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Remembering

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: emcefyrs Posted on: 09 Nov 2003 1 comments
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The basic story idea was told me by a girlfriend, and I 'touched it up' a bit...You woke up and turned to look at the clock. The green LED numbers glowed in the dark, and it took a moment to focus clearly on them. 3:10. The thought registered on your consciousness, and you knew you could go back to sleep without guilt; it was Saturday morning, and a day off. A chance to sleep in, something you really hadn't done for a long time. Lazily, you stretched and turned back onto your side and pulled the covers up around your shoulder.A gentle sound registered in your consciousness now, and you realized it was raining outside. Perhaps that was what had wakened you, you thought as you listened to the rain falling softly off the roof and onto the patio outside your bedroom window. It was a light rain, you knew, perhaps just starting, or just ending. No matter, the sound was relaxing, and the rain would surely cool things off a bit. Maybe you'd get up early after all and step outside, when all was fresh outside. You lay there, more awake now, listening to the gentle dripping a few feet away from your head.You always liked the rain, you thought. Peaceful, especially a rain like this one. Had it been earlier in the evening, before you'd gone to bed, you'd have sat in the dark looking out a window, watching it come down, gently nourishing the trees outside, and perhaps you'd even opened the door and stood there for a moment, feeling the coolness the rain always brought. And, you thought, the rain always brings back a memory or two, a special moment from sometime in the past. One time, you'd remembered the time you and he had scampered into the tent, caught by a sudden afternoon thunderstorm while on a camping trip, just far enough away from camp that you'd both gotten soaked by the time you'd reached shelter, and then laughing as you looked at each other, rain running down your faces, the two of you looking like drowning rats. And for some reason, you'd both suddenly been turned on, and you'd wrestled each other down onto the sleeping bag and made wild, passionate love, laying together afterwards in a pile of wet clothing, still laughing at the way you looked.Another moment flashed across your mind, then another. Why was it you always remembered the sex? you asked yourself. Surely there were other moments you could remember when it was raining. For a moment, you tried to blot the memories out and focus on the rain outside. It was coming down a bit harder now; perhaps the increase in intensity was what had brought the memory of the camping trip to mind again.You shifted onto your back, trying to get comfortable. Damn it anyway! Why had you awakened, and why had the rain brought back memories of him? Not that you didn't think of him often enough anyway, but why tonight? You hadn't thought of him earlier when you'd masturbated, so why now?Your thoughts returned to your session a few hours ago, to the moment when you'd opened your legs wide and slid your favorite dildo deep down into your puss, driving it into the depths of your wet cunt with abandon, the fingers of one hand clenched around it while you'd rubbed your aching clit with your other hand, until at last you'd exploded in a wonderful orgasm, one of the best you'd had in a long time. You hadn't thought of him then, or the times he lay between your legs watching you pleasure yourself, your mind happy in the knowledge that he loved to watch you as much as you loved to do it for him. So why now? Had you been dreaming about him? Had your subconscious mind sifted through your memory bank until it found a moment that in some way matched the moment now, the exact sound of the rain outside, the exact temperature in the room? What was it, anyway?And then you knew. It had rained that night! A rain just about like this one, in fact. Now, the memories of that night came flooding back into your consciousness, almost overwhelming you. It was the last night you'd made love together, the last time you'd felt his penis inside you, his cum gushing into your warm pussy in time with your own climax.It had started raining an hour or so before you'd gone to bed, and the two of you had cuddled together on the sofa for a long time before heading to the bedroom. The windows had been open, and a gentle breeze had cooled the apartment off somewhat, and it had felt good to be in his arms. You remembered that he'd closed the window in the living room as you'd made the bed ready, and that you'd partially closed the window in the bedroom, too. You'd masturbated for him that night, your fingers doing the honors then, while he lay between your legs watching you, and after you'd cum, he moved up and slid his rock hard cock down into you, staying on his knees so he could see his thick member penetrating you, and he'd worked it in and out of you, slowly for a long time, then faster, then slowing down again, and you'd rubbed your clit again, bringing yourself to a quick climax before taking your hand away so he could enjoy the view he had. And then, suddenly, just when you knew he was about to cum, you'd cried out, 'Take it out! I want to watch you cum! Squirt that juice onto my cunt!" He'd quickly complied, and you'd taken his hot, throbbing cock in your hand and stroked him as he came, his strong spurts soaking your bush, the ecstasy on his face a sight to behold. When he was done, you'd rubbed his cum into your slit, hard and fast, and you'd cum again, this time the best of the evening, your hips bucking up and down frantically as you reached your peak.You'd laid together for a long time afterwards, finally turning the light off, but you had both been wide awake, talking softly about everything and about nothing, until finally he'd slipped his hand down between your legs again, his fingers expertly parting your lips. You'd resisted a bit at first, thinking that you'd rather try to go to sleep, but knowing he wanted you again won out, and you'd at last opened your legs for him once more. He'd mounted you slowly, working his cock into your tight puss inch by inch until he was deep inside you, and then he'd lowered himself onto you and held you close while he loved you, his orgasm long in coming, but still full and strong, and each pulse seemed to reach deeper into you, until at last you came too, a deep, mellow orgasm that spread slowly throughout your body and consumed you totally.***The rain had stopped, and you lay there in the darkness now. You shifted again, trying once more to get comfortable. You knew you were wet again, and the memories of that night once again had caused a stirring in your clit. You slowly moved your hand down between your legs. Six more weeks, you thought, just six more weeks until he's back. Maybe memories aren't so bad after all! You smiled as you slipped a finger into your waiting puss.