I hold a flashlight in my hands as I scan the darkness, not at all worried about the loss of the electricity, knowing that the storm is responsible. Alone in the house, I shine the light around the room. I see him materialize out of the shadows and walk towards me. I should have expected this, but still felt the trembles of excitement pulse through me at the sight of him. Soundlessly he approaches me. Stopping right in front of me.

I lean toward him and kiss his lips without warning. After a moment of surprise, he begins to respond, and I loose myself in the warmth of his mouth. As I break from him at last, I find that I am shaking. "I- I don't know what's come over me," I say quietly, "But I have to have you." He says nothing, and draws me to him for another kiss. When I emerge from this one, the flashlight is dying, and he reaches over and shuts it off. "I don't think that we need that," he says quietly. I nod agreement into the darkness, and sag against him. He holds me in his arms, and I feel his hands on the buttons down my back, releasing me from the confines of the simple dress. I kiss him, stroking his face and inhaling the clean scent of him. As he slips the dress from my shoulders, exposing my breasts to him, I lean back and start on the buttons of his shirt, seeking them blindly with my fingers. He caresses my neck, gliding down past my collarbone, to the hollow between my breasts. His fingers glide around to cup my breast lightly, and I feel the nipple stiffening in response. His thumb finds it, and I gasp at the sensation. I feel him moving, and his mouth suddenly finds the other breast. As he strokes the nipple with his tongue, I abandon myself to the feelings. He finishes removing his shirt, working slowly, his tongue awakening parts of me that have slumbered my whole life, awaiting this moment. My hands run over the firmly muscled surface of his back, and my breath is ragged in the night air. Nothing before this moment has prepared me for what I am experiencing. An explosion overtakes me, and my body stiffens. I am dimly aware of thrashing wildly under his mouth, and of his sudden nudity beside me. My remaining clothes follow his onto the floor, and our bodies meld together in an endless moment of pleasure. His lips find mine again, and he holds me to him tightly, moving slowly within, leaving a trail of fire between my legs. I clutch at him desperately, seeking something stable to hold onto as my life is changed.

The storm reaches its height now, with lightning flashing is all directions, thunderclaps assailing my isolated house, and rain pouring over everything in a nearly-solid wave. Inside, also, the storm has reached its height, and I feel another explosion building. I am lost in a swirl of emotion, sensation, and ecstasy. The storm's strobe light effect gives an air of surrealism to everything. Familiar surroundings, picked out in preternatural clarity, combine with unfamiliar sounds and feelings to create an experience that I will never forget.

As we both undergo the transformation of orgasm, I notice the sweat between our bodies and the texture of the sofa beneath me. The hair of his chest is soft, and I kiss it gently as I return slowly to the reality of the night. Finding his nipple, I experiment; kissing it and returning the treatment he gave mine. His response is gratifying, and I continue, encouraged. He strokes my hair, murmuring quietly to me, urging me on. My kisses continue down his torso, until I face his cock directly. It is a thing of beauty, and, impulsively, I kiss it. His response is so tremendous that I go on to explore the possibilities of this more thoroughly. I taste myself and the strange saltiness of his semen as I draw the head into my mouth. The whole thing jumps as I run my tongue over the ridge and onto the shaft. He shifts himself around, and I feel his breath tickling the hair of my pussy. The joy that I feel at returning some of the pleasure he has given me is beyond description. The look on his face is rapturous, and I allow myself to sink back into the bottomless bliss of the raw, undiluted pleasure that we share.

I hear myself squeal in surprise as his lips touch my pussy. His tongue darts out, finding the hard nub of my clit, and waves of pleasure course over me. The sensation distracts me for a moment from the attentions I had been lavishing on his cock, but the lingering taste in my mouth reminds me. My mouth engulfing him, his tongue bathing me, the feeling is incredible. It feels as though you I am in some sort of endless circle, spinning around some unseen point of passion, approaching the top of a vortex of pleasure.

The storm has abated outside, but the battle between the elements continues on within. A throbbing, pulsing cyclone is let loose between my legs, and I taste a salty torrent in my throat. As we both return to earth, I crawl up beside him, relaxing is his warm embrace. When I awake, it is quiet outside, and the skies are beginning to clear. Stars twinkle faintly through thin, high clouds, and he squeezes me for a moment, and then sits up.

"I'm sorry, Hon, but I must be going."

"I understand, . Thank you. For everything." I pull my dress back on, and as his dark car pulls away, I watch again from the porch, a sense of peace overcoming me. As I return to the house, the lights come back on. The storm of this night may be past now, but its effects will remain with me forever

03/07/00