Passion Storm

The light breeze is so peaceful in the cove this afternoon. It was a three-hour sail getting here, an enjoyable sail as we visited, caressed and teased one another. Stepping from the boat to the small skiff was no small adventure either! Now you hear the sounds of the water moving past the little boat, the oars dipping, pulling and then dribbling as they raise out of the water, the little stream running down them, then ready to grab the water again and pull us a little further forward. The sun warms your back as you pick out the aromas of pine, cedar, wildflowers and meadow grass wafting past you. It is easy for you to see why this is a favorite spot of mine. 

You watch as my shoulders and arms work the oars easily. The muscles flex then release in rhythm with the oars. You reach out with your bare foot and stroke my calf with your toes as you look at me with eyes so beautiful, so tempting, so available, it is all I can do to concentrate on my task at hand.

On reaching shore I leap into the shallow water and pull the boat ashore, allowing you to step out into meadow grass without stepping into the water. We grab the picnic lunch and the bottle of Merlot, and hand in hand we race up the meadow to a small landing. Once there we look out over the cove and the endless islands of the San Juans. I stand behind you and lightly wrap my arms about you. I brush your hair from one shoulder and whisper into your ear, asking if it was as beautiful as I promised. Your gaze and silence tells me all I need to know. I gently kiss your shoulder, your neck and the lobe of your ear, hug you tightly to me, then pull away.

I spread the blanket on the ground then lie down on my side and invite you to join me. As I pull out the hard rolls, sliced meats, cheeses and strawberries, you lie with me. We don't talk; our eyes telling everything. I place a strawberry between my teeth and you bite off the other half as we enjoy a sweet kiss, then laugh. We play footsies as we enjoy our wine, our lunch, and each other. 

Suddenly a huge black cloud, swollen with rain, rolls over the trees from behind the hill. We see the hillside illuminate in a bright white light and then are deafened by the fast following thunder. We start to scramble to get the blanket up and the picnic things together, but the fast moving storm cloud finds us before we are done and a warm spring shower drenches us. 

Another flash and the rolling thunder seems to shake the ground.

I look at you as you are trying to pick up our things and I see your wet hair pasted to your face, your wet clothing sticking to your body, defining your outline as only your best lingerie does. I move to you and pull you into my arms and kiss your wet lips. Your warm body is inviting as you return my kiss. I pull you even closer to me and I feel your erect nipples through your shirt. Our lips are still locked together. Our hands begin to roam our wet bodies.

Another sharp flash, and the rolling of the thunder.

I ease you back onto the meadow, into the wet grass. Our lips are still locked together, and I feel like I am going to drown from the pooling water on our faces getting in my nose. I stroke your body up and down, my hands roaming through your wet hair, along your neck, your sides, your breasts. I swell within my wet Levi's, begging for release. I break free of our kiss and roam your body with my mouth and tongue, exploring, kissing, tasting. I undo the buttons of your soaking blouse with my teeth. I kiss every area of your exposed flesh I can find. When I can find no knew areas to explore, I finally release your perfect fleshy mounds, that I may explore them with my tongue and lips. 

Frequent flashes and bursts of thunder only fuel our passion for one another.

As I draw one, then the other of your magnificent erect nipples into my mouth and suckle, lick and nibble; your hand explores my crotch. They are both their now, rubbing and stroking, struggling with the wet fabric trying to free my manhood. 

Another flash and a burst of thunder, so close it is on us, but we only know our own desires, fueled by our love and the raw passion of Nature that surrounds us.

I free my crotch from your hands as I kiss my way further down your body. I undo your pants and attempt to pull them down, exposing your womanhood to my anxious tongue, but the wet fabric bunches about your hips and will not come free. We are both tugging now, until I give up and jump up, grab your pants by the ankles and drag them off of you, then remove mine, tripping in the wet grass in my hurry.

As I lie between your thighs, you spread them and raise them over my shoulders. Your hands roam my hair and try to guide the ministrations of my tongue. I circle and lick and kiss the outside of your lips, careful to avoid the hood and the protected clit within. Not yet, not yet. 

Another flash and the thunder rolls. 

The warm rain glistens on your body, almost giving you the appearance of a woodsprite or a fairy princess as you arch your back in this ethereal world to allow my tongue greater access to you. I lick my way down between the cheeks of your butt, and spread the cheeks with my hand as I spear and play with the brown hole with my tongue. I want to play here for a long time, but cannot because of the pooling water around my nose. I find it necessary to break free of you frequently to keep from drowning…much to your chagrin. 

Another bright flash and the thunder rolls.

Now I attack your woman hood with a fury and passion that matches the storm that surrounds us. Hungrily I drink of your juices as my tongue searches deep. One hand roams your breasts as the other has a finger entering your brown hole, only the first knuckle passing back and forth past the opening, spreading and contracting as the knuckle goes in and out. I expose your clit from the hood and wrap my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth, engorging it with blood as my tongue rolls around it.

I am gazing up your body as the next flash illuminates you, then the ground shakes from the thunder.

I kiss my way back up your body. I find your lips with mine. I poise my manhood at your opening, giving a fine wiggle as the lips spread, but never letting you feel more than my helmet. You lock your ankles behind me and drive me into you. I give you all I have, reaching deep into you, then slowly withdraw, only to slam in again. I feel your urgency, you are bucking into me, your ankles pulling me, and I cannot stand it any longer.

There is a flash and I slam into you, connecting with your mound at the very moment of the next thunderclap, almost as if our bodies had created the sound.

I slam in and out of you with wild abandon now, no control left. Faster and harder I go, yet amazingly you match me stroke for stroke. You lock your lips onto my neck and shoulder as your orgasm reaches its peak, ready for release. You feel me suddenly throb and swell to new dimensions with in you, and you know it is time. 

A sudden flash and thunder burst, and your flood gates open as I press into you, trying to crawl within you so deep I want to bury myself as hot jets of man cream fill you and mix with your own juices.

I hold you tightly too me as I diminish in size within you. You hold me as well, almost as if we are trying to merge into one another and become one. The rain has let up. We see the flash and hear the thunder and know it is moving away. I look deep into your incredible eyes and tell you I never want this moment to end. I want the world to stand still and let me hold you like this forever. But we find that with our passion no longer fueling us, our wet bodies are being chilled by the light breeze of the afternoon. We are secluded, so we gather our things and walk naked to the skiff that will take us to the boat. The boat and a warm shower where we may wash each others back, and towels, and a warm bed waiting for us explore one another even further than we did in the meadow.

I look back to the landing and know this private place of mine, this safe place I have shared with you, will have new meaning for me from now on.