A Rainy Day
A late summer day. Near the end of the season. We came to a convenient stopping point. I was reading on the porch and finished my chapter. You were sketching over on the corner. The tide was going out; the sea gulls were coming in. "Wanna take a walk?" "Sure."
Walking up the driveway towards the street. It's a beautiful view of the river from here.
My aunt drove up and stopped on her way out. "Get back to the house soon. I have a fire in the fireplace." "OK, we'll be quick. Just going to go the mail." The mail box was about a quarter of a mile away.
We walked by the garage. And winked at each other.
It's a beautiful walk to the street. Marshes. Vernal ponds. Wildlife habitats. No mail.
The weather changed on the way back.
Started raining. Not a drenching rain, but it was raining.
Your white tee-shirt, well... It's a beautiful bra. And I think you were colder than you expected.
We walked briskly back to the house through the rain. Your warmness and wetness inspiring.
My aunt was right. When we got back to the house there was a fire in the fireplace. A roaring fire in the living room.
Shivering, we snuggled in front of the fireplace to warm up. Closer. Closer. You are very soft and warm.
I lift your t-shirt off. Yum. I can tell you are still a little chilly. You take my t-shirt off. We are warm together. Holding each other. Kissing. Holding. Caressing. Mmmm...
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