Sitting on the blanket, we watched as the storm clouds rolled in, covering the sun.
As the rain started to fall we just looked at each other and laughed together. I looked at you and said, 'You know, I've never kissed anyone in the rain.'
'Well that seems a little overdue, don't you think?'
We were sitting next to each other on the ground. You were slightly reclined, leaning back on your arms. I leaned toward you and threw one leg over you, straddling your hips. Careful to keep my weight off of you, I leaned close, placing my forehead against yours, building anticipation, letting you feel my breath on your lips. Holding myself up with one arm, I placed my other hand behind your neck, pulling your mouth to mine. It started as a slow sensual kiss, our tongues finding and twining together. Started slow, but as a bonfire builds in intensity and burns hot, so did our souls, flushing our skin with the heat between us in spite of the cooling rain soaking our clothes and into our bodies. I began to grind my groin into you, but the wet fabric between us started causing uncomfortable sensations on our skin. I stopped kissing you for a moment and sat up. Watching you try and catch your breath, I gave you a wicked grin as I reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I took your wrists and helped you to a sitting position, taking your shirt off as well. My lips found yours again, as I let my hands slide...