The Storm

[AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality]

Let's go back to Korea and Dorothy. There was a small pillbox-looking thing on the road to the main post, just a square hole dug in the ground covered by a rudimentary roof. I never met anyone who knew when it had been built; it might have dated back to the Japanese occupation of the country. But it was just there, something you noticed the first time you saw it and never paid mind to again. It wasn't even worth going over to look at just for curiosity's sake.

It was a summer Sunday in the ROK, and Dorothy and I were walking back to the main post. We were passing that little hole in the ground when the skies opened up. Have you ever been caught in a sudden storm where the sun is shining, and then it becomes dark in minutes, and it's like someone threw a switch from 'Clear' to 'Monsoon' because all the water on Earth is suddenly coming down on you? That's what happened to us; we were instantly soaked, but worse the rain stung. It was warm, but it was harsh on the skin. Thus, instead of running back to the main gate we ran to that little pillbox because it was closer, even though rumor control said it was off-limits. Any port in the storm.

It was old and dirty, but it kept the rain off of us. Looking out, you couldn't see anything at all because it was coming down so hard. We could hear vehicles driving less than a hundred feet away and couldn't even see a shadow of them.

To this day I'll never know why the situation got me so turned on; the sound of the drops beating on the roof like hail, or Dorothy bending over to lean on the lip of the ground and look out at the rain. Her soaked t-shirt was molded to her back and sides, and she was unconsciously wagging her jean-covered ass at me slowly from side to side. But I suddenly felt this primal urge to fuck; not make love, not have sex, but to FUCK like an animal in rut.

I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at the wall next to her, where it thwacked wetly and slid down to the dirty concrete. She was startled by it, and was about to turn to look at me but suddenly I was having none of that. Until then I'd never had any interest in domination or rough sex, but in the moment I was consumed. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and something like, 'Look there!' Afterwards, she told me that tone had set her off too and she was instantly into what was going on. I kicked out of my sneakers and pulled my jeans off, and tossed them onto the pile along with my socks. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against my cock; she knew I was naked and hard behind her, but she kept looking out. She never said a word as I lifted her feet off the ground and pulled off her sneakers and socks. She held still as I grabbed her jeans and panties and yanked them off her and tossed them onto the clothes pile. She wasn't really ready for sex yet but neither of us gave a damn. I just shoved my cock into her pussy and she kind of yelped.

She warmed up quickly enough though; Dorothy lived for sex. She was bracing against the wall against me, grunting with our skins slapping together. I stopped for a moment to stand her up and pull her t-shirt off, and then her bra. We were both naked in that little pillbox thing; on a clear day anyone could have seen us and what we were doing. But here and now, the rain gave us our own little world. We fucked like that for a few minutes. She was bent over and I over her, mauling her tits from behind. Then she laughed, and got us apart long enough to climb outside so she could brace on the roof instead. The rain was like being blasted by needles and if anyone had braved it to take shelter in that place we were completely exposed and caught. But the rain didn't slacken at all; people drove right past and never saw.

When I was ready, I spun her around and was going to go all over her face and tits but she hated that. She dropped to her knees and gobbled me because she loved cum in her mouth. Even after I was done, she kept sucking me in a kind of desperation to get me hard again. I didn't mind so much, and we fell into that position that the Kama Sutra calls the 'congress of the crow'; basically 69, but on each other's sides. She came a couple of times until I got hard again, and then we were fucking right out in the open, her legs on my shoulders. We had to move back inside when the rain began to stop but we kept going on the dirty floor with our clothes as our bed. We both got off, and I shot in her pussy. I rather brutally fingered her until she actually begged for me to stop. Then we got dressed and just laughed at ourselves (she never let me forget that I'd ruined her bra, either) until night fell and we could sneak out of there. We never did it again in that nasty little place, which was probably a good thing; that was another once-in-a-lifetime experience and we knew it would never been that amazing again.

Maybe one day you'll be at home and the rain will come down. Take a chance, get naked and run outside and just feel the storm against your skin. Drag some people out with you and just go to town. Hopefully you won't get sick the next day, but maybe you'll get to feel the storm from the inside-out like I did all those years ago. My story will never come close to what we experienced that day, so you'll have to trust me in that it can be an unforgettable experience.