The first fat rain drop landed in the potato salad, making a dime-shaped dent in the mayonnaise. Then the sky opened up, sending eight campers scrambling for cover in the cook tent.
"Shit!" Micah, my boyfriend, shouted. He was practically bent in half, trying to fit his six-four frame under the low canopy. "Now what do we do?"
Julie looked at me and winked.
"Wet t-shirt contest!" she shouted, dancing back out into the down-pour.
I ran out behind her, feeling the rain instantly plaster the thin cotton of my t-shirt to my body. I could hear Jenna and Lisa giggling as they ran out behind me. We threw our heads back, laughing as the drops fell into our mouths and eyes.
"Come on!" I called to the boys, who were still huddled in the shelter of the cook tent.
"I'm good, Amy," Micah called out.
I spin around, showing him how see-through my little pink shirt was. "Are you sure?"
Julie sashayed over, her own tank top a clear as mine. Neither of us was wearing anything underneath. She slid an arm around my waist, and we stood laughing as the boys gawked.
"Come out and play with us," she teased. Now Lisa slid up on my right side, showing off her own soaking body.
Micah shrugged, ducking as he headed out to meet us.
"You girls are crazy!" he shouted.
I stood on my tip-toes, pressing my wet chest against his, and kissed him. "Glad you could join us," I told him.
He grinned and looked down at my glistening cleavage.
"Me too."
I laughed as he picked me up, and we danced in the rain as Julie twirled around us.
"But wouldn't you have more fun getting dry again?" I asked.
Micah's gaze shifted for a minute towards our tent, and I could see the lusty light bulb go on inside his mind. He started across the campsite, still carrying me around the waist. I laughed and waved at the girls.
When he put me down to open the tent doors, I was already pawing at his soaking t-shirt, running my hands over his slick, muscled body.
"After you," he offered, standing up and gesturing me to climb in.
I knew he just wanted a look at my ass as I climbed in, with my wet shorts clinging to each curve. So, despite the rain, I took my time taking my shoes off and climbing in. After all, we were about to get out of these wet clothes anyway.
Micah grabbed me as I was crawling in, grinding his hips into my ass. He was rock hard.
"Get in," I said.
He growled and let me go long enough to fling off his own shoes.
"The door," I reminded him as he rounded on me, ready to pounce.
"Fuck it," he replied, fighting with the zipper. "They'll all be doing the same thing anyway."
I laughed. "I was more concerned by the rain."
Micah launched himself across the small space of our tent, landing on the air mattress with a bounce.
"Mmmm," he said as he straddled my hips, running his hands over my wet stomach.
"I like it when you're wet," he grunted.
"Then you are really going to like me right now," I promised.
His hand slid over my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my jeans and down between my thighs.
"I think I love you," he joked, pressing his fingers against my slippery clit.
I moaned, involuntarily pressing down against him. He grabbed my breast, squeezing as he rubbed my nipple with his thumb.
I undid my own zipper, giving him greater access to my now throbbing cunt. I needed him to touch me harder, and deeper.
He laughed, full of self-satisfaction.
"Just fuck me with those fingers already," I ordered, working on his zipper.
He obeyed, sinking three fingers deep inside me. I shook with pleasure, gasping as I fell back. Micah pushed my wet top up over my breasts with his other hand, exposing my already taught nipples to the cooling night air. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving up towards Micah as he worked his fingers in and out of me. His thumb was slowly teasing my clit, working just beyond the sweet spot so I wouldn't come too quickly.
"Fuck," I whispered, my nipples aching, my entire stomach pebbled with gooseflesh.
He lowered his head to my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked out against it, sending another frisson of pleasure through my body. My hands went up, pulling on his hair, my hips starting to buck against his pumping fingers. I closed my eyes, taking in the sensation.
He had moved around beside me now, kneeling on the tent floor. He took both my hands, and with little resistance pinned my arms above my head.
It was more than I could take. His tongue worked over my nipple, even as his lips were sucking, or letting in just a whip of cold air, which made me shiver again and again. My legs spreading wider and wider apart as I thrust against his thumb. His baby finger had found its way to my asshole, which was wet, and was gently massaging it. Every inch of my body was taught and teased. The pressure was building towards an intensity that scared and excited me.
I was panting, my foot finding purchase against the inside of his thigh. I was now spread wide open, and I looked down between them to watch Micah's hand pumping in and out of me.
"Oh ... shi...," I whispered, my back lifting right off the air mattress as I bucked against the pleasure of the orgasm that was rolling over my body.
"Yeah baby, come all over me," he whispered, still reaching deep with in me. Quickly he bent down and licked my clit, and I dug into the mattress, hands free again but unable to do anything else.
"Fuck me!" I cried out. "Now!"
He pulled down his boxers, sending his rock hard dick thwacking against his stomach.
"Yes. I want it," I told him, planting my feet on his hips, letting them slip around him as he entered me.
He leaned in and kissed me hard. Again, my hands went to his hair, and this time, there was no prying them off. I pulled him into me, kissing him just as hard, wanting to devour each other.
We rolled over, and I sat up, riding him. It was now pouring out; the quick drumming of the rain provided a vigorous rhythm by which to fuck. I reached around behind me, between his spread legs, and began to massage his choda as we rocked. The fingers of my other hand were digging into his inner thigh, half for support, and half in an effort to stave off my second orgasm.
Micah began to moan. He was whispering, "Yeah, yeah" over and over again, slowly and with obvious pleasure. He would come any second.
Above us, the sky split open and it was bright as day as lightening struck the tree on our campsite. The clap of thunder was deafening, and hid the shuddering moan Micah made as he exploded inside me.
In the seconds that followed, it was eerily quiet, save for the rain and Micah's breathing.
"Amazing," he whispered.
Originally published August 2007 - "One, Two, Orgy!"