0 comments/ 40818 views/ 1 favorites A Summer Storm By: Paul44 The thunder rumbled through the green hills as you rode your chestnut stallion towards the family manor. Rain drops splattered onto the dry path the horse cantered along, muttering you looked about for somewhere to shelter from the gathering tempest. Lightning flashed nearby and a deep roar of thunder washed over the horse. As it struck the horse reared and as you tried to hold on the saddle slipped and you dropped onto the ground below. You passed quickly into unconsciousness as the horse fled down the woodland path. Stirring you awoke in a single ill-made cot, at first you wondered what had happened and why you were here in this hovel, more you wondered why your clothes had been removed leaving you in only your shift and underwear. Then you saw me sitting in the chair near you and called imperiously to me. "You there, yes you why am I here?" I sprang to my feet and stood above you. I looked at you and felt a surge of desire rush through as I looked at your beautiful face, your golden hair curled about a milk white skin, your red lips were so exciting and your corn blue eyes looked at me with disdain. Your face was completed by a pert turned up nose. I saw her breasts rise and fall beneath her shift. As I watched you, you looked into my face and saw a mixture of shyness and lust. You had often seen this look in men's faces and had learnt how to use it for your advantage. There was a quick smile before you looked into my eyes and slapped my face. I reeled back shaken and shook my head slowly. "How dare you look at me like that," you screamed into my face making me flinch. Sitting up the shift gaped open allowing the briefest of glances to your white bosom. You quickly followed my gaze to your breasts and smiling again you slapped the other cheek. I shuddered at that smile, there was no friendship in it. "And why am I like this. I have been disrobed you peasant. Why you could have raped me!!" I stepped back and wrung my hands. "N-n-no my Lady!" I exclaimed. "All I did was remove your wet things. I have not touched you at all,"though a grown man I felt that my speech was whining,"I would never do anything to you." I pleaded you to be believed and you smiled that small predatory smile,"What am I not good enough for you?" Too late I saw the trap that had been sprung. I was confused by your words, you cowed me and I wanted to run from this harsh vixen whose words and actions scared me. As I looked at you again you cupped your breasts as though offering them to me. I was even able to make out the pale pink flesh that was the teat of your breast. They seemed to be firm and excited, standing out and pressing the thin cloth towards me. Realising what I was looking at I looked down and saw that your knickers had been pushed down and I could make out a tuft of black hair. I felt my face burn as I blushed. "Enough of your lewd gazes and behaviour sir,"you spoke contemptuously to me,"Though you are such a peasant I doubt if you understand good manners." Thunder roared above us and rain shattered itself on the sheets of iron on my roof. The wind rattled the door and the windows as though expressing her anger at my actions.I looked again at you, I could barely think of you as anything but my Mistress so commanding did you seem.You licked your lips and listened to the storm that raged about us. "Since I must be unclothed, sir. I think it only fitting that you should be too ," you watched me closely, watching for hesitation and rebellion, but I had submitted to you deep in my soul. Though you had tormented men before, you had never been able to make a man strip off his clothes before. Slowly I began to undress. Your command had been so clear and I slipped off my clothes until all I had on was my underwear. Bare chested the fire caused shadows to play across my hairy chest. I saw you admire the muscles that caught the light. You looked down at my shorts and spoke again as you pointed to them. "Yes, those too," I thought that I heard lust thicken your voice. Gulping a deep breath I jerked the rough linen down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood before you totally naked and I clasped my hands in front of my cock in an effort to preserve my modesty. Even so I am proud of how long and wide I am, many a young milk maid has been pleased when I have stuck it into her fanny and jiggled it about. I saw you devour my cock with your eyes and I knew that you were excited seeing my cock. I felt the familiar stirring as I grew excited with you watching me. You licked your full lips and I remembered when loose Lucy had kissed my cock and then stuck it between her lips. I must have smiled because I heard you talking again to me. "What are you smiling about?" you asked in a sultry voice and you watched as my cock grew hard in front of you. Slyly I spoke and thrust my cock towards you hoping that you might let me soon stick it into what must be a juicy slit between your legs," Sorry your Ladyship, I was thinking when loose Lucy licked and kissed my cock." "Your cock, do you mean your penis?" as you spoke you looked at the hard flesh between my legs. "Don't know them fancy words, your Ladyship. Just that this is my cock." As I spoke I held onto the flesh and shook it. "I suppose that you do not know any different," you observed archly and there seemed to be thought in your glance, "And what do you call it when you lick and kiss a woman's vagina?" I looked at you blankly. Vagina, what was a vagina and I saw you rubbing between your legs. Then it dawned on me what you were asking and the mere thought sent a shiver of disgust through my body. "Vagina, your Ladyship? Do you mean a girl's fanny? " I spoke sharply and then continued," Never gone down on a woman. Not manly that . Downright perverted, like sticking your cock in her bum." You tossed back your hair and looked as me as you made your demand of me ,"Oh you think it is perverted do you? Well I want you to lick and kiss my fanny." "Miss! That's just not right. It ain't proper," I was shocked with her suggestion. What did you think I was, some pervert like that Oscar Wilde in London. You looked at me with your face hard and determined. Then you spoke clearly and powerfully, though the rain pounded the house I heard each word that you spoke," You will kiss and lick my fanny unless you want to be charged with indecent behaviour or even rape. Who do you think will be believed? You or me." As you spoke you sat back into the chair opened your legs and pulled up your petticoat. Looking between your legs and saw the hair covered fanny, I saw lips that were peeking out from the thick tufts of black hair. You were right no one would believe me and the police would push me into to jail very quickly. Gulping I stepped towards you. I saw triumph shine in your eyes. "No I want you to crawl between my legs and lick my fanny until I tell you not to do it anymore." Knowing that she had won I slipped to my knees and I crawled between your legs and looked only at the damp black hair that was between your legs. As I moved closer I smelt the faint musky scent of your fanny. I lent forward and you pulled your legs apart even more. I could make out the coral lips between the hair and I pushed my face close to the lips and then touched them with my tongue. I heard you groan as my tongue touched your fluid covered flesh. "Yesssss," you hissed with pleasure and took my head between your hands. Then you pushed me hard against your fanny. I licked your swollen inner lips and then my tongue slipped into the hot wet hole between them. I felt the lips stretch around my tongue and I used my tongue to make the hole even wider. Juice dripped into my mouth and I gulped down your musky secretions. All the time you called out your instructions that drilled into my brain. "Lick it!! Lick it!! Harder!!" It was as though you were chanting a prayer. Your fingers wrapped about my hair and you pulled hard on it while you also ground my face against your weeping fanny. I pushed my tongue in and out of your juicy hole and moved my tongue up until I met the apex of your lips and felt the small hill between there. I touched the swollen pea and you screamed with pleasure. "Ohhhh Goddddd!! Yessssss!! Harder you thick peasant!!" As you screamed my tongue traced a path along each ridge and valley of your rippling flesh. Juice squirted and dripped from your pulsing fanny. I licked each drop from you. Sharp squeals escaped from your mouth and then you pushed me away. "Enough!!" I fell back and I felt my cock pulsing vainly into the air. I wanted to stick my cock into your fanny and root you without mercy. You looked at me and my need with contempt and I shrivelled at that glance and I knew that there would be no relief for my cock in your fanny. My hand grasped my cock and I began to desperately jerk off to relieve myself. You stood and began to dress watching my manic moves. Dressed you stopped at the door as cum flew from my cock. "That must have been good." you observed," I will be back in four days and I want you to improve your technique with your tongue. Oh and fix that mess will you." You must have meant the cum that stained my stomach and chest. Once you had spoken you slammed the open door shut as you left. There was the sound of distant thunder in the background. A Summer Storm A special thank you to "ThisKittyKat" for her editing skills. The storm had caught us completely by surprise; we hadn't noticed the darkening clouds on the distant horizon as we lay in the late afternoon sun, talking about how our lives had changed since we last saw each other, nearly eight years ago. We had been best mates since primary school, doing everything together until we finished university and went our separate ways, chasing our different dreams. We had kept in touch for a year or two but we both had busy lives with busy jobs and eventually the e-mails got less and less frequent till they ceased altogether. That was until last month when an unfamiliar e-mail address appeared in my inbox. Opening it, I discovered it was from Cat's little sister, Michelle, inviting me to her wedding. She had all the details covered, even a luxury suite in a nearby beach resort hotel. This, Michelle had booked in Cat's name, knowing we had a lot of catching up to do. The wedding was all organized for the second Saturday of the next month which suited me fine as it gave me time to sort out my crew of roughnecks on the North Sea 4 oil platform. They were all guys at the top of their game, top of their fields and I knew my rig was in good hands as I rode the supply chopper back to North Sea's base where my old Norton motorcycle waited for me. While I was in the air I had phoned ahead to book a single ticket from Gatwick airport to Auckland, New Zealand. The long flight was uneventful with the boredom only broken by the cabin crew bringing a meal every two or three hours until finally the landmass that slowly shaped itself into New Zealand became visible. The flight had taken twenty three hours to turn a grim North Sea winter into a South Pacific summer. Customs was easy as I always travelled light with only one hiking pack as luggage and then I was out into the mid December sun with a quick taxi ride to my hotel. I had taken a flight to arrive four days early to give my body a chance to reset its internal clock, take in a few sights, and get a tan to show the boys at work, but what I hadn't expected was that Cat had had the same idea. But there he was, relaxing out by the pool with an icy cold beer waiting for me. Hearing my footsteps he jumped up from his sun lounger and put his big hand out in greeting. "Long time, no see, eh bro?" "Yeah mate... way too long," I replied shaking his hand, then drawing him closer for a hug. "It must be about seven years since..." I interrupted him as he answered. "Eight," I said "It's been eight years since I saw you last, Cat. It was at your dad's funeral." This memory cooled the festive mood but only for a brief time. "It's all water under the bridge now and a wedding's a time to celebrate life, not mourn the past," Cat smiled "Let's grab some beers and hit the beach and see if we can find some local ladies to help us celebrate." The ladies were few and far between and all were busy supervising kids so we stopped and laid a blanket on the sand in an isolated part of the beach, lying down with our heads raised on sand pillows so we could see each other. The years flew by, each one faster than the previous one as we lay there side by side listening to each other's commentary on their lives. Life had been good to both of us and the fruits of our labor were only now starting to appear. We both had dreams and plans for the future which included family, work and travel but for now we were here for the tanning rays of the sun and to celebrate Cat's little sister's wedding. The rain came on fast and hard, soaking our shirts and plastering them to our bodies as we ran for the shelter of our hotel. I looked over at Cat and caught him checking out my body in my wet shirt and shorts before he quickly turned away. I pretended not to notice but I was doing my own checking out and definitely liked what I saw. Cat was hard, lean and muscular, not just gym muscular but work fit from long days spent in the forest as a logging contractor; he was his own boss and loved the hard work in the clean air. We got to the suite we were sharing for the duration of the wedding festivities, both of us still wringing wet and looking like drowned cats. My first stop, once inside, was the small refrigerator to get a beer, and after passing one to Cat we both popped the caps off and took a long drink. He placed his unfinished beer on the counter and went to his room, only to emerge a minute later, bare-chested with a large white towel tied around his waist. I turned to watch him pass and said as casually as I could "Mmm...very nice...," Cat smiled self-consciously and headed for the shower. I watched his back and butt muscles move beneath his towel as he walked to the bathroom and thought to myself how he just got better and better with age. My cock stiffened a little at the image of him in my mind and I headed to the kitchen and another beer. The windows were streaked with rain and a strong wind was whipping up the waves as they hit the beach, all the pretty bikini clad babes having long since given up any idea of improving their tans. I settled down on the couch and flicked idly through the various channels available on the T.V while I waited for Cat's return. He must have been in the shower about twenty minutes before I heard the water turn off and he emerged through the steam with his big white towel wrapped around his waist. As I looked at him, I became aware of his upper body, tanned and hard, still glistening with water from the shower. He stood for a long moment before the large floor to ceiling windows looking out to sea standing very still, lost in the intensity of the storm outside before he turned away and walked into his room to dress. The evening slipped into night as we chatted about our lives since we had gone our separate ways after finishing our degrees and all the while the storm intensified outside our room. We ordered a light meal of the local fish delicacy and I lit the imitation log fire, both of us staring into the flames, lost in thought. I got to my feet and retrieved a small plastic bag from my pocket, proceeding to roll three small joints, one of which I lit and passed to him. Our fingers touched for the briefest of moments as the small tube of paper and pot was exchanged and our eyes met. I could see the firelight reflecting in his, then the moment passed and he drew deeply on the joint, sucking the sweet smelling smoke deep into his lungs. Cat passed it back to me, and we stood together, side by side, watching as the storm raged a few feet in front of us. We exchanged the joint a couple more times before I suggested he finished it. I needed a shower and I wanted him relaxed... As I turned on the shower I heard the opening bars of Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon". "Good choice, Cat," I said to myself. Turning the shower on full, I quickly removed my beach clothes and got under the icy blast of water letting the needle-like spray invigorate my body before hot water mixed with cold. Adjusting the control dial to get a hot, but not scorching flow, I lathered my entire body with a lightly fragranced body wash. Having shaved all over this morning, I only needed to shave my face; my legs and chest were completely smooth and hairless. This was the time consuming part of my transformation and I was glad it was already done. Stepping out of the shower, I could still hear the muffled music coming from the lounge. "Shit..." I thought to myself ,"...this could really go wrong and freak Cat out, maybe even destroy our friendship...," but somehow I had a feeling he would handle it OK. Sure, there would have to be some macho flag-waving while he convinced himself his masculinity was secure and intact, but if I joked a bit and just acted like me and let him set his own pace he may even surprise himself...I hoped he'd get into it a bit; he wasn't a shy man, he just wouldn't want the world to know - a sentiment we shared. Still weighing up the pros and cons of what I was about to do, I retrieved my dress up bag from the vanity drawer where I had hidden it earlier. I selected and carefully fastened a black lace covered satin suspender belt around my waist and slipped it into position, then rolled on a pair of beautiful sheer black-seamed stockings, attaching them to the little black straps hanging from the suspender belt. Next I slipped on a matching G-string and pulled it up my thighs carefully so as not to snag it on the suspender clips. I eased it up higher and tucked my growing erection in, settling the thin strip of fabric up the back of my arse. I then attached a pair of lifelike silicone breasts to my smooth chest and settled them into a little black lace bra, reaching behind me to fasten it. I turned to face the full length mirror as I slipped a sheer black nightgown over my head and smoothed it over my breasts, gazing appreciatively as I saw how it flowed to my ankles. I completed the outfit by slipping a matching robe over everything and sat before the tiny hotel vanity unit, carefully applying my makeup and long auburn wig. Standing, I slipped my feet into a pair of black 4" spike heels then checked myself in the mirror again, adjusting my panties to better accommodate my now rock hard cock, which I managed, just, to conceal behind my negligee and robe. God, I felt so amazingly sexy. I loved the feel of lingerie on my body and I loved the feel of it being removed from my body. I loved to be touched, to be caressed... to be seduced. With a final look in the mirror, my heart racing, I flipped off the light and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out of the bathroom to find the room dark, except for the soft glow of the fire and the patchy moonlight as the clouds flitted past. Cat's back was turned to me as I walked soundlessly across the carpet. Without looking up, he lit another joint and passed it over his shoulder to me. As I took it, our fingers touched again but this time I prolonged the moment by stroking his index finger with mine, before putting the joint to my lips and inhaling deeply. He must have caught my image reflected in one of the giant windows; he turned slowly to face me, a look of wonder and disbelief spreading across his face. "Peter, is that you? Look, man, what are you doing? I'm not gay or anything," he spluttered. I inhaled again before passing back the joint. "I know you're not gay, Cat, neither am I. What happens here stays here." "Yeah... sure..." he replied skeptically and I asked him, laughing, "So? Do you like it"? I did a twirl in front of him, enjoying his discomfort. I gave him a sidelong glance, smirking "I have some spare panties just your size..." Cat started to stutter "Now hold on Peter, I'm not wearing..." "Bella", I said, interrupting him, "when I dress, my name is Bella" "OK then, Bella, I'm not going to wear panties or anything like them" he replied. I answered him with a smile "That's cool, Cat. You don't have to." My smile grew wider "But you won't mind if I do?" As Cat took a step back from me, his eyes actually saw me properly for the first time since my shower. I twirled around again in front of him, only much slower this time, letting the fabric of my robe part a little to give him a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath; a hint of stocking top, a glimmer of white thigh, slashed by a suspender strap. What I saw in his face is wasn't revulsion, and it certainly wasn't disgust. What I saw instead was more a look of fascination and...desire. "Wow, Peter, oh sorry, Bella, you look great", he said. "Thanks, Cat, do you really think so?" I asked hesitantly, searching his face for the truth. I could sense as I walked seductively to the kitchen that he couldn't keep his eyes off me, and I knew my gown was now nearly transparent as I was silhouetted in front of the fire. "Do you want another beer"? I asked from the kitchen, and not waiting for an answer, I returned to the lounge with the beers and stood before him in front of the fire, my hips gently swaying to the music. Cat had placed a cushion on his lap trying to hide his swelling cock, but leaning forward I quickly snatched it from him and saw a look of embarrassment cloud his face. "Don't be ashamed if what you see turns you on, Cat, it's quite natural to be turned on by lingerie. I know I am..." I told him softly. "Just relax..." Cat remained quiet as I passed him a beer then he slowly smiled back at me and lit our last joint. We were both quiet, sipping our beers, words seemingly unimportant as we let the reefer take effect then I heard him stand up and move close behind me. Without touching, he leant forward and whispered "Don't turn around yet" into my ear. I remained standing, gently swaying in front of him, my eyes closed, totally into the mood. His hands gently held my swaying hips as he pulled me closer, and I could feel his hands as they slid down each thigh, tracing my suspender straps through the fabric of my gown. His breath on my neck sent a quiver of wanting through my body, and arching my back, I leaned into him. His lips found my neck as he trailed kisses down to my shoulder. I felt his hands move back up my thighs and grip my butt, then move around to the front, getting higher and higher till they found my lace covered breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples. "Bella..." he whispered, as his strong hands traced the contours of my body, pulling me against him, harder now, more purposefully. I relished the feel of his mounting desire through the flimsy fabric of my gown as he thrust his bulging crotch at me. I inhaled softly as Cat's hands found the slit in the front of my negligee and caressed my naked thigh above my stockings, lightly brushing against my panties; then, with more urgency, he gripped my cock through the thin fabric, stroking me up and down. My cock grew bigger in his grip and a soft moan escaped my lips as his fist pumped me, his fingers wrapped tightly around me. My cock was fully engorged as his hand dipped down inside my panties and released me and his other hand cupped my balls. I leaned against him for support and we both sank back onto the couch with me sitting on his knees. I turned to look at him and saw the desire in his eyes as his lips hungrily searched for mine, and we kissed, long and hard. I felt his tongue slip between my lips and I opened my mouth to welcome it. Cat's hand moved up and down my slick shaft, his thumb smearing my pre-cum over the engorged purple head, and I realized I was getting close now. Still his hand pumped my cock faster while his other hand cupped and massaged my breasts. Standing now, I broke away from our kiss and pulled him up with me. Feverishly, I pulled at his clothes, telling him how much I wanted him naked, how much I wanted him. Finally he stood in front of me, totally naked, his hard body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, his cock glistening in pre-cum, his shaft pulsating as it stood straight out from his body. He looked at me, eyes filled with lust, his voice low and husky. "Suck it Bella. You look like a woman - now suck like a woman." I sank to my knees obediently in front of him, my own cock sticking out, strong and hard from my panties. I held his cock in my hand as I lowered my lips to its pulsing head and kissed it lightly, enjoying the taste of pre-cum that seeped from him. Parting my lips, I let him slip into my mouth, an inch at a time, slowly engulfing him till at last I held his entire cock in my mouth. My tongue caressed his length from the inside and then I slid my mouth back up his shaft till only the engorged head was still in my mouth. My hand replaced my mouth on Cat's shaft as I slid it up and down, up and down, his cock glistening with my saliva. Without warning, I plunged my mouth back down on him, making him gasp and moan in pleasure. "Oh yes Bella, suck me, make me cum, let me cum in your mouth..." Hearing the sheer lust and urgency in his voice, I knew he was close. Both my hands were full of hard cock; one hand wrapped around his and the other around mine, both of them pumping furiously, in time with my mouth, getting faster and faster. His breathing quickened and his cock throbbed in my hand, as my lips wrapped around just the head of his cock again, my tongue fluttering all over it. Cat cried out suddenly "Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes..." as his cock erupted and sent ribbons of hot cum into my waiting mouth. Feeling his cock explode in my mouth was enough to push me to my own orgasm as my fist pistoned up and down my cock, and it too erupted in creamy white spurts all over the carpet. My hand was still wrapped around Cat's cock milking every last drop onto my tongue before I looked up at him and swallowed. His eyes found mine and he smiled. "This is going to be a very special holiday" he muttered. As I slipped his softening erection from between my lips I gave it a last long kiss right on the tip. "It sure is, Cat" I agreed with a smile, thinking to myself "But you ain't seen nothing yet..." A Summer Storm It was a cool June morning and I was feeling creative, so I grabbed a guitar, a notebook and a cup of coffee, and I walked down to my dock. It's my favorite place to write songs. I live on the shore of a quiet lake in upstate New York, a really beautiful spot that never fails to inspire me. I sipped on my coffee and enjoyed the scenery for a few minutes, and then I warmed up my fingers on the guitar and played through a few of my usual tunes. On certain days the air is just right and the guitar sounds extra nice drifting on the breeze. Today was one of those days, and I got lost in the joy of playing. After one long passage with my eyes closed I was startled to hear a female voice. "You play so beautifully. I could sit here all day and listen to that." "Oh, I didn't see you there. Thank you for the compliment. Some days it just seems to flow out of me." "Well, I'm glad I was passing by on such a day," she said. She was in a kayak about twenty feet away from me, sitting motionless on the flat water. She put her paddle in the water and very slowly came towards the dock. "You have a beautiful home," she said. "I've often admired it." "Oh Thanks," I said. "Do you live around here?" "No, I live in a loft downtown, but I love this part of the lake and I paddle it quite a bit. The first time was with a women's kayak club a couple years ago, but these days I mostly come on my own. It's so peaceful here." She was much closer now, and I was able to get a good look at her. She was about my age — late thirties — with very curly dark red hair, freckles on her face and the most amazing pale grey eyes. They were big and slightly cat-like, with a tantalizing inner light. She had on a thick white cotton sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and since I was now looking down on her I could see her slim but shapely hips and thighs encased in tight, faded blue jeans. We chatted a bit about kayaking, the local osprey nest and the other wildlife, and then she said she had better press on if she was going to cover any ground today. She had started to drift away from the dock when she said, "I'm Kim by the way," with a glowing smile. "I'm John. It's been nice talking to you Kim." She smiled at me with those luminescent eyes and slowly paddled away. I spent the next two hours working on a song about a girl with pale grey eyes. It wasn't my best work, but there were definitely sections of it that I could continue to work on. It was lunchtime so I left my guitar on the chair and went up to the house to take a break and make a sandwich. The wind picked up sharply and I remembered the morning weather forecast had said there was a strong warm front approaching and we might get some strong winds and a thunderstorm. I wolfed down my sandwich and went back down to get my guitar. I love watching approaching storms so I put my guitar under cover in a screened porch on the patio next to the dock that the previous owners called 'the summer house', and then I walked back out to the end of the dock and sat with my legs dangling over the edge, and watched a line of very dark clouds that were approaching fast. The wind was really blowing, and whitecaps were building on the water. Just then I heard a voice yell out my name. "John!" It was Kim, about 100 feet from me, paddling as hard as she could against the wind. She was having a rough ride, with waves splashing over the bow of her boat, but she was making headway. I had a powerboat up on a hoist that I could use to help her if she needed it, but she was slowly getting closer. She was still about 30 feet away when the squall line hit. It felt like about a 60 mile-an-hour gust and her kayak capsized, with thunder and lightning cracking all around us. Luckily the wind shifted a bit and pushed her towards the far end of my shoreline, and I ran over and waded out chest deep to help her. As the skies opened and it poured down rain, I tipped her kayak up to get some of the water out of it and pulled it up onto my lawn. Kim threw her paddle next to it, and I took her by the arm and led her to the shelter of the summer house. "Holy shit! That storm came up awfully fast" I said as I looked out at some big branches that had blown down in my yard. "Are you all right?" We were both dripping wet from head to toe, and Kim was trembling. "Yeah, I'm OK," she said, with a slightly shocked look on her face, "but that was scary." The squall line passed quickly and the wind was back to a light breeze, the thunder and lightning were moving off, and it was just a steady rain. The air was noticeably warmer behind the storm, but Kim was shaking like a leaf, both from the cold water and the scare. "Let's go up to the house and get dried out," I said. I put my arm around her and we walked up the path in the rain. We entered into the kitchen and I took off my soggy shoes and socks. Kim was barefoot. "Did you loose your shoes?" I asked. "They were just flip-flops. It's OK." She started to pull off her sopping wet sweatshirt, but the shirt under it was coming up with it revealing a tight, well toned belly covered in goosebumps. "Could you hold my shirt down for me please?" she asked. I did and she removed the sweatshirt, revealing a thin white cotton shirt plastered to her body. It was very see-through due to the wetness, and her thin lacy black bra was clearly visible, as were the rock hard nipples on her perfectly proportioned tits. This was my first look at her petite athletic body, and the combination of it and those incredible luminescent eyes left me speechless. "Where should I put this?" she asked, holding the dripping wet sweatshirt in her hand. "Oh...um... sorry... I..." She was still trembling slightly, but she smiled a little and her eyes twinkled as she realized what her wet shirt was doing to me. I snapped out of it and said, "Let me, uh...let me show you where the bathroom is. There's towels in there, and if you want I can get you something to wear and we can throw your clothes in the dryer." "OK," she said, and I took her down the hall to the bathroom. "I can offer you a nice fluffy robe, or some of my clothes," I said. "A nice fluffy robe sounds nice right about now," she said, still visibly trembling. I quickly got it for her along with an empty laundry basket for her clothes. I went to my room and stripped off my wet things and put on a pair of shorts and a fresh shirt, and went back to the kitchen to wipe up the wet floor. Kim came in with the laundry basket, her hair fluffed, and she looked positively radiant. "This is not a man's robe. Is there a woman of the house?" she asked. "Oh... no... that got left behind long ago. Nope, no woman of the house, just me." Kim smiled. The robe was bright white terry cloth, and I had forgotten how short it was. Her legs looked fantastic. "Are you comfortable in that? I can get you a bigger one if you want." "No, this is fine," she said with another twinkle in her eye. "I'll get these things in the dryer," I said as I picked up the laundry basket. It was then that I noticed the carefully folded black lace bra and panties on the top of the pile. I was a bit shocked that she hadn't left them on under the robe. Kim put her hand on them and said, "These are kind of delicate. Could you put the dryer on with no heat and just air dry everything? It might take awhile though. Is that OK?" "Sure," I said. "More time to get to know each other. I'll be right back." As I loaded the dryer I couldn't help but fantasize about where this might be leading. I put the dyer on it's lowest setting and hoped it would take a very long time to dry. When I got back Kim was sitting in front of a big window enjoying the view of a boat passing by. The sun was out, streaming in the window and onto her, and the day looked beautiful again. "Have you warmed up?" I said. "I can get you a blanket." "I'm fine," she said. "The sun feels wonderful." "How about a hot drink?" I said. "I'm going to have a cup of coffee, but I've got tea..." "Coffee sounds good," she said. "You know" I said, "in the old movies when something like this happens they always have a glass of brandy or whiskey to help them recover. Would you like a little nip in your coffee?" "Yeah, sure," she said, smiling. "I love those old movies..." While I was making the coffee Kim went out onto a little courtyard next to the living room. It's a very private outdoor space, full of sunlight this time of day. She just stood there, enjoying the view and soaking up the now quite warm sun. I put a very generous dollop of brandy in our coffees, picked up the mugs in one hand, stopped at a closet and picked up the chaise lounge cushions in the other, and made my way out to join her. "Except for the tree branches in the yard you'd never know that storm happened," I said. "I know," she said. "I feel so relaxed now, it's hard to believe how scared I was just a half hour ago. Thanks for coming to my rescue." She took a sip of coffee and said, "Oooh, that's nice," with a big smile and a wink. "You don't mess around with the brandy." I fixed up the cushions on the chairs, and Kim sat down. The lounge was low to the ground and her robe rode up her hips to the point she would have been fully exposed if I had been standing in front of her. As it was I could see half of the side of her lovely ass as she languidly stretched herself out. She set her mug down and slowly adjusted her robe a bit, but there was still almost all of her lovely legs showing. The two lounge chairs were just a few feet apart, and facing in opposite directions. I usually kept them that way so I could sit and read without the sun in my eyes at various times of day, but only just now was I realizing the genius of the way they were placed. As I sat down in mine I had a magnificent view up Kim's legs and right into those luminous eyes. Kim shifted her legs a bit so I couldn't see everything, but she looked very relaxed and comfortable with my admiring gaze. We could hear boats going by, and catch glimpses of them through the landscaping, but we were in our own private, sunny little world. We talked and laughed like we'd known each other forever. I refilled our brandy coffees, even stronger this time, and we soaked up some more sun. I went for a bathroom break and when I returned the brandy and sun had conspired to send Kim off to dreamland. I sat back down quietly and the sound of the breeze and the birds soon had the same effect on me and I dozed off. After a while the sound of a boat going by woke me and my heart raced at the sight before me. Kim was still asleep, but her robe was partially open. It was still tied loosely at the waist, but the top was open on one side and her left hand was cradling her right tit. The lower part of the robe was pulled up and her right hand laid languidly on top of her smoothly shaved pussy. She looked sexier than any woman I'd ever seen. I laid there for a few minutes enjoying the spectacular sight. I didn't want to spook her by waking her while she looked like that, and for some reason I wanted her to make the first move, if she wanted to of course. By this time I was really turned on and my cock had grown hard down the leg of my shorts. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open and opened my shorts and slid my hand inside onto my hard cock. I stroked it ever so gently, closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, and waited. I figured if she wasn't interested she could quietly get up, get herself dressed and wake me from a distance without feeling too creeped out. It wasn't long before I heard her stir. I kept up my pretend sleep, and also kept slowly stroking my cock. She cleared her throat quietly, so I peaked out of a barely opened eyelid and she was looking at my hand on my cock. I opened my eyes and she looked up at me, her hands still in the same positions on her exposed body, and she said, "I dreamt about you John... did you dream about me?" "I think I'm still dreaming," I said She opened the tie on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders as she stood up. She took two steps over to me and straddled my hips on her knees. I slid my hands up her naked body to the base of her tits as she reached behind herself and released my cock from my shorts. As she lowered herself onto me, engulfing my cock with her hot wet pussy, she lowered her mouth to mine and said in the sexiest, breathiest voice I've ever heard "This is what I dreamed John. Is this what you dreamed?" I moaned loud and deep as my long cock slid all the way into her. "Fuck me John," she whispered in my ear. "Fuck me like you've never fucked before." My hips moved slow and sensual at first. Each time I bottomed out she'd make a little chirping noise, still whispering in my ear. "Oh god...that's deep...yes John...oh god I love your cock!...holy fuck it's bigger than...your gonna make me cum!...fuck me harder baby!" As I started to speed up she was already beginning to orgasm. "Oh fuck I'm gonna Cum!... Oh fuck!... Oh FUCK!!!..." The tension that had built in her body released in beautiful spasms of pleasure as I pumped up into her with still increasing speed. She raised up into a squat, clenching her tits tight in her hands, her head rocking fore and aft and her mouth agape. She didn't make a sound as her body spasmed again and again until she finally exhaled loud, inhaled even louder, and collapsed onto me like a sack of jelly, gasping for breath. "How did you do that to me?!" she exclaimed softly. "I've never..." "That was beautiful," I said as I lifted her head and kissed her. After a few minutes she said, "You didn't cum did you? You saved it for me..." "Yes, I saved it for you," I said as I started to thrust my cock ever so slowly into her limp body. "Oh god, that feels amazing," she said. My moans of pleasure told her I felt the same. I could have easily cum from just a few more minutes of that, but Kim lifted herself off of me and kissed her way down to my sticky cock and inhaled me into her hot mouth. She could take about three quarters of me, and then she pulled off, stroked my length with both hands, and sucked my balls into her mouth. She licked around my sensitive inner thighs, never missing a beat with her cock stroking. The next time she sucked in my balls I was about ready to explode and she could sense it. She quickly inhaled my cock as far as she could take it and I went off deep in her mouth, pumping a full load of my sticky cum into her throat as she gently caressed my balls. It felt like I shot my cum into her for five minutes or more. It was without question one of the best orgasms of my life. As my cock slipped out of her mouth she gave me a wickedly sexy smile and said, "I'm so glad you save that for me," as my cum oozed out of the corners of her mouth onto her chin. "Good lord Kim," I said as my panting subsided, "you're the sexiest woman in the world." After a short ten minute cuddle she was on her hands and knees and I was pounding into her from behind, grunting like a caveman. I felt like I was bigger and harder than I've ever been in my life, and she was responding like no woman I've ever been with. I know my cock isn't a monster by porn star standards, but it seemed like Kim had never had anything as big as me and her petite body was loving every inch of it. I actually felt like a porn star because of the way she was responding, and it drove me to new heights, not only with my own orgasms, but my stamina between. The two of us were like fuck machines, animalistic and raw, and able to take each other places neither of us had been before. We ended up in the bedroom and fucked ourselves silly for hours, in every position we could think of, until we were both totally spent and we fell asleep in each others arms. We woke the next morning, sticky and smelling of sex, and I've never felt so content and happy in all my life. Kim climbed on top of me and I slid my cock deep into her once again. She looked at me with those extraordinary luminescent eyes, her hair a sexy mess, and said, "Can we stay together, or do you have someone?" Her eyes looked deep into my soul, and I could tell she already knew the answer. "I have you Kim. I have you."