One can only begin to wonder where I possibly got a name such as this for my latest work of eroticism, but if you know me as well as some, you wouldn’t have to submerge yourself in great depths of research or conjecture for too long.

The Okeanides were the Greek Goddesses of clouds and rain. They rose from the fresh water, earth-encircling stream of their father Okeanos, carrying his waters up to the heavens and raining them down upon the earth. Melit?s the cloud-goddess who represents the fresh taste of rain water (the purest spring water was likewise called honey-sweet by the Greeks). Akast?s the cloud-goddess who represents the unpredictable nature of rainfall. Admet? name is derived from admetos (meaning wild or unbroken) and is the cloud-goddess who represents the wild downfalls of rain.

CHAPTER ONE

“The liquid diamonds rain down upon me and after pooling in certain areas, overflowing, they trickle down my sides. In their path, they leave sensitive skin that is gently tickled with the featherlike touch of a thousand angels’ tongues. Delicate parts, once always hidden from natures most tranquil and exquisite act, now are enraptured by hundreds of caressing melodious tips. I feel the orgasm, intense as ever, building deep within my soul. I cannot help but wonder, is it because of his dancing tongue, hungry lips, or gently nibbling teeth on my most sacred and luscious inner place or is it because of the rain that gently smothers my naked body with soft wet kisses”

Oh but how did I arrive at this most incredible junction of my young life Before jumping ahead of myself, allow me to take you back in time, to where all this excitement first began.

As a young girl, dressed in a pretty dress of satiny white lace and matching socks with ruffles that shadowed small white shoes, I found myself more than once in trouble for ruining such elegant attire. Though having all the delicate looks of a collector’s china doll that had escaped and climbed down the shelves that held me, I also had the rambunctious urges normally held within that of a typical young boy. I found it almost impossible to stay out of the fresh puddles that the heaven’s had just painted upon earths thirsty surface. More than once did I see my mother’s disappointed glare as I stood ankles deep in the murky waters that coaxed me and teased me to come in and play.

As a child unlike other children, I would be quite happy, when out playing, to see the summers’ sunny sky turn gray with the ominous clouds of a brewing storm. As my friends gathered up their belongings and raced home, with all attempts to win the race against the oncoming drops of rain, I would welcome it with open arms.

As I grew older, out of childhood and into my early teen years, I noticed a remarkable change within me. The excitement that I had all my life over rain was quite honestly taking on a whole new meaning, one that at first I wasn’t quite sure about, but one that not many years later, I began to understand. I started to love, even more, the feeling of water in general; baths, showers, the pool. I found myself remaining in it for as long as I could whenever time allowed. The simple pleasure of being surrounded by it and having my naked body enveloped and caressed by it, was just magnificent.

As I grew up to become a young lady, it was then that my mind began to envision the pleasure and excitement that water brought to me, especially rain. My mind quite simply became the stage for displaying my inner passions by portraying the love and excitement I had for rain. The wonderful feeling of it massaging my skin, as well as the elegant rhythmic sound it played while tapping on my windows, aroused me like nothing else. Upon that stage, the innocent portrayal gradually changed as did I and soon became an intense fantasy, a fantasy I would live with for many years to come, and one I so many times longed for, to become a reality.

CHAPTER TWO

I arrived home after a night out and feeling rather restless still, even though it is quite late; I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. I figured a nice bubble bath would relax me enough to release me from the grasps of high energy. Heading to my bathroom, I began running the water, placing my hand within its flow to adjust the temperature that would be most comforting. I dropped in some scented oil beads and poured in the bubbles. I then lit a few vanilla scented candles, turned out the lights and went into my bedroom to disrobe.

Upon reentering the bathroom, first I was hit by the romantic glow of the candles, then by their enticing scent. The two sensations added to the overall ambience of the entire room and instantly I felt my body react. I walked up the two steps into my tub and stepped down into the absolute pleasure of my watery haven. As soon as my foot entered the tub, a million tiny bubbles enveloped it. Due to the sudden contrast of the normal air that hugged me and the hot water that grasped my foot, goose bumps quickly encompassed my entire body and my nipples instantly hardened. I sighed loudly and inhaled a deep breath of air.

I inundated myself in the water and its alluring effects quickly surrounded every inch of my nakedness. I lay back and felt the soothing liquid move smoothly up my sides, soon engulfing me completely with its wet heat.

I lay there silently watching the gentle flicker of the candles flames dance against the bathroom walls. I gazed to the stars as I peered out the huge skylights at the clear skies of heaven above me. My mind wondered, as it usually does in this state of total relaxation, to the night’s events, and beyond to what the future ones may hold. I now had my eyes closed and was dreamily thinking of more passionate scenarios. I was thinking of how nice it would be to have someone in here with me, right now, with his naked body pressed up against mine.

I would feel his smooth skin and gently run my fingers across it, anywhere, everywhere that I could touch. I would feel his flaccid cock, pressed up against my thigh, grow erect under the exquisite feeling of itinerant hands; smiling as it throbs. I’d moan ever so quietly as his hands too, caress my skin and work their way gradually, teasingly, toward my more delicate regions.

In the depths of my now overly excited state, my hands gently massage my breasts, pinching the nipples before wandering downwards to the innermost source and reason of my naughty thoughts. Imagining that my hands are his, I run my fingertips up both inner thighs, pressing firmly on each to spread my legs further. I raise my knees slightly, tilting them outwards, to accommodate his mental request.

Now with my legs spread, I creatively build within my mind, his fingers as they approach my sensitive and excited pussy. Very gently I feel them trace around the entire region, before one finds its way to the slit and rubs delicately across the entrance to my sexual being.

I shiver as his finger continues to run up and down the folds of my pussy, swirling around the slippery opening of my desire, and then periodically stopping to caress my button of lust. My clit, now swollen, sends shockwaves throughout my body each time the finger makes contact with it. I move my other hand ever so slowly into action, continuing to pretend it is his. I feel as it gently parts my puffy, wet lips giving instant access to the other hand. Fingers that were gently rubbing instantly find their way to the tight opening and hesitate not at all, to slowly proceed inward. I breathe in heavily as one finger penetrates me, then two. I feel the tightness of my pussy give way ever so slightly to the invading digits before grasping them firmly.

I arch my back, pushing my breasts upward, out of the hot water, into the cooler air as I plunge my fingers, his fingers, deeply inside over and over again. A moan escapes my lips as I feel the deep incursion. I bask in self pleasure as my mind continues to imagine that it is my lovers fingers that are sawing in and out of my pussy at an increased pace. Every so often the fingers stop only to gently rub my swollen nub.

I imagine of what would be next. Would his lips take the place of fingers Would his tongue dance deep within me Or would his hugely swollen cock, unable to refrain any longer, slowly slide inside My mind quickly races past the oral mentation and straight to the thickness of a nice juicy cock. Instinctively my hand goes to my mouth and I suck teasingly on a finger as if my imaginations’ wish came true. Oh how I love to pleasure a man with my mouth”, I think to myself. The feeling of a fat vein-rippled shaft sliding between my tightly clasping lips is exquisite. The nudging of a big bulbous plum-like head up against the back of my throat is even more incredible”. I can almost imagine the delicious taste of his precum as it leaks onto my hungry tongue.

I lay in my hot bath sucking on one finger and being generously fucked by another. My young naughty mind was just about to slowly drift to another incredible contrivance of the two small fingers being two fat cocks instead, both working me over simultaneously. The silence was suddenly broken, however, as was the frenzy of a sexual adventure I was working myself into; but the phone had other plans. The ring startled me and caused my heart to beat faster than it already was beating. Now who could that be at this hour”, I hissed, knowing that I was thrust out of a fantastic sexual journey in an instant. I heard my answering machine kick on but couldn’t make out who it was. Whoever it is, it better be important”, I mumbled. Slowly standing up on trembling legs, I reached for a towel and enjoyed the feeling of the water as it cascaded down my body.

I pressed the play button on the answering machine, Hey gal”, chirped Lisa. Are we still on for tomorrow Call and let me know”. I had planned to have a few friends over to swim in the afternoon as the temperature was supposed to soar well into the nineties. I called and let her know, definitely”. Of course before hanging up I just had to sarcastically let her know of her interposal and of the state I was in when it occurred. She just laughed and half-heartedly apologized.

CHAPTER THREE

I awoke to the euphonious sound of birds chirping and to the imagery of sunbeams permeating into my room . I lay sprawled out naked on top of my satin sheets and thought to myself, good thing no one entered my room or they would see all that I have to offer.” I hopped out of bed , went to the French doors and enthusiastically swung them both open.