Washington had taken Gretchen shopping for groceries and various errands. Sarah put on an old pink dress...grabbed her black umbrella with a curved pearl handle and fancy white fringe...walked through the French doors....barefoot to the garden.
There was an 8 foot diameter circle...lined with stones where she was going to plant rose bushes. She thought of the gardens of Josephine and Marie Antoinette as she planted the first bush. She went to pick up another plant and fell on her bottom in the wet soil.
She started to get up...slipped and fell on her face. She finally managed to stand and wiped the mud from her mouth and nose. She giggled and said,"Tis not a good day for the lady in the garden." The rain began to fall a little harder and the wind picked up. A gust of wind blew her umbrella from her hand and landed against the tall, stone garden wall.
Sarah began to dance in the muddy circle. She pulled the pink bow from her hair and tossed it in the wind. She closed her eyes...twirled like a ballerina and sang. The moment sparked a memory of when her mother slapped her for getting mud on her dress before school. Sarah began to dance and cry. She suddenly stopped and screamed as if she scorched with fire!
She ripped at her dress...taking off the part that she couldn't rip. She stood in her undergarments. She screamed again and pulled her white undergarments off. She picked them up from the mud and slung them on the stone walkway. She knelt down...put her hands in the now soggy soil and cried,"Dirty whore...grow me a flower...dirty whore!" She fell back in the mud and began to madly wallow. She became exhausted...laid on her back and screamed at the sky,"What do you want!"
Sobbing...she sat up. Her hair was caked in mud...her body was covered as the rain would wash little clumps away. The rain began falling harder and she could hear the wind begin to whistle through the trees. Sarah had no fear of the oncoming storm. She stepped from the circle of mud ...went to a large round stone table and laid on top of it. The rain began falling harder and the wind was blowing the rain at an angle.
Sarah positioned herself... spread her legs and arms wide to feel the impact of the rain on her breasts and mound. The mud was washing quickly away from her body. Lightning flashed and thunder shook the stone table. The rain began thrashing her body. She could feel the hundreds of stings as she was writhing erotically on the table. She didn't think of the fair haired boy this time...she only thought of love. She clinched her fists and softly moaned,"Love me....storm...love me."
She could feel the tingles of rain on her erect nipples. The drops were splashing on her mound like a cloudburst on the tree tops of the forest. The rain was kissing her knees, legs, stomach, face, arms...she licked the wetness from her lips and continued moaning for the storm to love her. She arched her back and raised her mound to the blasting deluge. She began to cry out,"Love me....love me...love me!" The storm was raging and the lightning was flashing as if heaven was splitting open.
Sarah felt the trembles coming....she arched up higher...clinched her fists tighter and screamed with all of her breath as her orgasm climaxed with quakes and gushing from inside her. She screamed and cried and moaned as the aftershocks vibrated her very soul. Sarah collapsed and fell limp on the table. She sobbed with pleasure...closed her legs and turned on her side.
She laid her folded hands under her head and smiled as the storm began to ease. The last of the rain fell gently on her side like a lover's tender kisses. For the first time in her life...Sarah felt really loved. She sat up and dangled her legs over the table. A small ray of sunlight came through the still gray clouds. Sarah hadn't been touched by a man or herself that day....nature made love to Sarah....perhaps...she was loved by love.
