The old air conditioner was just a machine, it couldn't have known it
picked the worst day of the year to break down. Still, Claire gave it
a murderous look as the compressor coughed and died.
It hadn't been able to keep up for a while, really. As a result, the apartment
that Claire shared with her husband, John, was already too warm to be
truly comfortable. Now that the A/C had died, the temperature was sure
John sat in an armchair on the other side of the living room, occasionally
glaring at Claire over the top of his magazine. Tempers had risen today
with the temperatures; the oppressive humidity of the past week had frayed
nerves to the breaking point. Neither of them could really remember what
the argument had been about, but neither was ready to apologize either.
Claire unfolded her long legs from under her and very carefully straightened
the hem of her loose, flowing summer dress. She stood and left John to
his magazine, and busied herself in the kitchen with the supper dishes.
As she worked, the temperature in the apartment climbed quickly. She bound
her long dark hair up on top of her head in a loose bun to keep it off
her neck Small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her back. She hadn't
worn anything under the dress in an effort to keep cool; soon the light
fabric was clinging to her body from a sheen of sweat. She absently pulled
the thin material from her skin and fanned herself.
I need some fresh air, she thought
Claire slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The
humidity hit her like a wall when she stepped through. The last glimmer
of sunset was lost in a murky haze, with dark clouds looming overhead.
Far off in the distance, she could see a distant flicker of lightning.
The air was still, pensive. Nature seemed to be holding her breath, waiting
for the cooling rain. The only sounds were the faint buzz of Sunday night
traffic and a few indistinct human voices. The city, too, was waiting,
hoping for relief.
The clouds darkened, the lightning coming closer, faster. The distant
rumble of thunder was giving way to louder crashes. The lights in the
parking lot flickered on, bathing the balcony in their faintly orange
glow. A faint breeze stirred a few stray wisps of her hair around her
Claire turned her head slightly as she heard John step out onto the balcony
with her. He stayed by the door, not venturing over by the rail with her,
refusing even to meet her gaze. She sighed and returned to the view before
The wind gusted again, stronger this time, lifting a discarded shopping
bag and skittering it across the empty parking lot. A few drops of rain
spattered across Claire's bare arms. She turned her face into the increasing
wind, relishing the feel of the cooling air flowing over her skin.
Claire heard a scrape of a bare foot on the balcony as John stepped forward
to the rail. He followed Claire's gaze to the gathering storm. Finally,
he opened his mouth to speak. "Honey, I-"
She silenced him by placing a finger against his lip. "I know," she answered
softly, "Me too."
Nothing more needed to be said between them; this is the way of love.
The rain seemed to stall for a moment, but the wind still grew. John stood
behind Claire and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. She
lifted her hand from the rail and stroked the forearm he had wrapped gently
around her trim stomach. He kissed her neck tenderly, and for a long time
they both stood silently in the breeze. The sky blackened as night fell
around them and the storm gathered itself
The sudden flash of a bolt of lightning startled John out of his reverie.
It was close, the storm would be breaking soon. He kissed her again, more
firmly, his tongue tracing a line along the junction of her neck and shoulder.
She leaned her head back into him and sighed happily. Rain fell again,
not the halting drops of before, but a steady, constant drumming. His
kisses became more passionate, nipping playfully at her shoulder with
Claire moaned and pushed her hips back against him. John's body responded
instantly, growing against her. He released her from his embrace, his
hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat she was generating through
her dress. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his fingers, massaging
them through the thin fabric as he pulled her back against his chest.
The rain, whipped by the growing wind, was beginning to pool in rivulets
on the parking lot. John pressed forward with his hips, grinding his growing
erection against Claire's firm ass.
She gasped, almost losing her balance as he pressed forward. She steadied
herself with both hands on the rail, arching her back and spreading her
"Take me, John," she whispered breathlessly, "Please, take me now!" The
rain became a downpour, lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around
them as the storm broke with a sudden fury.
"What? Here, now?" John stammered. "But... we're in plain sight, and the
storm...." His voice trailed off as she ground her hips against him again.
The rain had soaked through her thin dress almost instantly; it clung
to her body, accentuating its graceful curves.
She reached back and pulled the wet fabric up over her bare hips and spread
her legs further apart. "I don't care," she gasped, "Please, fuck me now!"
John fumbled for a moment before managing to pull his shorts down, freeing
his swollen cock. He thrust forward, burying his erection in her pussy
in one smooth stroke. The wind and thunder drowned out her cry of pleasure.
John thrust against Claire with a growing intensity, each stroke harder
and more powerful than the last. His hands pulled her hips to his with
each stroke, filling her completely. His lips kissed the back of her neck
passionately. Her moans and cries were torn from her by the storm's wrath
as her husband fucked her savagely. She felt a burning ember grow inside
her with each stroke until an orgasm exploded from the center of her being.
John groaned into her neck as Claire's pussy suddenly gripped him tighter,
squeezing his erection. His hands slide from her hips and reached around
to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he slammed his hips against her,
again, and again. His teeth sank into the skin of her neck.
His sudden touch on her breasts sent her over the edge again, her orgasm
coinciding with a flash of lightning so bright and so close that the thunder
was simultaneous. The balcony was plunged into darkness as the power failed;
the latest bolt had hit a nearby transformer. Claire began pumping her
hips back and forth along his hardness, her pussy tight on his cock as
wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The lightning stuck close
again, the sudden flash dazzling John as his wife's pussy slid along the
length of his cock again and again.
With a shout, John exploded inside her, filling her with his hot cum.
He kept pounding into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her again.
His pace slowed as his erection softened inside her, her pussy still massaging
its length. He collapsed forward against her as she steadied both of them
against the rail.
"I love you..."
The storm continued unabated, unconcerned with the doings of man or nature
beneath it. Two souls, united once again, stood in defiance of it's fury,
content in each other's arms.