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Thunder & Lightning/short fiction
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Thunder & Lightning/short fiction Thunder and Lighting It’s been a damn hot and humid day, and I’m feeling stir crazy, held hostage by the AC. By 4pm I have had enough, and retreat to the sun porch with a cold beer. My hair pulled up into a twist, I have on only the smallest of sun dresses, and nothing else. I’m in luck ‒ it looks like soon there will be a thunderstorm. I love thunderstorms in Florida. I enjoy the stages of them; the colors of the blackening sky, the drop in temperature, the noisy and refreshing downpours that leave the earth moist and fresh each evening. I love this sun porch, it has big cool tiles and large open windows that look out onto my neat little yard ‒ and with the 6 foot fence ‒ complete privacy. I have a large old glider, it must weigh 1000 lbs - it’s built like a tank but rides like an old Impala. I stretch my legs out on the coffee table, hike my skirt up and take a cold swig of beer. It’s lovely and calm, and I hear you come in the front door. “Drop off your shit, loose the shoes, grab a beer and meet me on the porch” I call out. Our plan was to relax a while before heading out to an early dinner, and I’m glad that we have this magic hour to ourselves, at home, chill. Sitting down we both lean back and relax, your feet up on the table next to mine. We chit chat for a few seconds, all while the sky gets dark, dark and bright at the same time, and finally a small cool breeze kicks up. Looking over at you, head back, eyes closed, I lean over and give you a slow sensual kiss that lasts and lasts. The sky almost black now, we can hear the thunder approaching. I excuse myself, get up and shut all the lights off in the house, brining out only a single candle. As I lean over to shut off your cell phone, you chuckle and run your hand up the back of my thigh, softly cupping my ass. The storm now on the verge of breaking, I stand in front of you, and pull my dress over my head “I love the cold rush of air just before the rain ‒ how about you get naked and enjoy it with me” I wink ‒ In no time our clothes are in piles. Were standing and kissing, and stroking ‒ a certifiable hot make-out session indeed. But too soon, my knees are week -“Honey why don’t you sit down, you just got home from work, relax” another wink As soon as you are ‒ I climb onto and straddle you. Our kisses increase in urgency, harder, with nibbles and whispers. Facing you, you draw me close, and arching my back, you turn your skilled attention to my breasts. One hand still in my hair, you suck and kiss and pinch in all the right ways, you start nibbling my nipples and I can’t help but ride your leg like were two teens dry humping, but dry we are not! Just then, as we feel the first few drops make their way onto the porch, that wonderful big rush off cool air from the rain’s down draft hits us, both of us sighing with the pleasure of it. We continue our play, enjoying the sensuality and atmosphere of the moment, the lighting flashes illuminate us in embrace, hotter and hotter. Finally I can’t stand it anymore (when it comes to good dick, I admit to being selfish and greedy!) and I lift up, reposition, and begin my slow decent onto you, you into me ‒ when all the way down I close my eyes, lean back and moan in pleasure at the sensation ‒ and we pause for a heartbeat ‒ both totally in the moment and wanting to enjoy it fully. With the help of the glider, we begin a good slow funky rhythm together, totally drenched because the rain is really coming in now ‒ and between the heat, sex and rain we are deliciously slippery. Your hands cup my ass and I have my arms tight around you as we swing and sway, bump and grind ‒ slow and fast and back and forth. I increase the rhythm, and you tell me to let go and ride it for a while, and then you grab my face, give me a hard sexy kiss and say “Honey, ride this cock home, let yourself go, I want you to do what you want. I want you to cum hard like this thunderstorm”. With that it seems like I am set free, and arching back, balancing myself with one hand one your chest and the other on your thigh - I start to test the structural limit of the glider. With your permission, I am selfish (but of course I catch glimpses of you watching me writhe on you) and soon, and with no trouble at all, we are both very much into the moment. I can tell you are enjoying this ride just as much as I am, and we both amp up the energy. The storm now dumps rain in buckets, the roar and thunder louder, as are my Fuck Yeahs! Increasing in pace and sexy-nastiness, I can tell you are letting go too, and enjoying this ride. Intensity builds, and as I reach the peak I’m grinding, taking you as deep as I can, and arch back in a final Fuck Yeah! You keep me firmly planted on your still throbbing dick as I shudder and shake, but never breaking your sexy rhythm, You lift my ass and hips onto you, bouncing my still<b> throbbing pussy </font></b>on your rock hard dick, I can feel your balls tighten up, you let go, and thrust deep inside me exploding. After catching your breath, you pull me close to you, upright and on your lap, and you gently kiss my breasts and neck as we both enjoy our post-orgasm highs. Suddenly a lighting strike hits really close ‒ bright flash and a huge boom strike simultaneously, the hair on our arms stands on end, and we can almost “smell it” ‒ and we both are momentarily spooked and sit still for a while. Adjusting for comfort, but still hot and stick, I reach over to retrieve our beers, and we both have a long cold swig‒ the rain easing up, the air cooler and fresh (but we still smell like sex), we both relax, leaning back together on the glider, enjoying the evening. We close this chapter on the sun porch with another soft sensual kiss. |
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