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It was a rainy night in Beirut. I was sitting on the 21st floor balcony of our hotel room playing my guitar… and Rania was lying naked on the floor inside absorbing the cool night air as it flowed in through the open sliding glass door. She was gyrating to the seductive sounds emanating from my guitar. At first, I didn’t notice her, for I was lost in the music and the harmony of it blending with the sound of the rain. We hadn’t said a word to each other for at least forty-five minutes. And yet, we were totally connected to each other by listening to the sensual music and to the rhythm of the rain as it fell onto the rooftop above and the water as it poured over the eaves onto the balcony floor below it.

It was truly a magical moment, as though it were a dream.

Rania was one of the only women that I’d ever met who didn’t talk too much. She appreciated the silence as much as I did. But when she spoke; she spoke in the language of seduction and passion. She was fluent in the language of the senses. But what she was about to say to me, and that magical evening in that now peaceful city of Beirut… I shall never forget.

As I gazed up from my guitar, I could see Rania pull her knees up towards her chest, spread her legs and place her right hand between her heavenly thighs and the left hand over her right breast. She began to rub her shaven peach with the right hand, while squeezing the right breast with her left. Her movements were all choreographed impeccably to the rhythm of the moment. As I witnessed this, I too began to play as though I were playing her body. Each pluck of a note was, a well-placed touch on her undulating body, each strum a caress of her soft white buttocks. My momentum, at first, was slow and teasing… as though I was trying to kiss her breasts, softly rub her buttocks and tease her pussy with the head of my cock.

Rania got up and walked out onto the balcony. She stood below the consistent flow of water pouring down onto it. I watched the water cascading down over her head and down over her shoulders and then run down her back; it flowed down between her ass cheeks and streamed down her legs. My playing became more urgent but still controlled and fluid. I could tell that she was getting more excited as I was getting more excited. It took everything that I had to continue to play and not go over to her and take her then and there. But I didn’t.

Rania turned around to face me; she leaned back so that her face was beneath the water’s flow and stuck both hands between her now parted thighs and began to rub herself again.
She slid down into a squatted position – which opened her thighs wider and she began to rub her clit with one hand and penetrate herself with the other. I began to play long bended notes, each one crying out for her, beckoning to her… but encouraging her on.
She held her right hand up to her mouth and lubricated three fingers with saliva and then continued to rub herself and finger-fuck herself. My playing became more urgent; now playing chords and picking notes out of them as if they were my tongue upon her clit, my lips upon her breasts, my hands upon her generous ass. My cock was throbbing and I was ready to take her. But I didn’t.

Rania stood up again and turned her back to me. She placed one hand on the balcony railing and the other between her legs and continued to rub herself. Now her beautiful wet ass was taunting me and the water again flowed down between her cheeks. Her wild hair was soaked and at that moment I thought that the world would orgasm and that a sudden torrent of water would suddenly pour down in sheets of orgasmic splendor. But I stopped playing and began to listen to her moans and to the sound her wet peach was making as she penetrated herself in and out. I stood up and ripped off my shirt, pulled down my pants and underwear.

I stepped out of them, walked over to her and stood behind her and pressed my stiffness against her buttocks. I pulled her head back towards me and began to kiss her neck and tongue her ear.
I licked down the stream of water running down her back and traced its path between her heavenly mounds of ass flesh. I lingered there and reveled in her scented garden and opened her up with my mouth and inserted my tongue into her eager orifice. I buried my face there and rimmed her with a passion that can only be described as ravenous.

Rania responded by reaching back and pressing my face deeper into her ass and rubbing my face in it. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her even harder onto my face as I continued to penetrate her with my tongue and gently bite her ass cheeks.

“Fuck me Osiris,” she said in a pleading voice.

I stood up and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close and asked, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please! Fuck me now!”

I took my swollen cock and placed it right at the opening of her anus and began to tease it with the tip. Rubbing it up and down, pushing in just a little and then pulling it way. I rubbed it around her wet pussy and massaged her clit with the head of it - all the while, not allowing too much of its length to enter her. She began to moan and whine. But I didn’t stop teasing her. I turned her around and told her to hold on tight to me.
I instructed her to put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up onto the railing and spread her legs. I stood right in front of her and rubbed my cock around the opening of her now impatient pussy, and with a sudden lurch forward slid my cock all the way into her as deeply as it would go with ease.

Rania was surprised at the suddenness and force of my insertion and she almost let go. We were, after all, 21 stories high and if she had let go she would have fallen to her death. I don’t know which turned me on more the act of taking her there in the rain and her divine seduction or the unquestionable trust she placed in me. But, to this day, I have never felt such passion. And to this day, I have never loved another as I loved her at that moment. We were both piqued by the passion of the moment and the danger that it had brought us to and not long after I had begun to fuck her with force, she came like that avalanche of water that nature withheld and as she did, she bit my lip. She bit it so hard that it started bleeding and we began to kiss with my blood commingling in our mouths.
We pressed our mouths together as if it were the last time that we would ever kiss again and then I blew. I pulled her off the railing and held her up over my phallus as I bounced her up and down onto it - impaling her with every decent. We continued to kiss until we were spent. And then we lay down on the balcony floor together and began to talk and laugh there for hours. We couldn’t stop talking. It was as though our words were now the rain and it continued to rain all night and into the next morning.

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