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Stormy Weather
The following contains adult and sexual themes, words,
and actions. If you are under 21, this is not meant
for you. Go away. If you don't like that sort of
thing, this is not meant for you. Go away.
If you ARE over 21, and you DO like that sort of
thing, read on.
If you like this, please feel free to email me.
WARNING.... I think I am getting sappy in my age,
'cause this is pretty cute and romantic. Mostly.
<smirk> Also, I had small formatting problems. I
wrote this on my new laptop, and I am still getting
used to the program there.
And now, on with the story....
Stormy Weather by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F)
They walked slowly back from town. Their campsite was
about a mile, or maybe two, down the dusty road. He
was carrying a large wicker basket over his back,
containing all of HER purchases, although as she
pointed out, some of the fabric was for HIS clothing,
so it was really full of THEIR purchases. Their
household had camped far away from others, preferring
the privacy of the gently sloping meadows and shade
trees to the steep hills near the lake or the flat
dustiness of the more crowded areas. It was a very
warm summer day, with not a breeze moving the leaves
on the trees. Most of the day had been sunny, but
they could see the clouds rolling in and both knew
that a late afternoon thunderstorm was a possibility.
They had discussed it, and decided to head back to
camp to rest before the evening festivities of the
event.
They chatted about who they had seen, and garb that
they admired, and who was with who, and where there
would be a party that evening. He was glad that the
real fighting hadn't begun yet, so that he could enjoy
himself without the bruises and inevitable soreness
that came after a long day of thrust and parry.
Although, he reflected as he glanced at her curving
figure, he had some most delectable thoughts of
thrusting and parrying in a completely different
manner. "Make love, not war" was a wonderful slogan,
he smirked to himself.
The sun disappeared, and a sudden wind shook the
trees.
"We had better batten down the hatches, my sweet," he
told her as they saw the flurry of activity in the
campsites they passed. "Maybe the rain will cool
things off."
She smiled at him, hot in her long gown. "I sure hope
so, hon. I am DYING! I can't wait for a cool
shower."
He arched one eyebrow at her. "A shower, eh? Think
there will be enough water for two?" he asked her in a
suggestive tone.
Her laughter rang out, glances from a few
people they passed. "Only if we share. Only if we
share!"
They trudged into camp just as the first drops started
to fall. They were the huge raindrops that seem to
fall only in the summertime. The ones that seemed to
cover whole inches at a time when they splattered on
the ground. They rapidly picked up their pace, and
she yelled at him to put their purchases away before
they got ruined.
"Hello? Hello? Anyone here?" he called out to see
if the other members of the household were in camp.
Silence met his hails, and he quickly dropped the
shopping basket in their pavilion and joined her in
darting from tent to tent, pulling down flaps and
securing them against the wind that was gusting rather
strongly.
All of a sudden, the heavens seemed to open up and a
veritable downpour started. She couldn't help the
shriek that escaped her lips as she felt the rain
penetrate her coarse linen gown. It wasn't that she
was cold, it was just the suddenness of the wet.
She looked over at him as she tied down the last of
their pavilions and saw him standing there, his
hair plastered to his head and his short tunic
sticking to him like a second skin. He walked slowly
over to where she stood, and she laughed at him.
"What are YOU laughing at?" he asked her with mock
anger, as he crossed his arms over his chest and
surveyed her figure.
She just smiled beatifically at him. He stopped about
three feet away from her and enjoyed the view. Her
gown had molded itself delightfully to her figure,
accentuating the magnificent and abundant hips
that he admired so much. Her hair was longer
than normal, since it was wet, and it hung down her
back almost to her waist. He felt a wondrous feeling
of love swell inside him as he looked into her dancing
brown eyes.
She just gazed back at him, knowing that this was a
precious moment. They were completely in tune. Well,
she corrected herself, they were completely SOAKED,
actually. She took the two steps that brought her
directly in front of him and said softly, "I guess we
are alone, huh?"
He smiled down at her. "It does seem that way. And I
have this feeling no one is going to go walking
through this downpour. They will probably stay
wherever they are right now."
Simultaneously they leaned together and kissed. The
soft sweet kiss of true love. Their lips and tongues
caressed each other's mouths and he moaned at almost
exactly the same moment that a low purr came from her.
He pulled her against him tightly, so that he could
feel the softness of her curves against the hardness
of his body. He wound his hands through her hair and
tilted her head back so that he could lick and kiss
her jawline back to her ear. The rain continued to
fall, although neither of them paid any attention,
concentrating instead on the feelings generated by
their touches.
He gently at her throat, feeling her pulse
racing. He enjoyed feeling her squirming in his arms,
and he tightened his grasp on her, immobilizing her
body so that she couldn't wriggle away from him.
She lost herself in the feelings he was generating in
her body. Every time they made love it seemed better,
and the pleasure she felt seemed greater. The rest of
the world receded, and she reveled in the rain falling
on the outside of their overheated bodies and the heat
that was rising within.
He licked back up to her ear. "I love you," he
breathed softly, and he knew that he would never feel
this way about any other woman again. She was every
bit his equal...intelligent, adventurous, sensitive,
humorous, educated, and the passion that she aroused
in him was overwhelming.
She smiled as she pulled slightly away from him and
gazed into his grey-blue eyes. "I do, you know. I
DO," he repeated. She knew that he meant it. She
had doubted him before, but his actions had gradually
convinced her that he did, for some amazing and
unknown reason, love her. Almost as much as she loved
him.
"I know. I know," she told him. "I love you too,"
she whispered as she kissed his nose.
BOOM
The loud thunderclap made both of them jump,
especially as they were in the middle of a soft and
tender moment.
The heat of the summer's day had given rise to a flash
thunderstorm on top of the downpour. They both looked
up and around and saw an occasional bolt of lightning
that accompanied the booms of the storm. Dusk was
approaching very rapidly, due to the clouds, and she
sighed and drew herself out of his arms.
He held her hand as they stood and watched, feeling
safe enough with the trees and taller pavilions around
them. They were soaked through to the skin, so the
rain was of no account, but the storm was wonderful to
watch.
Suddenly she pulled her hand out of his. She slapped
him lightly against the back of his head and yelled
"Tag! You're IT!" and she darted away while her words
sunk in.
He grinned and ran after her. "I'm gonna get you!" he
called after her, and heard her infectious laughter
trail back towards him.
He had just about caught up to her and reached out to
grab her when she suddenly turned and bolted around
one of the household pavilions. He slipped a bit in
the wet grass but caught himself and turned after her,
just catching sight of her wet dun-colored skirt as
she slipped around another corner.
"You can run, but you cannot hide," he called. He
chased after her, laughing as he did so. They were
like two kids, playing in the rain.
She jumped through a couple of puddles, figuring that
there is only so wet you can get, after all, so why
not enjoy it?! She wondered where her was, as she
glanced back and didn't see him anywhere.
She stepped around another corner, right into his
arms. "Gotcha!" he gloated. "Your turn. IT!" And
he turned and took off.
She cried after him, "That's not fair! I didn't see
you coming. C'mon." But she was smiling as she
complained. They wove in and out of the tents in the
campsite, and chased each other around the fire pit.
Finally, winded, she conceded. She sat down in the
matted down grass near the center of the camp. "Ok.
Ok, you WIN!" she called out to him, and waited for
him to appear. He didn't and she called again.
"Honey. I said you WIN. You can come out now." But
still, he didn't show himself.
She grew a little bit worried and rose to her feet.
"Where are you? Come ON. I am getting scared now."
She walked slowly around the site, peeking down alleys
and behind pavilions. She called his name a few
times. Her agitation level rose, and all of a sudden,
even the thunder grew a bit scary.
She screamed as a pair of hands grabbed her from
behind. They quickly wrapped themselves around her
body, and she felt his lips pull her hair out of the
way and begin to nuzzle at her neck. "You look so
beautiful when you are mad," he teased her.
She struggled in his grasp. "Then I must look pretty
damn amazing right now, because you scared me. I
thought you fell and yourself or something."
His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them as he
sank his teeth into her neck, lightly nibbling her
like he knew she loved.
"Oh," she breathed, feeling her anger evaporate as the
delicious feelings inside her body began to swell
again.
He found her nipples and pulled on them, feeling them
swell to his touch. Her weren't the only thing
starting to harden, he thought as he ground his semi-
hard cock into her bottom. Even through the layers of
clothing, he loved the feeling of her ass against him.
He groaned and he twisted her nipples in his passion,
knowing that she enjoyed the sensations as much as he
did.
The rain poured down their bodies and the thunder
continued to boom from time to time as they stood
there. He turned her around to face him, and her hand
immediately fell to the hem of his tunic, slipping
underneath to touch him. She looked into his eyes as
she found his cock. "Regimental, dear?" she teased
him, "You know, with how short that tunic is, you
should be glad I didn't make you bend over to look at
anything in the marketplace. Then again, I know how
much you love it when women look at you. But you are
mine. Don't forget that."
"Yes my lady," he responded, reveling in the touch of
her fingers on his hardness. "Just don't YOU forget.
You are MY lady. Mine." And their mouths met in a
kiss that sealed the possession of each other's souls.
His hands left her and he began to pull her
heavy skirts up so that he could touch her. As the
skirt rose above her knees, he inhaled and he thought
he could smell her arousal. One hand held her dress
up and the other zeroed in on her pussy. He stopped
kissing her for a moment as he touched her. "Oho, I
guess I wasn't the ONLY one who decided to go without
today, was I?"
She almost felt herself blush, or maybe it was just
the feeling of his fingers on her vulva that sent the
heat rushing to her cheeks. "Well," she stammered, "I
guess... well... My skirts are so long, and I kinda
figured that it would be cooler."
He smirked at her. "No, feels pretty hot down here,"
he told her as he watched her face register the
sensation of his fingers dipping into her crevices.
"In fact, it's not only HOT, but its wet as well."
Her eyes darkened even more as he watched. She looked
so sensual when they were making love. He couldn't
believe that he had been lucky enough to find a woman
who responded to his every touch with such fervor.
He gasped as her fingernails ran up the length of his
shaft, and it was her turn to enjoy the expressions on
his face. His eyes were half-closed with passion and
his mouth opened as he moaned. She pulled on his
prick with one hand, and then extended her other to
cup and cradle his balls. The wetness at the tip of
his cock was quickly scooped up by her finger, and she
put it in her mouth and it off. "Mmmmmm, a
taste...." she teased him.
He groaned at the sight of her mouth and he leaned
down and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue in
her mouth. He got a slight flavor of his pre-cum, and
he felt the twinge race down his spine. He always
felt slightly embarrassed about it, but he kind of
enjoyed licking his taste out of her mouth. Of
course, it was always better when he her
after he came inside her. The mixture of their juices
was unique and quite arousing to him. Usually, just
eating her afterwards was enough to get him hard again
for round two.
She pulled away from him, "Now. I want you inside me
now."
He smiled and they sank to the wet grass, oblivious to
the rain that still fell around them. He started to
push her back, but she stopped him. "No. I want to
be on top. I want to feel you as deep inside me as
you can be. I want all of you. I want to feel you
stretch my around you. I want to feel you touch
my cervix. I want you rubbing against my clit. I
want to come with you inside me, and then, I want to
feel you come deep inside me," she continued. It was
one of the most erotic things he thought he had ever
heard. But then, EVERY time they made love he thought
she sounded more erotic than the last.
He easily laid back in the grass, pulling his tunic up
so that his bare ass was against the damp, his cock
pointing toward his stomach. "Yes. I want to be
inside you now. Make me come inside you, my love. I
want to fill you up."
She straddled him, and pulled her long gown up to her
waist. She lifted his prick up so that pointed up in
the air, "Such a pretty penis. I love your cock."
And she lowered herself to him, dragging his cock back
and forth over the heat and wetness of her slit, and
rubbing it gently against her sensitive clit. She
nestled it against her opening, and then sank slowly
down on the pillar of flesh as they groaned
simultaneously.
Once he was fully inside her, she stopped and just sat
there, enjoying the feeling of his hardness against
her softness. She slowly flexed her inner muscles,
massaging his cock without moving an inch, and
watching his face as he looked deep into her eyes.
"Watch me. Keep looking into my eyes. I want to SEE
how good you feel," she told him as her eyes caressed
his handsome features. She reveled in the knowledge
that she was the one who could bring him such
pleasure.
Slowly, she began to raise and lower herself on him.
She lifted herself till just the head of his cock was
inside her, and then impaled herself on him again.
She rode him slowly at first, and they both gloried in
the feelings engendered by their joining. They
murmured love words to each other, mixed with
occasional obscenities as the ability to phrase
sentences diminished. She picked up speed and the
force of her thrusts down as he bucked his hips up
into her. She could feel her clit being agitated
every time he bottomed out deep inside her, and she
knew she wasn't going to last very long before coming.
He looked into her eyes as she requested, and was
thrilled by the look on her face as she got closer and
closer to orgasm. He could feel the telltale tensing
in her that was always the precursor to the
spasms that brought her to ecstasy. He reached his
hand down and tweaked her pleasure button, rubbing his
thumb over it and enjoying the sudden spasm that ran
through her pussy, massaging his throbbing cock. Her
eyes started to close, and he admonished her. "No.
Look into MY eyes, my love. I want you to look in my
eyes as you come. I love watching you come."
She pulled her eyelids open, and stared into his
beautiful eyes with hers. She struggled hard not to
close them as she felt him take her clit between his
thumb and forefinger and roll it. She practically
screamed with the pleasure, only controlling herself
because she knew there COULD be others within hearing
distance, and it wasn't quite dark yet, despite the
storm.
He knew she was close, and he was about to explode
himself. "Come for me, baby. Come for me.....NOW,"
he commanded as he pulled on her clit one last time.
He was rewarded by her cry of rapture as he felt her
pussy constrict around him with her climax.
He couldn't hold out any longer, and he felt his balls
practically melt as the semen ran up his cock and
spurted deep inside her tunnel. He roared from deep
inside his soul.
She shook as she continued to orgasm, but she could
feel the pulsing of his cock as he came. They both
stared deep into each other's eyes as they felt the
ecstasy that only true love-making could bring.
Finally, she collapsed on top of him, and the rain
continued to fall on their overheated bodies. He
wondered if she had the same feeling he did, and then
he knew she did, because she raised up, looked at him,
and said, "If its a girl, we are NOT naming her
Stormy!"