Thunder and Lightning

"You look beautiful," he said.

"My beauty secret is mud," she whispered. "Shhh... don't tell anybody."

Another long kiss, one hand on the back of her head, the other one almost involuntarily sliding down to caress her ass and pull her closer, and he realized his cock was fully hard and pressing into her belly. She had to notice, he thought.

When the kiss finally broke, she glanced down at the tent in his shorts. "You're swelling up. Must be the bee venom," she said with a sly grin.

"Yeah, I'm sure it has nothing to do with these," he said, playfully squeezing both breasts -- just a quick little squeeze to let her know he noticed how awesome they looked.

Another kiss, and this time his hands roamed freely on her ass and she ground her crotch against his leg as his erection strained to climb out of his shorts and claim what it desperately wanted.

"It's only about 20 minutes to my house -- you want to follow me home and get a shower and some dry clothes?"

"That sounds great."

"Wait here," he said, and he went to his car and quickly got the towels out of the trunk and ran back to the shelter of the kiosk. "Here's a towel to put on your car seat."

"Don't lose me," she yelled, as she ran to her car and carefully spread the towel over the seat to block at least some of the mud.

He couldn't resist running over to her car and giving her another kiss. "Not a chance in hell that I'm going to lose you."

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They stood on the porch in dry clothes, sipping wine as the rain dripped from the eaves and the lightning flashed all around. This is how I like to enjoy thunderstorms, he thought -- safe and dry under a canopy while nature puts on a show.

The rain had stopped about halfway home and the blazing sun came out; it had not rained a drop at his house. They had shucked their boots and socks on the porch, and then realized that the rest of their clothes were such a mess that taking them off inside was going to track a ton of mud into the house.

"I don't want to get your house all muddy; maybe we should leave the clothes outside," she had suggested.

"Are you suggesting we strip down here on the porch?"

"What's the matter, you're not a prude, are you?" she grinned.

"I'm game if you are," he replied.

So they had dropped the outer clothes on the porch and darted inside in just their underwear; he couldn't help but surreptitiously check out her ass in panties as he followed her down the hall to show her the shower. The sight of panties always gave him a thrill, but these were wet and mottled and had taken on the tan color of her shorts, and it was hard to even tell what color they once were. Still, there's a sexy woman in panties in my house!

They both got a shower and he fixed them a late lunch and opened a bottle of wine and they were still getting reacquainted when the house shook with a sudden BOOM! of thunder. They hadn't noticed the sky getting darker as they talked. The heat of the day and the random, hit-or-miss nature of summer thunderstorms was giving them two in one day.

So, they were on the porch with the lightning crackling all around and a fine mist cooling them off as the rain splattered on the walkway. He sat his wineglass on the porch railing and embraced her from behind, pulling her close with his hands around her waist, nuzzling her hair. She had put on a low-cut sleeveless sundress and he stared straight down into gorgeous cleavage; her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. "I can't believe I didn't pack an extra bra," she had said when she came out of the shower. I hope you don't mind me going braless." Not at all. Not at fucking all.

When the next rumble of thunder shook them, she turned and kissed him passionately. Something about thunder and lightning seemed to be what made her frisky. A double crack of lightning close by and farther away at the same time sent her tongue frantically probing his mouth, and as the resulting thunder boomed and rumbled for several seconds, she pulled him close and ground her body into his, her hands on the back of his neck. The intensity of her kiss mirrored the intensity of the storm, and for several minutes they were locked in a passionate kiss as they not only heard the thunder but felt the concussions rocking their bodies.

"I don't know if you can tell, but thunderstorms turn me on," she whispered as their lips parted.

"I sorta guessed that," he replied. "Wet, muddy girls turn me on," he said with a grin.

"You'll have to settle for wet, I'm not getting muddy again."

The unmistakable sexual innuendo of that comment throbbed his already aroused cock. Without a word he took her by the hand and led her inside and into his bedroom. He led her to the edge of the bed, then turned, and for the first time in a couple of months he slid the bedroom window open.

"So we can hear the storm better," he said, to a big smile of approval from Melanie.

Turning back, he reached around behind her and unzipped the sundress, just a few inches, just enough to pull it down over her beautiful breasts. He cupped them in both hands, feeling their weight and squishy softness, then bent down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, squeezing with one hand to get more of the soft flesh in his mouth, exploring the cleft of her ass through the flimsy dress with the other. He licked across the great divide to her other nipple and suckled like a baby while both hands caressed her ass.

"Ooohh, yes," she moaned softly.

He could suck on these titties for days, but he wanted to see what was under the rest of the dress; find the wetness she had hinted at on the porch. Without unzipping it any further, he tugged the dress down over the soft, chubby belly, down around the sides of her panties -- plain white panties, his favorite -- and over her full round buttocks. The dress hung up for a few seconds on her butt cheeks, just low enough to reveal the puffy crotch of her panties, then dropped to the floor.

As he kissed her again his hand slipped between her thick thighs and cupped the panty-covered soft mound between her legs. The dampness he found was inviting; he slid his hand down inside the panties and parted her lips and penetrated her wet pussy with his middle finger. So hot inside, so wet and juicy!

"You really are a wet girl," he said.

"Thunderstorms and a good-looking guy -- that's what does it for me," she said as she moved urgently to meet his hand, responding to his thrusts has he finger-fucked her pussy. Her cunt made a squishing noise as she kissed him amorously and he worked his finger in and out of the wetness, cupping her ass with the other hand and pulling her closer.

His finger abruptly slid out of her pussy as she suddenly pushed him away slightly and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. "I think you are way overdressed, don't you?" Next, she unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and pulled them off. She knelt in front of him and nuzzled his erection through his underwear, nipping at the head of his cock through the cloth with her teeth. Sliding his briefs down quickly, his cock bounced free and was visible for just a second, before it disappeared into her mouth.

Holy shit that felt good!

She cupped his ass with both hands as she sucked his cock with abandon, deep-throating him effortlessly. He brought his wet finger to his nose and inhaled the musky scent of her pussy as he watched his cock slide in and out of her hot wet mouth. He sucked the finger into his mouth and tasted her pussy juice as she licked his balls, letting the weight of his engorged cock bounce all over her face, then licking the underside of it from balls to the tip and swallowing it again in one quick motion.

A bolt of lightning cracked outside and the thunder boomed and it seemed she couldn't get enough of his cock; she slipped one hand between his legs and he felt a finger pressed against his anus as she pulled him toward her, the other hand around the base of his cock and pumping as she sucked him furiously. He couldn't take much more of this before exploding. He felt the pressure increase against his asshole and knew that if she pushed her finger inside he was going to cum immediately.

He gently pulled away and leaned down to kiss her. "Ladies first," he said, as he helped her up and guided her to the bed.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman."

"May I?" he asked teasingly, as he licked a nipple and then paused in mock hesitation, waiting for permission to suck her titties.

"You may and you better," she insisted, pulling his face into the nipple.

He sucked and licked and made love to her beautiful breasts, kneading one while sucking on the other, licking a wet trail to the other nipple and tweaking the one he just left with his thumb and forefinger. Her breasts were so soft and pillow-like, with large brown areolas and brown nipples that grew rigid with his suckling. He sensed that they were extremely sensitive; she moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked.

As tasty as the appetizer was, he was ready for the main course; he wanted to taste the source of the wetness between her legs. Her pudgy belly jiggled as he scooted her toward the head of the bed and scooted down to press his nose into the damp panties. Damp -- that wasn't quite accurate -- the crotch of her white panties had a dark soaking wet spot now, and he couldn't resist briefly pressing them to his nose after he pulled them off. He spread her legs gently and parted her furry pussy with his nose, running it up and down the length of the wet slit, not licking, just getting his nose wet with her pungent juices. She had a long gash with pink lips and a prominent clit, and everything was creamy from her arousal. He buried his nose in the bottom of her slit and dragged it upward, with his tongue following behind, slipping deep into the folds of her pussy and licking up the creamy juice. On up to her clit, his nose bumping the rigid nub and then his tongue licking gently, then clamping down over her clit with his whole mouth and sucking it into his mouth, tongue dancing in circles around it.

"Oh! Yes!" she exclaimed as she exhaled sharply and thrust her hips upward to meet his swirling tongue.

He slipped both hands under her ass and licked and sucked her pussy with pleasure -- he assumed it was pleasurable for her from all the moans and sighs, but eating pussy gave him more pleasure than anything else in the world. It was total sensory overload; the heat of her body, the soft thighs pressed tightly against his ears, her hands on the back of his head, and most of all the intoxicating taste and smell and slippery wetness of pussy -- there was nothing else that could compare.

He slipped a middle finger inside her, stroking in and out as he licked her clit, then added a second finger and curled them against the front of her vagina, stroking her G-spot and feeling the slightly rough, denser tissue of this sensitive spot.

Melanie groaned and clamped her thighs down tighter on his head, and as he gently sucked her clit and forcefully stroked her G-spot he could tell that she was on the verge of Cumming.

So he was shocked and dismayed when she abruptly whispered, "Stop!" and pushed him away, pushing on his forehead and taking his hand away from her vagina.

"What's wrong, did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels wonderful," she said. "Come here, kiss me," she said, pulling him up on top of her.

He kissed her and waited, bewildered, for some explanation.

"Sometimes when I have a really intense orgasm, I squirt. You know, liquid squirts out of my vagina. You've got me so turned on; I think that may happen now. I didn't want to gross you out."

He couldn't help but laugh.

"What's funny about that?" she asked.

"It's not funny, I'm just relieved that nothing is wrong. I thought that I had hurt you or that you had suddenly decided you didn't want to be here. I'm happy that the only thing 'wrong' is that you're turned on."

"So if I squirt you won't be grossed out?"

If you only knew how fucking horny this makes me...

"Not at all." The idea of a squirter was erotic, but what excited him even more was just how turned on she was; that he was going to be responsible for giving her an intense orgasm. "I like wet girls, remember?"

"It could be messy -- do you want to get a towel to put down on the bed?"

"No." No towels, no more delay, no more talking; all he wanted was to dive into her wet pussy again.

He kissed her again and slid down to the center of the universe. Hi beautiful pussy. I've missed you... now, where were we?

He slid two fingers inside and stroked her G-spot like before, and gently licked her clit. It took a little while for her to relax, but soon she was moaning and caressing the back of his head and grinding her hips up to meet him. He didn't want there to be any doubt that he was okay with whatever messiness happened; with his fingers stroking inside her, he raised up and looked into her eyes: "I want to make you cum so hard -- squirt all over me babe."

He slid a third finger into her wet tunnel, and she gasped and clamped her thighs down on his ears again, so he slipped the last finger inside -- all four fingers in her cunt, curled and stroking her G-spot, thumb and tongue doing alternating circles on her clit. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed and she cried out and rocked from side to side as the violent orgasm shook her body. The first thing he noticed was heat -- his hand felt hot inside her; then he felt the wetness. He stopped stroking and just kept pressure on the front her vagina with his fingers while he kept gently licking her clit as the spasms rocked through her body and his hand and face got wetter. It wasn't anything like the ridiculous fake squirting you see in porn movies -- with girls peeing in spurts like a garden hose unkinked. It was just sudden heat and a little extra wetness; slippery and hot and not really tasting like anything other than sweet pussy. But his face was wet and his hand was wet and her thighs were wet.

She gently pushed his face away from her now oversensitive clit, and he just planted little butterfly kisses on her belly and nuzzled her pubic hair while keeping his fingers inside her as her spasms wound down. He noticed that there was a little puddle of liquid in the cupped palm of his hand, and sitting up on his knees he withdrew his hand from her sloppy pussy and spread her legs wide and used the slippery discharge to lubricate his semi-hard cock. A couple of strokes with a slick hand and it was fully hard.

She guided his cock inside as he sank down on top of her cushiony breasts and she wrapped her legs around him, his wet slimy hand on her shoulder seeming to make things even sexier for both of them as he penetrated her wet hole.

Heaven on earth: two bodies coming together like this -- soft flesh and hot breath and body heat, wet soul kisses and cock sliding in and out of slippery pussy. He pumped her with a mindless urgency -- all that mattered in the world right now was her pussy and his cock rushing toward climax.

As he pistoned faster and harder and was reaching the point of no return, she calmly whispered, "I'm not using any birth control."

She said it almost matter-of-factly, like she was commenting on the weather forecast or discussing what to have for supper. There was no urgent command to Pull Out! She was just giving him information -- she seemed to be saying: pull out or cum inside me; it's up to you. I'm okay with whatever you decide.

Choices; split-second decisions to make; life-altering choices. All our lives are lived with the consequences of dozens of daily decisions: hit the brake or the gas when the light turns yellow; have one more beer and slide behind the wheel or call a taxi; call the girl for a second date or hope for something better on the next swipe; let the guy you barely know spurt millions of sperm into your vagina or play it safe.

Images flashed through his mind: he saw himself as a single man, freely doing whatever he pleased, he saw a naked, pregnant Melanie, swollen breasts with huge dark areolas, he saw babies crying, he saw the words D-I-V-O-R-C-E spelled out in neon; a young son proudly riding his bike for the first time without training wheels, a contented middle-aged couple sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, a lonely, bitter old man sitting all alone at the kitchen table. How could the mind conjure up so much in such detail in a few milliseconds?

He kept thrusting, not knowing anything for sure except that he was going to cum somewhere and soon...

He made his decision at the last second, and the cum spurted out of his cock as his prostate contracted and his cock throbbed and he groaned with pleasure; his hips still thrusting as the semen flowed and puddled, and he panted into Melanie's neck and she hugged him tight.

He lay on top of her, still breathing hard, in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, and noticed how quiet it suddenly seemed to be.

"It sounds like the storm is over," she said.

So it was. No more thunder, just a quiet drip, drip, drip of rain from the eaves. That's okay -- he was pretty sure there would be more thunderstorms to come; it was the south after all.