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Power Out

By: marybethf



Damn it was cold! For the past few days, temperatures had been in the low 20's, a dash of frozen snow covered the ground from a week ago. Now the weatherman was predicting temperatures would rise a little and we might have a blizzard tonight. I was shivering in my wool sweater, and fleece lined jeans, as I walked around my one bedroom apartment making sure I had things ready just in case the power would go out like it had a dozen times already this month. 'Well that took 30 seconds' I thought to myself with a giggle. 

My small fluorescent lantern sat on the table in front of the couch, my feet resting next to it, the glow of the TV filling the otherwise darkened room. Some stupid movie was on, but not holding my attention at all. Almost drifting off to sleep, the phone rang, and startled me back into reality.

"Hello?"

"Amy? This is your cousin Jan Johnston, your Mom's sister's daughter."

"Oh my God. Jan! Long time no hear from. How are you doing?"

Growing up Jan and I had been close until we moved away when I was 14 or 15. Maybe 'close' didn't quite capture it very well, for me, I hope for her too. Then after my Mom died about 20 years ago, I pretty much lost touch with all my relatives, what few I'd not already lost touch with. Dad had been in a car wreck and died a long time ago and I had never liked any of the relatives on that side of the family, don't think they much liked me either. Don't know why that was.

"Freezing my ass off right now."

"Where are you?"

"I was on my way to California, moving, everything I have is inside the car, and had some car trouble. Thought I remembered you living here, sure hoping so, actually one of the reasons I took a detour. Looked in the phone book, and found your name. Aren't you the lucky one?"

"What? As the winner of a house guest tonight?" I laughed just in case she missed the joke.

"If you don't mind? The car is fixed, but all the motels, all 3 of them, are filled because of the chance of a blizzard. Everyone is pulling off the Interstate early."

"Just a one bedroom place, but I'd love to see you again. Would be like old times. I have a big bed, promise not to bite."

"Feels like at least a 'one dog night'.

"Glad to be your dog tonight."

I gave her directions and she promised to call if she got lost.

There was a knock on the door and I flipped on the ceiling light. I opened the door, standing a little behind it to shield myself from the cold. I didn't even take time to look at her, the wind was howling, filling the place up with icy cold air.

"Get your sweet little frozen ass in...." I didn't finish before the lights went out. A quick glance and I saw the whole neighborhood was dark, I mean really dark.

I reached out and touched her. "Take my hand and I'll lead you." We walked, slowly, hand in hand, through the dark the 10 feet or so to the couch. "Stop. Let me turn on my lantern."

"No, wait. I want to hug you in the dark so I can remember what it was like as kids when the lights would go out. Remember how scared I used to get and you would 'protect me'? Keep me safe from the monsters that were under the bed?"

She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. It felt so good. Her hands slid down my arms, across the soft wool.

My right arm wrapped around her neck and I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her lips. Something we had done many times as girls. Sure we had a few boyfriends, not many, but Jan and I had been special to each other. We stood for a while, hugging and kissing, just letting the wonderful memories of long ago flood back into our awareness.

I leaned over and flipped the lantern on; a bright white light flooded the room. It had been such a long time, long, long time. We were now both in our late 40's. Time had been okay looks wise to both of us. Still were both slim, her long hair was graying, mine still brown with a little gray starting to show. Maybe not knockouts to most, but to me, she was still just as lovely as I'd remembered.

I pulled on her hand. "Come sit next to me. I'm dying to hear all about you. You and John still together?"

"That was a short lived marriage. He ran off with some bimbo after a few years. Just as well, he never could satisfy me in bed. Guess you spoiled me way back when. Don't know what this little chick saw in him, maybe just money. My God, you look so good Amy! Wow!"

"Sorry about John. No ... never married. Have had a few guys that I hung out with, nothing serious, just some good fucks once in awhile. There were a few women, little serious, but nothing that lasted all that long. While it did, it was good."

"Have to pee. Mind?"

"Let me show you where. I can hold the lantern."

"Just like the old days."

I carried the lantern as she followed me into my bedroom.

"This is a cute place. Very nice from what I can see right now."

"Yeah. I like it. Been here maybe 2 years. Let me just stand and hold the light for you." I leaned against the doorframe, lantern in my right hand. As she turned, her back now to the wall, the light illuminated her face in the otherwise darkened room. I just looked, said nothing, just looked.

"I remember how you used to like to watch me do certain things." Jan slowly pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles, wiggled her bottom a little to tease me, then sat on the toilet.

"God, how I liked to watch you masturbate." I could hear the urine splash in the water, and then stop. As she reached for the toilet paper, I asked, "Can I?"

She rolled some together and handed it to me, then parted her legs.

After a slow wipe, I dropped it in the toilet, then slid my finger through where I'd just wiped. I looked in her eyes; the radiance was over powering.

She grabbed my wrist and moved it, forcing my finger to be pressed a little harder, a little more forcefully, against her. Her face scrunched looking like she was having an orgasm. "Still nice, you know, ... after all these years."

"Wish we hadn't lost touch. Leave those there and come here."

Jan slipped the clothes from around her ankles over her shoes, stood, wearing just her sweater, took the lantern from me, and held my hand.

"Anywhere you want to go sweetie. I'm in your spell."

Through the harsh light of the lantern, I lead her to the bed and sat down. She walked back to the wall and put the lantern on the floor behind the chair so the light would reflect up the wall and across the ceiling. Then she joined me on the bed.

"I feel like I'm a kid again." Jan kissed me on the ear, the neck, and then a lingering soft kiss on the lips.

"I know. I was just thinking about that. It's been 35 years, but it feels like just yesterday." I put my hand over her chest; letting it slide across her breasts. Even though her sweater, it still felt good to me.

"Oh babe, I'm so hot suddenly. Sure the furnace is not working?"

"Maybe it's just my beauty?" I laughed.

"Amy, you don't know what you are doing to me with your touch." She reached down and pulled my sweater and t-shirt up and over my head in one slow motion. "Still don't wear bras. Nice." She leaned down and without touching anything else, she put her lips over my nipple and began to lick and suck it.

I leaned my head back and moaned. "Oh fuck me Jan. Just take me like a horny teenager." I fell backwards onto the bed and smiled at her.

She unfastened my jeans and pulled them down over my hips and knees. "Baby! Forgotten how lovely you were down here. Soft smooth skin. I like it bare the way you have it now." Without even getting my jeans over my feet, she scooped a fingertip through my pussy lips and licked her finger. "Shit! You still taste so good."

I knew I could hardly wait, but I begged, "Please take our shoes off."

Jan sat up, finished removing any remaining pieces of clothing, and then lay back down next to me.

I laid on my right side. Lightly, tenderly, I stroked the side of her face with my hand while looking into her eyes, those blue eyes I loved to look at so many years ago. I touched my lips to hers in barely perceptible kisses, all across her mouth, one way, and then back a few times. Her lips had always been one of my most favorite parts of her body; I could kiss and nibble on them for hours.

"Touch me everywhere." she whispered in my ear, and then nibbled on my ear lobe.

Without the electricity, the room grew colder as time passed; but I, no we became hotter. I was almost tempted to open a window a few times. As much passion as was raging though my body, I still just wanted us to continue touching, stroking, gently kissing each other, the way were. That was one of the joys of being with another woman, one I'd come to savor over the years, the slow long foreplay, the lack of a rush, no hurry, the fact that little imperfections age can provide us has less meaning. I was in heaven as we explored each other's body once again, after so many years.

Morning light filled the room, the battery in the lantern seemed dead, dead once again, the heater now working again, Jan's head rested over the space between my legs, her mound against my nose, an interesting aroma filling my senses, better than the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. I moved my head slightly and kissed her protruding clit, then warped my lips around it and tenderly sucked it like a nipple.

She moved her hips, at first just a little, then again. "Good morning love. What a nice way to be awakened."

"Well ... it was just there pointing at me when I woke up. What else was I to do?"

"Careful, doing that may make it impossible for me to leave."

"Oh damn!" I giggled. "I don't want you to go Jan. Stay. Please stay."

Power Outage



Feedback to this story is greatly welcomed and I always reply.

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It was late and I was running late as I drove through the darkness for a night out with Greg. We had been introduced about a year ago because he was a good friend with my then girlfriend, Brenda. Brenda had also been the one to inform me Greg was gay and known as quite a player. Soon, however, Brenda & I had amicably parted ways but we all stayed close friends. I was tired of worrying about making relationships work so I enjoyed taking some down time and just enjoy the company of friends.

Greg and I began hanging out and he openly discussed his lifestyle when questioned. Soon I admitted my own bisexual tendencies when free and single. I'm not sure if our "hanging out" constituted dating but until this night, it was all plutonic. I arrived at Greg's house around 9:30, the plan had been to go see a movie but it was too late so we decided to watch a DVD instead. Greg poured two glasses of wine and we enjoyed light conversation but with a hint of awkwardness. We were both in the same mood but both too nervous to suggest what we were thinking. Several glasses of wine later we started the movie and the tension had calmed until, flash, the power went out and the low rumble of thunder rolled from far away. I walked to the back sliding door and stared into the blue gray night. Though it was dark I could see the light bottoms of the leaves flickering in the wind. I've always loved watching storms so I opened the door to the patio.

The rush of wind nearly took my breath away as I walked to the railing, I could barely make out the tree line at the edge of the fields that bordered Greg's home. With no power whatsoever the darkness was encompassing. I heard Greg walking toward me but I didn't turn around. I felt him close behind me, and soon his hands were beside mine on the railing. When I didn't resist, he knew he had me for the night. I felt my own heart quickening as another strong gust of wind whipped around us. Greg embraced me, his warmth felt comforting in the storm.

"You heart is pounding." Greg said softly "You're excited."

"Maybe" I said with a smirk.

"Shhhhh ..." He whispered in my ear. "You won't regret this."

Greg began gliding his hands over my chest while unfastening my buttons. I closed my eyes, listening to the hissing sounds of the wind through the grass. He pulled me closer as our bodies seemed to merge. He began kissing my neck and tugging at my shirt to kiss my shoulders. I was frozen in the excitement and anxiety of what was happening, it had been years since my last experience with another man and even then it was a brief encounter. Greg kissed and suckled my earlobe and I audibly sighed in pleasure. This excited Greg and his hands moved south. He began slowly sliding his palm downward, pressing my cock against my leg, then alternately gripping then squeezing then stroking in a subtle way that, combined with his kisses, would make any man want more. I was very, very aroused. I pulled my body slightly away and turned a little to give him better access. When doing so, my head turned slightly too and I opened my eyes. Our eyes met as did our lips. Soft little pecks on the lips at first, then, using his free hand to cradle my head, I was kissed in earnest. His tongue met mine and swirled pleasantly for a few moments before he broke the kiss. I had to admit he was a good kisser which left me breathless and weak in the knees. We kissed again, less eagerly this time as Greg removed his hand from my cock and held my hand for a moment. Then, to my surprise, he placed both of our hands on my own cock and resumed stroking. If he wanted to feel me masturbate, I would oblige.

With my free hand I loosened my belt and zipper letting our hands plunge into the warm confines of my slacks. I began stroking myself faster, my head was spinning and my breath ragged. I was afraid I was going to cum, I knew I had to stop or prematurely ruin the fun. I mentally recomposed myself and pulled our hands free, quickly finding Greg's muscular thigh. I moved my hand to his groin and though still semi flaccid, I could tell he was big "No wonder he was so popular with the boys" I thought to myself. Both of us were snapped out of our bliss as the first cold drops of rain began to pelt us. We dashed for the living room where Greg had already lit a few candles.

Greg was greedy now as he easily shed me of my already loosened clothing, I didn't resist. As my slacks fell to the floor I finished removing my shirt for him. A large mirror was placed above his mantle and I saw myself in the soft golden light of Gregs living room. It was an incredible turn-on seeing myself standing in only my tight silk boxer briefs, the pink shiny material outstretched by my own erection. Greg was behing me, his hands roaming my chest, belly, thighs ... my entire body. Then he pulled me close before playfully, but a little forcefully, shoving me into his deep leather sofa. Neither of us had bothered to fully close the sliding door and the flickering candles created a surreal glow to the scene as Greg quickly stripped from his own attire. 

Greg couldn't deny his own excitement as his hard cock finally sprung free. I stared in anticipation, he had to be seven or more inches long, cut, smooth, straight and curved nicely upward to his plump and perfectly shaped head. Greg just stood there until our eyes finally met. I felt a little embarrassed as a grin crossed his face. "I've seen that look before" he paused "though it's been a while." I smiled too and nearly laughed in delight as a funny thought struck me, his cock looked almost comical, bouncing around in front of him as he approached. As if it was leading the way toward its target. Greg stood before me then leaned down, placing his hands beside me and we kissed again ... and again.

Finally Greg took the lead and straddled me, placing his knees next to my hips. My heart was beginning to pound again, I held his hard cock in my hand, lightly squeezing and stroking it as I slid my hand over its length. I could feel its heat radiating unto my face. I admired the feel of his thick spongy head which my hand could barely fit around. Greg leaned further over me, resting his hands on the back of the sofa. Though in a dominant position, he patiently let me explore. His pubic hair was shaved to a small patch and his balls were cleanly shaven. I cupped them, they seemed so large and full. "It's been a few days" Greg said as if he were reading my mind. Deviant thoughts flashed through my mind, I wanted to watch him come, I wanted to jerk him off feverishly until he exploded onto my hairless chest. But I made him wait.

I began to kiss his shaft, sliding my tongue along its side. Greg moved his cock to my lips, wanting more. I traced the head with my tongue but paused, I gently squeezed his dick as I lifted it and moved my attentions to his swollen balls ... lapping at them lightly. Greg groaned in pleasure and eagerness as he began slowly thrusting his hips and fucking my hand. I moved my mouth back to his head, using my right hand to guide it toward my lips while my left hand landed upon his hip. Then, With no real effort I simply relaxed my jaws and his cock slipped past my lips, sliding into my wanting mouth.

"Mmmm, yeah" Greg involuntarily whispered.

I placed both hands on his hips as I savored the feel of his cock in my mouth. I let him slide deeper into me before pulling back a little. Instinctively I repeated this process until I felt him at the back of my throat. I squeezed Greg's ass and was rewarded with a moan of satisfaction as one of his hands landed behind my head. Greg began the gentle, rocking thrusts again. He was enjoying himself, possibly too much, and Soon he was banging the back of my throat, trying for more penitration than I could give him. I had to grab his cock to regain control then stop for a moment to catch my breath and rest my jaw but I continued to lick his head and shaft. I plunged back unto him again but this position was beginning to feel too stuffy.

"Trade places" I said.

Greg immediately rolled off of me. This time I lay on top of him as I regained my composure. Greg kissed me deeply, and now squeezed my ass, alerting me to my own need for pleasure. His tongue was a soft relaxing break for my aching jaws. I whimpered in excitement as our bodies pressed tighter together, his cock jabbing my belly. My arms wrapped around Greg's neck and my legs were spread wide as I stradled my new lover.

"What do you want?" Greg asked

"I want to finish" I replied.

Greg smiled and melted back into the sofa as I assumed the position, dropping to my knees and nestling between his legs. His cock pointed solidly upward as I gripped the base of it, making eye contact with Greg as my lips enveloped his moistened rod. Even though my mouth was filled with his manhood, I felt in control. Greg moaned and thrust his hips as my mouth slid up and down, rushing to satisfy him. I closed my eyes and let the saliva flow, letting it lubricate his cock where my hand pumped up and down in opposing rhythm to my mouth. The sound of splattering rain outside mixed with the wet sounds of our pleasure. Greg's hands intertwined in my long hair, gently controlling my pace. I stopped to play with his balls again. "Please don't stop" Greg said in a desperate voice but I ignored him. I was enjoying my own selfish pleasures, his balls were still full but tighter against his body. I squeezed his hot, wet cock against my cheek as my tongue swirled gingerly around his testicles ... I knew the moment was close.

I resumed sucking Greg and I could sense him straining to hold his release. His hips were still gyrating but more randomly and for the first time I began making humming sounds of pleasure. This pushed Greg over the edge. I was taking him deep and didn't hear if he tried to give warning when his cock first twitched and throbbed. I pulled back, letting his cock head rest on my tongue, squeezing it with my mouth, clenching his hips with both hands. His cock swelled ... then burst it's load, his taste pouring over my tongue. Greg's throbs were quick and powerful, each pulse bringing a thick stream of cum. Yet, I kept my lips sealed around his member and began jerking him off. When the orgasm slowed to completion I pulled away and swallowed two or three times, trying to clear my throat. Both of speechless as I finished licking and sucking him spotless until he was soft again. I rested my head on his belly as we both recovered. Even tough my mouth was still pasted with his scent, Greg pulled me toward him for one last deep kiss.

Without a word I made my way to the kitchen to get a drink as I contemplated my own aching need. I gave little notice of the headlights coming down the street until I realized the car was slowing. I looked out the window and recognized Brenda's car pulling into Greg's driveway. This would prove to be a titillating night of firsts and it wasn't even midnight yet.



Power Outage



He walked her to her door to make sure she got in okay. She was fumbling with her keys on the way to her door but he wasn't sure if it was because she had had too much to drink or if she was her usual clumsy self.

"You're sure you're okay," he pressed, watching her try to get the key into the lock.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. "I told you, I'm fine. I'm buzzed but I'm not drunk. It's hard to get the key in when it's dark like this."

He stepped forward. "Here, let me try."

She handed him the keys rather than argue. Buzzed or not, she always had trouble with that lock.

Of course, it took him two seconds before he swung the door open and stepped in, hand outstretched for the light switch.

He flipped the light on easily, having been to her apartment thousands of times, but this time, there was no light coming on after he flipped the switch.

"Light bulb might be dead," he offered as she crossed the room in the dark to the lamp beside the couch.

She tried it. No lights came on.

"Nope," she shrugged, "The power's out. Great."

He could hear her throw her purse down on the couch and came back towards the front door where some street light illuminated the entrance to her home. He heard her chuckle.

"Thanks for bringing me home," she smiled, "As always, another fun night."

"No problem," he offered, already feeling tired behind his eyes.

"See ya later," she said, stepping in to hug him goodbye.

As they stepped close to each other in the dark, their lips brushed unintentionally. They both pulled back chuckling awkwardly. They'd never kissed in all the years they knew each other. 

"Sorry about that," she said casually, leaning in to hug him and not make a big deal about it.

This time, she turned her head just in case and sure enough, in the dark, his lips brushed her ear as he hugged her. 

She pulled away slowly, now wondering if he had done it on purpose.... though this wasn't like him. He'd never made a move on her before... though maybe she was thinking too much into it. She wouldn't deny, however, how good just those little brushes of his lips felt on her. 

As she stood back, his hands stayed on her back, not holding her to him but not letting her step farther away. 

"Okay, okay, I'm going," he said laughing, trying to downplay kissing each other in the dark. 

He pulled her in for another hug and this time both their heads were turned, avoiding another awkward accidental kiss.

Relieved, she realized he hadn't done anything on purpose and even felt embarrassed that she considered such a thought. They were friends. But then again... she hadn't expected his lips to feel that good... and to think about what those lips would feel like again. She wondered if these thoughts were only coming to her because she was buzzed.

Their hug lasted longer than usual and when she pulled back, she didn't go far, close enough to feel his breath on her ear. Just like his lips, his warm breath felt good. 

Carefully, she turned her face to his. Her face was still tilted down, sure that if she looked up at him, he'd kiss her.

His deepening breath assured it. 

She tried to think for a second, tried to think if she wanted to do it, to let him kiss her... but her head was cloudy with alcohol and wonder.

He was still, holding her where she was, hesitating as much as she was. 

He heard her swallow and he leaned in, tilting her face up to meet his, lips descending on hers carefully, still waiting for an adverse reaction.

She looked up to meet his lips, finding them warm and soft, his hands on her back and waist tightening slightly as his tongue touched hers, tentative and cautious.

Her hands that had been resting on his arms after their hug, slid up along his arms to his shoulders and then to around his neck just as carefully, feeling as if at any moment, he'd pull away and leave. 

Her pulse pounded in her veins and her breathing was shallow, as if any deeper, it would shatter the moment, jar them both back to reality. 

He continued to kiss her, lips hot on his, as his hands gently brought her to him. Carefully, slowly, his hands on her hips drew her to his, pulling her against him where she swore she could feel him already hard, tight, and ready. 

He hadn't planned this but now that it was unfolding, he wouldn't stop it.

Breathing deeply now, feeling her chest tighten with the thought of possibilities, his hands slid up along her back, bringing her chests against his, pressing her full body against him. 

A gentle gasp escaped her throat as she leaned up, capturing his lips, bringing his head down to meet her, fingers curling into his hair. She'd never been this close to his warm, solid body.

A moan from him mimicked hers as he gripped her closer to him, lips working over hers, tongue entwining with hers.

Untangling her arm from him, she reached out and shut the front door, a move so bold she was proud of herself and it made him press his hips closer to hers, his hardness grinding against her.

Matching her boldness but not detaching from her lips, he began to walk them carefully towards her bedroom, still hoping it wouldn't be the final move that toppled this all over.

Instead, she began pulling him with her, his daring actions making her pulse speed faster, blood pounding in her ears. She never thought she'd feel his lips on hers, his body against her like this or that she'd like it. 

She pulled him back with her onto her bed in the darkness with not even an alarm clock to illuminate what was happening. Perhaps if there had been light, this wouldn't be happening.

His hand was beside her, holding himself up, while the other slid under her back, sliding her up the bed so he could join her on it, lips finding their way down her neck in the dark, cool air.

His legs slid between hers, pressing his erection into her warmth, making her writhe and arch underneath him. He ground himself into her, pressing, and rubbing, giving her that delicious friction. 

His lips worked down her collarbone, a sensitive spot she loved to be kissed. Her hands slid over his back, pulling him to her, his mouth hot on her skin. Her chest heaved as his lips explored, her hips pressing into his. 

She didn't want to say his name, didn't want to acknowledge that she was in bed with her friend, wanted to keep it in the dark and not say it out loud... but she wanted him. And he knew it.

His hands traced down her sides to the bottom of her shirt, tugging at it, pulling it free as he lifted himself over her and slipped it off, settling back down against her.

She could feel his warm skin through his shirt, his lips back on her collarbone, licking and sucking down to the top of her breasts, feeling her pulse and biting gently.

Her hands grasped at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him, breathing becoming uncontrollable, thinking of only his skin on hers.

Before her hands succeeded in removing his shirt, he did it for her, tossing it away and sliding his stomach along hers, her bra brushing his nipples, making him twinge hard.

She moaned, his hot skin on hers, bringing his face up to meet her, lips colliding, tongues sliding. He groaned into her throat, hands sliding around her back, painfully hard erection throbbing against her.

The friction was exquisite but still she wanted more. Her hands fumbled at his jeans and he rolled off her so he could slide them off, fingers on hers just as fast, the sounds of their ragged breathing urging them both on. 

He pulled off the rest of her clothing eagerly, slipping her bra off her, his clothes joining hers on the floor.

Her hands were on his skin, pulling back to her again, knees knocking as she moved to accommodate him, every touch heightened in the dark.

"God, I want you so bad," he murmured against her ear, desperation in his voice.

His legs slid along hers, his erection bumping higher and higher up her thigh until it pressed where she was hot and wet.

She moaned, hips tilting up to him, begging him for it, pulling at his shoulders to make him get closer.

"How bad?" she murmured back, breathless.

He didn't respond. He was painfully hard, as if his skin would burst if he wasn't inside her.

He pressed and felt her warm wetness give way, making her gasp and her back arch to him. He slid, one tight, excruciatingly hot inch at a time, groaning through his teeth, back bowed, nestled tight against her.

She could feel every ridge, every bump of his smooth thickness stroking her deep. She could feel the pressure in him and it throbbed inside her, touching the deepest part.

He slid out and returned into her hard, shivering, her hips rising up to meet him. His body slid along hers, rubbing, getting in her deep. God, she wanted this.

She shivered underneath him, nipples hard as his chest slid over hers, hands gripping him and pulling him closer, wanting more.

Suddenly, he pulled away from her, sliding out of her, on his knees before her. Finding her hand in the dark, he pulled her up and off the bed with him without a word.

Confused and still wanting his hot thickness inside her, her hands found his shoulders, his erection throbbing against her hip. 

Before she could get closer, he turned her, hands on her hips, and bent her over the bed, her hands holding herself up.

His hands held her hips steady as he grasped himself and ran the head of his cock up and down her, sliding her moisture along himself and spreading it over her. 

He began to press into her again and she pushed back against him, back arched as he slid his way in. She moaned when his hips met her butt. This angle was so much deeper, so much sharper. So much better.

He began to rock against her and she pushed back to meet him. His hand gripped her hip and her hand reached back to cover his and to steady herself. He entwined his fingers in hers and slid into her hard, holding her up, feeling her push her hips back to meet him. 

He started pumping faster, harder and he felt the tingling that he was close. Still feeling her push her hips back hungrily, his hand slid down across her hip, under her, touching her, and teasing her while the other hand stayed entangled with hers on her hip. 

A gasp fell from her throat, his fingers touching her in such a sensitive area, rubbing her as he continued to slide into her with such momentum she had trouble thinking. 

As he stroked her, he could feel her tighten around him, tighter, tighter, painfully tight until she cried out and finished shuddering under him, gasping for breath.

Smiling to himself, he put both hands on her hips, drew himself out, and slid back in, this time, picking his pace and driving into her, surprised to feel her start to push back against her again.

He pumped into her fast and hard, faster, faster, until he burst, seeing white and his whole body feeling numb, shuddering, and holding her still.

Catching his breath, he chuckled, sliding out of her and helping her stand up.

He was thankful the power was still out so they didn't have to look each other awkwardly in the eye.

He reached out and pulled her, still breathless, to him and wrapped his arms around her, still in awe of what they just did. Her heart pounded and the blood started to retreat from her ears, still too satisfied to feel awkward.

Stepping away, his arms fell around her waist as he pulled her into bed with him.

"I'd better stay here until your power comes back on," he said playfully.



Power Outage



Note: This story is purely adult entertainment; it's also my National Nude Day contest entry. It has explicit descriptions of masturbation and lesbian sex. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough to legally. The story is fiction; any resemblance of this character to anyone is coincidental. 

OOoOO

My alarm clock beeped loudly. I slapped the switch, sat up, and turned on the light.

Except I didn't, because the light didn't come on. I listened for my fan, the compressor of my fridge, anything that needed electricity. Steady rainfall was the only sound to be heard. For the third time this year, I had no power.

I was displeased. I had 45 minutes to get ready for work and I was going to have to do without electricity. What really irritated me about this blackout was that this storm only had heavy rain. There were no high winds and no lightning. The utility company just didn't feel like using the money we paid them to update the failing infrastructure. My town had about 4500 residents. I guessed we would have to complain louder if we wanted reliable service.

I had candles and flashlights. What I didn't have was a working stove, microwave, or well pump. (Our town doesn't provide water; dwellings and businesses have wells.) In other words, I had no food or water.

I wanted breakfast, but I could probably get that at a convenience store. However, there was no way I was going to work without a shower.

Using one of my small LED flashlights, I found the matches and lit a couple of candles. I looked in my closet and dresser and picked out clothes for the day.

I opened my top drawer and picked out my lingerie.

Okay, I could get ready for work. All I needed was for the power to come on again. Right now would be good....

How long could I wait for it? What options were there? Without electricity, I was about as paralyzed as any modern American citizen would be. My supervisor wouldn't like me being late, but there was nothing to be done.

...While I sat in my most comfortable chair and listened to the rain, my brain turned over the problem again and again. What was in the lowest drawer of my dresser? Old shirts, old shorts, old pants--all ready to be used as clothing for dirty, messy jobs. Next to the worn, stained, or threadbare clothes were my three swimsuits.

...Still I sat, listening to the rain. It was particularly loud toward the rear of the house, right outside the porch. The west half of the porch roof met the north half of the main roof there, making a valley. The south half of the roof had gutters. The north half didn't. Water that funneled to the northwest roof junction poured in a torrent along that valley every time it rained.

...It was unorthodox, but I had a shower!

As I gathered my shampoo, conditioner, and towels from the bathroom, I thought about the idea. It wouldn't be too cold; this was early summer. I wouldn't be too exposed; I sunbathed in my backyard pretty often and I would wear one of the swimsuits I wore when I was tanning. There was no reason not to try using the spout that formed in the rain. It would be like a beach shower.

I got into my smallest bikini, picked up my bundle of shower supplies, and went to the back porch.

The neighborhood looked pretty deserted. Rainwater was rushing from the roof valley and splashing forcefully on the square slab of concrete that stood under the step that led to the wooden decking of the porch. I pulled one of the little wicker tables over to the porch's screen door and piled my stuff on the table.

I opened the screen door and stepped into the rain.

The water was cool, but not cold. The power of the rainwater was amazing; it was much more forceful than my shower. The water crashed onto my hair and body like it was trying to give me a deep tissue massage.

--Exhilarating! In a word, it felt wonderful.

Not just my hair, my entire body was soaking wet in moments. I stepped out of the stream of water and lathered my light brown hair--then most of my body--with shampoo. The suds didn't seem to get as thick as usual: was that because of the rainwater? I stepped eagerly back under the flow.

Rinsing had never gone so quickly! The soapy bubbles washed away immediately. I ran my hands through my hair, enjoying the feeling of the rushing stream on my scalp and hands. I ran my fingers along my arms, then down my torso, finally along each leg. The rain felt great splashing freely against my back.

I felt completely alive. Turning toward the house, I furtively slipped my fingers under the little cups of my swimsuit--to make sure my breasts were really rinsed, I told myself. Thrills of bliss shot through my core while I massaged my large breasts and swollen, throbbing nipples.

(Too bad the utility company didn't have wires hooked up to me; I was producing surges of electrical energy!)

My right hand wandered lower of its own accord. The storm of sensations was carrying my consciousness with it. My fingers got busy under the stretchy cloth of my spandex-and-nylon swimsuit bottom. I teased my sensitive spots for a few long, delicious seconds.

Remembering what I was supposed to be doing, I got my conditioner and put it in my short, thick chestnut brown hair. I let the cool water splash all over my back for a couple of minutes. I stroked my exposed skin lightly and infrequently, not wanting to be too naughty, in case someone was watching. But the better it felt, the bolder my caresses grew.

I turned my back to the porch door and stepped back under the stream of collected rain. I rinsed the conditioner out of my shoulder-length hair.

My eyes darted to and fro across the small expanse of lawns and buildings in the neighborhood. I'm slightly myopic--and I don't wear my glasses while I shower, of course--but I was pretty confident that there was no one around. It was me and nature, me and the rushing water. I glanced around again. Not a soul could be seen.

Two simple bow knots (one behind my neck, the other in the center of my back) fastened my string bikini top. I tugged the trailing ends of the lower knot. I felt the strings slowly go slack. Leaving the other knot, I pulled the bathing suit top over my head.

My nerve endings approved of the change; I shivered with delight. Dreamily, I put my forefingers and thumbs under the sides of my tiny swimsuit bottoms. My body wanted this. I wasn't going to deny it.

The last article of clothing I was wearing slid along my slightly parted legs and fell onto the concrete surface beneath it. The skimpy bottom landed softly. I moved my feet to make sure I wouldn't trip on it.

Now this was a shower! My hands glided on my rain-slicked skin, exciting all of my body's nerves. The long, lazy motions grew gradually shorter and faster as my fingertips began to take spiral routes to my breasts and my pussy.

Damn, this was glorious--but what if someone saw? My eyes reluctantly opened again. Nothing; I was in the middle of downpour in a deserted landscape.

Pet me, my clit silently screamed!

Well, this shower had been so fast that I did have some extra time. Why not indulge my naughty little button?

Using hardly any pressure, I set my fingers on my mound and circled gently. My eyelids closed again, prompting me to concentrate on the sensations I felt on my skin.

The pink nub between my lower lips buzzed happily. It bulged to full size, so that it poked from under its thin hood. My slippery middle finger strummed my clitoris, making direct contact.

I don't know what noise I made: it seemed like a gurgling groan from deep in my throat. My knees knocked into each other, but fortunately they didn't buckle. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth. I heard my blood pounding through my arteries. The primal energy of the body's instinctive desire surged in my chest and exploded through my loins.

Orgasm shook me to the marrow. I threw back my head and howled like a she-wolf. (That's probably not true, actually; the sound was probably much quieter and less penetrating--but in that moment, it seemed like the perfect expression of the wild beast within.) The rain beat on my up-turned brow, adding more sensation to my earth-moving climax.

For several seconds, I stood in the deluge, face toward the sky, gingerly using my fingers to extend the ecstasy of my sated pussy. At last, I lowered my face and opened my eyes.

There was movement! Behind the plexiglass patio door of the house kitty-corner to mine, the drawn blinds jiggled. I'd been seen.

On any other morning, I would have panicked and fled the scene. But on any other morning, I wouldn't have stripped butt-naked and jilled off in the driving rain.

Instead of being frightened or ashamed, I responded with an overwhelming sexual hunger.

I had once gone to the "adult parties" section of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The atmosphere had been frantic, almost desperate. The need to belong, the need to feel and be felt, to see and be seen--I had been self-conscious and drunk and I know I was not the only one. I'd made choice after choice after choice based on how I thought the people with me would perceive me. Superficial...artificial....

This morning was totally different. Not only was I not self-conscious, I was not thinking at all. Submerged animal impulses had possessed me. I was driven by the raw sensual power of the storm and the amazing satisfaction of my body. I wanted to share this revelation with my watcher.

I dashed through my backyard and through the Janis' backyard, up the steps to their patio, right to their door. I rapped on the synthetic glass.

There was no answer, so I rapped again. Then I tried the handle.

The door slid open with squeak of rubber on rubber. At that instant, the blinds rose quickly. I found myself face-to-face with a short, wide-eyed Indian woman, the cord of the blinds still clasped in her hand. She had been about to open the door for me. She was caught in my eyes, frozen where she stood.

Naked and dripping, I took one decisive step forward. I put my hands on her shoulders.

The young woman was trembling in my arms. She said something quietly, but I don't speak anything but English, and I guessed she didn't speak anything but Hindi. (Or was it Gujarati she was speaking? My neighborhood is about half German-descended American and half Indian-descended American, so I know a bit about western India.)

I grinned ravenously at the little woman with the deep brown eyes. I bent forward, kissing her magenta-painted lips. I tangled my fingers in the soft yellow, orange, and red clothing she wore.

The cloth that covered her head fell to her waist, revealing a mass of long, thick, wavy black hair. I was surprised that it was not a separate cloth, but a drape like a hood made from one end of her exceptionally long garment. (It seemed that she was wearing a modern sari. We have plenty of stores that sell clothing for Indian women; that's why I know what some of it's called.)

The petite woman stared into my eyes, like a frog staring at a snake.

That wouldn't do! I took her wrists and placed her hands on my waist, just above my hips. I pulled back from our kiss and smiled a much warmer, more inviting smile.

After untucking the folded part of her brightly-colored sari, I unwound the cloth slowly. I let the sari fall to the tiled floor. I hugged the smaller woman to me and began kissing her again. This time, I kissed not only her mouth, but her cheeks, her neck, her pierced nose, and her pierced ears.

She shyly kissed me back: infrequently and lightly at first....

Her delicate hands began to stroke my flanks very lightly.

She was clad now only in her chaniya (a thin, slip-like petticoat) and her choli (a tight, cropped, blouse-like undergarment). I stood back and looked at her body. She was voluptuously lovely: probably 10 to 15 lbs. (4.5 to 7 kg) overweight, and she wore it very well. Her cutely plump abdomen sported a teardrop-shaped piercing; in its center was a sapphire, outlined with tiny white diamonds. Her hips were wide and curvaceous. The bottoms of the generous globes of her breasts peeked from under her short choli.

I looked back at her face and saw that she'd been studying my body in return. She blushed a little when she looked into my eyes again.

Taking her dainty hands, I led her to the still-open patio door. She hesitated for a moment.

I bent and reverently kissed the knuckles of each hand. She was wearing five rings; one on each finger of her right hand and one on the ring finger of her left hand. I made sure to press my lips to the spots just above and below all her rings. As I straightened up again, I gazed into her eyes, willing her to trust me.

Tugging her gently with me, I stepped back onto the patio. She gasped, feeling the cool rain pummeling her. My arms were around her again in a moment, embracing her with warmth. I moved my mouth to her neck, then to her ear, kissing and nibbling. At one point, I could feel her pulse racing under my tongue.

The small Indian woman tilted her head and closed her eyes. She was giving me permission.

Sliding my fingers under the hem of her choli, I tugged the soaked and clinging crop-top up past her chest, all the way along her arms--which she extended upward and toward me--and off her body. I folded her into a tighter embrace than before. Her breasts were very large for her height and they felt quite pleasant squishing against mine. Her conical milk-chocolate-colored nipples were hard and felt even harder when contrasted with the soft flesh of her tits.

Something I hadn't expected happened then. She got on her tip-toes and kissed my mouth. She put her arms around my back and held tightly to me.

My hands roamed her curvy sides and back. I reached her chaniya and started undoing the two knots that kept it around her waist.

Then she was as naked as I was.

This pretty little woman kissed me over and over. I pushed firmly yet gently, positioning her in front of a lounge chair. The cool wetness of the rain and the hot wetness of our mouths made my pussy begin yearning for attention again. But I was concerned with my new friend at the moment. I sat her in the chair and slid quickly along her bare skin until my lips reached her ornamented belly button. I ran my tongue around her piercings before kissing and licking the whole area. My hands traveled upward and started fondling her pillowy breasts.

Her fingers, meanwhile, alternated between combing through my shoulder-length hair and massaging my neck and scalp.

I moved upward, locking my lips around one of her huge, tasty-looking nipples. While my fingers toyed with one, I sucked and kissed the other--

--And I got another surprise. At first, I couldn't identify the strange taste; it was kind of tangy, like sour cream, but it was thinner--oh my goodness, it was milk! Her milk!

I hadn't had a taste of breast milk since I was a baby. It felt so...taboo, perhaps? I'd been excited before, but my libido went into overdrive. My right hand flew to my cunt and began diddling my clit. I sucked and gulped, drinking my new lover's milk: I disliked the taste, but nursing felt so unbelievably good! My rational mind considered her lactation while I drank. Was it possible that she hadn't weaned her toddler yet? But the girl was two years old, wasn't she?

This wonderful young woman might well be pregnant with another child.

My pussy quivered at the thought. An intense orgasm crashed through my body.

I'd never known desire this strong. I got down on hands and knees, then sank lower until I was sitting on my heels. I urged the petite woman's thighs apart. I pulled one of her legs around my back and tossed the other one over my shoulder and I slid down to my neighbor's puffy labia. I heard her squeak with surprise and pleasure.

Her soft, dark brown pussy hair was completely matted down thanks to the rain. I caressed her pretty little twat for a minute with two fingers. Then I dove in and began to slurp. I used my lips, my tongue, and--very carefully--even my teeth to make this a cunnilingus performance for the ages. She began to heave and rock under me. The pounding rain diluted her pussy juice, but I could still taste it, tangy and hot and mellow. I piloted her to an orgasm, gave her a minute to relish it, then gave her another one. Her reactions, the sounds she made, the way her hot flesh smelled and tasted--eating her out was marvelous fun.

At last, I got up. Despite the rain making everything slick, I felt solid as a rock. I held out my hands and helped her to stand.

The beautiful Indian-American mother smiled with her eyes as well as her mouth. She kept her gorgeous brown eyes wide open as she tenderly tongue-kissed me. I happily made out with her in the pelting rain. I could see that this sweet little lady was falling in love with me and I didn't mind at all.

OOoOO

She brought me back into the house. We dried each other in her bathroom. She gave me a comfortable sage-green shift to wear. She used a little propane burner to make tea for us both. She did speak a little English after all, which was useful. Her name was Aparajita Jani.

Perhaps half an hour after we came in from the rain, the electricity was restored. Aparajita lent me a rain jacket and went back to my place.

OOoOO

I didn't wait until the next power outage to call on her again.

To this day, we take "showers" in the rain as often as we dare!

OOoOO

The End 

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