Rainy days

I looooove autumn. Especially after a good summer (which it was but I’ll tell you all about that another time ;p). The sound of the rain on the roof, gushes of wind coming through the window, it’s just such a cool season. And it opens up a whooooole new range of opportunities! 

Last Saturday, I came home after going out with the girls. I was drenched to the bone, as it had been raining all night, and I was glad I could finally strip down nekkie and crawl under my warm sheets. When I didn’t fall asleep immediately, I figured I had picked up enough mental images from hot guys to get in the mood, and I started warming myself up some more by playing a little.

But it didn’t really work. Sometimes, you just have one of these days where you can rub and rub and rub some more, but it’s just not happening. I had one of those days, and after fifteen minutes or so, I was about to give up.

I really felt like a cigarette, but it seemed like a hassle. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to get dressed, only to have another outfit soaked by the rain. And I definitely didn’t want to put my wet party clothes back on.

But then it hit me. I didn’t have to get dressed. It was pouring with rain outside, and it was half past three in the morning. There wouldn’t be anyone even remotely looking in my general direction. The city was all mineeeeeee.

The balcony

I got up. The cold air immediately hit me, but I walked over to my desk, grabbed a ciggie out of the half-empty pack, picked up my lighter and walked over to the balcony doors. I made sure to keep my lights off and peeked through the blinds. The street down below looked deserted. I lit my cigarette, threw my lighter onto the couch, opened the balcony doors and stepped outside.

The rain was coming down even harder than I had anticipated, and I had all the trouble in the world to keep my cig from drowning. I could taste the rain. I sat down on the wet, wooden floor, leaning against the wall, covering the cigarette from most of the rain as I held it under my one leg. My other hand instinctively found its way between my thighs, and the moment it touched the fun bits, I could finally tell I had been playing for a good long while.

I sat there for a few minutes, smoking with one hand, rubbing with the other. By the time I had finished my smoke, my body was shivering, mostly from the cold, partly from the sensations. I used my one hand to rub my little button, and the other to slip one, and then two fingers inside. The rain was muffling most of the noises escaping from my lips, and I felt comfortable enough to let out a little moan every now and then, knowing there wouldn’t be anybody around to hear me.

Finish

It still wasn’t easy. Being out in public helped a lot, but I was tired, drenched, and freezing. But I kept going. I rubbed and wiggled my fingers inside me, slowly bringing myself closer and closer. I was thrown back a few times by the occasional car driving past, but I still felt comfortable enough to continue.

When my nipples felt like icicles, goosebumps covered every patch of skin, and my entire body was shivering uncontrollably, I finally managed to get myself close enough to know I could do it. I gave in to the sensations, hoping my probably slightly too loud squeaks wouldn’t carry too far in the windy air. If someone would have been watching me, they probably wouldn’t have been able to tell apart the shivers induced by the cold from the spasms that came with the orgasm, but I easily felt the difference. With a few audible moans, I got myself where I had needed to be for almost half an hour now.

I sat outside for a while longer, until the trembles had eased down, then got up and stepped inside. I dried myself off with a towel, still shivering like craaaayzy. It took me ages to warm up, even after I had snuggled myself back in bed. But eventually, I managed to fall asleep, finally warm again, and feeling very, very happy.

Autumn <3