My friends think it peculiar that a rainy day can brighten my spirits. It’s not that I don’t appreciate warm, sunny weather. Like most girls blessed with a nice face and figure, I welcome days on which I can visit the beach or ride my bike or just go for a stroll in the park. But for me, rainy days are special, and if my friends don’t understand why, I certainly do.

You see, it was during a downpour that I experienced my first really big orgasm At first I attributed it to the fact that my partner was exceedingly well hung and knew how to please a woman sexually, but he and I made love again a few days later in his dormitory room and it was only average. So I wound up theorizing that it was because we had fucked outdoors in a heavy rainstorm that I came so strongly. My theory was proved correct a few weeks later when Ted and I again made it in the rain, this time at my urging and not by chance, and I had orgasm after orgasm until I could hardly see straight.

At first I wondered if there was something wrong with me, even though I was old enough at the time to realize that we all have our peculiar sexual quirks. But then, as I thought it over, it occurred to me that there was a legitimate reason for my getting so turned on in the rain, that I didn’t have, as Ted had intimated when I told him I wanted to do it in a storm again, a screw loose somewhere.

How better to get closer to nature than to do it outdoors? Like animals in heat, conscious only of the craving to mate. And to do it while being pelted with raindrops, with the wind on your face and the dark, rich earth for a bed, is gloriously uncivilized.

The raw, animalistic delight I derived from those first early fucks in the rain never left me. Today, seven years later, a forecast of stormy weather will not only bring a smile to my face but also start lubrication seeping into my panties. I think back to those water-logged sessions with my first real lover, and to the other rainy-day experiences I’ve enjoyed since then, and before long I just have to masturbate to relieve the tension.

I would be the happiest girl alive if I had a house, a husband who appreciated loving in the rain as much as I do and an enclosed backyard. Unfortunately, I’m still single and I live in an apartment. I do, however, have a guy, a big, beautiful guy with a passion for the outdoors, whom I’m trying my darndest to snag. He’s my Mr. Right.

His name is Cal and he’s the superintendent at a state park. He lives in a pretty little house in the park, and that’s where I stay when I visit him. Unfortunately, we don’t get to see each other as often as I’d like because we live in different states. When we do get together, though, it’s terrifically exciting.

The last time I visited Cal I got lucky — it rained the entire weekend. As I hadn’t seen him for a while, I arrived with a pussy aching to be stuffed with hard cock. The fact that it was raining added more fuel to my sexual fire. Cal, who loves doing it in the outdoors, rain or shine, and I ran laughing to one of our favorite places, a small, crystal-clear lake not far from the house. We’d picnicked there several times, often spotting deer and other wildlife drinking from the lake, but the only wildlife we were interested in now was each other.

We stood facing each other, the rain beating down upon us. Then we started stripping, tossing our watersoaked clothes aside with abandon as we each raced to be the first one naked. My panties were so wet by the time I skinned out of them, I could have wrung them out like a dishcloth. I threw the soaked undies to Cal, who laughed and said, “My God, I didn’t know a woman could get this wet.”

Feet wide apart, I closed my eyes and lifted my arms to the sky. I just stood there, relishing the feel of the rain on me. I was free, so gloriously free, just another of the animals in the forest, being washed by nature. I knew Cal was watching me, waiting to spring into action — a fierce male on the prowl eager to mate with the wild female who was so unashamedly signaling her readiness to be taken.

Still looking up into the rain, I squeezed my breasts, lifting them up to the sky. Then I brought my hands down between my spread legs. I’m sure there was a feral gleam in my eye as I looked at Cal, who stood there proud and tall, his big, beautiful cock at full erection.

We eyed each other, letting the tension build to an almost unbearable point. And then, in the manner of female animals, I surrendered. Turning away from Cal, I sank to my knees in the muddy earth and fell forward so that I was on all fours, my rain-slick bottom raised in lewd invitation to his mighty cock.

Cal mounted me a moment later, his perfect cock cleaving the folds of my soaked pussy and wrenching a moan from my throat. Indoors, our lovemaking tends to be gentle and proceeds at a relaxed pace, but outdoors we go at it with fierce intensity, discarding all subtlety and coupling lustfully And so, on this day by the lake, Cal did me dirty, his full, deep thrusts coming hard and fast as the rain continued to beat down on us.

My knees and hands sank ever deeper into the soil. My hair was matted to my head, some of the wet strands sticking to my face and covering my eyes. Grunts and groans burst from my throat. I was indeed an animal of the wild.

I came twice while Cal was fucking me, and then a third time when I felt his creamy seed spurting into my pussy. He stayed inside me until his cock had grown soft and then sat back on his haunches. I remained in position for several moments, calming down and savoring the special afterglow of our animal-like coupling.

It was a wonderful weekend, and thanks to Mother Nature, Cal and I got to fuck in the rain twice more before I had to return home. I see other men, some of whom I sleep with — indoors — but Cal is the guy I want to marry. He often jokes that he’s my rainy-day lover, which, I suppose, he is, but he’s much more than that. He’s the man I love, the man I need, the man who gets me wet faster than anyone else.