It got dark early this evening. Thick, roiling clouds had welled up all afternoon, blowing through on a rising wind. Everyone had been chatting about it all day: after the hot humidity of the week, a storm was finally brewing. Some complained, saying it had ruined their plans. You smiled quietly. Oh no, not yours. Even unformed as they had been, yours had only been improved.

Lying on your back, you open your eyes for a moment, at first unseeing before you catch sight of curtains, billowing in gusts of wind through the open window. The curtains are not closed. You don’t want them closed for this.

Your hands grasp tightly at bunched up bed sheets and you groan again, arching your body as another wave of pleasure hits. You lift your shoulders from the bed and let go of the duvet, reaching down to grip his hair as he continues to pleasure you.

His deft tongue is hungry for you, and he knows his stuff. Fuck, you’re going to come again in a moment, you can feel it rising as he licks and plays with you.

The first time you came was in the bar, of all places. You had tried to hide it, but you know the couple over the other side of the bar could see what was happening. And you know they were as excited about it as you. They knew he was pleasuring you under the table, his fingers having made their slow and naughty way up your thigh while he chatted with you, an expression of false innocence playing mischievously on his face. You’d looked him right in the eyes as he first slipped his fingers inside you. You’d dared him, and he’d met your challenge.

Lying to yourself, you said it wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be just a first date. Just a drink. You met him online, and had been flirting for days. You both knew you fancied each other. It wasn’t supposed to be his way, you said, but you knew you wanted each other from the moment you met at the bar. And all day, you’d known the storm was coming.

When you came in the bar, after he had been touching you with increasing confidence, you knew that you wanted him in the bedroom. Even though the staff didn’t see it, that other couple did. You made no effort to hide it from them, as a reward for their excitement. You tensed, you moaned quietly, and you kissed him deeply after. You know they were turned on, too.

You left with him, and don’t remember everything between now and then. It’s a haze of kissing, touching, pressing against walls. The firmness of his body against yours, the tangle of his fingers in your hair. His lips on your neck, your legs wrapped around him. Some of it was here in the bedroom. Some of it was definitely on the way.

The metallic sound of his belt coming undone: that one you had liked. It had preceded his deep moan when you took his cock between your lips and met his eyes, looking back up at him. He’d had one hand braced on the wall above you, the other in your hair... and his mouth was half open as you pleasured him. You ran your tongue over his length, enjoying him, taking him right up to the moment that he began to tremble with barely suppressed pleasure. Then you led him to the bed, stopping only to let him slide your dress off you. That had been all you were wearing, other than your heels. You still had those on, and even now his hands were running over your smooth legs, from thigh to the straps of your stilettos as his tongue told a tale of your pleasure.

You moan again, finally coming for the second time, determined the next time will be with his hard cock inside you. You waste no time and whisper to him to fuck you, to take you now. He doesn’t hesitate, working his way up your body with kisses and tongue, little nibbles accompanying the light brush of his hands on you. While he didn’t hesitate, he does take his time though, pausing on that sensitive area above your hips, how did he know about that? Then your breasts, he definitely enjoys those. Your breathing is shallow as he caresses them with his tongue, sucking lightly on your nipples. Then your neck again, oh, your neck. You like what he’s doing there, even as you feel his weight shifting, moving fully above you. You wrap your arms around his back, embracing the fullness of his body above yours, letting him slip gently into your wetness.

It’s good. It’s very good. He feels amazing inside you, and the moment is perfected by the first flash of promised lightning. The storm has arrived, just as you both begin to fuck. The world wanted this to happen. The flash of light in the room illuminates his body above you, the shine of ecstasy in his eyes. For a brief second you catch sight of him in the mirror, his tight ass moving in time with your hips as he presses deep into you.

The flash is over in a moment, but you took everything in. The feel of him, the smell of him. The sharp contrast of the light and the shadows, the press of the sheets beneath you, the tangle of your hair on the pillow. The sound of his breathing, controlled but short like yours. This won’t last long. He needs you too badly. You need him just as bad.

The room shakes with thunder as you move together, and you realise you’ve already lost track of time. How long has the storm been crashing? How long were your eyes closed, how long were you just enjoying the pleasure of feeling him move with you as light flashed outside and peals of thunder filled the sky?

You roll on top of him, not letting him slip out of you, a tricky move that makes you both smile in the darkness. As you straighten, riding him, the room is lit up again. This time you know it’s him that gets to see everything. The tumble of your hair, the curve of your breasts, his hands on your waist, your legs spread, straddling him. It’s a good sight; he’s earned that one.

It doesn’t take long to feel the next climax rise, and this time you do it together. The thrill of the storm and the rushing coolness of the wind in the warm room match the mixed pleasures of his soft hands, firm body, and hard cock. This time, when you let the wave of pleasure release, you feel his release inside you, too. You both cry out, pleasure merging with the noise of the storm, animal appreciation, a cry to the power of the storm and the power of each other.

Ragged breathing takes over as you collapse back to the sheets together. Trembling fingers trace lines through beads of sweat on each other’s skin. You gaze silently at each other, you kiss, you breath the smell of being close together. You listen to the sounds of the storm as it races off into the night. What other lovers will get the same experience tonight? Plenty, you hope.

It was only supposed to be a drink, you told yourself, but you’re glad it wasn’t.