He stands up, and she wonders at the possibility he has heard her. To her disappointment he retreats back into his house and she is again alone as the storm winds down. She pulls her robe back together and ties it, then goes back inside. Although the electricity is back on, she chooses to leave several of the candles lit and turns on some soft music. She lies down on the couch even though it is late, but she is still not ready to go to bed yet. Her mind drifts back to the man and why he left. Her body is already worked up; she is almost tempted to go over to his house. She smiles to herself, still feeling the excitement and the tingling that has continued to spread through her body.
She lies there for a short time, her hands rubbing the robe against her body now and then, still engrossed with her fantasy. She is startled from her thoughts by a knock at the door, and a small grin comes across her face. Should she even be wishing, she thinks to herself as she goes to the door. She is not surprised to see the man from across the street standing there. It does surprise her to see that he is holding two glasses and an unopened bottle of wine. “ There’s another storm on its way and I thought we would wait out this one inside. “ He says. Before she has the chance to say anything he is already inside near the couch and using a corkscrew from his pocket to open the wine. She walks over close to him elated that he has come over. He is about to hand her the glass of wine he has poured her but noting the compelling expression on her face, he sets both glasses down. “ Please forgive. “ He says in an alluring tone. With his right arm going around her back, he draws her to him kissing her passionately. Before she has time to think, she is already feeling her body igniting from his kiss and her arm reaches around his neck pulling him to her.
Afterwards, taking her hand, he sits on the couch pulling her to sit next to him. He hands her the wine and looks at her with a risqué smile. She is stunned by this turn of events, yet at the same time titillated by it. Her speech finally returns and she says. “ I’m Ashley and you are? “ “ I didn’t think names were necessary by your invitation, but I’m Adam. Take a sip of the wine and tell me if you like it. “ He says charming her not only in the tone in which he speaks but in his boldness. She takes several sips and tells him that she does indeed like it. It is hard for her to take her eyes off him and by his expression she knows he can tell this. She finally looks away and concentrates on finishing her wine.
When the first flash of lighting and clap of thunder begin, she sets the glass down and goes to stand up. This is her usual response when a storm begins, but he pulls her down. “ The storm is inside sweetheart. “ He says. Again he draws her to him putting his lips to her, now pushing his tongue inside her mouth. She responds greeting his tongue with her own and her arms wrap around his neck as she presses her body to his. When his lips move to kissing her neck and his hand reaches inside her robe touching her breast, she feels new waves of desire and when his fingers play and tease her nipples, she feels rampant. A soft moan escapes her lips as she leans back against the couch.
He quickly unties the robe and opens it exposing her hardened nipples, and without hesitation brings his lips to them. He teases her nipples with his tongue, licking and nibbling, moving back and forth from one to the other. She finds the sensation he is stirring in her almost unbearable. Her desire is even more apparent when his hand softly rubs the outside of her panties and she can’t help but arch her hips towards him letting him feel her moisture ridden panties.
He gets off the couch and kneels in front of her where after removing her panties he spreads her legs and he continues kissing her, his lips making their way from her breasts, down her belly and finally between her legs. She is breathing heavily and she can no longer think, just feel wave after wave of pleasure flooding her body. His experienced tongue is like that of the storm, creating an overflowing energy in her that releases like lightening of an oncoming storm until finally once arrived explodes into a steady stream of intense lightening, loud claps of thunder and the heavy downpour of rain. She arches her back; her body moving like that of the rampaging storm that has arrived. He quickly undresses and sits on the couch, pulling her to sit on his lap with her back to his chest. He enters her and with his hands on her hips moves her body to match his rhythm; their bodies clapping together like that of the thunder until both climax just as the music of the storm reaches it’s peak.
As the storm winds down, they rest in each other’s arms, finally having satisfied the repressed energy and emotion built up waiting on the storms to arrive. He takes her face in his hand and turns her to him, once again putting his lips to hers. Their kiss is warm and filled with an overwhelming passion at understanding each other’s appreciation of the energy and emotion within the storm.