I could feel the heat the moment I walked into the room. He was hot for sex with a tranny and he had made it clear that I would be getting his massive cock all night long. I was trembling with excitement when I saw that it was all true. I could tell from the bulge in his khakis that he wasn’t lying. It had been pouring rain all night but that didn’t dampen the tension between us. Several drinks later and we were all over each other. His hands slid under my skirt, groping my shaft and fondling my fine tits. The other bar patrons watched us with amusement and jealousy. I bet more than a few were stroking under the bar. Finally, we could take no more and we ran, giggling, out into the downpour.
The summer rain soaked us to the skin, not cooling our ardor one bit. I made it to the car first and climbed on the hood, spreading my legs, beckoning him. He didn’t waste a minute, pushing me back, lifting my legs and pushing that thick fuck stick into my boy-pussy. We had that old car bouncing as he howled in glee up into the rain, his jet stream of cum filling me inside. Afterward, we stood in the rain as the water washed the leftover cum down my thighs and onto the pavement. Summer storms make me so hard!!!