Afternoon Thunderstorm - Sex Stories

Afternoon Thunderstorm

... was so heavy she could barely see ten feet out of the trees and she didn't know the area well enough to go anywhere with such poor visibility. A bright flash of lighting created enough visibility that she saw the man and the pavilion just as he arrived on his bicycle. She made a mad dash for the pavilion seeking it shelter from the lighting and pouring rain. It was odd to have this stranger appear; she had been feeling like the last person left in a world drowned out by the raging storm. Now as the lightning flashed and the thunder clamored, she drank in the sight of this sexy stranger sharing her shelter. He caught sight of her and surprise registered on his face. Clearly, he had not seen her as he'd headed for the pavilion. She smiled and he flashed a shy smile back, wiping the rain from his eyes. She looked out at the rain as the thunder rumbled out again but she could feel his eyes all over her. She imagined how she must look to him, with her clothes transparent and plastered to her curves, her underwear visible through the thin material, the rain still glistening on her pale skin. She turned back to him and they watched one another for a few moments, neither wanting to speak, listening to the grumbling threats or the storm above their heads. He offered her another shy smile and wiped away a drop of rain as it trickled down his cheek like a tear. This small gesture seemed to her so innocent and gentle that she suddenly felt brave and totally at ease. The sensual power of ...

... the storm and her intense attraction to him made her brash and impulsive and before she could talk herself out of it, she moved close to him, put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips met hers. She kissed him deeply while the storm waged a war on the landscape around them. At first, he was tense; shocked at her directness but soon he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. She broke the kiss and took a small step away from him, smiling but still without a word. She reached down and peeled her soaking top away from her skin, tugging it up over her head and tossing it onto the grass beside her. Her deliberate movements wrung some of the rain from her top and rivulets of water trickled down over the large round globes of her breasts. He looked as though all his Christmases had come at once, standing stock still before her as she stepped close to him again. He opened his mouth to speak but she pressed herself against him and kissed him hard. She could feel him stiffening in his shorts and he tried to surreptitiously tug at them in his mounting discomfort. She kissed him slowly and teasingly, dropping her hands to his waist. With quick, deft movements she had his shorts pushed down over his hips and without missing a beat she followed, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't move and still neither of them said a word. He was big but not massive and she looked up at him with an appreciative smile ...