Midnight Storm part2
Looking outside at the storm breaking over the house now, you
quickly interrupt, “Why don’t you stay at least until the rain stops?”
Your heart is in your throat now, and you feel sure that he can hear it
beating.
“I suppose that might be wise,” he said, smiling again. “Allow me
to introduce myself. I am James Morris, from Colchester, England. And
you…?”
“Oh, uhm, Tammi Gardner. I’ve lived here forever, you know?” He
offers you a handshake, and you accept. His grip is firm and gentle,
and you flush as you realize that you are still holding his hand.
As you release his hand, he smiles, “Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Miss Gardner.”
“Oh, please call me Tammi,” you say quickly, wondering what you
are doing.
“Certainly, Tammi. So, what do you do here?”
“Oh, just help out my folks. Odd jobs in town, that sort of thing.
Nothing much, actually.”
“Well, you help out visitors in the night, and to me, my dear, that
is far more than nothing.” He smiles warmly, and the last vestiges of
restraint leave you at that instant.
You lean toward him and kiss his lips without warning. After a
moment of surprise, he begins to respond, and you loose yourself in the
warmth of his mouth. As you break from him at last, you find that you
are shaking.
“I- I don’t know what’s come over me,” you say quietly, “But I have
to have you.”
He says nothing, and draws you to him for another kiss. When you
emerge from this one, the flashlight is dying, and he reaches over and
shuts it off. “I don’t think that we need that, Tammi,” he says
quietly. You nod agreement into the darkness, and sag against him.
He holds you in his arms, and you feel his hands on the buttons
down your back, releasing you from the confines of the simple dress.
You kiss him, stroking his face and inhaling the clean scent of him.
As he slips the dress from your shoulders, exposing your breasts to
him, you lean back and start on the buttons of his shirt, seeking them
blindly with his fingers.
He caresses your neck, gliding down past your collarbone, to the
hollow between your breasts. His fingers glide around to cup your
breast lightly, and you feel the nipple stiffening in response. His
thumb finds it, and you gasp at the sensation.
You feel him moving, and his mouth suddenly finds the other breast.
As he strokes the nipple with his toungue, you abandon yourself to the
feelings. He finishes removing his shirt, working slowly, his toungue
awakening parts of you that have slumbered your whole life, awaiting
this moment.
Your hands run over the firmly muscled surface of his back, and
your breath is ragged in the night air. Nothing before this moment has
prepared you for what you are experiencing.
An explosion overtakes you, and your body stiffens. You are dimly
aware of thrashing wildly under his mouth, and of his sudden nudity
beside you. Your remaining clothes follow his onto the floor, and your
bodies meld together in an endless moment of pleasure.
His lips find yours again, and he holds you to him tightly, moving
slowly within you, leaving a trail of fire between your legs. You
clutch at him desperately, seeking something stable to hold onto as your
life is changed.
The storm reaches its height now, with lightning flashing is all
directions, thunderclaps assailing your isolated house, and rain pouring
over everything in a nearly-solid wave. Inside, also, the storm has
reached its height, and you feel another explosion building.
You are lost in a swirl of emotion, sensation, and ecstasy. The
storm’s strobe light effect gives an air of surrealism to everything.
Familiar surroundings, picked out in preternatural clarity, combine with
unfamiliar sounds and feelings to create an experience that you will
never forget.
As you both undergo the transformation of orgasm, you notice the
sweat between your bodies and the texture of the sofa beneath you. The
hair of his chest is soft, and you kiss it gently as you return slowly
to the reality of the night.
Finding his nipple, you experiment, kissing it and returning the
treatment he gave yours. His response is gratifying, and you continue,
encouraged. He strokes your hair, murmuring quietly to you, urging you
on.
Your kisses continue down his torso, until you face his cock
directly. It is a thing of beauty, and, impulsively, you kiss it. His
response is so tremendous that you go on to explore the possiblities of
this more thoroughly.
You taste yourself and the strange saltiness of his semen as you
draw the head into your mouth. The whole thing jumps as you run your
toungue over the ridge and onto the shaft. He shifts himself around,
and you feel his breath tickling the hair of your pussy.
The joy that you feel at returning some of the pleasure he has
given you is beyond description. The look on his face is rapturous, and
you allow yourself to sink back into the bottomless bliss of the raw,
undiluted pleasure that you share.
Your hear yourself squeal in surprise as his lips touch your pussy.
His toungue darts out, finding the hard nub of your clit, and waves of
pleasure course over you. The sensation distracts you for a moment from
the attentions you had been lavishing on his cock, but the lingering
taste in your mouth reminds you.
Your mouth engulfing him, his toungue bathing you, the feeling is
incredible. It feels as though you are in some sort of endless circle,
spinning around some unseen point of passion, approaching the top of a
vortex of pleasure.
The storm has abated outside, but the battle between the elements
continues on the sofa. A throbbing, pulsing cyclone is let loose
between your legs, and you taste a salty torrent in your throat. As you
both return to earth, you crawl up beside him, relaxing is his warm
embrace.
When you awake, it is quiet outside, and the skies are beginning to
clear. Stars twinkle faintly through thin, high clouds, and he squeezes
you for a moment, and then sits up.
“I’m sorry, Tammi, but I must be going.”
“I understand, James. Thank you. For everything.”
You pull your dress back on, and as his dark car pulls away, you
watch again from the porch, a sense of peace overcoming you. As you return
to the house, the lights come back on. The storm of this night may be
past now, but its effects will remain with you forever.
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