deep passion by merrill robinson

THE RAINY RAINY DAY

Savat sat on the dirt floor then leaned on the terra cotta brick wall under the aged wooden deck to light the spliff. He drew on it, inhaling in his Hoover Vacuum way. Like he was playng with a clit. The stanky, skunky, essence of ganja oozed and licked the cozy space before swirling thru the dampened nooks and crannies in the old wood to mix with the steady very early morning rain. The few stray drops that managed to make it's way to his face, chest, thighs, big toe felt good...
"Tiffy! c'mon Tiffany! Kitty kitty!"
He loved the new tenant's voice. Her accent. He liked to hear say "kitty". He always heard her talking to her boy but mostly to her self whenever she passed his doors. He heard her when she was in the court yard of the pretty little hacienda style building that housed their two apartments. all the rooms on both floors, even the bathrooms, had big french doors opening to the enclosed courtyard. He could tell she loved the rain. That's when she came out on her balcony; into this kind of heat and humidity. It softened her face, slanted her eyes, made her bottom lip pout. She liked to walk slow with her palms and face held up in worship. Offering herself up. Beam her up Man. When it was thundering and lightening she would open the window paned doors of what ever room she was in and sit in the door way to have her tea. Poured from a pink tea pot, into a pink cup, sometimes with a little fruited brandy on the side in a little snifter. She would nod in greeting if she saw him, then they would ignore him. Her and...
"TIFFANY! C'MON"
She stamped her foot. Savat noticed the pretty chain of gold that graced her ankle. there was worry in her sweet voice. He couldnt go to her just yet. Yank women always thought it a deerty ting if you approached wit de rude warrior flarein' up. They feel insulted, but they need to comprehend it isn't on purpose. It's a compliment.
So he sat where he was smoking and watching her as she stood in the rain calling her cat. Stupid name for a cat.
She turned her body towards his deck and sniffed the air. She snorted softly a puff of air making her negroid nostrils flare. A slightle smile at the corner of her mouth produced a dimple . She walked over to the opening of his little hideaway under the deck. Savat wondered if she realized she may as well be naked. She had on a mans undershirt and silk boxer shorts she had slept in, soddened from standing in the rain while calling her cat. He would wait. He studied her as she walked over, slow, unconciously enjoying the rain. unconciously enjoying its fall and slide down, around, between her body's... stuff.
"Hi. I'm Berry Brown. My son Danny and I moved in last week"
"Yah. Me know. I'm Savat Coudret"
He took her hand and pulled her in out of the rain and handed her the spliff.
"Thanx I need this. I'm stressed"
"Yah mon. g'wan"
Berry leaned on the soft orange terracotta wall taking a deep drag of the good stanky stanky.
Savat watched her plush, soaked body inhale the pungent smoke. He noticed her eyes studying him, just as much as his was studying her.
Her tit's were dark dark brown and her black nipples were fat and swollen, begging for Savat to suck and pull on them. decorated by wet t-shirt. he wondered if the lips of her cunt were the same colour. the edges dark, ombred into pink, shiny and slick. Good to lick. If they became friends he could tell her to drink much pineapple juice. Then if they became lovers he would tell her how it made her cunt smell like fruit of the gods and taste like the honeyed and gingered sweet-meats of the goddesses. He wondered how fast it would take to get her wet. he thought she was wet already. She was all ready....
"cute gasp"
Berry's eyes widened as she watched Savat's penis thicken and slither under his baggie boxers across to the other side of his lap. When she lifted her eyes to his she was bemused. His wry grin and quick shoulder shrug told her he wasnt apologizing for nuthin'. Nature happens.
"Have you seen my cat?" she was able to say.
no pun intended they thought.
"Yah mon. upstairs on de deck him. under the lean to me built for him when it rain"
"Meower"
"She looked up at Tiffany's call then turn to face Savat.
"You knew where my cat was all along!" .
When she went to him to confront him he grabbed around her waist and fell backwards, she on top of him. Berry could not help herself, her emotions were running high, she found her cat, it was raining, she was in heat... she allowed her pussy to grind once,on his cock. He grabbed her wet curls and pulled her in for a tongue tying kiss and ground back. He raised his head to look into her sloe -eyed pretty face. Satisfied, he told her...
"Welcum to de islan Berre Brown. Yah know heere in Portlan it rain tree, four time a week. Yah mon"