Stood in the field, naked but for her wellies, the rain dripped over her body as the storm raged overhead. Her long hair stuck to her face and breasts. She’d never looked more beautiful.
I took her in my arms and kissed her lips in a slippery, sodden embrace, tongues mingling with the rain as we devoured each other.
Our bodies clung together, as we slid to our knees. I laid atop her as she sunk down into the mud. Fingers caressing, our bodies merged against the rain, as the rubber stroked my calves.
Her Wellington Boots full of water.
