It was a Wednesday afternoon, and neither of us had anywhere to be. The rain fell in sheets outside, and the roads we would have otherwise used to get to work were closed. Our lounge was warm, and we sat together on the couch each smoking a cigarette into the already hazy air around us.

Clare said, “That’s pretty shit out there.”

I agreed, and leant back on the couch. “Fancy a cone?” I asked. 

“A bit early, isn’t it?” she replied.

“Well, nothing much else to do,” I said. Nodding, she looked up at the ceiling. 

“There might be, you know, I mean if you’d like.” Turning to me, these words hanging in the air, she continued, “There is something else we could try doing.”

“Oh really, Clare. And what would that be?” I smiled at her as she smiled back, each of us knowing exactly the answer to that question. 

“Well, we have some MDMA left over from a few weeks ago, and when we were high we both agreed that a nice rainy afternoon would be the perfect time to get high together again.” Clare rose, and crossed our small lounge to the mantlepiece. Her hips swayed slightly, and the thin fabric of her pyjamas moved across the soft round curves of her ass. She turned, and looked down at me admiring her curves. “Eyes up here baby,” she said. I let my eyes move slowly up her body, and paused for a long moment to stare lovingly at her round breasts under her top. Eventually I lifted my gaze to her eyes.

“Yes, dear,” I grinned.

Clare smiled knowingly at me. She held the small box she had retrieved from the mantlepiece in her hands, and came to sit next to me again. “One each?” she asked.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I replied. And with two sips from our morning cups of tea the MDMA tablets were gone. We leant back into the couch together, and both reached again for our cigarettes. We each took deep drags, and exhaled them slowly into the drifting smoke.

“So. Excellent. Coffee?” I knelt down on the floor in front of her, and kissed her softly and slowly on the lips. “Would you like a nice cup of coffee?” I kissed her again, and let my hands rise up to gently stroke her breasts through her top. 

“Yes please, sweetheart, and then come back here and do that again.” She leant subtly into my hands. I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, and then stood and made my way into the kitchen. It was small, like the rest of our tiny flat. It contained a fridge, a cooker, an insufficiently large worktop, and an unnecessarily large coffee machine. Clare called from the lounge, “Nice and strong please, handsome.” 

I returned a few minutes later to the lounge with two strong espresso shots on a tray, and placed them down on the coffee table. I knelt again on the floor in front of her, and looking into her eyes, lifted my cup and took a sip of my coffee. “Feeling anything yet?” I asked, and allowed my free hand to gently move over the outline of her breast. I felt her nipple harden a little under the fabric. 

“Just your hand on my tits, sweetheart,” she replied, and moved away slightly. Leaning back once more she took another cigarette from the packet. “Let’s look at the rain and smoke for a while, with our coffees.” She lit the cigarette and handed me the packet. I moved next to her on the couch, and took a cigarette for myself. She leant her warm body against mine, and together we looked out at the pouring rain. We watched the water ripple down the glass while the trees in the garden beyond moved and shook in the wind. 

“The rain is pretty,” she said at last, and then, “I think I feel a little something now.” She put the end of her cigarette into the ashtray, and undid the buttons of her pyjama top. She idly drifted her fingertips over the curves of her soft round breasts, stroking her nipples. “There you go, rain,” she said, “what do you think of my tits?” She turned her head towards me. “Do you think the rain likes them, sweetheart?” she asked. 

I reached an arm around her as she leant further back against me, and lifted one of her breasts, feeling its weight in my hand. “I think the rain finds them magnificent, darling.” I pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp. 

“Oh! Oh, that’s lovely,” she breathed. “I think that awful weather outside would love to see you squeeze my nipple.” She leant her body against mine. “Why don’t you show the rain how hard I like to be squeezed?”

This was one of our games, I’d squeeze her nipple. Gently at first, but then harder. Harder and harder until she gasped, “Yes!” for me to stop. I suppose that made ‘Yes’ our safe word, if you think about it. 

I began to tighten my grip slowly. She liked me to take my time, to increase the pressure gradually, to feel each transition in sensation. From tingle to heat to pain. And from pain to pleasure, and then to sharp breathtaking pain again. With each transition I felt her body twitch. “Yeah, more.” I squeezed tighter. “More,” she asked. I squeezed tighter still. I pulled her breast upwards, stretching her nipple. “Fuck, fuck, more. More!” she cried out, before she finally almost shouted her “Yes!” I released her nipple, and her breast fell back to rest against her chest again. 

“Oh, god. That was so good. That fucking hurt so good,” she said, breathing hard. She settled back against me. “Let me rest for a minute.” She relaxed and closed her eyes. “And then I want you to spank me,” she said. She hooked her legs over the end of the couch and lay across my lap. She looked up at me, “Light me a cigarette, baby.”

“Here you go, my love.” I handed her my lit cigarette, and then lit another for myself.

She took a deep drag, and tilted her head up to look out at the rain. “Perfect.” Settling her head back down on my lap, she added “And afterwards, you can spank me crimson.”

We smoked together again in silence. The sound of the rain shifted with the wind. My eyes moved from the view out of the window to the soft skin of her naked breasts as she lay across me. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. The wind drove the rain against the window, and we listened.

“Ready?” Clare said, after some minutes in silent reflection.

I woke from my reverie. “Definitely,” I replied.

She stood up, and her breasts moved hypnotically as she rose. I gazed at their shifting curves in wonder. I had never for a moment grown tired of seeing her naked body. 

She moved in front of the window. The rain cast drifting shadows on her as she turned to face away from me. Outside, a gust of wind lifted the swaying branches of the trees into momentary tangles, before they fell back into their rain-driven rhythms. I thought to myself; Is there any place better to be naked than in front of the window, looking out at the rain?

Clare slowly pulled her pyjama bottoms down, revealing the smooth pale shape of her perfectly round ass. “Will you spank me now, darling?” she asked. Wiggling her bottom for me, she stepped out of her clothes. “This rain is making me want… more than usual.” She looked back at me, “Will you make it hurt more than usual, darling?”

Clare trusted me deeply, her desires were intense but they had their limits and she knew I would not cross them. Without a word, I put my cigarette out, and stood up behind her. I raised my hand. She braced herself against the windowsill, spreading her legs slightly, arching her back, presenting her tender bottom for me. I stroked the smooth flesh softly, and then brought my hand down fast, striking her with an open palm. The sound was clear and sharp against the soft sound of the rain. “Oh!” Clare cried out, “My!” Panting, she said, “Again, darling, just like that.”

With each smack on her bottom her pale flesh reddened a little more. After each smack on her bottom I caressed her skin gently, allowing my fingers to slip down between her legs, touching the wetness there. My cock strained against my boxer shorts, I felt it twitch with every smack I gave her. Clare held her pose, her body shaking, silently experiencing the shifting sensations of pain and pleasure. She watched lightning begin in the distance, listened to the thunder gently shake the sky. Finally she reached the precipice of her endurance, and sighed, “Yes, darling, oh yes.” I stopped, and then stroked her trembling bottom gently, admiring its curve, and the red marks my hand had left on her. 

She stretched back towards my touch, “Oh, god, yes. That feels incredible.” She sighed happily. “Mmmm, I’m so high and my bottom really hurts.” She giggled a little, and added, “The thunder heard us, I think.” She spread her legs wider, and stretched back, “I bet it liked what it heard.”

The rain outside poured. The wind seemed to speak her delicious pain back to her. Another closer flash of lightning momentarily draped the shadow of the rain across her naked back. And when the thunder rolled across the sky she moaned her pleasure with it. 

Clare held her position, her bottom red, her legs apart, bent over, holding onto the windowsill. She looked outside, and sighed as I stroked her back and thighs. “Oooh,” she breathed, when I dipped my fingers down the crack of her ass. She wiggled her bottom appreciatively. “Now, darling, what will you do with me?” She twisted around to look at me. “Tell the rain just what you’ll do, darling.”

“I’m going to taste you, sweetheart,” I said. I knelt down behind her, and kissed her bottom. With her legs apart, I was treated to a view of her pink little asshole and her shining pussy. Slowly I began to lick her, tasting her, moving my tongue between her pussy lips and then up and over her asshole, licking it softly and gently. I held her bottom in my hands as I licked, pulling her cheeks apart to give me better access. 

“Oh, baby, is that your tongue on my ass, darling?” She sighed and moaned, “Oh, that’s so lovely.” She moved slightly back against me as my tongue touched her asshole, and I pushed it hard against her, pressing it, opening her ass for me.

“Oh!” she moaned as I pushed. “Oh!” again as my finger found her clit at the top of her dripping wet pussy. “Oh! Fuck!” as I moved that finger in circles around her clit, all the while pressing my tongue against her asshole.

I lifted my head. “Can I put my finger inside you, Clare?” I asked her. 

“Oh yes, baby, please. Anything you want, darling,” she replied, her voice soft and filled with desire. 

I gently pressed the tip of my finger to her asshole, “Here, Clare?” I asked again. Instead of speaking, she pushed back against me, and I felt her quiver against the pressure of my fingertip. Slowly my finger slid into her. I felt the grip of her around me, the slickness of my saliva, the heat of her body. 

“Oh, yes. Yes, deeper, yes!” she moaned, as she pushed back. Slowly my finger moved deeper inside her, until the palm of my hand met her thigh. 

We remained in this position for a while, my finger deep in Clare’s ass, her leaning back against my intrusion, as my finger circled her clit. Her breathing and mine joined in gentle sound by the rain on the window. Then slowly she eased herself forwards, moaning with pleasure. “God, yes,” she said, and as my finger left her asshole; “Oh, yeah, I can still feel you inside me.” She turned and knelt on the floor in front of me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. “God, that was amazing,” she said. Looking down, she continued, “But I think I need that inside me now.”

She reached, and pulled at my boxer shorts. I knelt up, and she pulled them down. My cock sprang free. She took the thick length in her hands, and gently stroked it and caressed it. Then she leant forwards and slipped its tip into her mouth. It was my turn to look outside, to watch the wind and the rain. I watched the trees move, and I moved with them. I watched the rain fall, and felt Clare’s warm lips and tongue on me.

Clare didn’t really like to give deep or long blowjobs, and she never took my come in her mouth. But she loved to suck and lick the tip of my cock like it was candy. She held the shaft in her fist, squeezed and stroked me, and tasted me over and over. I sighed with pleasure, and with anticipation.

Finally, she sat back, and then turned around. Still kneeling, she leant forwards, and presented her still-reddened ass to me. “Baby, would you like to continue what your finger started?” she asked, her voice seeming to vibrate with desire. She shuffled back a little, and I knelt back down to meet her. My hard cock slipped into her soaking wet pussy easily, and she gasped with pleasure. 

“Oh yeah, baby, fuck me,” she said. And then, when my finger found her asshole again; “Oh yeah, play with me. Then fuck my ass.” I moved inside her, my cock filling her pussy. I lifted my gaze from her to the sky outside, and fucked her. Lightning in the distance flickered, and I pushed my cock deep into her as thunder rumbled. The sound seemed to move through us, to fill our bodies with its vibrations. 

Clare leant forwards, laying her cheek against the carpet, lifting her bottom up for me. The sky flashed, and I pressed my finger against her slick asshole, slowly penetrating her again to the thunder’s gentle crescendo. I felt the hardness of my cock move inside her. 

“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said, looking back at me. “Show the rain how you fuck my ass.” Obeying, I moved back. I took my finger from her, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I began to push my cock’s blunt head inside her. Clare always made the same sounds when I entered her. Always the same moan of pleasure and abandon. “Uhhh,” as the tip of my cock stretched her. “Oh, yeah,” as the tip of my cock slipped past the first ring of resistance. “Fuck, uhh, yeah,” as I slowly slid into her, as the stretch filled her up. 

We had discovered the sheer joy of anal sex together almost by accident. I’d always loved the shape of her bottom, and one day while fucking I had found my finger sliding into her asshole seemingly of its own accord. She had taken it without a word, and had held me tight as we fucked like that until we came together. Afterwards she had told me how much she had loved the sensation. The tiny taste of pain as I stretched her, the sensation of being filled. “Both holes, yeah,” she would whisper to me, as I fucked and fingered her at the same time. Eventually she asked for two fingers, and then one day as we fucked she’d said; “Baby, fuck my ass.” And so I had.

That first time had been explosive, I’d fucked her hard, and she’d yelled her pleasure loud. The next day she was sore, and so now we enjoyed it more carefully, more intentionally. And today, as my cock sank deeper into her, I savoured every single moment. The tight ring of her asshole gripped my cock as I eased it into the space inside her. She moaned softly as I filled her, a long continuous breathed sound. My thighs met the soft flesh of her bottom. I pushed still further, pressing hard against her.

“Oh, god, fill my ass with your cock, darling. Fuck me, baby, fuck me please,” she pleaded.

And together we moved, she moved forwards, and I leant back. I watched my cock slide from her smoothly, her asshole left open slightly for me. We moved again towards each other, the grip of her sliding along my length. Slowly we fucked, moaning together with the sound of the rain as we felt the pleasure build in our bodies. Clare loved me to come in her ass, and she loved to play with herself as I fucked her. Most of all, she loved to come at the same time as I filled her. I felt her hand moving over her clit as we fucked. I felt her tremble as her orgasm approached. “Baby, I’m going to come,” she told me as she pushed back against me harder. “Fuck me, come in me,” she begged. And then, “Yes! Fuck! I’m coming!” Her words alone tipped me over the edge, and pure pleasure swept through me as I felt my come jet deep into her. 

Shaking and panting, still inside her, I lifted her body back up towards mine and held her. Lightning lit the room for a moment. The thunder replied as our orgasms faded. 

“I love you, darling,” she told me. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

We moved apart, then lay together and talked. We played idly with each other’s bodies, until we felt like fucking again. The day stretched into the night, the rain stopped, and eventually - exhausted - we slept.