His scent is in the RAIN - 2

It was the 7th wedding anniversary of Amaya and Alphy. Majority of couples welcome their wedding anniversary with great compassion and joy. Amaya worried more and more as each anniversary passed because they added one more year for their waiting for a child. Amaya got tired of her life. Every month she will wait for becoming a mother. She counted each days, calculated her time of ovulation and tried for a baby. The couples tried every advanced medical facilities but nothing worked for them. Amaya turned healthy in all test, but Alphy's semen quality was much low to make her pregnant. Alphy did as much as he can to improve his fertility. But all proved to be no use.

Doctors still hoped for the results. But Amaya felt she could no longer hold herself from becoming a mom. She decided to become a mom by sperm reception. She secretly spoke this to her gynaecologist but for this the doctor asked Alphy's permission to start the procedure. She thought Alphy will never agree for accepting sperm from a donor. Amaya became disappointed. She spoke to no one. Alphy too felt less interested in sex because for them sex was like a hard work which gives no results. Both of them went for work in daytime and slept in a single bed without bothering each other.

It was a rainy day evening. Amaya parked her car near the vegetable market. As she started walking the rain started to burst. She felt a relief from loads as the water passed her face to her body. After many years that dreaming girl seems appearing in her. She felt herself beautiful when she realised many people fixing their eyes in her breast. She continued walking and shopping.

Amaya stopped when she find two eyes with long eyelashes and joined eyebrows starring at her with wonder. It was Peter. He ran to her through the rain, brushed his think dripping hair with his hands and said with a smile, "What a surprise, Amaya, I cant believe you are here in front of me. How you are here?"  Amaya was confused by the sudden encounter. She felt very difficult to handle the situation and to answer Peter. Anyhow she gained some strength and asked, " Hey Peter, nice to see you here. My husband and me lives in this town." The cool wind was just blowing from his side towards Amaya. It brought his scent mixed with raindrops to her nose. Once again she enjoyed his sweet aroma. Her eyes filled with tears of joy, which was washed by the rain falling on her face.

They talked more, walked together in the rain and purchased vegetables. Amaya noticed Peter was grown to the most handsome man with wide chest which seems to be inviting her for a hug. She read his interest towards her from his eyes. He said his house was near that market. He was working as a data analyst in a software company of that town. His wife with kids stays in another town for her job convenience. Amaya figured that he is a complete family man now. She cursed herself for rejecting his request for love. Peter told her," You looks more beautiful now. You know it is my lifetime nostalgia, that is watching you through the raindrops." Amaya felt like a complete lady once more. Her goosebumps raised and her nipples hardened. She felt her hot honey flowing as she heard his compliments. "Thanks for the compliments Peter", she told without looking straight to his eyes. Peter provided his visiting card to Amaya asked hers. She was happy to give her contact to him. Hiding strong emotions for each other they parted for that day.

As the night came Amaya hardly felt that she is sleepy. It was such a cold rainy night that she loved to dream about Peter by hearing the erotic music of the rain. Her heart was beating with the rhythm of the rain and she was looking in her phone for a notification from Peter. After sometime she thought she should take the first move. She planned to get physically connected to this handsome man and he could make an end to her waiting for a baby. Becoming the mother of the guy who loves her is far better from getting semen from an unknown donor. She decided to call him and took the phone. Suddenly for her surprise, she received a message from Peter. She with raising heartbeat read his message. It said, "Thinking of you. Can we meet in the market tomorrow." She forget herself that moment with joy. Happiness was overflowing from her. She deleted his message suddenly after giving him a positive reply.

Thunderstorm and rain made that day like night. Amaya took half-day leave from her office and went to the meeting point decided by Peter. From there Peter got to her car and guided to his house. Amaya felt she is entering a royal palace while getting into Peter's house. When looking around she felt Peter gripping her curvy stomach from behind. He kissed her neck and said,"This time I will not ask your permission. Let me do anything on you. Never ask me to stop. Never ever." She could hardly find a reply for this. She turned to him and hugged back as a reply. Rain was showering at its peak outside. She pressed her head to his wide chest and heavily inhaled the maximum scent of him into her. She could hardly grasp his full body because of his huge size. She felt all his strength squeezing her body and without delay he took her to his shoulder and walked to his bedroom.

The bedroom was arranged lovely with roses and lilies. Peter made her lay on the beautifully maintained bed. "Say it, that you love me and Iam all yours, I love to hear it from you now." Peter whispered in Amaya's ear. His tongue darted out and licked along her earlobe. She didn’t understand why she felt so hard to talk!, "I love you Peter. I really need your help." Say it, sweetie, What you want from me." "I want a baby Peter, and I need it from you." He leaned in and give a soft, gentle and warm kiss in her eyes." I will grant your wish in the most pleasing way my lady".

Peter unzipped his pants and crawled on the bed beside her. His tongue feathered over her lips and he gently started rubbing her breast. He wanted to take things very slowly, he wanted to enjoy her every bit, for this was a dream come true moments and he wanted to enjoy her to the utmost. Peter was looking perfect in his undies. She was becoming hot with his smooth kisses. He pulled her hands up, start unbuttoning her clothes and shrugged it off her shoulders.

"Jesus Christ, you are an awesome beauty!!", he cant believe this unimaginably beautiful lady lying seduced just for him. He hugged her whole body with an urge and started caring her breast.  A new flood of wetness coated her panties as he started rubbing her nipples. Peter cant control himself from seeing her beautiful , bare, soft boobs, so he unclasped her bra, then pushed the straps off her shoulders. With a newfound boldness, he started licking her nipples. He knew what she wanted and he was ready to give it in the most romantic and wild way. His rough hands explored her body, stroking and caressing her private parts. He could see and feel her going wild with ecstasy. The moans and groans that escaped her lips, had made him harder than ever before. He went down her crotch,dipped his fingers into her wetness and teased her clit. He wiggled then back and forth inside her crotch. With newfound boldness, her lips parted. She licked her bottom lip and let his tongue slowly slide across it. He teased her as much as he can by tough fucking her. He then removed his tongue and watched her hole opening and closing in a hurry to welcome a dick.

 "Fuck me now, I cant hold myself, I want your dick inside me." She screamed. "Not so fast baby. I want to feel your sweet mouth around my dick." Amaya opened her mouth for his dick. He raised himself off the bed, positioned himself in a six-nine position over her and stroked his cock in front of her mouth. Amaya took his huge, hard shaft in her hands and sucked as best as she could. She took his huge cock inside her as much as she could without chocking herself. She sucked him hard, tasting his precum. She could tell he was about to come soon by the tightening she could feel in his balls as she stroked them. Peter thrusted his cock hard into her mouth and she tasted the first squirts of his hot load. He was rubbing vigorously on her clit and thrusting her asshole at the same time. Then he jumped all in a sudden and pushed his cock inside her vagina, giving amazing hard strokes. She never felt such a huge cock inside her. It was thrusting her so hardly. She urinated unknowingly by his strokes as she came. He pushed some more to release his load.

It was a wild sex day for both of them. They continued their wild sex and the very next month Amaya found out she was pregnant.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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His scent is in the RAIN - 1

It was an evening of  a wonderful rainy season. Cold wind was blowing through the windows of my classroom. It looked more dark than usual because of the thick black clouds. It was a boring anatomy class. The cool wind was taking my soul to blew and dance with the trees outside. The trees was in a hurry to hug the rain drops. 

AMAYAAAAA..... What are you doing there? You sleepy girl, you are coming to the college just for dreaming. Now you stop dreaming and just listen here understooddddd.....

      The boring bald professor was shouting like ghost in the horror movies. I felt ashamed and told, "Iam sorry sir." The boy sitting near me whispered, "Amaya, the dream girl".

      When the class was over I waited outside the campus with my bicycle for my friends to join me. My friends were my neighbours  and they all studied the chemistry stream. I hated chemistry and always loved zoology. So I joined the zoology stream. We usually went through the main road but as that was a rainy day we chose to drive through the shortcut. The shortcut was a small road passing aside the palm field.  Usually we have to ride 10 minutes to reach our home through the shortcut.  When we reached the palm field it just started to rain. The boys were playing football on the bare land nearby. We girls stopped there to wear our raincoats. While I was hurrying to open my raincoat a boy just ran near me from the playground and asked, "Hey are you the girl of 207 Ruben Saga" ? Actually that was my house name, so without thinking, I answered yes. He brushed his dripping hair with his hands, smiled at me and said, " Glad to meet you, Iam Peter, your new neighbour." I replied , "hai, Iam Amaya." He smiled at me and ran away.

      The wind was just blowing from his side towards me. The cold spray of rain mixed with his scent brushed my face. It was the most romantic aroma I have ever breathed. I felt he was plucking something from my heart and ran away because my chest was feeling a sweet pain from that moment. My friends said, "That boy is so handsome. You are very lucky to have him as your neighbour."

      Peter was a tall, slim and handsome boy. He has joined eyebrows and long eyelashes. He has long pointy nose. May be its because of his long eyelashes his looks was just hitting like the tip of a knife. His house was the second house behind mine. If I looked through the corner window of my upstairs I would barely see his house. It was my new hobby to watch secretly through the window to collect more details of him. I peeped through that window and find out he had a motorbike. Whenever it rained, the smell of the soil remained me of his body scent. 

      After the first meeting we accidentally met at many places. I was unable stop blushing whenever he looked at me. We talked randomly and we exchanged our phone numbers. We rarely talked at phone. He was just like a good friend. Slowly he started sending messages to my number. I looked eagerly for his messages but didn't replied much. 

      

      During this time my exams came. I was paying less attention to him and was busy with my studies. He continued sending messages mostly jokes. After finishing my last exam, I reached my home, felt exhausted and slept in my bed. I woke up by hearing the sound of thunder. I suddenly woke up and checked my phone. There was 3 missed calls from Peter. I called him back. He said, "Amaya, just look through the window of your bedroom. Please. Iam waiting here just to see you." I wondered and checked myself in the mirror. I combed my hair with my hands and immediately looked through my window. It was raining outside and Peter was sitting on his motorbike and looking upon my window from the opposite side of the road. I was mesmerised by the awesome sight. The wind blew through the windows and I could smell his body scent again.

      My phone rang,"Thanks for coming near the window. You looks beautiful through the rain. I want to stay here for ever and look you like this." My goosebumps raised as I heard his voice. I couldn't say anything. I could just enjoy those wonderful moments. From that day I just waited to hear from him that he loved me. 

   

      Two or three days after that I was running to the kitchen, I happened to hear the conversation between my neighbour aunt and my mom. When I heard them saying Peter, I hide outside the kitchen to hear their talk. "That boy is so handsome and cunning. Heard he is flattering many girls nearby. My daughter complained to me when he started to disturb her beyond the limits. So my husband warned him to not disturb our daughter again." My heart was broken to pieces by hearing this news. I understood he is a flatterer who is loving many girls at a time.
     
      I started hating Peter from that day. I didn't replied to his messages. I avoided him as that as I can. He told me his love. I thought he was flattering. He started sending me thousands of messages everyday. The more he tried to love me, the more I began to hate him. He looked confused in my sudden change. He looked liked a broken lover. I thought all these as his acting. Peter asked what was the reason for my sudden change. For avoiding him I told I love another boy of my college.

      That time a boy from my college came and said his love for me. For escaping from Peter I suddenly accepted his request. We dated for some years and then got married. I moved to another town with my husband. Once my mom told that Peter has married. After that for many years I didn't heard anything about Peter. I tried to forget him. But in every rainy season, when the smell of soil reached my nose, I could smell Peters scent again and again. I thought this rain will never allow me to forget Peter.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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