Shandy brought out the box of sparklers and lit two of them.

A smile stretched over my face as I circled the sparkler in front of me, spelling S plus L with mine.

It fizzled and snapped, and somewhere in the distance bottle rockets were being fired into the sky.

The remnants of our Fourth of July picnic lay strewn out around us, the banquet of flowers I had brought home from the florist where I worked, the leftover food that Shandy had made, and the blanket rumpled and covered in crumbs of apple pie.

Lauren said Shandy, once our sparklers had gone out.

I love you.

My heart left.

I love you more.

Thanks for putting this together for us.

We hadn't seen much of each other lately due to our work, but this holiday together was exactly what I needed.

It was good to spend uninterrupted time together, especially if that time included Shandy's cooking.

With her sunglasses still perched on top of her brown bob, Shandy leaned in and kissed me.

Her hand cupped my face and her tongue slid into my mouth.

I moaned against her, grateful for this private picnic, spot by the river.

With her arm guiding me down, Shandy rolled me on to my back.

The sun flashed around us in short bursts.

As clouds began to roll over the sky.

She kissed me deeply and intensely, her hands sliding up and down my body.

At the bottom of my sun dress had bunched up, and Shandy slid her hand in between my legs.

I fucking love when you wear dresses, she moaned into my ear, giving my ear lobe a quick nip.

My laugh tapered off into a groan.

M I know you do.

She had just started to rub my client through my thin cotton pannies when suddenly I felt a rain drop on my hand.

I opened my eyes and looked up to see that the beautiful blue sky had darkened.

Uck it's raining, I grumbled, causing Shandy to turn her head to look up.

The sky had shifted so suddenly.

Summer storms were always like that.

We hastily threw everything into the picnic basket, and I had just tucked the blanket under my arm when the clouds opened up.

The world got dark, and rain came down in cold, thick darts of water.

Lauren this way, cried Shandy taking off in the direction of the trees.

I hurried as fast as I could, my sandals sloshing against the puddles that had already formed.

The tree cover gave us some protection, although we were still getting wet.

I looked out at where our picnic had been at the fourth of July, Bauquet, that was now drowning in the rain.

I'm sorry, love, said Shandy, but I didn't care about the flowers.

I had broken out into a fit of laughter at the absurdity of it all.

I was laughing at the sudden rain, at nature's timing, and at my dress that was stuck to my skin.

Rain drizzled on to us as we began to care.

It was eerie and dark within the trees, as though it was much later in the day than it was.

Branches crunched under our feet as our tongues slid into each other's mouths.

Shandy's hands slid up my wet back until they reached the straps of my dress.

She slid them off of my shoulders, pulling the material down so that my breasts were bare.

My nipples were hard.

Mm fuck, I moaned over the sound of rain pattering against the leaves.

Shandy's mouth was warm on my breasts.

She sucked on each nipple, rolling her tongue across them, while I quivered in response.

At the same time, she bunched up my skirt and began to rub my clit through my panties.

I leaned back against the tree, my knees shaky and weak.

I needed this, I was desperate for it.

It felt like ages since we had last fucked, and I was aching for more.

Everything felt urgent then, like we were on limited time.

Sandy shoved down my panties with force and pushed my legs open.

She rubbed my clit with two fingers, her blue eyes staring intensely into mine.

As water dripped down our faces, the world fell away.

Her lips were parted, and I couldn't tell if the sound I was hearing were hermones or mine.

All I know is that her gaze was smoldering.

Her eyes held the same sort of passionate neediness that I felt inside me.

Oh.

She pushed too fingers up into my pussy.

I was wet and soft for her.

Her fingers slid uneasily.

She sank them deep into me, curling them against my inner walls, knowing exactly where to touch me.

Good girl, she cooed, as I began to buck my hips against her hand.

I couldn't help it.

It was like my body had to respond in that way.

My entire body was heaving.

We had never done anything like this before, something so wild and fairal rain was still drizzling onto us.

Occasionally a big, thick drop would land on my nose.

I'm sure my makeup was running, but I didn't care.

Shandy's fingers felt too good inside of me, curling and moving in a steady rhythm.

Look at me, said Shandy.

I want you to look into my eyes as you come.

I swallowed hard.

I held her gaze, my mouth opening and closing as chains of desperate guttural moans left my throat.

My heart was thudding in my ears, loud and thick.

I was close.

Shandy knew it, and she fingered me harder, faster, more more.

She kept driving her fingers into me.

My whole body shook from the force.

Oh fuck, Shandy, I cried out.

My voice was choked and high pitched.

The climax was intense, a sort of shuddering pleasure that enveloped me completely.

My body was rocked by it, every muscle group tensing up as I came.

I was still coming down from it when Shandy moved her other fingers to my clit, adding an extra level of delicious torture.

I barely had time to recover before Shandy wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, holding my face straight on, and kissed me.

It was as though we were long lost lovers finally reconnecting in these rainy woods.

The light was gray around us, but our kiss was red hot passion.

Our tongue slipped and solid, our hands moved up each other's wet bodies.

I love you, she said loudly, over the sudden increase in the rain.

I love you.

We looked out at the open area.

My flowers were a sad blue pile in the middle of the grass.

It wasn't letting up.

Should we bucket home, asked Shandy.

We're all ready wet anyway.

I kicked off my sandals.

There was no way I could run in them, not over the wet grass.

Shandy grinned and shook her head.

Yeah, this is why I love you.

We took off in the direction of our tiny home, which was just over the hill.

Shandy led the way, soaked the bone as the rain came down at a hard slant.

When we reached the front porch, we were both laughing and shivering.

Shandy's teeth were biting her bottom lip as she helped me out of my soaked dress.

Then I pulled her t shirt off over her head.

We helped each other on dress until we were standing totally naked on the porch.

Come on, she said, smacking my as as I stepped inside.

I'm not done with you just yet.

I'm going to start the shower.

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