hold his balls. “Ready?” she asks while pressing herself against him.

They dash over to where a large granite boulder is shrouded in the mist where she leans forward against the it, lets her pants drops and presents her ass to him. He walks up behind her and puts his right hand between her buttock cheeks so that his middle finger brushes her pussy. “Oh,” she squirms.

They fuck and he moves his hands up from her hips and to her throat where he gently holds onto her so as to pull her away from the rock and his cock deeper into her.

And then the fog turns to rain. At first the mist pools into tiny, freezing droplets and then rain starts coming down on their heads and backs.

“Shit! Rain!” he says and looks up into the sky.

“No! Don’t stop fucking!” she cries and reaches around his back to violently pull him back into her. “Keep fucking, harder.”

And he does, until the rain runs down both of their faces in rivulets and he feels her thighs shudder against him; her cheek pushed down flat against the wet rock.