| return to Softer Things Summers on the island of Okinawa can be brutally hot and dry. Water shortages are not at all uncommon, leaving everyone to hope earnestly for rain. It is almost surreal to watch television weather forecasts when the talking heads point to typhoons that may hopefully come close or hit the island. The summer I spent on Okinawa was focused around a woman I had become involved with. Kathy and I had met through friends. She had escaped from California and a boy friend turned bad. I was marking time in the Army with an eye for getting back to the World. One weekend day the talking heads said a sizable typhoon might get to us. The rains came first, hard, beautiful and strong, with winds that cooled us all down. I borrowed a friend’s car so Kathy and I could drive to the beach we often visited. Sitting amongst the volcanic boulders and watching the storm come in on the waves was my plan. Hers was similar, but better. We sat in the car for a time, watching the clouds, the sheets of rain, the waves growing larger and faster, all between gentle kisses and gropes. "It’d be great to be naked on the beach right now, huh?" I told her. She just smiled in a way that told me she agreed. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small ball of foil. Inside were two tabs of what she said was mescaline. We both took one and wait, undressing to kill the time. We walked hand in hand to the beach, both of us naked and smiling and quiet. Neither of us spoke. We reached a point and stood together side by side, faces in the wind and rain, watching the waves beat the beach in a sound of fury and power. I sat cross-legged in the sand. She settled into my lap with her back to me, both of us still facing the sea and the storm. I have no idea how long we sat. I have no recollection of time. I only remember her rising to place her feet on each side of me, to take my cock long before hard, to position it and sit on it, taking me deep inside her as she lowered herself back into my lap. We sat engaged, locked, neither of us moving, both of us experiencing. At some point, she rose on her feet and placed her hands on my legs now straight in front of me. She began to fuck me, moving her hips up and down slowly, enjoying the full length of me. We both came in the storm, our cum joining the rain on the sand. We washed wading in the sea and drove without speaking back to her apartment. Some experiences are beyond words.
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