Afternoon Thunderstorm - Sex Stories

Afternoon Thunderstorm

He was out bike riding in City Park. It’s a large park with big beautiful magnolia trees all through it; many bike paths, and lots of shrubbery, trees, and plantings. With all the geese and ducks, squirrels and other animals that populate the park, it’s the closest thing to getting away from it all that he could find around the hustle and bustle of New Orleans. Wearing spandex biking suit, he huffed and puffed his way through the park. Although the weather report had called for no rain, the clouds began to build as he got half way through his ride. Soon the clouds opened up and a torrential rain began to fall, he pedaled faster as he knew the Pavilion of Two Sisters was just up ahead. The park was empty and still as she walked along the trail beside the lake. The heat made ripples over the ground as though the water had breached its banks and was spreading its glistening tendrils across the landscape. There was no breeze to rustle through the grass and trees; no sounds met her ears but the quiet lapping of the lake at its shores. The air was close and humid, so thick you almost imagine yourself wading through an ocean of cotton wool. She was glad of the light material of her white tank top and short red skirt and relieved she had not worn her jeans and a jacket. The heat prickled her skin but the sun was surrounded by heavy grey clouds and she knew it was only a matter of time. As she was making her way across a vast open patch of field, the first cool drops of rain splashed ...

... down onto her shoulders and she breathed a sigh of relief. Still walking, she took black elastic from her wrist and pulled her thick red hair back into a ponytail, feeling the light rain and cooling air on the back of her neck. A large drop fell onto her neck and trickled down the middle of her back, causing her to shiver and bringing her out in goose bumps. A flash of blinding blue lightning clapped through the sky and was followed momentarily by the deep rumble of thunder signifying the storm is very close. Within moments, the gentle rain became a solid downpour, pounding into the lake with a deafening roar. She began to jog across the field, heading toward a group of trees just a few hundred feet ahead. The thunder and lightning struck again, the deep sound making the ground tremble beneath her running feet and drowning out the sounds of the rain. She reached the cover of the trees and slowed to a walk, catching her breath as she stepped in among them. Her top was now soaked to her skin and the blue lace of her bra was clearly visible. Her skirt hung wetly on her hips, clinging heavily to her curves. She wiped the rain from her hair and face and stepped closer to the trunk of the tree. The lashing rain still managed to invade the sanctuary of the trees but it was not half as bad as being out in the open. Twisting her ponytail between her fingers to wring out some of the water, she decided to wait the storm out under the trees before making her way back to the car. The rain ...