So we had an earthquake this week in the DC area. Highly unusual and gets you thinking about life and how short it is. Then comes round two in the form of a hurricane. It was anticipated to be a totally ugly monster, but luckily we only got a bruising. The hype leading up to the storm was almost too much for a guy that loves to get wet, though.

I have a small yard with close neighbors. The weather forced everyone inside and keep the windows closed since I knew I'd have the hose running for a while thru part of this session. I waited until dark and with my landscape lighting, I could see all I needed. The weather really was planned to be severe, so I couldn't get anyone to visit, so Irene and I had a date night.

You'd expect a tropical cyclone to be warm and sticky, but by the time the sun went down, it wasn't what you'd expect. In addition, I've gotten wet faster in a thunderstorm than what she was trying to do to me. The winds were kicking pretty good, but the rain wasn't heavy enough for me. Luckily my hose water is at a comfortable temperature and since I couldn't wait any longer, I turned it up into the air and let the winds do what I wanted them to do in the first place. My gray t shirt went dark and clinged. My white mesh shorts sagged from the weight and my gray briefs went black and were visible thru the shorts. I sat back on a lounge chair and let the water soak around the sides of my legs to my butt and down the back of my shirt. That was only to get started.

I'm an obvious fan of several umd-ers here, and learned about the wonders of j-lube this year. What amazing stuff. I had brought the bottle out wth me and sprinkled it lightly on to my shorts since a little goes along way. I needed more and quickly, my shorts and t were slimy. It was enough to let my hands slide over my erection. Then more water. Laying out there with the winds howling was raw and sexual. I decided to get slimier and over a period of 20 minutes of more water and slowly adding j-lube, it finally got to the consistancy of the long stringy fibers. I would stand and let the shorts fall to my kness and just rub my briefs. I'd sit back and pull the shorts back up, sliding my hardon inside. This went on for another hour. I was shocked I hadn't gotten close to cumming until my head popped out from under my goopy briefs and I slid my hand over it. That started a count down that last another 10 minutes. I was pushing and pullng my dick inside my briefs and shorts, with my free hand over the slimed t shirt on my stomach. It was time. I stayed inside my briefs and pushed so hard, I lifted my feet and my ears were ringing. More water and I slowly rinsed off, stripping right there in the back yard. I used a lot of j-lube. Finally got the clothes into the washer (for 3 runs) and myself into a hot shower. I realized this morining I could have been stuck if the water and power had all gone out. I'm glad it didn't.

For just a solo session, it was amazing. I still felt satisfied today at work. It only could have been better if it rained harder and if they had named the hurricane after a guy.