Da Rain Dancin'

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, or have any connection to, Warner Bros., "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, or any persons or companies connected with the movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I borrowed the title of this story from a Scottish Country dance, which is one of my favorites, of the same name. For those of you who may be familiar with Scottish Country dancing, the dance "Da Rain Dancin'" is an intensely energetic reel with music that just seems to carry one along through the dance and leaves one breathless - and satisfied - afterwards. I feel that this is an apt description of what goes on in this story, which is another of my horny porn-without-plot numbers. Sometimes it's the hot, hard quickie that just hits the spot...

A tip of the top hat to Dan Savage, who pens a sex advice column called Savage Love (which appears in publications such as the Chicago Reader) for the phrase, "Good, game, and giving," or as he calls it for short, "GGG."

It was a hot summer night and, oh yeah, it was a dark and stormy night, too. It was also the perfect night to spend with a good, game and giving friend with benefits such as Willy Wonka.

As the storm raged outside of the candyman's bedroom, the urgency of our fully clothed foreplay seemed to intensify with the pounding of the raindrops against the windows, along with the thunder and lightning. As I lay beneath him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed myself into him. I could feel his pre-come moisture through the soft gold paisley lounging pajamas he wore that night. I writhed against him, feeling his hard manhood grazing my clit through the thin layers of fabric we were (still) wearing. We kissed each other hotly, roughly almost, our breathing ragged and heavy.

Just when I thought I would start ripping his pajama pants off of him, Willy broke mouth-to-mouth contact and looked at me with his signature child-like grin. "Hey, why don't we go outside and finish this in the rain? It would be just great to get really, really wet!"

The idea of hot, fuck-our-lights-out sex with Willy Wonka in the pouring rain was turning me on something fierce, but I was wondering where we could go to get wild in the rain.

"I love it!" I said, "But wouldn't someone see us?" I couldn't help but think of the merciless ribbing I'd get from my friends down at El Jardin Café, the little Mexican bar restaurant in the neighborhood where a group of us hung out, drank Margaritas and shot the breeze on some Saturday afternoons.

Willy giggled like a breathless kid with a secret, "I have a super special place on the roof we could go to." He rolled me over to the edge of his huge, king-sized bed, pulling me over on top of him and pressing his hardness into my pubic mound while holding onto my ass. "Come on, let's boogie!" he exclaimed with a grin. He then rolled me over onto my back long enough to stand up and pull me up onto my feet. Willy led me over to the other side of his room, where the great glass elevator was waiting. After we got in, he pressed the button marked "Up On The Roof," and the elevator sped upward, then lurched sideways, throwing Willy's body into mine.

We continued where we left off and resumed our heated make-out session. As much as I wanted to pull him down onto the floor of the elevator and fuck him right then and there, the idea of fucking the wits out of Willy Wonka in the pouring rain was really making me wet and steamy.

The elevator soon arrived at its destination on the roof of the factory. The rain pelted the elevator in driving sheets as the lightning flashed in the distant sky beyond the chocolate factory. A clap of thunder reverberated through the elevator.

Before Willy pressed the button to open the door, he pushed me against the side of the elevator and grabbed my wrists, pulling them up over my head. He pressed his mouth and body against mine and grinded himself into me as though giving me a preview of things to come. I moaned appreciatively and writhed against him as our tongues tangled in a hot, sensual kiss. I could feel parts of my body throbbing with anticipation already.

When the elevator door opened, we dashed out into the pouring rain, feeling our thin clothes beginning to cling to our bodies. After the elevator door closed behind us, Willy pushed me up against the elevator door. When he bit down gently on my neck and rubbed my nipples through my thin top (I had not bothered to wear a bra that day), I gasped and laced my fingers through his wet hair, pulling him into me as the rain continued to soak us.

Willy Wonka continued to work my hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers. As much as being touched by him while he wore his purple latex gloves was a turn on, I was enjoying the feeling of his bare hands on me tonight. His violet eyes met my gaze intently as my hands explored his body through his wet pajamas just before his mouth covered mine in another hot, steamy kiss.

I reached up and encircled his shoulders as Willy reached down and grasped my buttocks, pulling me into his hard cock so that I could feel him poking through our rain-soaked clothes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto him tightly as he carried me over to a nearby leather-covered reclining couch and place me down onto it. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him fiercely, lacing my fingers through his wet hair as Willy positioned himself between my legs. I moaned when I felt him almost enter me through our wet clothes as I grinded against his crotch so that his erection kept grazing my clit.

We continued to kiss and writhe against each other with increasing urgency as the storm raged on. When we thought we could wait no longer, we fumbled to move my wet skirt and his pajama pants out of the way amid our heavy breathing and groans (I had dispensed with my panties long before down in Willy's bedroom).

I finally felt Willy's hard cock slide into my wet pussy as I let out a moan and arched my body into him. I reached under his wet pajama top and clung to his smooth back, feeling the rain against my face as I dug my nails into his back and opened my legs wider so that his pelvic area grinded against my clit just right as he plunged in and out of me. A flash of lightning played its light across Willy's face, and I caught sight of his violet eyes, which seemed to be deepening in color as we fucked each other with increasing ferocity. Wet skin slapped together, and our moans and growls were becoming more and more primal with each thrust. I could feel my body start to tremble as I got closer to orgasm, and I worked my hips faster against Willy's thrusts when I knew I was right there on the edge of it. When I felt the familiar white-hot heat explode through my center, I raked my nails across Willy's back and let out a long, almost cat-like yowl as I came. Willy sank his teeth into my neck as he came soon afterward, biting down hard on my neck and thrusting deeply into me.

We lay there panting and not daring to move while we waited for our breathing to return to normal and just let the warm rain wash over us.

"Mmmmm..." I practically purred as Willy slowly pulled himself out of me, "That was scrumptious!"

"Glad I thought of it!" Willy Wonka exclaimed with his familiar little-kid grin. I smacked him playfully with my flat hand against his back, then suddenly thought of my having almost shredded him to ribbons just minutes before and gasped, "Oh my God! I almost ripped your back to shreds, didn't I?"

"Well, I can't say that I minded!" Willy said with a sly smile. We weren't about to move very quickly any time soon as we just let the raindrops dance across our bodies for the time being...

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