Green Sea Hotel

He always loved seeing her getting wet in the rain. Her rain soaked clothes would be almost see through - a certain turn on for him. As the night grew darker and the raindrops more violent, they decided to spend the night at the Green Sea Hotel overlooking the turbulent sea. The view of the room obviously did not matter, as they had no plans to look outside the window, or look at the window for that matter. The incandescent lights of the room were spoiling the mood, so he turned a few of them off. Meanwhile she went towards the washroom for a towel to dry her hair. But he did not want her to; her rain soaked hair was so exciting. He took her wrist and pulled her lightly towards him. As their bodies slapped against each other, the touch of the wet clothes felt warm on both their bodies. She looked sideways at him; not questioning what he was doing, and gave him a sly smile. He turned her towards him, and pulled her even closer. She could feel his dick becoming harder, as he slowly adjusted himself inside his wet denims.

He slapped his hand lightly on her buttocks, squeezing it and letting the water trickle down her silky legs. Her hotpants had no business staying on, he thought, but they would eventually come off anyway, he assured himself. They always did.

His hand slowly moved upwards, into her wet blouse. The white satin garment had begun to show the black bra underneath. His hands searched for the bra’s hook behind her back, and he let out a rush of warm breath when he finally found it. She kept looking into his brown eyes as he attempted to unhook her bra, but it was so cute to see him try. Not to cause any damage to his masculine ego, she let him fiddle around with it for a few seconds, then used her own left hand to help him with his task. He grinned as he cleared his first checkpoint, and leaned in towards her. They did not have much difference in their height, but it was customary, she felt.

Their lips met in a wet kiss, and he let his upper lip slide swiftly into her wet mouth as his lower lip grabbed hers. The water aided his effort to make her feel so loved that she would not think of any other man even in his absence. His hands moved back to her front and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, as hers did the same to his checkered shirt. Their tops were soon on the floor, and a sudden numbing chill gripped them both for a quick moment.

Her beautiful face and the sight of her naked torso were enough to make him forget any external disturbances. Their bare bodies slapped against each other and they dissolved themselves in a flurry of passionate kisses as they threw themselves on the hitherto dry bed. He came on top of her, slowly unzipping her pants. But she stopped him and hissed, “Not so soon, make me wet first.” He gave her a smirk and planted a hard kiss on her lips, gripping her waist with both his hands. He began descending onto her torso as she ruffled his wet hair. Her own hair lay uncomfortably under her, so he lifted her for a moment and she threw it behind her so as to not be a hindering prick during the lovemaking. She felt goosebumps take over her as he kissed her neck, then her shoulders, her nipples, her navel and then began working her way onto her thighs that he loved so much. Her skin softening cream had already been washed away by the rain, but the lingering smell made him want to let this night go on forever. His fingers tickled her toes and she pulled him back to face her. They kissed yet again, not caring what lay ahead for them the following day. She gazed at the wooden false ceiling behind him, at the small chandelier that had one or two lights glowing bleakly, and bit his ear softly. He let out a groan and brushed his cheek against her lips. He felt the hair on his nape send out a chill down his spine as her warm breath blew over his face and into his ears.

He looked at her face, seeing her happy like never before, albeit with her eyes shut. She was close. She wanted him to love her like no man had ever loved another woman. His hand slowly slid down to her hotpants and into her underwear. She now gave in to his light stroking, and they let the night take care of the rest. The rain outside grew softer, or was it the torrid lovemaking that left them completely oblivious of their environment, they did not care. A few hours later they both lay completely spent under their covers, regaining cognizance of their surroundings, reminiscing in the sultry romance of the night before, but in no hurry to get dressed.