A little rain never hurt

You touch Amy’s rain-drenched hair, gently, and she doesn’t object. Her free hand reaches behind you and takes hold of your bare ass, squeezing. Meanwhile, she keeps the head of your cock in her mouth as she strokes you, picking up her pace as your shallow breaths become moans.

Finally, the persistent urging of her hand becomes too much. You cry out, push your hips forward and release, your swollen cock pulsing and spurting into her sweet mouth. The motion of her hand becomes soothing, a series of slow, firm strokes to coax out every last bit of your orgasm.

When you’ve filled her mouth completely, and your cock has given all it can, that’s when she finally takes you deeper. She raises her eyes to yours and lets her lips slide down your shaft, surrounding you with the heat of her mouth and the slickness of your own orgasm. The sensation makes your cock kick and pulse one more, and she gives another smug little murmur. Then she draws back, slowly, pressing tightly with her tongue, milking you for your last drops.

You’re dizzy and dazed, but you manage to remain standing while she turns and spits, and then raises her face to rinse her mouth with rainwater. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve, then smiles up at you, with her shirt and shorts plastered to her body. “Happy birthday,” she says.

You find your voice. “Thank you.”

“Oh, my pleasure. Believe me.” She stands up, helping you pull up your shorts. “I have to go get dry and go to work. Have fun with the rest of your day, though.”

She winks, turns, and dashes off, no doubt headed for her house, a warm shower, and a dry towel.