by Alessia Brio
"You just know they'll be so completely obvious in the morning!" she moped.
"Mmm. Wait, wait!" Gene played the beam across her. Bingo. "I see em; they're stuck to the slicker." He peeled the cloth off and presented it to her. They giggled from relief and embraced again. "You were incredible, baby. You always were."
"Thanks, Gene." She hugged him tightly, and they stood in the hug a long minute.
"Isn't it supposed to rain again?" she whispered.
"Yeah, tomorrow afternoon and evening, they said, but we haven't heard an update since before—what are you thinking?"
"Oh—nothing."
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A Storm in Time
© Savannah Reardon
"Fuck!" Abbie cursed as a loud boom of thunder shook the windows behind her, and the lights flickered and then extinguished. The document she had been typing vanished to a pinpoint on the monitor in front of her before it disappeared completely. "Fucking sonofabitch!"
A soft, amber glow appeared in the doorway and grew brighter as footsteps sounded on the carpet. "Forget to save again?" asked Jessie as he ambled through the doorway. The only answer was Abbie's glare. "You'd think you would have learned your lesson by now."
"You'd think." The words barely registered as she forced them through pursed lips.
He moved further into the room and laid the flashlight on the desk, the beam pointing away from the disgruntled young woman sitting behind it. "Relax. It'll come back on, and you'll get it finished." He stood behind her chair and kneaded her shoulders with his strong fingers.
"With the way the electric company around here works, it could be hours."
"I can only hope."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't get your panties in a wad. I just meant that as long as the electricity is off, I have you all to myself."
"Damnit, Jessie, I need to get this proposal finished or my boss will have my ass."
"That's my job."
Abbie couldn't stop the smile from forming at his joke. "C'mon, Jessie. Be serious. I'm not going to make a good impression if the first proposal I'm put in charge of is late."
"Don't worry, babe. I have faith in you. You'll get it done, but the fact of the matter is that there's nothing you can do about it right now."
The tension in Abbie's muscles eased as Jessie's strong fingers worked their magic. "I guess you're right. No point in working myself up over something I have no control over."
"Especially when I can get you worked up about something else."
Jessie spun the chair around and kneeled between her legs. The flashlight provided just enough illumination for him to see what he was doing. He hooked his fingers underneath the hem of her skirt and dragged it upwards until the creamy skin of her thighs came into view.
She shivered as he bent forward and ran his tongue up the inside of one leg from her knee to the top of her thigh. He pushed the skirt higher to reveal her mound.
"God, I love the fact that you don't wear panties," Jessie moaned as he nestled his face between her legs.
Abbie slid forward a bit in the chair and spread her thighs to give him access to her pussy. Her fingers gripped the black plastic armrests as his tongue delved between her moist lips. Pleasure coiled in her belly from the swiping of his tongue across her clit. She began to rock against his face, grinding herself against the insistent lashes. As the storm crashed outside, an entirely different kind of storm was building inside Abbie.
The chair creaked beneath the hungry movements of her body. Heat suffused her, and droplets of sweat formed on her skin. The arousal spawned by his tongue had hardened her nipples, and they rubbed in pleasant torture against the fabric of her shirt, adding to her desire. Her teeth sank into the flushed expanse of her bottom lip as her body stiffened. Soft moans escaped from between her clenched jaw as sparks of pleasure erupted within her. Jessie rode the wave of her passion, his tongue never stopping its constant laving as the orgasm ripped through Abbie. Only when her moans ceased and her bucking stopped did he remove his tongue from her swollen bud and stand to his feet.
Without saying a word, he put his hands under her arms and lifted Abbie to her feet. He guided her a couple of steps to the desk and sat her on the wooden surface. Her fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, and he moaned as she grasped his hard cock. Bending forward, he captured her mouth with demanding lips and thrust his tongue inside.
She tasted the flavor of her own juices as he ravished her mouth, his tongue swiping around hers. Grabbing the lapels of her shirt, he wrenched them open and the buttons plinked against the desk and floor as they were torn from their anchors and fell. Abbie gasped as his fingers closed over an achy nipple and pinched firmly. Pleasure shot through her, and she arched into his touch.
Not wanting to wait any longer to feel him inside her, she guided his hard shaft to her wet entrance. When their skin connected, he thrust forward and impaled her, eliciting a loud moan from Abbie. He put his hands on her ass, and his fingers sunk into her skin as he plunged into her.
Abbie leaned back, resting her weight on her hands, and wrapped her legs around Jessie. She arched into him as he bent forward and sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Her body surged along with the rain outside as pleasure reigned inside her. He lashed her nipple until it throbbed and then gave the same treatment to the other one. Abbie cried out as the waves of pleasure inside her built to a crescendo.
Jessie released her nipples and straightened, using his hands on her ass as leverage to increase the speed and power of his thrusts. He fucked her to the tempo of the deluge beating down on the roof, his cock driving into her soft folds with relentless force. Abbie's arms gave out beneath her, and she collapsed back onto the desk as her second orgasm exploded within her. As the spasms blasted through her body, the storm answered with a loud, crashing boom of thunder and the lights suddenly blared on.
A pink flush spread across Abbie's exposed skin as release claimed her. Jessie grunted loudly and slammed forward, burying his cock into her pussy one last time as cum spurted from the tip.
"Well that was perfect timing," quipped Abbie as she sat up and attempted to straighten the remains of her clothes. "For once, the electric company did something right."
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When It Rains, It Pours
© Gabrielle Miel
Hey, Tri-State! Wake up! Today is going to be a beautiful day! Rise and Shine sleepy heads! To get you going on your way to a happy day here's Bon Jovi and....
Before I even hear what the "next song" will be, I hit the sleep button on my alarm clock... "Just seven more minutes," I plead as I look at the numbers 6:30 blaring back at me in bright red lights. Wincing, I close my eyes and pull the covers over my head. I know full well that I will not be able to sleep for another seven minutes, but just lying in bed and trying to wake up is worth it. The old adage, "Another day, another dollar" ran through my head. A dollar! More like chump change, but it pays the rent.
I slide the covers down just enough so I can see those red numbers ~ 6:36 a.m. Click! 6:37 a.m. "Damn! I hate when that happens!"
"...temperatures could rise into the 90's today with a bit of overcast in the late afternoon. But I think..."
"I don't care what you think," I say as I shut my alarm clock off. Tossing back the covers and sitting up, I stretch and immediately feel a pain in my back. Still I smile at the memory of just why I have that pain and how I got it. I feel my body tingle as I close my eyes and recall every second, every moment of yesterday. Yes. It may have rained. But it was the best rainy day of my entire adult life...
* * * *
The day didn't start out annoying: it gradually became annoying. I needed to go food shopping and headed up to the grocery store a few towns away. It was an okay weather day except for the fact that the sun was hidden behind very thick gray clouds. Even though the temperature said eighty-five degrees, it felt much cooler, so I didn't mind doing "indoor" chores. This Saturda
y the roads were pretty busy. Traffic was at a stop and go pace, so the trip to the store that would normally take me fifteen minutes took forty-five. The parking lot was crowded; it took another fifteen minutes to find a spot, and that was at the other end of the shopping center. ARGH! It was not going well and my mood was getting darker and darker, as were the clouds in the sky. I made my way through the grocery store, picking up just enough to get me through the week. Since I live alone, I usually shop week to week. I only go to the larger grocery stores for the more important products like toilet paper, paper towels, and the like. Today, I was just getting things like milk, bread, and such. As I get to the counter...Surprise, surprise! Just about every item on the customer in front of me needed to be price checked! I could feel my blood pressure rising.
Just as I was about to take my items and find another line, I heard my cell phone ringing and fished for it in my pocketbook. I recognized the number and answered it. "Hello?" I said a bit coldly.
"Hey. It's me. What are you up to?"
"Don't ask!" I replied, sounding completely drone.
"Oh! Still mad at me, huh?"
"Yes. Plus today is not going too well," I said. "What's up? Where are you?" I started putting my grocery items back on the belt.
"Well... actually I'm down the shore."
"WHAT?!" I exclaim and then whisper into the phone. "What do you mean you are down the shore? Are you crazy?"
"I know."
I shook my head. So irresponsible, clear-headed, which was exactly what I was beginning to say before I was cut off.
"Look. I know. I know. But I rented a room for the weekend. I want you to come down here."
"No." Sounding quite pissed-off.
"Yes. It's going to be a beautiful day. Come on. We need this."
I couldn't deny that. I did need to just relax. Work was becoming very difficult to deal with, and I was taking it out on the one person who meant everything to me. Every time I would come home, my thoughts and conversation orbited my job, my anger, and the inabilities of everyone around me. Our relationship was becoming strained. We hardly talked about what mattered to "us" anymore and I knew that I wasn't helping much. We had a huge fight last night after dinner. The fight dealt with my getting older, being stuck in a dead end job and quite possibly a dead end relationship. There were quite a few colorful words spat at each other, and instead of sleeping at my house, he sped off to his apartment.
I was still angry with him and really didn't want to see him. I thought of every excuse I could say, but as I opened my mouth the only words that came out was, "Fine." I heard his soft laughter from the other end of the phone and smiled. I pictured him in my mind. Tall, brown hair that was thinning, brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He hadn't exercised much lately, but his body was still in wonderful shape. Although I loved feeling safe in his arms, the warmth of his body, and inhaling his scent, something was missing. I missed feeling romantic with him. The passion in our relationship was starting to dwindle. I found myself fantasizing about other men, flirting with them, sometimes wondering what it would be like to be fucked by another man. Our lovemaking had become rudimentary. Getting it in before it was too late, then giving a quick kiss before falling asleep. "I'm not getting any younger," I was beginning to think. "Is this all there is?"
"Great!" Mike said. "You know the place. Room 16. See you soon. Be careful!"
"Bye." I sighed as I hung up. I paid the cashier and started to the parking lot. I breathed in deeply when I saw the sun shining. "Maybe things will be brightening up after all!" On my way home, I thought about what I would say to Mike. Perhaps ask him for a bit of a break. Just to see where my life is heading. But every time I tried to think what to say, I just couldn't come up with the right words. I was hoping that the ride down the shore would clear my mind. Maybe I was looking into everything just far too much. He never seemed to have a problem expressing himself, and I knew he didn't want out of this relationship. I didn't either. I loved him deeply.
When I finally got home, I threw my bathing suit into my duffle and put on a pair of blue shorts with a tight, white tank top. Tossing my bag into the back seat, I hit the road. Since the weather was holding out, I put the top down of my convertible. I loved my car: a 1969 blue Camaro SS with black "bumble bee" striping. The old man I'd bought it from had rambled on about the 350 engine, the horsepower, and how the model was one of the first to have air conditioning and blah, blah, blah. But all I'd seen and what had won me over was the shape of the car and that it had hide-away headlights. "Women!" was all the guy had said as I had written a check and driven the car away.
Mike knows a heck of a lot more than I do about cars and racing cars. He stopped dead in his tracks when he first saw my car, and I swear it was love at first sight. I often joked to him that if I got rid of the car, he'd probably leave me. With the wind whipping through my hair and my music on, traveling down the shore went quickly. Pulling into the hotel parking lot, I noticed a white note on the door of the room Mike rented. "Now what?" I thought as I reached the door and ripped the note off. It read:
"G - Didn't want to waste the sun. Meet me on the beach! - M"
I shook my head and tried the door. "Locked!" I laughed a not-so-funny laugh. I made my way toward the beach and noticed that the sun was going in and the wind becoming a bit colder. I looked up to the sky and saw that the clouds were getting thick and black. Not so surprisingly, the beach wasn't that crowded. It was nearing the end of the summer and most of the vacationers had already packed up on Labor Day, so the weekend was pretty light. I shaded my eyes and searched for Mike. Kicking off my flip flops, I walked on the sand until I was stopped by his voice.
"Hey, beautiful!"
I turned around in its direction and saw him standing there with his arms open. I walked slowly over to him, and he embraced me. I breathed his scent in deeply and wrapped my arms around him. Everything that I hated about him at that moment faded away. I knew I loved him and wanted to be with him forever. In his arms was where I belonged.
"I am sorry about last night." he said into my hair, his breath tickling my ear.
"Me, too." I hugged him tighter and then pulled away to receive his warm kiss. The kiss was a familiar kiss. My mouth opened to receive his tongue as it flicked around mine, tasting me. Suddenly he pulled away.
"Hey...wait! Look..." he said as he pointed behind him. There was a blanket laid out on the sand, with a picnic basket on one side and a bottle of wine leaning next to it. I looked at him with my mouth open. He never did anything like that. I wasn't even sure if he knew how. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the blanket. He reached down, opened the bottle, and poured me a glass of wine. "Madame, your wine!" he said teasingly.
"Merci!" I laughingly replied, taking the plastic wineglass. "Oh, very fancy!" I teased as we tapped our glasses in silent toast.
Before I could even take a sip, there was a huge thunderclap, and it began to rain.
"Oh! NO!" I screamed, dropping my glass on the blanket. "My convertible is down!"
We both ran but by the time we had the top put in place, we were totally drenched. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Staring at the rain soaked interior, I realized I was crying, as I could taste the salt tears sliding on my lips. Even when Mike wrapped his arms around me, I couldn't stop crying. He just held me, stroking my hair and leaving little kisses here and there on my face and the top of my head.
"Hey, babe... it's okay!"
Nodding my head against his shoulder, I knew he was right. I knew at that moment, being held in his warm embrace, that everything was going to be all right. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. "Your picnic is ruined!" I sniffled. "It was so romantic, too."
"Our picnic...and it's not ruined. Let's go inside and... Oh, no!" Mike moaned and searched his shorts pocket frantically.
"What now?" I laughed incredulously.
"The room key is in the picnic basket."
"Well, I'd suggest going into the car,
but my bag is on the blanket, and guess what's inside?"
"Don't tell me!"
We both looked at each other and started to laugh. "When it rains, it pours, huh?" I said, biting my lip and shaking my head.
"Well, since we are already wet, what do you say we continue our picnic?" Mike suggested, lifting his eyebrows up and down.
This was so unlike him, but I didn't want to say that to him and ruin the moment. I just smiled at him and nodded. We stopped every once in a while on our way to the blanket, hugging, kissing and laughing at our silliness. Mike's eyes never really made it all the way to my face; his gaze burning into my torso, watching the way my nipples were protruding through my thin, very wet tank top. When we got to the blanket, Mike pulled me close to him, his hands sliding under my tank, caressing my wet skin. His fingers splayed out on my ribs, then moved to my back, pulling me even closer—so close I could feel his skin against my breasts.
The rain was coming down lighter now, but we hardly noticed as we dropped to the blanket. I winced as I landed on top of the plastic wine glass, but forgot about it as Mike began to kiss my face, trailing kisses along my neck and sucking the rain through my shirt in an attempt to suck upon my nipples.
Reaching up and cradling his head in my hands, I quickly rolled so that I was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. I slowly removed my shirt, tossing it on the blanket. Mike moaned and sat up, his mouth hungrily taking in my breast, his tongue flicking the nipple, his teeth gently nipping it. My hands gripped his hair, pulling his face closer as I arched my head back, feeling the rain dance off my face. I closed my eyes and pictured what we were doing: a fantasy of mine that I never imagined Mike would ever make come true. I felt my body begin to tingle with arousal. I arched my back as Mike's tongue licked the rain off my stomach, reaching the top of my shorts. He pulled away only to undo the button and zipper and push my shorts down my hips. We laughed as the rain made it impossible to remove my shorts quickly, the soaked materials almost sticking to my skin. But the laughter stopped as he began to caress my skin, looking deep into my eyes.