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The rain was always sensual to Grace Parson. It was the way it fell carelessly from the sky and caressed the earth, the way mist filled the air when cold rain collided with hot pavement.
Southern California didn’t get much rain, not like other places she lived, so this rain was unusual and welcoming. The gardens that surrounded the Parson estate were dotted with beautiful scent producing foliage which loved the moisture and showed their appreciation by filling the air with perfume. The garden also contained well manicured lawns, rose bushes and a rock garden. In the middle of the garden was the Neptune fountain and surrounding that were chiseled, well-built statues of Greek Gods.
Grace liked to walk the estate grounds when it rained. The white stone of the statues turned to pale grey. It was the smell of rain on stone that made her take her clothes off and rub her bare breasts on the rock hard cock of Apollo. She loved to watch the water settle in various crevices then lap it up with her tongue. It was especially pleasurable to lick between his toes also it was the perfect vantage point to admire the finely crafted sculpture. Up she looked past his calves and thighs, further past his penis and chiseled stomach. Then she gazed into his eyes and watched as his head bowed to lovingly look back. When the rain came at night, Apollo beckoned her to the garden. His voice put her in a trance and he had his way with her. His stone shell now flesh, he bent her over Neptune’s fountain and fucked her; rough, wet hands surrounded her waist as he thrust his rod in deep. The moans echoed past the rose bushes and cobbled stone paths. It snuck its way into the mansions windows and woke Grace from the dream.
The warmth from Apollo’s groin still lingered on her backside and her hair was damp. Gasping for air she sat up in bed and turned to the window. The garden glowed and glistened under the moonlight. A cold breeze chilled the air from the partially open window. With a deep sigh she looked around the room for life, someone who would close it. One last look around and off came the blankets; it was a shame she couldn’t just call her maid or slap her husband and have him do it.