0 comments/ 7363 views/ 0 favorites Stormin' By: MOGUY We agreed to meet at the park for lunch. It was supposed to be a nice day, however when lunch rolled around thunderstorms had moved into the area. We were the only ones in the park. We sat in the back seat of your car. We talked and laughed as we sat there. Finally, I took your hand in mine. I ran my fingers over yours; I kissed your hand as we locked eyes. I kissed your wrist and the back of your hand. Then I put your thumb into my mouth and sucked very sensually as we looked into each other’s eyes. I pulled you close and we kissed gently, softly and long. My hand was in your hair, feeling how soft it was, I pulled your head back and kissed and sucked your neck. I heard you moan, your breathing deep...my lips moved to your ear and sucked on your ear lobe breathing into your ear. My fingers unbuttoned your blouse and I see a beautiful white lace bra. I cupped your breast and gently bit and kissed your breast. I felt your hand hold my head against you. Your other hand found my hard cock through my pants. I raised my head, we kissed....hungrily and passionately. I suggested we go to someplace more comfortable and you agreed. We drove to my house and the storm seemed to worsen. Inside I brought a big soft comforter and laid it in front of the fireplace. The fire provided the only light, rich golden light flickers over us. There was a flash and boom from the storm. We both undressed and admired each other’s bodies. Your hands caressed my hardness and balls...you tell me you love the smooth shaven feel of my cock. Leaning over you kiss and suck the head of my cock, mmmm you say, as you taste the precum that is dripped from me. I brought your head up and you shared the taste with me. I pulled you down on the comforter and positioned myself between your legs; my hands rubbed the inside of your thighs. You looked so beautiful lying there in front of me. I licked and kissed the inside of your thighs; I could smell your delicious musk and wanted to taste you so much. I rubbed my cheek over your smooth mound and inhaled mmmmm babe. I slipped my tongue into your wetness. The warm juices entered my mouth. Your hips raised to meet my mouth. Looking up I saw your body reacting to my touch. I felt your fingers in my hair pulling me closer. Licking and sucking your clit into my mouth, the softness of your skin excited me as I moved my tongue. Your muscles flexed and relaxed with waves of pleasure. Using the end of my tongue I lapped at your hard clit and then the full length of your lips sucked your juices as I went. Your moans and the sudden tensing of your body told me I had done well. You lay there breathing hard as I sucked the sweetness from your body. You told me to lay on my back, you took my cock and sucked the dripping precum from me,,,, the feel of your mouth taking my shaft into you was so electrifying to my senses Then you straddled me and held my cock in your hands, slowly lowering your wetness down on to me. We looked into each other’s eyes as you teased me by letting just a little of me into you. You could see it was driving me crazy. I placed my hands on your hips and pulled you down on to me as I thrust my hips upward to go deep into you as I could. We held each other’s hands and looked into each other’s soul as you gripped me. You were so tight as I tried to go deeper into you. Our faces lost composure as we did our mating moves. Our bodies together moved with raw lusty jerks and groans. My hands held your breasts as my hips lifted you off the floor. My whole body wanted the release that would pour into yours, mixing our cum together. Both of us were dripping with sweat by the fire as we created our own. My breaths were coming faster. Our gaze almost never broke that connected the body and spirit making us one. You leaned forward and said fill me now Anthony.... And I did. We lay together relaxing, talking and kissing. It was as if the storm mirrored our sexual feeling for it now had become a gentle rain. We heard a car door close and the door opened. My wife looked upon us and said someone had been enjoying the storm with a smile, We made some drinks and felt that there may be another storm brewing. Storming the Castle The warrior spurred his horse and leaned forward, drawing back his curved sword and roaring out a challenge to the castle guards. Steel flashed in the sunlight, catching the bloody rays of sunset as the guards stepped out onto the packed earth of the courtyard. The warrior was good - and his horse was a fighter, too. The huge mount wheeled and turned, dodging pikes and sword tips easily as his rider dealt death from above. Horse and rider were seasoned veterans, survivors - victors - both successful practitioners of a profession that punished mistakes harshly. The castle guards did the best they could, but the battle was lopsided from the start. Unmounted and out of shape, the best they could hope for was to overwhelm the warrior by sheer force of numbers. Time and again, one or another of them would set a pike or lunge for the horse's belly to disembowel it and unseat the rider, only to have the monstrous beast read their minds at the last instant and leap aside. As the horse snorted in triumph, the glittering arc overhead dropped like lightning, and another defender's weapon dropped in the dust. In the end, there were not enough guards. Given the skill and passion of the warrior, twice as many would still not have been enough. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the warrior dropped to the ground beside the war horse, grinning tightly. He checked and rechecked the contents of a couple of pouches belted to his waist, murmured brief instructions to his horse, and strode across the courtyard to the big ironbound door. The door swung open easily, and the warrior smiled. Reaching into a pouch, he selected a silver ring and slipped it onto his finger. Faint lines of script glowed and pulsed as he walked forward into the hallway, and the metal grew cold against his skin as the ring dissipated the force of the invisible barrier blocking his path. The warrior paced the length of the hall, then stopped to admire the ring. He nodded his head in approval, glad to find his money well spent. Money not just for the ring, but also for the collection of tales and whispers about this place - mutterings of sorcery, treachery, and riches. As he worked his way deeper into the castle, the glow of the ring faded; apparently, the wizard-work was placed as a perimeter defense. He picked his way slowly and carefully, identifying traps and triggers placed within the ancient stonework. Reflex saved his life several times as creatures leapt from shadows - in a blink, he spitted the vile forms and jerked his blade free. He spared little time for examination, but it seemed that even some of the more fanciful tales were true; many of the furry horrors that died at his feet existed nowhere else in the world. It seemed as if someone had dumped the entire contents of a mad wizard's zoo into the castle - everything had too many fangs, or too many legs, or both. The glow of the throne room drew him forward at last, and he stepped through the last doorway into a large open space well-lit by candles and torches. Glittering suits of armor, rich silks, and precious metals surrounded him on every side, and he knew at last the tales were true. Movement caught his eye - across the room, a harem girl caught her breath sharply and started running for the door. He crossed the floor with a few huge strides, catching her by the wrist as she tried to duck down a hallway. She struggled in his grasp, but he held her tight, gripping her by the upper arms and holding her at arms' length to look at her. Her chest heaved as she fought, and he was mesmerized - she brought up a knee sharply, then winced as her kneecap bounced off his combat cup. She smelled of sandalwood and musk, and the big fighter ran his eyes up and down her body. Dressed in a few slips of filmy silk and adorned with jewelry, she presented a perfect vision - an ideal, the very essence of the harem. Smooth, perfect skin, nicely curved and inviting body, lush lips, and brilliant green eyes that drew him in like deep pools. His mind wandered for a moment, the spoils forgotten. He blinked and looked away, reminding himself that the loot was the lure that had drawn him here. With this wealth, he could buy his own harem - and enjoy it in safety. The girl thrashed in his grip, and he felt her sweat slipping beneath his fingers. He pursed his lips, thinking. The smart thing to do would be to just kill the girl, lest she raise the alarm before he could efficiently loot the place. His eyes roved up and down the room, mentally tallying treasures and deciding how best to carry them off. She bucked and thrashed again, and he looked down at her in annoyance. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat all over, now - he could feel it in his hands, and the faint scent of fear washed over him, mixed with the musky tang of her fragrance. The sight of her struggling form hit him like a physical blow, and his lips parted. His field of view seemed to contract, and she sprang into perfect clarity, eclipsing everything else in the room. With wide eyes and panting lips, she projected an almost tangible wave of helpless vulnerability, and her trembling, virtually nude body was perhaps the most delicious thing he'd seen in quite a while. He debated himself for a moment, then shook his head firmly. Not here, not now. He shoved her away hard, sending her sprawling into a pile of cushions. He drew his sword. She opened her flimsy blouse. He faltered briefly, then stepped closer. She unclasped her belt and flipped her skirt aside. He raised the blade. She opened her knees wide and extended her arms, eyes wide in terror as she pleaded for her life with her charms. His eyelid twitched and he paused, considering. His hand, slick with her sweat, tingled on the grip of his sword. He couldn't take his eyes off her - all of her - and he finally decided that he could always kill her afterwards, after all. The touch was stunning, an electric shock that jolted through his whole frame. As hands roved and fingers explored warm, moist skin, his pulse hammered in his ears and she grew even more ripe and luscious before his eyes. He quickly rationalized away his fears and concerns, consumed with the passion of claiming and mastering the quivering woman beneath him. Clothes and equipment hit the floor, and then he was in Paradise. She struggled and gasped in fear and shame, but clearly preferred submission over death. The coupling was unbelievable - his skin was on fire, and he couldn't get enough of the feel of her in his arms, pressed against him, moving in timeless rhythm. She filled all his senses to overflowing, and he cried out as he devoured her greedily. She writhed against him, slick and soft and yielding against his taut muscles; passion crested, and his world shuddered into gasping oblivion. He blinked, then frowned. Realizing he was looking up at the ceiling, he tried to stir, but found that a delicious laziness coursed through his veins. "It's the sweat, you see." She illustrated the point by rubbing thumb and fingers together. She sat astride him, and even as he blinked the cobwebs out of his mind and tried to understand, he felt himself stir inside her. "Something in my sweat has the most amazing effect on people," she continued conversationally. "Men, women - it doesn't matter. With just a touch - " She leaned forward to brush a fingertip across his lips, and a hot pulse of desire hammered through his groin. " - I can captivate." A small voice began to shrill an alarm, somewhere back in the depths of the warrior's brain. His concern was no match for his desire; like the castle guards, his mental defenses were outgunned from the start. She stretched like a cat, flexing her body and rolling her hips atop his, and he moaned helplessly, spearing her and shaking with lust. "Ah, that's nice," she purred. She hefted his pouches, smiling. "So, what did you bring me?" She dumped the contents of the pouches onto a cushion, then idly flicked through the pile with a fingernail. She turned various charms and talismans this way and that, then pursed her lips. "Pretty standard stuff - but how did you get past the shield?" Her eyes flicked up and down his body, then zeroed in on his hand. As she plucked the ring from his finger and examined it more closely, her thighs tensed, wringing a howl from the warrior. Desire of her own grew in her eyes as she read the inscription, and she wet her lips. "Do you have any idea what you've got here? This is a rare treasure indeed - not just some knocked-together charm that might possibly get you in and out of the shield one time without killing you. This is something for the ages - " She rippled with pleasure, and he gasped. She kissed him deeply on the lips, bending down to rub herself against his heaving chest. With a mighty effort, the warrior spoke. "So you're the last defense, then." She sat up, grinning. "Defense? For all this useless junk, you mean?" She swept her arm around the room, smiling. "Broaden your mind, warrior-man. Did it ever occur to you that I might be one of the treasures - or, more to the point, one of the reasons why this castle was defended by men and magic, traps, and beasts? Did you ever stop to wonder why you found no one else inside?" She laughed, tracing patterns in the sweat on his chest and watching him writhe beneath her. "No, of course not - because the first thing you did was chase me down and grab me, wanting me like a hungry wolf. With that first touch came the beginning of your fall. The truth is, all those defenses were not there to keep you out - they were to keep me in!" Power gathered within her - he could see it in her eyes. Power, and lust. "I've never been able to pass the barrier before, but this will do nicely." She slipped the ring onto her finger, then made a fist, grinning. As she flexed her fist, he felt her flex around him, squeezing him. As his body responded, he felt an unfamiliar ripple in her - then, to his horror, a pair of hollow fangs pierced him from both sides and locked into place. He gushed convulsively inside her, eyes wide in terror. Tracing runes on his chest and rocking on her hips, she began to feed. Stormrider Please comment. Constructive critism is always helpful. Thanks. He had just finished cleaning the deep fryer when he saw her out of the corner of his eye. She startled him, he hadn't heard anybody drive up, yet there she stood. She was holding the menu in her hand reading it. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked over to the counter to tell her he was closed. She brought her gaze up and looked at him, he caught his breath. She had the most amazing blue eyes he'd ever seen. Slowly a smile came across her face, "Can I get a hamburger and a coke?" Realizing he was holding his breath he exhaled, then grinned, why not, he thought, the grill was still hot. It was late and quiet frankly he had nothing else to do. Staying a few more minutes to make a hamburger for a pretty girl with blue eyes wasn't going to hurt. He reached for a soda cup and filled it with ice. He glanced at her, she was straightening the laminated menus into a neat little pile. A breeze blew a strand of hair across her face, she grabbed it and tucked it behind her ear. He filled the cup with coke, snapped the lid on, pushed a straw in, and handed it to her. "Mustard or mayo?" He asked. "Mustard, no onions or pickles...please." she said, their fingers briefly touching as she took the drink from him. "Have a seat. I'll bring it to you." She smiled at him, and went to sit at one of the picnic tables, sipping at her drink. He noticed lightening flashes off in the distance. A storm was brewing in the west over the mountains; it was that time of year for them to start forming. He turned to the grill, wondering where she had come from. He hadn't heard a car drive up, so he figured that she must have walked. The hamburger stand sat at the top of a small hill, at the bottom was a tiny seven room motel, and beyond that the town. There wasn't much in this area, it was off the beaten path, the interstate was fifty miles away. It was a small town with one traffic light; that flashed yellow all the time. A volunteer fire station, a bank, a nondenominational church and a little diner on the other end of town that catered to breakfast and lunch. The area had farms all around, in which various crops were grown. Life here was very simple, uncomplicated, just the way he liked it. He brought the hamburger out to the woman. She had shoulder length light blonde hair, it almost looked white under the harsh glare of the unforgiving fluorescents lights. She wore a demin jacket with fringe on the sleeves and across the back, faded well worn blue jeans, and sneakers. She had a far away look in her eyes, staring off watching the approaching storm. She looked up at him as he sat the hamburger down in front of her and gave him that smile again. "How much do I owe you?" She asked, leaning back, her hand reaching down into the front pocket of her jeans. "It's on the house." He waved his hand at her, "I've already closed out the register." "Ohh, I'm sorry," She said looking at the counter, "I had no idea it was so late, I'm really sorry," She smiled apologetically. "I just saw the lights on and realized I was hungry. I'll be on my way." She picked up the hamburger and soda and started to rise. "Thank you." She said holding up the food. He reached out and touched her shoulder. "No, its alright, there's no hurry. I've got some things to do before I can leave. Sit down and eat." He told her, turning to leave, but hesitating, "Can I get you anything else before I shut her completely down?" "No thank you, this will be fine." She sat back down. He went back to the clean the grill. She wasn't from around here, he knew that. He hadn't been here long, but he pretty much knew everybody. He would have remembered her for sure if she was from around here. Was she staying at the motel? Maybe she was visiting somebody. He wiped down the counter and glanced at her. She can't be much older than him, he thought. She had a youthful look, yet she looked more mature than your basic college student. He watched as she brought the hamburger to her mouth and took a bite. She had long slender fingers. Her nails were natural, not done up and painted. She didn't wear any jewelry. If she had makeup on he couldn't tell, she looked very natural...fresh. He watched her as her tongue came out and licked a spot of mustard in the corner of her mouth. The movement was slow, sensual and hypnotizing. He shook his head, to clear the imagine. Snap out if, he thought, its been a long day, and here you are staring at her like you've never seen a woman before. He took his apron off, rolling it up and throwing it under the counter. He ran his hand through his hair, boy, he needed a haircut. He closed the order/pickup window and locked it, checking to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then stepped out of the little shack and locked the door. He turned back around and looked at her. There was something about her, some kind of ethereal beauty. She was watching the storm, her eyes were shiny, reflecting each flash of light. Maybe it was the way she ate, slowly, taking her time. The storm was growing, flashes of lightening lit up the sky on the horizon, low rumbles of thunder could be heard. The wind picked up a bit more, he could smell the rain in the air. "Would you like some company?" He asked, coming nearer. She looked up at him, glanced down at the bench, then back up to him. "Sure" she said, scooting over so he could sit. He sat down next to her, leaning his back against the table, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He rubbed his hands on this thighs then laid them in his lap. It had been a long day, it felt good to sit down. He took a deep breath and glanced at her, was that lavender he smelled? He wasn't sure, it was a nice flower smell whatever it was. "Looks like we might get some rain." He said, nodding his head in the direction of the storm. "Yes, it does appear to be moving this way." She wiped her mouth with a napkin. She picked up her drink, and took a sip. He watched as her lips went around the straw and saw the liquid being pulled up into her mouth. Lucky straw, he thought, wonder what it would be like to kiss her. Surprised at that thought, he studied her. She had soft creamy skin, and long light golden lashes, a long slim nose and soft full lips. Pale pink rose colored lips. She reminded him of fairy drawings from his childhood, or of the art inspired beauties that were some times on erotic posters riding on the back of unicorns. He smirked, easily picturing her riding horseback naked. "So what brings you to this lovely little valley?" He asked. "Did you take the wrong exit, or are you visiting someone?" She looked at him, her mouth pausing over the straw, "Just passing through." She took another sip. The wind blew her hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear. "So, hmm...did you walk up from the motel?" "Motel?" She looks down the road, "No. I didn't know there was one." "Oh yea, there's one." He looks around, "Where's your car? I don't see it." "That's because I don't have one." "Oh!" That surprised him, everybody had a car of some sort out here. "So, you're walking? You're a long way from nowhere to be walking." He stretched his arm out, to show the vastness of the area. "Don't tell me you're alone." "Okay, I won't tell you." She grinned at him. He shook his head, "Isn't that kinda of dangerous, especially this late at night. For God's sake, you do know how dangerous that is, don't you?" He couldn't believe that she was just out walking in the middle of the night all alone, and she didn't seem the least bit concerned. "I manage." She must be crazy or extremely brave. He looked at her, trying to figure out which one she was. "You manage." He repeated, amazed. She was slender, probably five seven, five eight, muscular and toned as far as he could tell. He sensed if need be she could kick some butt if it came down to it. He sighed and leaned back against the table. She was way too pretty to be on her own, even if she did know how to defend herself, it was still dangerous. He felt this sudden urge to protect her. She popped the last bite of hamburger into her mouth, then crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it up over his body into the trash can behind him. In it went, a perfect shot, she smiled, pleased with herself. She took the lid off her soda and put the cup up to her mouth, tapping the bottom to move the ice forward. He heard the ice move and she jerked as it came forward in a rush and spilled out. She had caught one piece of ice in her mouth, while the rest ended up in her lap. "I hate it when that happens." She brushed the ice off her lap. He grabbed her napkin and dabbed at her chin, and then her shirt. She touched his hand, taking the napkin from him. "Thanks, I got it." "Uh, right, sorry." he said sheepishly. She held out her shirt and dabbed at the wet area. "Do you want another napkin?" "No this is fine. Just a bit of a shock to have that coldness hit you. Ya know?" she chuckled. "Yeah, I know." Giving her a huge smile. He watched as she dabbed at the wet area on her shirt. Her jacket open, he could see her nipples protruding through the thin cotton. He swallowed, silently thankful for that coldness and the lovely view. She stopped wiping and stuffed the napkin in her now empty soda cup. She pulled her leg out and over the bench and sat straddling it. "Well now that I've drenched myself, I had better leave so you can get on home." She stood up. "I'm sure somebody is waiting for you." "No!" He said that a bit sharper then he wanted to. She looked down at him as he looked up at her. "I mean," he said softer, "there isn't anybody waiting." He stood up beside her. Don't go he wanted to tell her, but couldn't bring himself to voice the words. She brought her other leg over the bench, getting it caught on the edge, losing her balance. He grabbed her elbow to help steady her. "Goodness, you'd think I'd been drinking the way I'm acting all the sudden." She looked up into his eyes, they were standing very close together. If a storm wasn't brewing, he would have sworn there was electricity between them. The wind blew her hair into her face, she reached up and grabbed the offending strand and tucked it back behind her ear. He was drowning in the ice blue pools of her eyes, they reminded him of the surf water off Hilo, when he had taken a trip to Hawaii years ago. Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the light from above. He watched the way the wind blew her hair all around. A strand of it again, blew across her face, into her mouth. She reached for it, but his hand was there first. Gently he pulled it away, his fingers lightly touching her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear, the way he'd seen her do it. His fingers barely touching her face, sliding his hand down the length of her hair behind her ear, to her shoulder. His hand hesitating, once again the faint scent of lavender came to him. He wanted to touch her, to pull her to him and hold her, to kiss her, but he restrained himself. She was a stranger, they had just met, and he wasn't one to molest women who walked in the middle of the night on deserted roads. Thunder clapped nearby, waking them from their trance. The lights above, flickered and buzzed. Awkward silence between them. She took a deep breath and then slowly released it, "What else is there to do in this town, once the hamburger shack closes?" She stepped back, as he released her elbow. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not much, go home and read a book, I guess." Read a book! Was that all he could think to say? What an idiot, he wasn't going to go read a book. His mind raced trying to think of something else to say. Something to keep her from leaving. She nodded her head, "Well then I better let you go. Thanks again for the burger." She picked up her soda cup. "I'm not going to read a book." "Oh," She walked towards the trash can, "then what are you going to do?" "I'm not sure," he said in all honesty. She dropped the cup in the trash, "Is that your truck?" "Yea." "Lets go for a ride." She turned around and looked at him, "That is...if you really aren't going to read a book." She grinned, tilting her head to the side. A smile crept across his face. The sky rumbled, the storm was coming closer with each lightening flash. This night was turning out to be interesting. He was use to being alone, and it had been a long time since he'd had enjoyed the company of a woman, and right now, he wanted her company more than anything. He walked over to a pole, opened the cover, and flipped the lights off, the place grew dark. She stood there in the darkness watching him. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and twirl her around. But he resisted the urge, and instead walked over to her and extending his arm towards the truck. "Let's go." They walked to the truck and he opened the door for her, watching as she climbed in. He felt giddy. Like a school boy going on his first date. He made sure he wasn't closing the door on her foot, then walked around to his side. He smelled the air, it was going to rain for sure. He felt invigorated, as he got inside and put the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. "Where to?" he asked. "Anywhere." She settled back into the seat. Should he take her to his place? Maybe that was too desperate, to forward, he didn't want to offend her. He didn't want to ruin whatever was going to happen. Jesus, what did he think was going to happen? Was it offensive to assume something could happen? He bit his lip, not sure what to do. Then he had an idea. He turned onto the road and headed into town, away from the storm. He drove down main street, driving under the flashing yellow traffic light, just past the church. He turned down a side road, pass the cemetery, and headed out of town. A dog barked as he slowed the truck down and drove over the deeply rutted road, that led up a hill to the town's water tank. Up on this hill one could see the town below and the storm on the other side. He put the truck in park, and turned the ignition off. They sat there in silence, watching the lightening zigzag and fork across the clouds. Every now and then it appeared to be striking the ground. The sky was clear above them, the full moon and stars shone brightly. A gentle wind moved the bushes outside, and the crickets were singing. "Oh how pretty." she said, looking at the few lights that dotted the town below them. "I love the smell of rain. Don't you?" She leaned forward and shrugged out of her jacket, shaking her shoulders to get it off. The jacket slid down her back, and she pulled it around in front of her and folded it, laying it across the dashboard. She then twisted and turned to face him, bringing her knee up onto the truck seat. She wore no socks, and he could see her small ankle bone showing just below the hem of her jeans. He wanted to touch it, to feel the pulse he knew would be beating nearby, but he didn't. He turned his body so he could face her, his arm stretched out across the back of the seat. She wore a plain white t-shirt, not too tight, but he could see the material stretching across her breasts, the spot where her drink had spilled was dry. He watched her chest raising and falling with her breathing. Then she chuckled quietly, as if remembering a joke. He looked at her, waiting for her to let him in on it. "What's so funny?" he finally asked. She looked at him, smiling, "Here I am, in a truck, on the edge of town, sitting at make out point and I don't even know your name." He smiled at her, make out point, huh? "Gerry." He held his hand out for her to shake. "Nice to meet you Gerry." She took his hand and shook it. A good shake, not one of the those wimpy, dead fish kind of handshakes, some people give you. He didn't let go right away, her hand was warm and soft. She smiled, then pulled her hand free. He returned his arm to the back of the seat. He looked at her, waiting. Raising an eyebrow he said, "Normally, you'd tell me your name at this point." "Would I." Grinning, she tilted her head to the side. "Did you grow up here Gerry?" "No." "What are you doing in this kind of place then?" "Just passing time." She definitely smelled like lavender. It wasn't a strong scent, just the barely there kind of scent, like she bathed in it. He had the strongest urge to pull her to him and gather her hair in his hands and smell her. "Are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to guess?" "Do you travel a lot?" Totally ignoring his question. "Whenever the urge strikes." "Where have you been." "Here and there, no where in particular. What about you? Let's start with your name?" She turned to look out the window, at the storm on the horizon, it seemed to be moving faster now. He watched her, studying her profile, memorizing her face, her lips. God, she was beautiful. Who was she? What was she doing here...and with him? "Lily." She said, after what seemed an eternity. She looked back at him, "My name is Lily." Lily, he said to himself, he liked the way it sounded in his mind. She shifted in the seat and looked down at her shoe, plucking at some invisible string. "Aren't you worried? I mean for a woman as pretty as you, to be hitching rides. Has anybody ever tried to hurt you?" "No." "How you do it?" His heart skipped a beat, thinking of some foul smelling man trying to have his way with her. "Its called trust. You have to believe in them, beside I have a very good sense about people. I know which ones I want to be with, and which ones I should avoid. Surely in your travels you've learned to read people." "Well yeah...I guess..." his voice faltering when she suddenly touched his fingers. Surprised, he lifted his fingers, their hands coming together, palm against palm. His cock jerked at her touch, he held his breath. The truck grew dark, the moon suddenly behind a cloud. He could see her eyes, they sparkled even in the dim light, burned through him, as if consuming his soul. The moon came out again, covering her in light. She was breathtaking. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the tightness of his pants that was pressing on his ever hardening cock. He watched as their fingers intertwined. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her to him, to hold her in his arms. Lily, Lily, he kept repeating to himself. The truck shook as the wind suddenly picked up outside. They both sat looking at each other. Flashes of lightening lit up the interior of the truck. She undid her fingers from his, then turned his palm face up bringing it close to her. She studied his palm under the moonlight, slowly running her fingers across his skin. "You do a lot of work with your hands, Gerry. You have good strong hands." He liked the way she kept saying his name. She caressed his palm, folding his fingers over her hand, then she kissed his fingertips. She looked at him as if gauging his reaction. Could she read his thoughts? Does she know how badly he wants to kiss her, to hold her? His mouth went dry. Oh, God he thought, this seemed like a dream. This beautiful woman sitting across from him. He could smell her, her scent filling the cab of the truck. She was kissing his fingers, one by one, slowly, enticingly. He had shivers going down his back, his heart was racing in his chest, his breathing getting faster, his cock getting harder. He wasn't the kind of guy who picked up women and drove them to isolated spots. What was happening? Lily, Lily, he kept saying in his mind, almost singing her name. This moment was so intense, so sexy. Oh Lord, he silently prayed, does she know what she's doing to him? Does she know where this could lead too? She sucked on his fore finger, pulling it into her warm wet mouth, her tongue teasing, around and around. This was seduction, pure and simple and he didn't want her to stop. Stormrider "Gerry?" she said softly. "Huh?" Dragging his eyes away from her mouth, he looked at her. "Would you like to make love to me Gerry?" He swallowed hard, licking his lips. Did he hear her right, or was it just wishful thinking that made him hear those words. Those memorizing blue eyes of ice. He jumped slightly as she bit the tip of his finger. Oh man. His pulse was pounding in his ears. His cock was throbbing, begging for release. "Yes." he whispered. She open his hand up and kissed his palm, then laid it against her cheek. His thumb touching her lower lip. She closed her eyes, slowly guiding his hand down along her neck, over her t-shirt, stopping it on her breast. She breathed out slowly, keeping her eyes closed. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He carefully cupped her breast, and held it. She opened her eyes and looked at him, their eyes locked. "Make love to me Gerry." He brought his other hand up moving around her waist. He leaned in and pulled her effortlessly across the truck's bench seat. Their lips met and he kissed her. Gently squeezing her breast, feeling the lacy material of her bra through her t-shirt. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, their tongues touching, dancing. He could taste the sweetness of the soda pop. He kissed her harder, his mouth completing covering hers, his tongue probing deeper. She was sweet, like honey, it was intoxicating, he wanted more. He brought both of his hands up to her neck, to the back of her head, her hair falling through is fingers, soft as silk. He pressed harder on her mouth, forcing her head back. A soft moan escaped her lips as she put her arms around his neck. Such passion in their kiss, as they went from gentle to hard. Her hands rubbing up and down along his back, his neck, her fingers tugging on his hair. His tongue explored every part of her mouth, his hands went from her neck back down around to her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them, his thumbs kneading her nipples making them hard. He hadn't closed his eyes, he wanted to see everything. He wanted to see her expression, wanted to drink in the sight of her. He pulled back, looking at her face. Lily, his mind sang. She had her eyes closed, he could see her long lashes, the soft curve of her cheek. He kissed her again, gently this time. He glanced down, pulling her shirt up, his hands sliding under the cotton material up to her breasts, her skin was soft and warm. He felt the lace bra and squeezed lightly, her breast fit just right in the palm of his hands. She moaned, and arched her back, pressing her breasts against his palms, he wanted them in his mouth. He grabbed at her shirt pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floorboard. Her arms were above her head, her hair fell down around her shoulders. Her eyes were half closed, watching him, sensing his frenzy, his wanting. He looked over her body, her firm breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She wore a blue sheer lacy bra, her nipples were peaked, straining to come through the sheer material. He cupped her breasts again, bending his head down he kissed the area right between her breasts, squeezing them together, touching his cheeks. She smelled so damn good. She brought her arms down, slowly running her fingers through his hair, clutching at his curls. His fingers went to her bra straps and pulled them off her shoulders. He kissed the top of her shoulder, running his tongue across her skin. He pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts. She pulled her arms out of the straps, and grabbed at his neck. He kissed her again on the mouth, hard, their teeth scraping. This was madness, he couldn't stop himself. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He kissed her cheek, and moved to her ear, his hands going around and undoing her bra, dropping it to the floorboard. He whispered, "Do you know what you are doing? Are you sure you want this?" "Yes. Don't stop Gerry. Don't stop." He kissed her ear, and moved his mouth down along her neck, kissing as he went, tasting and sucking at her skin. He pushed her back onto the seat, raising enough she could move her legs apart. He laid so his body was between her legs. He looked at her, touching her cheek with his hand. She looked so sexy lying there. He kissed her again, then kissed down along her neck to the hollow area between her breast, his breath caressing her. Then hungrily he placed his mouth over one breast, sucking and licking, his tongue teasing her nipple into a hard peak. He moved his hand over her other breast, grabbing and squeezing hard, then letting go, and squeezing again. He sucked hard on her nipple, licking and kissing, in no time he had it swollen and bruised. He looked at his work and then moved his mouth over to the other nipple, switching places. He glanced up at her, she had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her tongue flicked across her lower lip. She was running her fingers through his hair, brushing it back off his face. He moved his lips and tongue over her nipples, hardening them. Then he moved and kissed up her body, towards her neck. He pressed his groin against hers. She moaned at the weight of him. Her breasts pressing against him. He lightly bit her earlobe, and whispered, "Oh Lily." He kissed her deeply as he pulled at his shirt, freeing it from his pants. He sat up, and pulled his shirt up and over his head, his muscles rippling down his chest. He looked down at her, as she ran her hands over his body, her fingertips swirling through the hair on his chest, playfully teasing his nipples. She gazed up at him, her head just resting on the door armrest. She sensually moved her hands slowly over her breasts down to her belly. She undid the button on her jeans. He was breathing hard, watching her slow movements. He watched as she unzipped her pants and started sliding them off her hips. He couldn't take it anymore. He was so fucking hard, it hurt. He undid his pants, frantic to get undressed as quickly as possible. But within the small confines of a truck this didn't happen as smoothly as he would have liked. He collapsed on the seat, pulling at his boots, banging his knee on the steering wheel. He got his boots off and glanced at her, she was wiggling her hips, trying to get her jeans down. He smiled, he liked that wiggle. She lifted her butt off the seat, sliding her jeans down. He raised himself just enough off the seat to get his pants down, then kicked them off. His cock tenting his boxers. He turned back to her, grabbing at her jeans and pulling them the rest of the way off. Her shoes got caught in her jeans and slipped off easily. He repositioned himself so he was up on his knees, looking down at her. His hair falling forward. He hungrily looked over her body, noticing she had matching blue lace panties on. He laid both of his hands gently on her hips, watching as her stomach quivered at his touch. The moon disappeared behind a cloud, and the cabin of the truck was dark. It was quiet, even the crickets had silenced their music. Gerry took a deep breath, slowly moving his fingers across her belly, tracing the outline of her panties. He gently slide his fingers between her legs, touching the silky material. She moaned and parted her legs, opening for him, as his fingers pressed against the moistness forming under the cloth. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue savagely entering her mouth. He moved his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them. Thunder clapped overhead, loud and ominous. Both of them jump at the sound, the storm was overhead. Lighting flashed, he could see her body below him, pale and glowing in the light. Her arms were above her head, pressing on the door. She slid her body down the seat, towards him. Bending her knees and bringing her feet up, she placed them gently on his chest, twisting her body to one side. Taking the cue, he brought his hands to the edge of her panties, removing them slowly, as she raised her hips up off the seat. He peeled the lace material off of her legs, and threw them aside. Lightening flashed across the sky, lighting up her body. She laid there, watching him. He ran his hands slowly over the calves of her legs, her knees, to her thighs. She moved her legs and placed them on either side of his waist, propping her feet up on the door behind him. She was exposed, lying there fully naked, waiting for him to come to her. Lightening lit up the sky again. He placed his hand over the soft curly triangle of hair. He could feel the heat rising, she stared at him, licking her lips seductively, as she raised her pelvis ever so slightly against his hand, softly moaning. His finger pressed in, rubbing, feeling the small nub of her clit harden under his touch. She was wet, oh so wet. His finger slid in easily, her pussy enveloping it. He inserted another finger. She moaned, her insides clutching tightly around his fingers as he moved them in and out. Her hips moving to meet his thrusts. Thunder clapped again, closer this time, the wind started howling. She looked at him with half closed eyes. The sky outside brilliant with lightening. "Gerry, I want you." she whispered pulling him towards her. She slid his underpants down. His cock sprang from its cloth confinement, hard and aching for her. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb pressing against the slit, spreading the bit of precum over the tip. Removing his fingers he lowered himself onto her, their warm bodies touching. He didn't want to crush her with his weight, but she pulled him to her, guiding his sex towards her opening. Her breasts pressing into his chest, her nipples still hard, brushing against his chest. She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, this time she did the searching, the tasting with her tongue. He pressed his hips against hers, she caught her breath, waiting. He raised his head up just a little, he wanted to watch her face. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted. "Fuck me Gerry." She whispered, her hands going around his waist, her legs moving up, she grabbed at his buttocks and pressed him towards her. He was just on the edge of her, holding, waiting. Thunder clapped right over the truck as he thrust himself inside of her. She gasped out loud and closed her eyes, arching her back. He kissed her neck, her jaw, moving his hips back and forth, going inside of her as deep as he could. Her fingernails raked over his buttocks and up his back. Her hips matched his movements, both of them moving as one. The rain started to pour down on the truck, large drops pelting the windshield. Lightening flashed and thunder roared, as he fucked her. He placed his hand at the top of her head, to cushion it from hitting the door. He pounded into her, roughly at first, like an animal, a savage, covering her with his body. Each thrust she cried out, moaning with pleasure. He slowed, maintaining a steady pounding rhythm. He felt like a dog, fucking and panting over her body. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her hard and not ever stop. His head was swimming, the very act was intoxicating. He buried his face in her hair. Lily, Lily, Lily. Her name was like music in his head. She moaned and writhed under him, he paused and looked at her. "Don't stop Gerry.... don't stop." "I'm not hurting you am I?" "Of course not." She raised her head up and kissed him. He laid his full weight upon her, while he moved his hand over to her breast. He grabbed it and rubbed his palm over her nipple. She moaned, her legs tightening around his knees. He pressed even deeper inside of her, she felt so damn good. Her body molding itself to fit his. Everything in his body felt alive. He was so sensitive to her touch, where her fingertips moved across his back and buttocks. She kissed his ear, flicking her tongue around his earlobe. She kissed his neck, moaning softly. He rammed his cock harder into her, grabbing at her shoulders, pushing her down the length of the seat, pulling her towards him, trying to get deeper inside of her. He couldn't remember the last time a woman felt this good. Oh Lord, he loved the way she felt. The sounds she made, the way she moved her body with his. He wanted all of her, all the time. The storm raged outside, their bodies inside the truck, heating up, getting slick with their sweat. Their breathing becoming faster as she moaned with pleasure. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to release, he tensed up. He was trying to hold his breath, trying to slow his movements. He didn't want it to end just yet, but the sensation, kept growing stronger. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, and bit his lip. He buried his face in the curve of her neck. This was it, time was up, he couldn't stop what was happening. He tried to pull his hips away from her, but she brought her legs around and held him to her. She wouldn't let him pull out. He moaned as his cum shot out. She pressed his body to her and held him, his cock jerking as wave after wave of orgasm went through him. She relaxed her legs and released him from her hold, running her fingers through his hair, twisting the thick curly strands, then caressing his neck. Her breathing was slowing. He brought his face up and looked at her. He kissed her softly on the lips. The storm was slowly moving on, and light rain fell outside. The moon and stars were trying to break free through the storm clouds. Every now and then moonlight would penetrate the interior of the truck. He shifted his weight off of her, and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked at her and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, then kissed the tip of her nose. "Well that was the last thing I ever expected to happen to me today." he said. She smiled at him and touched his chest, pinching his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, a tingling sensation shot down to his toes. "It was rather unexpected for me too. I don't pick up men and fuck them in their trucks." He kissed her. "That's good to hear." he whispered as he wiggled his shorts off and laid down beside her, placing his arm under her head and held her. They laid there listening as the rain hit the truck. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He absentmindedly made little circles with his finger on her breast. She had one leg on top of his, caressing his thigh. There wasn't much room on the truck seat, but they made a good fit. Him lying on his side, with her beside him. He didn't want this moment to end. He wanted for some strange reason to hold her here, close to him. They laid there for a few minutes, their bodies resting. Then she sat up and looked out the window. "I think the storm is moving on." She twisted away and sat near the steering wheel, her legs folded beneath her. Gerry sat up, turning and facing forward, looking out the front window. Quickly she straddled him, taking him by surprise as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She leaned back against the dashboard, running her hands up and down his arms. He brought his head forward, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking on it. She stretched her arms out and gathered her hair up, and placed it up on her head, tendrils falling out around her face and neck, making her breasts even more perkier. He sucked harder on her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. She moaned, letting her hair fall down about her shoulders. She put her hands on his head and held him to her. He sucked and kissed and licked at her nipples. He looked up at her and she cupped his face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes. She studied his features, his roman nose, his deep set eyes, the ever so slight cleft in his chin. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He closed his eyes and savored the moment. He was getting hard again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. The corners of her mouth turned up giving him a slight smile. He kissed her again. She moved her hand down to his cock, sliding her hand up and down, slowly, enticingly. He put his hands on her buttocks and moved her hips closer towards him. She raised up, moving his cock back and forth between her legs. She broke his kiss and looked at him, her eyes smoldering with lust, he tried to kiss her again, but she backed away, teasing him. Then she slid her body down his shaft, he closed his eyes as he felt her wet, hot softness engulf his cock. She sat on him and fucked him, moving her hips, up... down...slowly. He put his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. This was sheer heaven. What did he do to deserve this beautiful woman sitting on his lap. His breathing became more ragged, the sensation of her moving against him sent ripples through his body. She kissed him on the lips, sliding her tongue in. He moaned. She bit his lower lip and pulled at it, oh, she was driving him beyond the edge. He held on tightly to her butt, raising his hips to meet hers has she came down on him. She arched her back, her fingers clutching at his hair. She watched him, moving her hips more frantically against his. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and moaning as she moved her hips faster, grinding against him. He could feel pressure once again building. She moved faster and quietly cried out, "Oh, Gerry. Oh God, Gerry, oh, oh." "Fuck" He breathed out. Her pussy tighten around him, her movements became jerky. She thrust hard against him, her pussy clenching his cock, squeezing it. Her body quivered, sending vibrations down to his toes, as she climaxed. He soon followed, again his cock jerking inside of her. She leaned her head against his chest, as he stroked her hair, running his hand down her back. They sat still for a moment, catching their breath, letting their pulses slow. "It stopped raining," she opened the truck door. The air blew in and cooled them off, the smell of rain filling the truck cabin. She lifted herself off of him and stepped outside. Bare foot and naked, she had her arms out and spun around and around, her head tilted back breathing in the fresh air. He got out and stretched his arms above his head, not caring that he too was completely naked, except for his socks. He watched her spinning, a smile coming to his face. He'd never seen a woman or met a woman like her. She was beautiful, and sexy, a vibrant, free spirit. He wanted to know all about her. She brought out a hunger in him he didn't know he had. He could easily fall for this woman. She stopped spinning and hugged herself, looking out over the town below her. All was quite. The storm had passed and the crickets were singing again. The moon came out from behind a cloud, and she felt Gerry's arms go around her, as he embraced her. "What are you thinking about, my sweet?" He asked softly as he kissed her temple. "About how quite everything is, no cars going by, no barking dogs, no people yelling at each other, doors slamming shut. I lived in a big city once, I hated it, all the people and the noise. You couldn't hear yourself thinking. Gunshots ringing out, police and fire sirens going by. Kids yelling as they played on the street. Noise, noise, noise. But here, all you hear, are the crickets, and the frogs, and the raining running down the hill, the wind blowing through the trees, the stars singing." "Now you can see, why I'm here." Gerry said. "I felt the same way about the city. Too noisy, too many people. I prefer the small towns, where nothing ever exciting happens. The simple life lived." "The simple life, lived, Yes." Lily sighed and leaned her head back on Gerry's chest, letting the breeze cool their bodies off. Lily shivered. "You're cold." Gerry said, "Come, I've got a blanket." They returned to the truck, Gerry pulling out a blanket from behind the seat, wrapping it around her shoulders. "There now you'll warm up." He lifted her up on the truck seat, she opened the blanket and spread her legs, he stepped into the warmth she offered. She wrapped the blanket and her arms around him. He rested his cheek on her chest, and she placed her chin on top of his head. Stormrider "You know what will warm me up?" She asked, squeezing her legs tightly around him. "Again? Already." He smiled and lifted his head to look at her. She kissed him on the forehead and slid down off the seat. Leaving the blanket behind, she kissed him, pressing her body against his. He smiled, glad his cock was responding. He turned her around, so she was facing the truck seat, his hands caressing her back, her buttocks. He moved his hands around her waist, coming up and cupping her breasts. He squeezed and caressed them, pinching her nipples with his fingers. She sighed, pressing her body against his, slowly moving her hips side to side. She lifted her hair up, he kissed the back of her neck, breathing in her body's perfume. He nuzzled her ear, and bit her earlobe. "Oh Lily, you drive me wild." She pressed her butt against him. He slid is hand down her stomach and his fingers rubbing her clit, pressing in, the little nub hard and sensitive, he could feel her legs shake. He kissed her neck again, and held onto her breast, pressing tightly against her. She moaned as his fingers caressed her. She spread her legs apart and stood up on her tippy toes. "I can't get enough of you." she said. He brought his hand up to her neck, his fingers tracing along her jaw line, he turned her head so he could kiss her lips, then her cheek. Then he pushed her head down toward the seat and bent her body away from him. He entered her from behind. She moaned and clutched the blanket to her. "Yes, Gerry, yes," She moved her hips back and forth. "Harder, Gerry...harder." she cried out. He slammed his cock in as far as he could. Holding on to her hips, thrusting in and out. She found her balance and moved her hips in sync with his. "Oh Gerry!" she cried out, moaning in pleasure. This was madness, he thought, pounding away at her, fucking her tight little cunt. "Lily," He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, he bent over her, pressing her body into the truck seat. "Oh God, Lily. You feel so good. I don't want to stop fucking you." He continued to ram his cock into her. She moaned. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled himself towards her, raising up on his toes. Pushing his cock as deep inside of her as he could. Her body stilled, her knees were weakening. The sensation going throughout her body was numbing her. She climaxed, letting the pleasure waves ripple across her body. He continued ramming his cock, over and over into her. She moaned softly, clenching him inside her. He loved it when she did that, tightening herself around him, squeezing his cock. Back down on his heels, his toes were curling, he was getting dizzy. He made himself last longer, then the other times. He didn't want this to end, his heart was pounding, he could hear his blood rushing past his ears. "Oh Lily," He said one more time, softly. Then he caught his breath and pressed into her as far as he could, his body shuddering, jerking. He had no more to give her, she had taken all of him. He collapsed over her, wrapping his arms under her, holding her tightly. He suddenly had a fear of her not being there, he held on tightly, not wanting to let go. She was his. He didn't want this night to end, he wanted to keep fucking her, every night for the rest of his life. He let out a long deep breath, and closed his eyes. She shifted her weight under him, and slowly he pulled himself out. He moved so she could turn around. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him. "Your lovely and sweet." she whispered. He put his arms around her waist, picking her up spinning her. She squealed with delight as he spun her round and round in the night air. "You're lovely and sweet, my sweet Lily. Just where have you been all my life?" He said with a huge smile on his face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy and alive. He put her down and smoothed her hair. In the moonlight her face was flushed with color, her eyes sparkled like diamonds. He kissed her again, amazed at the turn of events that had just taken place. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the truck. He sat her on the seat and climbed in beside her. She covered them with the blanket and snuggling against his chest. He put his arm around her, running his hand through her hair, moving it away from her face. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. They held each other, falling asleep, exhausted from their love making. The sun woke him and he blinked, looking around, not sure where he was at. Oh yea, now he remembered. He looked over beside him, she wasn't there. He looked around, still no sign of her. He moved the blanket and saw his pants, he scooped them up, putting them on. He got out of the truck, slipping his boots on, stretching when he was done. Where was she, he looked around. There wasn't really any trees around for her to be behind. Maybe she was just below his line of sight. He walked to the edge of the hill, looking over. "Lily?" No answer. "Lily?" He called out again, louder. Nothing, no sound. Panic began to set in. He looked in the truck, her clothes, her shoes were gone. He flung the blanket away, thinking she was hiding under it. Then he noticed her fringed jacket still laying on the dashboard. He grabbed it holding it to his chest. He looked around again, and yelled at the top of his lungs. "Lillllllyyyyyyy!" He ran around the truck, looking in the back. He went towards the water tower, nothing there. The only sound was the far off noise of the little town below him coming awake. He lifted her jacket to his face, he could smell her. He breathed her deeply into his lungs, as if she would some how reappear. But nothing happened, she was gone. Gone as quickly and as quietly as when she appeared. He looked around once more, making sure he wasn't leaving her behind. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. He swung himself behind the wheel and started the engine. He peeled out and drove like a madman into town. Where could she have gone, why did she leave? Not even saying a word, not even to say good-bye, thanks for the memories, thanks for the fuck, now leave me alone. Maybe she just came into town to get something to eat? Why didn't she wake him? He drove to the diner, maybe she was there, sitting at the counter, having a cup of coffee. He would walk in and she would hear the little bell ringing above the door as he entered. She would turn and smile at him and say, 'well about time, sleepy head' laughing and holding her arms out to him. He would scoop her up and twirl her around the room, everybody looking at them. He parked the truck and took a deep breath. He got out and approached the diner door, he put his hand around the doorknob and gave it a twist. The bell jingled as the door opened, the few people there, looked at him. He recognized some, nodding his head, acknowledging them. He looked around the room, nothing. She wasn't here. His heart dropped, he walked to the counter, and sat down. The waitress brought him is usual cup of coffee. He was numb, he wasn't sure what he felt. She was gone, something inside him told her she was. No sense in looking for her. Somehow he knew she wasn't here, gone like the storm that had passed through the night. He gulped his coffee down, the hot liquid burning his throat. He closed his eyes and pictured her, remembering everything he could about last night. Her smile, her eyes, her voice, the way she said his name. He left some change on the counter, and returned to his truck. Sliding in he looked at her jacket laying on the seat. He fingered it lightly. Fuck it! He started the truck and backed out of the parking space. Time to go to his day job. The dream that was her, was gone. Over and gone. Storms The walls were lit with the candles left in the storage room. It was a terrible way for both Drew and Jay to be spending their Friday nights. As usual the weather in the city managed to keep them. The power was out and the entire building was dark. Luckily they found a couple of candles and some food left in the company fridge. Being quarantined in a small dark office led them to finally learning more about each other. Partners in business but world strangers, these two men finally were able to relax and converse. Drew was an older exec that didn't care much for his subordinates. Jay was barely on his second year and struggling to understand the post college world. They were both athletic and testosterone driven which allowed for the ability to open up quickly. As the conversation was prolonged by both interest and hidden desires, Jay couldn't stop but finding himself enthralled with the older man that sat in front of him. The candles highlighted the creases in his laughter, the shape in his form and the innocence and vulnerability in his eyes. Jay was eager and cold. All he wanted was Drew's weight upon him. He wasn't even listening; the fantasies kept running through his head over and over. As Drew finished up the story about his many jobs, he noticed Jay's aloofness. "I hope I'm not boring you Jay." "Of course not.." Drew chuckled and Jay melted. All he wanted now was him. They both began to notice that the air conditioning gave out. Drew began to sweat and smile," Great now we're going to be hot and sweaty." Jay thought, "if only." Luckily Jay was able to keep the conversation going and Drew remembered that he had some vodka and wine in his secret stash. As he got up his impatience with the heat got to him. "Fuck this, I'm going to die if I don't take off some layers. I hope you don't mind, I mean we are all guys here. Feel welcome if you need to as well." Drew began to take his tie off, his shoes and then slowly his pants and button up. All that was left was his tank and boxer briefs. He laid them in close proximity to the corner where Jay was sitting. "I'm going to leave this here in case we get too drunk." As he reached to set his carefully folded clothes, he gently grazed his bulge on Jay's knuckles. He got up and took a candle to look for his mini fridge. As he walked away Jay couldn't keep his mind off the feeling that had just covered his knuckle and the fact that his fantasy was nearly naked. As Drew came back and sat on the floor, the wax fell on Jay's pants. Jay jumped up in pain and Drew became embarrassed and tried to help Jay clean up the stain. Little did he know he kept rubbing Jays bulge. As he kept rubbing it off, Jay became semi-erect and pushed Drew away. "It's fine Drew, I think you got it all off." "I'm so sorry dude. I really didn't mean to. Here lets take a shot." He unscrews the bottle and takes shot after shot. The room got warmer and the storm became harder. By this point Drew had taken off his t-shirt and was completely hammered. He couldn't shut up nor could he stop touching Jay. As Jay became more intoxicated, his inhibitions and desires became less timid. He faked not being able to undress himself that lead to Drew helping him undress. Half bottles of tequila in, they were both on the floor in their boxer briefs. With the candles lighting their physiques. Drew became more and more turned on by Jay's comedic quirkiness. Jay wanted Drew. The bottle of wine became lost in the jungle of Jays clothing and as soon as the first candle turned off, Jay reached for Drew's bulge. Grasping it and not letting go. Drew didn't resist and soon Jay was on top of Drew, kissing and dry humping him. Jay began to make out with him then slowly pecking all the way down to his bulge. The candles all lit out and Drew's cock entered Jay's mouth. Drew became more and more erect inside of him. Jay wrapped his lips around Drew, slowly at first. Tasting all of him, kissing and embracing his balls. Then it became wilder with both of his hands barely reaching half of his cock. Up and down, side-to-side, Drew moaned and ran his hand up and down his back. The thunderstorms became louder and louder and Jay wilder and more controlling. He sat on Drew allowing him to enter his young body. At first Drew was gentle, slowly lifting him up and down. Then Jay became used to his width. They both thrusted in and out, gliding off each other. Embraced together as one, they kissed and giggled. They had fucked the vodka away and soon they were making love. Drew began to rub Jay's hair while kissing his neck, "you're so beautiful." Jay thrusted harder and Drew embraced his forbidden love. They spooned for hours and as the storm settled and the sun came up, they came all over each other and the office. They lay together sticky and wet, with Drew holding Jay. They kissed until they fell asleep. With the sun up in all its glory they both woke up and faced each other. Smiled, giggled and fell back asleep.