By Hope


This is a finished story.

The shower was scalding against his bare skin as the two of them forcefully stepped underneath the water. Their tongues glided together, hands running over bare flesh, the water blending the two bodies together. Erotic passion overflowed the two strangers, there in the rickety old bathroom in the tiny motel that was only seen when two passionate strangers collided in the rainstorm.

Outside the shower the roof leaked, leaving puddles on the floor from the outside rain, and here and there a bug crawled its way over the surface. Neither of them knew what was going on, besides the scalding hot shower and the dripping ice-cold rain. They found themselves as one, emitting deep screams of passion as their mouths found flesh and bit into it.

She was nineteen, he twenty-one. They'd met only a half hour before when their cars collided in the night's rain. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and they were lucky to find a room before they gave up and made passionate love outside in the mud. He didn't like the rain but she did. He overruled her and they found this place, leaving her car�the more damaged of the two�on the road a mile off.

"Oh, take me�" she whispered, her voice husky. She couldn't even scream his name because she didn't know it. They didn't know each other, didn't even try to ask any questions before the burning desire crept up. Here they were now, making love under the scalding hot shower and ice-cold rain.

He had a girlfriend. She had a boyfriend. Both of those people were as far away as possible from their minds. They concentrated on each other, on the love they were making, and the screams that were escaping their mouths as they continued on a descent to ecstasy. Neither had ever done something like this before. The whole concept of raw, animal sex with a complete stranger (who had done lots of damage to their car, mind you) was foreign.

The shower turned off and they looked at each other, chests heaving, gasping for air. Sudden memory came crashing down, and he was the first to move. She didn't seem to care as he grabbed a towel and dried himself off before putting his clothes back on.

"So what's your name, anyway?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Ike."


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