The warm summer night air blew softly through the open window. Pharaoh walked gracefully over to lean against the windowsill and watched the soft drizzle of rain begin to fall. A warm smile crossed her face as she remembered the last time it had rained just like this. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the sweet night air. Instantly, her mind exploded with images. Soft, sensual, erotic visions crowded her mind. Relaxing, she began to slowly put the memories back in order and experience the entire event once more.
It had been a warm summer morning not very long ago, she had woken with the sound of someone trying to quietly move about the house. The large patio doors leading to the backyard were slightly opened, and she could tell that a gentle drizzling of rain was falling outside. She grabbed her silk robe and loosely tied it about her waist.
Silently, she tiptoed through the house searching every room, one by one. She found no one there. Shrugging her shoulders she went back to her room and looked out the glass doors of the verandah. A small delicate smile crossed her lips as she saw him standing leaning against a pillar, his face raised to the sky, eyes closed, letting the water land and flow down his body. His cotton jersey clung to his chest, accenting his form. His boxers pressed against his thighs and butt like they were painted on.
Carefully slipping through the small opening of the doors she walked out into the rain. The warm mist hitting her instantly causing her robe to hang snugly about her body. She walked to a chair sitting off to the side and sat down, gazing at him as the rain-washed over him. He heard the soft squeak of the chair and turned to her, smiling warmly at her.
"Did I wake you up Dear?" He asked in a low voice. She just smiled at him and looked at him with a sparkle of mischief in her eye. He smiled wider and walked to her, and stood behind her chair. His strong hands gently caressing her shoulders through the wet robe. With one hand he took her soaked hair and moved it over one shoulder and leaned down to kiss the nape of your exposed neck.
A soft moan issued from her lips and she closed her eyes, feeling his hot tongue roam the sensitive area of her neck and shoulder. Up and down her drenched arms his hands moved slowly, pulling the robe opened more and more with each descent of her arm. Warm splashes of the rainwater began to coat her breasts and caused her nipples to harden as is flowed over them. One of his strong hands cupped her left breast and casually began to spread the liquid over her body, his thumb rubbing her nipple ever so softly. Her head tilted back and rested against his abdomen.
The familiar feel of his hand caressing her cheek relaxed her fully, as she felt him move to lean down and kiss her lips. As their lips met, she parted them slightly and could taste the mixture of rain and salt from his skin. It sent a tingle through her body and she arched her back, responding to his kiss. Slowly he moved around to kneel before her, his hands cupping her face and kissing her passionately as the rain began to fall harder and flowed in tiny rivulets across their faces. The kiss tasted sweet, the fresh rainwater mingling with their passion, adding a sense of eroticism to a somewhat normal kiss.