Some people get in the mood for sex by simply listening to soft music or by dressing in sexy clothing, but it takes something else to get my hormones in a tizzy-listening to the rain. Give me a rainy day, with thunder and lightning, and I’m one horny girl.

Rain is like sex; just imagine a drizzle or moderate rain as comparable to gentle sex, and a full-blown storm the equivalent to wild fucking. When I hear the tapping of raindrops against my windows, it makes me want to curl up under a blanket with my lover and engage In some serious fondling. But when I see lightning flash through my blinds and hear thunder crash all around me, something extraordinary takes over. The powerful sounds of precipitation drive me crazy for sex.

If my lover is not with me when it’s raining, I’ll sometimes settle for fondling myself, as happened recently. I was home by myself when the drops started falling. I knew 11 was coming; the once azure sky had turned a dirty white, blending with the dull clouds. The sun was busy shining on another part of the world. I was content, sitting under a crochet blanket, half-watching a talk show.

I barely heard the first raindrops fall, but their slight tapping sounds were unmistakable. Quickly, I reached for the remote control and lowered the volume on the television. I listened to the shower, which was a little louder now. Some of the raindrops were rolling down the glass window panels, others were broken by the sill; I could hear their demise through the slightly cracked window.

I closed my eyes and slowly brought a hand to my crotch to rub the damp spot. Conveniently, my cotton pajamas are old and have a hole in the seam of the crotch, so I made use of it. I dipped a finger in and out of my sappy opening. I could feel my clitoris harden, and I pulled up a little on the loose-fitting pajama pants so that the hole was now over my love button. With the rhythm of the rain tapping against the window, I used my wet fingertip, plus another, to tap against my swollen clitoris. That special part of my pussy Is super-sensitive, and it didn’t take long before I brought myself to a quaking orgasm.

Sex is much better. I think, when my lover. Ray, joins me. He was at home one day when there was a thunderstorm warning In effect. He knows all about my preoccupation with the rain, so when we heard the warning broadcast, we just smiled at each other. We hadn’t had a good thunderstorm for a while.

Ray said, “Let’s try something different this time-like the balcony.”

“Out in the rain?” I said, like he had temporarily lost his senses. I must admit. though, that his suggestion did appeal to me. I had never thought of actually having sex out in the rain. My only concern was that it could be dangerous, what with the lightning and all, but Ray said we’d just go out for a quickie. Convinced, I stripped naked, and Ray did the same. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was eerily overcast, and the darkish clouds looked as though they would open up at any moment.

I followed Ray out onto the balcony. We saw a couple of people rushing for shelter on the path below. Ray grabbed me by the waist and jammed his tongue into my mouth. He gets so turned on by my reaction to the rain. Never am I so horny as when it’s raining.

All of a sudden, it started to pour. I jumped when the cold rain hit my naked body, but Ray grabbed me even tighter. As we continued to kiss, I listened intently to the steady beat of the rain. It splashed on our heads and shoulders and pecked at our metal balcony railing and wood floor; it brushed the swaying, thirsty leaves of the trees. The sound of each and every drop made my pussy tingle with delight.

Ray lowered me into a wet lounge chair, where I spread my legs wide and begged him to fuck me. I was so unbelievably hot. Ray, still standing, told me to get my pussy ready for him. I knew what that meant. I spread my lips apart with one hand and inserted a finger of the other into my hot pussy. I gasped and told him how good it felt, but that his big, hard cock would fill me up much better. He let me finger myself for a while longer before succumbing to my invitation.

First, he brought his wet and throbbing erection over to my mouth, and I slurped it in. At the same time, I ran my fingers through his drenched pubic mass. I sucked Ray’s cock hard until I thought he was about to come, then eased up because I wanted him to explode in my pussy. At my urging, he pulled out and mounted me.

I wrapped my legs around my lover’s slippery back, and he cut into me like a jigsaw. Ray did, indeed, fill me up, and his heavy balls slapped against me with each fast and furious thrust. It felt like we were animals fucking in the middle of a rain forest!

When I started getting close, a strong gust of wind blew our way, bringing with it a rush of rain that smacked into us. The sound of it hitting the shingles was thunder without the thunder, and I came, releasing my pent-up energy with the smokey-gray sky. Ray was next, shooting his load deep inside my slick pussy.

We knew it was time to get out of there after I saw a bolt of lightning in the distance. We hurried inside to safety, where we watched and listened to the rain drench our neighborhood. It even hailed briefly, and the drops became falling BBs rapping against the glass. Thunder and lightning filled the gloomy sky, inspiring us to fuck for another hour, until the storm blew past. By the time it was over, I had broken my record for thunderous orgasms in one rainstorm.

Ray and I are now in the process of planning a trip to the Caribbean. Wouldn’t you know, it’s rainy season!