I reach my hand out to the window of falling rain. A brilliant electrical spark breaks the blackened sky the moment my fingers make contact with the freezing pane. The shock jolts my body's full memory of you. I press myself on to the glass as hard as I can, desperate to be embraced by the ghost of you.
As if in response, an explosion of sound shakes the foundations of my house. The rain roars as the cloudburst releases its torrent and beats down on the earth in a frantic rhythm. The vibrations drum and tremble across my responsive nerves. The thunder keeps rolling and the lightning continues to crack the sky over and over again. The blinding flashes play with my perceptions. I can see your silhouette outside in the strobe lights of the tempest.
Possessed by my hunger for you, I unlock the sliding glass door and rip it open. I run into the downpour without fear of being struck by the electrical discharges ripping across the night. The icy drops of water slap against me, leaving me breathless and hypothermic. I stop moving and try to catch my breath as my body temperature drops. A small cloud of breath forms every time I exhale, but I remain rooted to the spot. Your water hands tickle my scalp as you stroke my hair. I sigh and inhale your rainy scent deeply to calm my troubled mind.
After a few moments I begin to ignore the chill seeping into the marrow of my bones. My lips tremble as I lift my face to feel your kisses again. How I have missed the taste of you, my love. So pure and divine upon my tongue, I marvel at the rush of heat your liquid butterflies stir within me. They bounce and trickle down my visage unto my frame. I love how you chase my curves with your aquatic lips. I close my eyes and swear I can see your smile beaming down on me.
"Please don't stop," I hear myself whimper to you.
"Aci (never)." You rumble back in that ancient language an incarnate part of my soul has never forgotten.
I know even then it is a sweet lie, but I have waited so long to worship you as I did before. I put the thought aside as you continue baptizing me with your elemental affection. My hair is soaked and dripping. I shiver in the violent flow of your ardor and shake at the touch of your frosty autumn breath.
I lay down upon the wet carpet grass of my backyard. The saturated earth cushions and conforms to my body naturally. My eyes follow the bolts streaking across the sky, waltzing to sonic booms of the heated air around them. Bright veins of light form jagged patterns against your dark celestial skin. Your godly beauty has me enchanted; I reach my hand up and imagine I am caressing your face as we continue kissing.
The rain bombards me with fat drops of near-freezing water. I close my eyes and feel your body upon me. The image of you is projected against the black screen of my closed lids. Your hands and lips continue caressing me in frenzy. I spread my legs so you can explore my heated depths. My breath comes out quick and shallow as a fever begins to warm me. It is you, I know, chasing away the cold that has entombed my broken heart. I kiss you urgently, desperate to feel you filling me up completely.
My insides begin to pull more and more with each drop that beats and slides against my slit. I imagine you kneeling over me, preparing to penetrate my eager well. My insides throb in hunger as my mind remembers the sensation of you entering me deeply. My pussy pulsates to the beat of your push and pull. My hips thrust into you and we begin to build a slow steady rhythm.
My hands grasp the wet grass and I feel my fingers running through your hair again. I continue kissing the rain. I grip your hair harder and pull to tell you to go faster. A gentle gust of wind blows against my neck. I know it's you, my lover, breathing against me. I arch my back in response to your pleasure. I am almost at the brink of my own.
The first wave of my orgasm is beginning to tingle in my spine to the pace of your thunder roll. In unison we erupt and I cry out my ecstasy into the storm. Our voices mingle as our passions peak and break upon us. Again and again the pleasure waves crash and draw back, until all we can do is lay still in the aftermath. I wrap my hands around you and kiss you lightly on your neck. You mumble something to me as we bask in the afterglow. The rain has become nothing more than a light spray again. Your voice is fading into the silence.
"Niauh (I am going)."
"Goodbye, my love," I whisper back to you.
I knew this would happen. I know you don't want this to end anymore than I do. The sorrow of our parting stings my nose and chokes my throat. I close my eyes to hang on to your image as long as I can, but I can feel your presence drifting back into my memory. I curl up into a ball, and I cry my misery into the damp earth. How I wish it could rain forever, so you would never have to leave, my God of Rain...
The End.
Indentured Servant
Maria wept as she thanked god when she found that she had been selected to go to America to work for the O'Neals. She had almost given up hope of escaping her country and the evil police that preyed on women there. Maria promised herself that she would never go back to that terrible place and she would do anything to keep her promise. She knew that although she had a degree in nursing it meant nothing in her new home. Still she also knew that she would be caring for Mr. O'Neal and that he was a very sick man and it made her heart feel good.
Mrs. O'Neal picked her up at the airport; Maria could not believe her beauty. A stately woman dressed is silks and linens she reminded her of the Donnas from the early days of her country. Mrs. O'Neal looked so regal Maria almost curtsied in her presence. On the long ride to her new home, Mrs. O'Neal questioned her about her background and family. Maria noticed her smile when she told her that she had no family left and had been on her own for years. She told Maria about Mr. O'Neal's condition and what would be expected of her in their home. As for Maria, she only answered Mrs. O'Neal's questions feeling far too shy to ask any of her own.
When the long black car pulled off the road and up to the big gate Maria could see her new home and to her it looked like a castle from one of her childhood fairy tales. She quickly found out this was not her new home as Mrs. O'Neal drove past the estate and down the hill behind it. The only mention of the big house was that it was Mrs. O'Neals in-laws and that Maria was never to go near it. They came to a simple house and parked out front. They went inside where Mrs. O'Neal showed Maria her room and then she instructed her to change clothes, as she was needed immediately. Maria didn't know what to do, was she expected to undress in front of Mrs. O'Neal or to wait for her to leave. Mrs. O'Neal opened a closet with a starched white uniform,
"Here is your uniform you will be expected to keep it looking as crisp as it does now. Every night you will wash it and have it ready to wear by morning. You will receive no pay until your airline ticket is repaid and there will be no days off unless I give you the OK."
None of this was a problem to Maria as she had only one uniform at home and had to launder it every evening as well. She thought how could she expect Mrs. O'Neal to pay for her flight to this country and she certainly didn't mind having no days off as she knew no one and had nothing to do anyway.
"I want you to understand you are in this country only as long as I allow it. If you do not do what I say or upset me in any way I will have you arrested and sent back to the police in your country in chains."
Mrs. O'Neal smiled when she saw Maria shudder and she knew she had her.
"You're still not undressed, here let me help you."
She went to Maria and began to unbutton her dress; she slipped it off her and then the same to her slip. Maria stood embarrassed and red-faced in only her bra and panties.
"This will never do, you stand right there, don't move, I'll be right back."
Mrs. O'Neal left the room only to return with some lingerie,
"This is some of my old stuff but it is so much better than these rags you are wearing, here put these on."
Maria just stood in shock, there was just no way could she expose her privates to Mrs. O'Neal. The woman went to her and reached behind her to unclasp her bra; she then slid the straps off her shoulders exposing her breasts.
"You hav
e lovely breasts; they look so nice and soft."
She then reached up and clasped a nipple between a finger and thumb. She rolled it and gave it a gentle squeeze making it harden to Maria further embarrassment. Mrs. O'Neal next helped Maria put on her new bra, she could not believe how luxurious it felt up tight against her. Next, she was instructed to pull down her panties and to put on the new. They were so tiny they almost offered no cover-up but when she turned around to say something to Mrs. O'Neal, she saw her put her old underwear to her nose.
"I love the smell of a young girl's pussy; I think we'll get along famously."
Maria considered this an affront to her dignity but feared upsetting Mrs. O'Neal so said nothing.
"I will dispose of these rags for you."
After Maria finally got dressed, she was taken to Mr. O'Neal. He had been paralyzed from the neck down by a gunshot wound and was unable even to communicate. Maria knew her job was to care for the mister, she was expected to fill his feeding tube and empty his poop tube as the Misses called it. He was to be bathed twice a week and she was expected to look after his well-being. As the only servant in the house, Maria soon found that she was to care for Mrs. O'Neal as well.
In the early evening, she was called into Mrs. O'Neal's bedroom and instructed to prepare the Misses' bath. As the steamy water poured into the tub, she was told to undress Mrs. O'Neal. Standing naked before her she brazenly stroked her nipples, and then asked Maria what she thought of her breasts. Maria stood there speechless, so the Misses picked up her hand and put it on her naked breast. She rubbed her breast using Maria's hand and she could feel the erect nipple tickle her palm. Next, she put a foot on the tub spreading her legs exposing her most private place.
"Maria, do you think I need to shave, put your hand here, and let me know."
Trembling Maria did as she was told, but felt nothing but smooth skin around her pubic patch. With a shaky voice, she told her she didn't think so. Mrs. O'Neal sat in the tub while Maria bathed her including her anus and cunny. As a nurse, Maria had done this to other female patients but never with the sexual overtones that doing it to Mrs. O'Neal had. The Misses' skin felt so soft and pliant and Maria knew she must put special oils and creams to keep it so soft and lovely. As she washed her breasts, Maria remembered earlier in the day when Mrs. O'Neal had teased her nipple and how good it had felt. She began to do the same to the Misses and when she felt it harden in her fingertips, it excited her. She looked up to see Mrs. O'Neal smile and it encouraged her to move to her other breast.
When done with her bath Mrs. O'Neal stepped out of the tub and then handed a towel to Maria. As she dried her, Maria was amazed at the luxurious towel, so large and soft, not like the coarse little thing Maria was accustomed to using. Starting at her shoulders and working down until finally kneeling to dry her legs, Maria looked up to see she was just inches from Mrs. O'Neal's private place. She was so close she could see the beads of water on her pubic hair. For just a moment, she wondered what it would be like to put her tongue between the slit of her womanhood. Embarrassed at the thought and yet she could feel her own fluids began to leak and her panties dampen. After she finished drying her she helped her into her gown and robe, then Mrs. O'Neal dismissed her for the evening.
Maria then had a chance to launder her uniform and then to bathe herself. She looked for her nightgown and discovered that the Missed had taken it when she took all her undergarments away. She had never slept without a nightgown but without a choice, she went to bed dressed only in her new panties. As she lay there, she thought of her day and her new underwear. She ran her hand over the lacy garment unlike any she had ever seen in her own country. She wondered if they were made of satin and soon she found her hand had slipped between her legs and had found her special spot. She knew this was a sin but she couldn't stop and she thought of how close her lips had been to the misses. She now wished that she had kissed that place when she had the chance and as she thought on this, an orgasm coursed through her body.
She heard the door open and saw Mrs. O'Neal coming into her darkened room. She was wearing her sheer nightgown and with the light from the hall behind her, she looked almost naked. Without a word, she lay down next to Maria and rested on her arm. She ran her fingers through Maria's hair as she looked into her eyes. Oddly, Maria no longer felt embarrassed by her nudity. When she smiled back to Mrs. O'Neal, the woman leaned over and kissed her. Maria returned the kiss eagerly and with passion. She bent and suckled Maria's breast and it made her moan. When the misses let her gown slip down exposing her own breasts Maria but her lips to them with a hunger that surprised her. The Misses grabbed her hair and pulled it to hold her in place, then to pull her away.
"Undress me," she commanded, and Maria did so gladly and then the misses slid Maria's panties down and off her legs.
Mrs. O'Neal was now on her back and her legs spread, instinctually, Maria knew what to do and she placed her lips to the misses little pearl. The naughtiness of the act only further fueled her passion. Again, the misses grabbed her hair to hold her in place. Mrs. O'Neal screamed as her orgasm came, flooding Maria's face with her juices and yet she held her in place wanting more. Again and again, she came until she pushed Maria away, saying she could take no more. Mrs. O'Neal patted the pillow for Maria to lie down next to her. She kissed her face and used her tongue to clean her own juices off Maria's face. She now held Maria next to her bosom and they cuddled while the misses drifted off to sleep. However, Maria was too aroused to sleep and soon she found her fingers slipping between that slit to find her own special spot. It didn't take long for her fingers to bring relief. When done she put her arms around her boss and it felt so good just to hold her close. Maria now felt that she was the luckiest girl alive and she gave little thank you kisses to the misses' breasts and soon was asleep herself.
Sometime during the night, Maria awoke to the most wonderful feeling in the world. In the moonlight, she could make out the head of her boss as she knelt between Maria's legs. Maria's orgasm was unlike anything she had ever experienced and it was so intense she feared she might pass out. When Mrs. O'Neal noticed that Maria was now awake, she moved around to swing her thigh over Maria's body and soon her slit was pushed up against Maria's lips. Maria sucked at the misses' sex hungrily, greedy to return the favor. The two spent the night locked in this classic embrace of the number sixty-nine as they napped between orgasms.
When Mr. O'Neal passed away in the spring, Maria gladly accepted Mrs. O'Neal's offer to stay on as her assistant. Maria now spent her days with the misses doing as her boss wished. They swam together, took hikes in the woods, and enjoyed each other's company. They slept together every night and always with long bouts of sexual activity. It was a year that was beyond anything that Maria could ever have wished. When the last of the in-laws passed on the two moved into the big house on the hill together. Their boss employee relationship had now blurred into that of two lovers and so it remained.
The End.
In a Family Way
Chapter 1
It seemed like the thousandth time that I'd taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.
After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It'd certainly make a difference in my wallet.
My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I'd been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row. I'm not claustrophobic, but I was feeling the cattle car experience firsthand. I was looking forward to a little shut eye through it all.
I'd spent the last two days in a hotel, since all my stuff had been packed and shipped on ahead. I was exhausted. The job search, interview trips, eventual packing, and now travel troubles had left me almost entirely without energy.
The plane was pretty full, and I'd hoped that the seat next to me would stay empty, but it wasn't to be. A young woman, perhaps twentyfour, slender,
and with straight shoulderlength dirtyblond hair came down the aisle to the back of the plane, looking at what I figured must be her seat: the one next to me.
She was cute, something I'd be willing to watch for a little while. She was wearing fairly tight jeans and a short white blouse that was not really meant to hide much. She was wearing a gray jogging bra that was filled well. The fabric of her bra was pushed out into well rounded shaped by her breasts. She filled her space nicely.
"Good morning," I said matter-of-faculty.
"Hi," she said as she was struggling with the belt. Nothing else was said. I fell asleep as soon as we were airborne. I felt a nudge, which woke me out of a much needed rest. "Do you want breakfast," she asked. "Umm, sure, ya," I mustered.
"Are you the other vegetarian meal," the flight attended asked.
"No... heck no!" I said. "I'll take anything with meat in it, thanks." She handed me a tray of scrambled eggs and sausage.
"I wonder why she asked that," I mused to myself.
"Because you're sitting next to me, and I ordered vegetarian," the young lady volunteered. "You should try it sometime, it's more healthy than that stuff you're eating."
"What made you decide to go vegetarian, a bad steak or something?"
"Hah. No. A few years ago, I moved in with some vegetarian friends in Santa Cruz, and, well, that was that," she explained. "I've never gone back."
"Ah, Santa Cruz, that mecca of alternative lifestyle," I prodded. I was in a feisty mood. Everything was moving me in that direction that day.
"Yup, and I suppose that you'd consider me the poster child. I live in sort of a apartment house with two other women, which I suppose you'd consider a commune."
"No kidding. Two roommates. That must cramp the old lifestyle." I prodded some more.
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