A Calm in the Storm

Michael and Eliza meet again on a stormy night.

The rain had just begun, lightly tinkling on the metal roof. In for a night of storms, Eliza settled in with some iced coffee and a lineup of shows she could listen to in the background without having to think very hard. Stormy nights always made Eliza a little warm inside, longing to match the atmosphere's electricity with her own sensuality.

Sipping the iced, caffeinated goodness, she sat on her sofa and leaned her head back, thinking of Michael. She hadn't seen him in weeks and was missing his broad, sexy shoulders and wavy, silver hair. The first echoes of thunder brought a harder rain on the roof. Slinking down into the seat, Eliza placed her feet on the ottoman in front of her, letting her legs fall to the sides. Eyes closed, listening to the strengthening downpour, Michael's chiseled face filled her mind. She long for his touch and his kiss...and him.

Feeling the dawn of excitement, she gently rubbed the inside of her right thigh, wishing it were Michael's instead. She loved his legs and dreamed of kissing the inside of his shapely thighs. Eliza's hand moved inward, letting her fingers gently touch her labia through her comfortable red lounge pants. If only Michael were here.

Slipping her hand into her pants and beneath her panties, she slipped her index finger between the labia and let the others cup the outside. Already aroused, she rounded her clit and penetrated herself with the index finger, then added the middle, thinking of her silver-haired Michael doing it to her.

Needing more space, she slipped off her lounge pants, tossed them aside, and began again.

Knock, knock, knock

Who on earth could that be? Eliza, now wearing only a t-shirt and panties, hopped up and looked out the peephole in the door.

"Michael??!!"

She opened the door, hiding behind it until he got into the house.

"What on earth are you doing here?" she exclaimed as he wrapped her in a very tight embrace.

"I had to see you. The rain was driving me crazy, and I needed to be with you tonight."

Michael kissed Eliza deeply, swirling his tongue around hers, almost sucking her into him.

"What were you doing?" he asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Eliza replied, coyly, with a teasing smile on her face.

"I definitely do now," Michael said, grinning.

"Have a seat," Eliza guided, holding out her hand to the ottoman in front of the couch.

She took her seat back on the sofa, placed her feet on the ottoman, and let her legs fall to the sides again. Michael's grin expanded and his eyes brightened.

Eliza slipped her hand back into her panties and began to stroke herself again. Michael, already bursting at the seams, tossed off his t-shirt and pulled off his athletic pants and boxers in one movement. His beautiful nakedness before her, Eliza grew even more aroused.

Michael threw his left leg over hers, so he was standing over her. He lifted off her t-shirt to reveal her bare, soft breasts that he loved so much.

Eliza sunk down into the sofa a little more so he could pull her panties off and toss them into the growing pile of garments.

She let her legs fall to the side again; she is fully available to Michael.

"Let me watch you," he said, almost begging.

Her fingers swirled around her throbbing clit, then entered her vagina and began to thrust in and out, the slapping sound of her wetness arousing Michael fully.

Unable to stand merely watching anymore, Michael put his knees under Eliza's trembling thighs and guided his pulsing, purple penis to lightly graze from her clit to her vaginal opening, where he pushed in only the head. He kissed her like he'd never kissed her before, the weeks of distance that had bottled up his desire finally rushing forth.

Thunder clapped loudly and the rain became heavier. He pushed himself into her completely. Michael's intensity matched the storm's crescendo, thrusting harder and faster into Eliza, who moaned in ecstasy, thighs shaking and pelvis jerking in pleasure.

With a scream Eliza came, and Michael felt her orgasm on his now tight shaft. He was close himself. Eliza tightened up on him as he pounded and pounded into her, feeling his balls bursting. Michael let out a long, loud groan as his semen rushed into Eliza. He collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his strong, chiseled body, wanting nothing between them.

Michael pulled away and looked lovingly into her green eyes and smiled. "Thank you for showing me what love is."

Eliza took his face into her hands and gazed into the blue eyes that had captured her heart years before. She didn't need to say anything. Pressing her soft lips into his, she kissed him tenderly, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and pulling his face into her chest.

Michael breathed deeply, as if to exhale the pain of the past, resting in Eliza's bosom. She kissed his head, running her fingers through his hair. He rolled over next to her on the sofa and pulled her to him, where she could now rest her head on his chest, near his heart. This was her favorite place. Hearing the heartbeat of the man who had become her heart made the world feel right and brought calm to her spirit, even when everything around was as wild as the storm raging outside.