Summer Storm

Summer Storm

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

500 words (again) prompted by RAIN... A summer storm on the way home from the pub

Summary

500 words (again) prompted by RAIN...

A summer storm on the way home from the pub

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Submitted: June 01, 2016

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Content

Submitted: June 01, 2016

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We’d met in the smoking area. Chatted. Then parted. Met there again later. Beer buzz stronger. Laughing loud and dirty. Making the older ones stare. All in all, a good night. I left my pals and started walking home. I saw him ahead, pausing to light a cigarette so I ran to catch him up.

“Heading my way?”
I was stumbling a little. Ok. A lot. We said where we lived and he had to walk past mine. But we took our time. Put the world to rights as we walked. Sat on a bench for a while. The rain started, we chatted. Legs almost touching. As we got up our hands touched and I’ll avoid mentioning electricity but there was a jolt. A pulling away. Before the drawing closer again. 


We’d watched each other in the pub. Small town pub so we knew each other’s faces. Nodding acquaintances. The rain fell heavier, large heavy wet drops and I felt it soak through to my bra. A summer rain storm. It was a close June evening where tempers and passions flared.


We stood under a tree for a while but it didn’t provide the shelter we needed so we dashed to mine and in the hall discarded clothes through wetness rather than a need to be naked.


The storm knocked the electricity. Practicality rather than passion lit the candles. And we opened a bottle and sat by the window.

My skin wet, glistening. A tingle growing from wet rain on warm flesh.

And. Your closeness. 
The Lightning illuminates curves as you arch over me. You reach across and wipe a drip from a curl. A primeval urge rises within as your face stays close.

And a kiss. With another. And a melting together as we press. Hearts pound as the thunder claps overhead and a lightning strike follows immediately and we fuck. 
A natural progression, no discussion, just flesh against flesh.

Grinding together. Mouth against mouth.

Thunder. 
The storm moves away. 
Longer before lightning illuminates your hand holding me against you.

As the storm subsides my orgasm develops. Low. Deep but rising slowly.

Up. And and and. It’s coming. And I. I gasp. And I. I’m com…

The words are eaten by my pleasure filled head. Falling. Too heavy to keep upright as I squeal. Shiver and tense. Then rock slowly over your stiff dick.

Pleasure delight cascades through me.

You meet it with your own as your spunk rises. Rises. And you come. Jerking into my body. My nails digging into your flesh. Never wanting to let go. You release and fill as our bodies in slow motion move. Together. A clap. A light. The storm turns back on itself.

Overhead. Over us.

Prescient. An end. A start.

For the moment it matters not.

Just us. Now. Here. Together.

 


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