A Thunderous Night ... - Sex Stories

A Thunderous Night ...

It is late, and I'm not home yet, there is a thunderstorm raging out side, the wind is howling and the rain is beating against the window. You are worried about me out in the storm; I should have been home hours ago. You have just gotten out of the bath, trying to relax and keep your thoughts from worrying about me, you know in your heart that I am on my way to you. You lay across the bed in your silk robe reading the letter that I sent you, telling you that I would be home soon, but I haven't arrived yet and the storms fierceness frightens you. You are so involved with the letter and the storm is so loud that you do not hear me come into the house. After removing my rain soaked duster and hanging my wet Stetson, I look for you, expecting you to be by the phone, seeing your not there I wonder where you are. There is no sound in the house except for the sound of the rain on the roof. I quietly make my way to the bedroom, thinking that you are asl**p, and I do not want to wake you even though my desire to have you is intense. I see the light on in the room as I come down the hall; I stop in the doorway seeing you lying on the bed facing away from me, loving the sight of your naked body covered only by your thin silk robe. I look on you as a man seeing the most beautiful woman of his dreams come true for the first time. My desire for you begins to intensify rapidly. Suddenly there is a brilliant flash of light and an enormously loud CRACK of thunder. The lights in the house ...

... go out; sending you into darkness so deep you cannot see your hand before you. The lack of light does not bother me as much because my eyes are still accustom to the darkness of the night. Startled, your thoughts of me are broken and you suddenly feel as though you are not alone in the house. You call out my name but I do not answer. Satisfied that you are alone in the house you feel your way to the door, but you cannot shake the feeling that you are not alone. I move from the door as you approach and let you pass, but you stop in the door sensing that someone is there. I move behind you, so close that I can smell the sweetness of your perfume and the heady scent of your hair, and you can feel the slight breeze my breath on your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck rise because I am now so close to you that you can smell the musk of my cologne mixed with the dampness of my rain soaked clothes. You turn and can just make out the outline of my face in front of you, as you gasp I quickly wrap my arms around your waist and pull you to me in a strong embrace. I whisper into your ear "My God you are so beautiful," you answer me by saying "where have you been, and I missed you so." My only answer is to pull you to me and kiss you with a passion so deep and intense that your breath is taken from you, and you feel how deep my love for you truly is. You begin to speak but I place my fingers to your lips, savoring the taste of you on my lips. I can feel your breasts swell with ...