It's so hot here and humid. I can feel the wet moisture clinging to my skin, the drops running down my thighs. I can feel the pressure building. The heat rising up into me and the moisture pooling. Something has to give. Will it be storming soon?
I can't bear the heat any more. I long for a cool release. A wild raging storm, yes that would be wonderful. I feel the storm clouds gathering, pulling at me, teasing me. Will the storm wash over me and sweep me into its primal scream. Oh, my sweet, I'm so hot. In the distance, is that thunder ringing through sky or me? The rumble resonates through me as I feel the tension build even more. Which will come sooner, the storm or me?
I feel you come up behind me, press up against me to watch the storm come in. I know you feel it, too. The need to break the tension, the need to break me. Another roar of thunder and I feel you caress my shoulders and slide your hands down my breasts. Oh the pressure is building inside and out. I feel your strong hands continue their descent to the edge of my skirt. "Yes, my love, touch me, yes, touch me there. I want you." Stroking me, touching me, I can feel the storm in me and see it outside. Oh what your hands do to me.
I can feel you lifting me up and sliding me down on your hardness while I clasp my legs around your thighs and hold on tightly to the window frame, my face pressed tightly to the window. The rain sheets down furiously as the storm breaks. "Love me. Fast and hard like this storm." I moan your name as we watch the lightning streak across the afternoon sky.
The thunder roars and the rain pours down the window, just like my sweetness runs down the length of you. The storm rages inside and out and we rock together in such primal rhythm. "I'm….Oh God, Oh please." I sob helplessly over and over again. Great waves shake through me as I buck against you in ecstasy. Your breathing is ragged in my ears as you join me, my love.
Laying spent upon the floor, the sheltered quiet holds us cradled in the aftermath. I feel your soft breath caressing my skin; silky, shivering zephyrs traipsing electric along my spine. Lover, This storm has passed.
