Free The End of Summer by Alex M. Smith Page A

“But he managed to ruin even that and left me
first.”
    “When where you gonna tell him that?”  I asked.
    “He was going to meet me in New York on the eve of our
twentieth anniversary.  I was going to give him a gift of being free from me, a
gift he was long due” She said with a very sad voice.
    “Was it the package you bought from David’s?”  I asked.
    “Yeah, it was a record by Miles Davis, ironically called,
Miles Fly Away, and that’s exactly what he did,” she said.
    I kissed her neck and held her tighter, “It’s gonna be
alright.”
    Becca turned to face me, leaned, her body against mine, and
said, “Would you kiss a smoker?”  She asked me with a change in tone.
    Before she could finish her sentence, my lips were all over
hers. The taste of tobacco mixed with her sweet breath aroused me even more.  I
held her close to me, feeling her warmth against the cool night breeze.  My
hands ran down her firm buttocks and her thighs, finding the edge of her
dress.  She lifted her leg around my thighs pulling me closer, her crotch
touching mine, feeling my hardness. My hands caressed her bare thighs, going up,
reaching her thong.  She sighed as I ran my finger around the edge of her panties,
easing the elastic over the curve of her behind.  My hands firmly grasped each
cheek of her delicious ass and pulled her against my growing erection.  My
fingers wandered down, and she moaned as my fingers touched the warm wetness of
her pussy from behind.  She lowers her leg, her panties dropped to the ground.
    We moved towards the passenger side door, I opened it and her
hand reached down and unbuttoned my pants.  My cock swelled against the fabric
of my boxer shorts.  She grabbed both my pants and boxers and pulled them down
at once.  She pushed me on the car seat and sat on my lap.  Our interlocked
lips now furiously devoured each other, and her wet pussy was rubbing against
my hard cock, lubricating it, making it ready to invade her.  She moved her hips
and my hard cock slides into her burning pussy, and with one synchronized move
with nature, lightning struck, thunder cracked and rain began to fall.
    Making love in the rain was epic, with Becca’s hair drenched
and clinging to her neck.  Our clothes were soaked as we steamed ahead in
unison.  Her hips pumped up and down my shaft, as my hands gripped her hips,
our moans growing louder with every thrust.  We lost ourselves as the storm
around us fueled our desire.  Every clap of thunder and flash of lightning
seemed to energize and intensify our passion.  Waves of ecstasy raged through
our bodies as the thunder rolled.  She arched herself, driving my cock deeper,
and let out a screaming moan.  Her fingernails dug into my chest, and her pussy
throbbed around my cock as her orgasm landed with the intensity of the storm.  I
let myself explode inside her with a thunderous moan, mimicking the thunder as
the clouds burst above us.  Breathless, we collapse into each other and stayed
there soaking in the rain.
    We struggled a little with the convertible top.  It was a
simple, old fashioned ragtop and hard to manage in the rain.  As soon as we
settled into the seats, we realized how soaked our clothes and the car’s
interior has gotten.  We laughed all the way back to her house.  The roads were
very slippery, since it was the first rain after almost three weeks of drought,
but I carefully maneuvered along the dark roads, carrying my most precious
cargo, my beloved Becca.
    As we pulled into the driveway, Becca took her panties and
put them in my glove box and winked at me.  “Something to put under your
pillow,” she said with a sweet devilish grin.  I came closer and kissed her
lips.  Her hair was still wet, and her face looked tired but still radiant with
happiness.
    “I love you,” I whispered softly.
    “Love you too,” she replied and opened the door.
    I rushed to her side of the car to help her out.  I shielded
her from the rain with