Untamed

Soothing, black silk pressed against the frame of my legs that were idly rested on the edge of a table. The fabric clung to my skin as the water on my skin made its dance down the descent of my legs, as if to hypnotise the fabric, entice it with is fluid, sensual movements. I reclined back in the aftermath as my hair rested messily on the edges of my shoulders, falling over each edge in its own manner; water ran in droplets from the ends, creating its own, personal, unsynchronised pattern. Polyester and cotton quickly absorbed each offering from not only my skin, but also my hair.

A deep rumble and a hot flash from the sky was all that were needed to entice me into its seduction; a few more moments later and I had already made my move, descending four flights of stairs. Left foot stepping eagerly onto the pavement that waited at the bottom, the right following suit instantly after; the very first part of my body which touched the Earth had already begun singing its song. Onwards they led me, not by command from my mind; it was the other way around. The message came from my muscles, my flesh and they teased the mind, tempted it to follow them. They took lead and I was only too happy to be in their wake.

Pooled collections of water spread themselves gloriously against the hard, black road as two nearby street lights shined down dimly, one white, one orange, the water flickering in their colours. That song spread its way through to the rest of my body and soon I had begun singing the same song as my feet. I blissfully pressed a foot hungrily into the gathered water, forcing pieces of liquid flying in every direction away from the pressure of skin clapping down to the ground. My lips formed themselves into a smile, before quickly shifting to a wicked grin, casting my head upward to the sky and spinning once on the spot.

Thundering low sounds from above met my song and my feet once again took command, with me obeying its instructions. Meters of black road come and went under the soles; I elected not to walk on the side of the road, but instead down the middle. Once again I looked toward the sky, my eyes searching the dark purple haze; that sky responded to me almost immediately as rain tore through the air, pelting itself against me and everything else that stood under it. We spoke to each other, heavens and I, in a language that only we together understood; only we together could ever speak.

Quickened water rushed down the slope of the hill, racing toward the bottom where it would once again pool at the lowest point. Each millimetre of water screaming across the bare skin of my feet, flooding under that flat of my foot with every step I began to take. I walked slowly, my hands in the tight pockets of my skirt which was hastily lapping up the rain which soaked me. My skirt showed very little compassion as it greedily kept the water within its structure of closely threaded material; it wanted to speak to me just like the foreboding clouds above.

Speak it did, joining forces with the weather as it mercilessly clung to the inside of my thighs, hugging unforgivingly at my crotch before giving way and infiltrating the dryness of my panties. Warm water pooled comfortably between my legs, my shirt supplying its own amount of collected storm to add to my skirts cause. Not one single inch of me had been spared the luxury of being dry, but I knew that I hadn’t followed my feet just to be dry. We sang together, still, with unabated harmony and with no splash of rain going undisturbed by the impulsive kicking and stomping.

Finally the heavens reached their peak, responding to me with an even heavier downpour, lower, longer rumbles and intense strikes of blinding purple scorching across the sky. Each deafening clap of thunder was met with an even more impressive, purely random and beautifully orchestrated lightning that illuminated everything in its tint of colour. At first it was the heavens which had tempted and teased my desires but now it was me tempting and teasing its own desires.

I roamed the grounds, a sense of power washing through me and seeping into every part of me I had. No one was able to meet the same platform that I were on, and everything felt utterly in my control; the feeling intensifying every time I glided my hand firmly, smoothly across the wet, metal bodies of stranger vehicles. Their expensive machine felt like a pristine play-toy, and I had not one single care in the world. I had played with the atmosphere enough, as I felt the gentle soothing of rain progressing to a soft sprinkle on my skin. It had fallen silent, perhaps resting in its own climax.

I looked up again, smiling and saying directly to the looming clouds, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Finally, my feet had begun to end their dance, stop singing their song and I stop for a moment, in the darkness and stand. For those moments, I wanted him to be there right beside me, and feel it all, share it all with me.