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Under the Rain - part 1
You’re out on your morning jog, weaving through the woods with ease. The cool air rushes past your face as you run, and the sound of your footsteps echoes off the trees. You love being out here, away from the stress of everyday life. It’s just you, the woods, and the ground beneath your feet.
You walk through the woods with Patrick, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. The rain has stopped, but the ground is still wet, and you can feel the cool moisture seeping into your shoes. Patrick shares stories about his previous hiking experiences, and you find yourself captivated by his adventurous spirit. ‘I love being out in nature,’ he says, running his hand along a rough tree trunk. ‘There’s something so raw and alive about it.’ You nod in agreement, noticing how his fingers linger on the bark. It’s almost as if he enjoys the sensation of the rough texture against his skin. As you continue to walk, Patrick brushes against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. You look over at him, wondering if it was an accident or if there’s something more going on. He meets your gaze with a playful smile, and you can’t help but blush. You come across a small clearing with a fallen log, and Patrick suggests taking a break. As you sit down, he ‘accidentally’ lets his hand brush against your thigh, feeling the rough texture of your jogging pants. His fingers linger on your leg for a moment before he pulls away, but the heat from his touch remains. ‘You know,’ Patrick says, leaning back on his hands, ‘I’ve always been fascinated by textures.’ ‘Really?’ you ask, raising an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean?’ He smiles and runs his hand along the rough bark of a nearby tree. ‘I don’t know. I guess I like the way different surfaces feel against my skin. It’s like each texture has its own story to tell.’ You laugh, finding his explanation both charming and intriguing. ‘That’s an interesting perspective.’ Patrick leans in closer, his voice lowering. ‘What about you? Do you like the way certain textures feel on your skin?’ Your heart skips a beat as you realize where this conversation is heading. You look into his eyes and see a hunger there that mirrors your own. ‘I … I don’t know,’ you say, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. ‘I’ve never really thought about it.’ He smiles and reaches out to touch the sleeve of your shirt. ‘Well, maybe we should experiment.’ His fingers trail down your arm, and you can’t help but shiver at his touch. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as Patrick moves closer. He leans in and kisses you, his lips soft and warm against yours. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as the passion between you builds. His hands roam over your body, exploring the rough texture of your clothing and the smooth skin beneath. As you kiss, Patrick pushes you back onto the fallen log, his body pressing against yours. Your heart races as he runs his hands up your thighs, feeling the coarse fabric of your jogging pants. He traces a finger along the seam of your shorts, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. You moan into his mouth, lost in the sensations he’s creating. Patrick’s hands continue to explore your body, and you can feel the heat radiating from him as he becomes more aroused. You run your fingers through his short hair, pulling him closer as the intensity of your kisses deepens. Without breaking contact, Patrick reaches down and starts to unbutton your shirt. He slips it off your shoulders, revealing your lacy bra beneath. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight, and you can’t help but feel a surge of confidence at his reaction. He traces a finger along the edge of your bra, causing your nipples to harden in anticipation. You arch your back, silently begging for more, and Patrick is all too happy to oblige. He cups your breasts in his hands, gently massaging them as he continues to kiss you passionately. You let out a soft moan, lost in the pleasure of his touch. Patrick’s fingers dance over your skin, alternating between gentle caresses and rougher touches that send shivers down your spine. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you want more. Patrick must sense your desire, because he suddenly pulls away from your lips and looks into your eyes. ‘Do you want to keep going?’ he asks, his voice rough with desire. You nod, unable to form words as you gaze at him hungrily. Patrick smiles and stands up, offering you his hand. ‘Then let’s find somewhere more private.’ Without hesitation, you take his hand and follow him deeper into the woods. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you walk. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building with each step. Patrick leads you to a small clearing, hidden from view by dense foliage. He turns to face you, his eyes dark with desire. ‘I want to touch every inch of you,’ he says, his voice low and rough. You swallow hard, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as Patrick begins to unbutton your pants. He slowly pulls them down, revealing your lacy thong beneath. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Patrick only smiles and traces a finger along the edge of your underwear. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you deeply. His hands roam over your hips and waist, exploring every curve of your body. You can feel the heat radiating from him as he becomes more aroused, and it only serves to heighten your own desire. Patrick reaches around and unhooks your bra, letting it fall to the ground. He cups your breasts in his hands, gently massaging them as he continues to kiss you passionately. You let out a soft moan, lost in the pleasure of his touch. His fingers dance over your skin, alternating between gentle caresses and rougher touches that send shivers down your spine. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you want more. Patrick must sense your desire, because he suddenly pulls away from your lips and looks into your eyes. ‘Are you ready?’ he asks, his voice rough with desire. You nod, unable to form words as you gaze at him hungrily. Patrick smiles and leads you to a nearby fallen tree, gently laying you down on the soft moss beneath. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly starts to unbutton his pants. With shaking hands, you reach out to help him, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Patrick’s pants fall to the ground, revealing his boxers and the impressive bulge beneath. Your heart races as you realize just how turned on he is by this encounter. He slides off his boxers, freeing his erection, and you can’t help but stare in awe. Patrick grins at your reaction and leans in to kiss you again, his hands roaming over your body. As you kiss, Patrick positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your wetness. You moan into his mouth, desperate for him to fill you completely. He pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching you as he goes deeper. You gasp as he bottoms out, your body adjusting to the feeling of being so fully filled. Patrick starts to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm that has you moaning with pleasure. He leans down, his lips trailing along your neck as he continues to drive into you. You can feel every rough texture of his skin against yours, and it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your body. Patrick’s hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you as he increases his pace. You meet each thrust with a moan, lost in the intensity of the moment. The pleasure builds within you, coiling tighter and tighter until you can’t hold it back any longer. With a loud cry, you arch your back and climax, your entire body shuddering with the force of your release. Patrick continues to thrust, his own orgasm building as he feels you contract around him. He lets out a groan, his hips stuttering as he comes inside you. The warmth of his release fills you, and you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you both lay there, panting and spent. Patrick pulls out and collapses next to you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You turn your head to look at him, a smile playing on your lips as you take in the sight of his flushed face and tousled hair. ‘That was … incredible,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod, unable to find the words to express just how amazing it was. Instead, you reach out and take his hand, intertwining your fingers as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.