Cabin thunderstorm 

  The air was heavy, the temperature still in the eighties.  This temperature 
is with the sun having set  two hours ago.  It had the makings of a natural 
phenomena.  A really special one.  Thunderstorm.  A couple of sprinkles are all 
the action so far.
But preparations are important and I have prepared.  A portable CD Player,  a 
couple fragrant candles.  They have them in a scent that is light and sweet 
and wishful.  Gardenia.  They will burn long.   An incense holder for the 
sticks of wisteria.  A cooler of  wine, and ice and chilled glasses.  And a few 
more essentials.
The porch is nicely opened and receives  a nice breeze all year long when the 
sun goes down.  The wind chimes, blow and turns and a tingling of metal and 
glass fill the night air.  All night long the soothing sound plays.
Blowing leaves, dried and colorful, belie the fact that the temperature was 
80, while it is early fall.  A freak of nature, but that freak will bring a 
drastic change of temperature with the hearalded storms.  The wind is blowing now 
and gusts fill the night, woooshing and announcing the approach of something 
terrible, but also wonderful.  Splat.  Splat.  Splat.  Large drops of moisture 
strike the driveway and the screens and porch roof.  Then a steady fall or 
rain.  You can hear sucessive sheets walk across the waters of the lake and then 
the grassy yard.  
Yes.  This will be a wonderful night.  In the distance rumble of thunder.  
Then a distant flash.  Lighting the clouds momentarily. The rain is now just a 
steady downpour.  The thunder is louder and the streaks of light are visible, 
reflecting off the troubled waters of the lake.  The wind is whipping small 
white caps.  They just barely break on the pier now and then. The surrounding 
woods now joins in the symphony of sound as the leaves and branch rattle in the 
wind.
Down to the pier we walk, fingers twined, the grass wet and the wind pelts 
the rain hard against our bodies.  The thunder and lightning have now reached 
the lake and it is like a light show as bolt after bolt swing back and forth 
over the water.  The thunder mixes one with the other. Reaching the pier, we sit 
down on the end of the rough wood and our legs dangle in the cool water.  The 
air temp is warm, but the water never made it up past 60's.  
Goosebumps and an occasional shiver as a white cap washes across our legs.  A 
start as a loud burst of thunder and a ragged bolt of lightning streakes 
across the water almost simultaneouly.     
The wind is now cooling, rapidly the air temperature and the rain is not cool 
hard pellets.  We giggle as the waves are crashing against the pier and then 
over the toppushing us backwards momentarily with its force.  Wet is wet, but 
a bucket or many at one time gets your attention.
Climbing up we dance to the gods, shaking our fists.  Shorts and tops are 
plastered to our bodies.  We been in a twenty minutes wash and rinse cycle.  
Pulling our shirts off and letting our shorts fall to the deck, we caper in 
circles naked to the wild animals of the woods, if they are stupid enough to watch 
our actions.  Swinging arms and flailing legs.  The wet, now rapidly cooling 
air, wind blown, raises goose bumps and hardening bumps on our chests.  Your 
nipples pushed forward by the globes of your breasts as  my little nipples barely 
discernable on my chest.  Stark relief from a flash, highlights the form of a 
wood nymph.  Freeze frames.  The laughter and giggling disturbing the night 
air.  An owl hidden in the woods, hoots in laughter at the silly humans.  
Slipping and sliding we run to the cabin.  The rain and wind and boomers sustained 
and reachng crescendo and then climbing some more.
On the porch of the cabin, we turn your arm around my  waist and mine around 
yours.  Leaning against a post support, we watch our private concert.  
Shivering we lean closer to each other.  Heads cocking slightly our lips touch.  
Moisture glistening on the tip of your nose, my tongue laps as it forms a droplet 
to fall.  Your eyes looking fiercely into mine.  And then a twinkle and they 
seem to light up.  The lightning flashes and our bodies are a white blot 
against the darkness of the cabin.  Your breasts two white buoys floating on your 
darker chest and stomach.  A strip of white surrounding the furry nest and then 
darker legs and stomach also framing the paleness of skin.
Your stomach ripples as a fierce gust of wind drives the cold drops under the 
cabin roof.  Little bumps raise and the soft down of your pelvic is fluffed 
with the gust.
Our lips meet again and facing our arms clasp backs and we are one with the 
earth.  Moist flesh join pressed close.  Tongues duel and lips suck.  First one 
and then the other hot moist mouth takes control.  Breathes fighting for room 
and exchange.  Expusion of air, condenses and little wisps of fog run from 
our  porch to be sniffed out by a multitude of rain drops.  
From the tree line, larger wisps of mist form and wind out into the clearing 
in front of the cabin.  The temperature is dropping and the coolness is now a 
chill.  The storm is abating, but again forming on the other side of the lake. 
 Coming around again for another drenching.
Slowly we break the lip lock and  I reach inside the cabin and pull a a thick 
soft fluffy towel off a hook.  Facing you, I daube the moisture from your 
face, and lean forward and just so gently touch your lips.  Then the point of 
your chin.  Draping the towel over your shoulders, I pull you to my chest and 
briskly rub the moisture from your shoulders and back.  Hands grasping your 
shoulders, I push you away and then towel the long column of your neck and then the 
top of your chest,  The wispy material of the terrycloth, rubbing the 
sensitive cells of your hardened nipples, a soft moan escapes your lips.  The round 
globes patted dry and then lifting each breast, drying the underside.
As lower to my knees, my lips suckle briefly at yur breasts and then kiss 
your navel.  The towel again wrapping around behind and spreading your cheeks 
slightly, drying the inner cheeks, then around the sides of your thighs.  A rub 
and a pat and a rub and a pat, at the soft curly hairs, drying the moisture of 
the raindrops.  Patting and rubbing one thigh, and then you spread your stance 
ever so slightly to acccomodate the towel thickness as it wipes at the backs 
of your legs.  
Now kneeling on one knee, I lift your foot and set it on the top of my thigh. 
 Your hands grasp my head and shoulders as you gain your balance.  The ends 
of the towels, wiping between each toe.  Now your toe is wiggling and nudging 
the softly raised head that sways alongside my thigh.  Taking your foot firmly, 
I place it on the floor and then minister to your other cute digets.  This 
time your little toe, trys to tease.  Finishing with your feet, I now touch your 
velvety inner thigh and push, nudge it to open the inverted Y of your body.
My lips lean forward and kiss the curly, taking in the musk of your 
lubricated lips.  My lips breathe deeply and exhale a warm rush of air, rushing at the 
groove of your slightly swollen lips.  Parting them with one hand, I towel the 
moisture, but as I wipe some away more appears.  Finally surrendering to a 
losing battle,  I toss the towel across the room.
Moving to the door you pull another towel from a hook and  then you pull me 
to my feet.  Your hands rub briskly drying the skin, a ruddy glow takes the 
place of my white flesh.  My nipples small parodies of your swollen nubs, but 
growing ever so slightly as you rub them gently and then your mouth and teeth 
lightly nip them.   Going around behind me, your towel quickly rubs and dries my 
back and a towel wrapped finger teases between my cheeks.     Stepping back, 
your wrist snaps a towel that stings my cheek and makes me lurch forward.  
Turning, all I see is an angelic smile and twinkling eyes.  
Now you kneel in front of me and rub my legs dry.  A package of my ball sack 
wrapped in the towel and then squeezed and squeezed a little more firmly.    I 
wince sligthly and then folding the towel its length, try to hang it not on 
the peg on the wall of the cabin.  As is slowly slides to the floor with it 
weight, my penis whips to the ceiling and a laughs erupts from your pursed lips.  
A quick kiss on the tip and you stand.
As you walk to the small kitchen area, I turn down the wicks on the lanterns 
and light some Gardenia scented candles.  Walking to the firsplace, I quickly 
light the kindling and quickly a fire is roaring and throws shadows on the 
wall.  My sweetheart walks over to the fire with two glasses of liebfraumilch and 
sits downs on the opened sleeping bag in front of the fireplace.
The room is illuminated again by a flash of lighting and a second later a 
clap of thunder echo through the room. The rain patters incessantly on the roof.  
Tattooing solidly.
Lying down on my side, I soflty caress her cheek and the lobe of her ear.  
Reaching over with my teeth, I nibble the love and then her neck.  Teeth and 
lips and tongue, gently softly biting, sucking, licking and kissing the soft 
flesh.  Where the neck meet the shoulder, I bite a little harder,  the impression 
of my teeth, white to the tan of her shoulder.  My finger now circle a swollen 
teat,  the nipple standing proud and tall.  I stroke and scratch and pinch, 
oh so lightly at her breasts.  
Her eyes watching my face, as I caress and knead and touch.  A pinching of 
the nose, as my lips suckle, and then harder drawing the nipple and then breast 
flesh, filling my mouth.  My teeth scratch a path down the downy belly flesh.  
Pausing at the navel, I tongue and then mouth follows the path to the lightly 
thatched forest and the ridged valley.
The soft brown curls, springy to my touch.  and the lips peeking, swollen.  
Glistening with dew.  My index finger spreads the lips and slides down to the 
vee of the thighs.  And then deeper traces the path back to the curls.  Back 
and forth, slower marginally deeper and wider is the path.  You lift your knees 
and point them outwards as now two fingers are tracing the path.  Slowly as 
they touch the inner thigh, they caress this soft tissue to the knee and then 
again the velvet slides under the fingers and they slowly, slide between the 
spread lips.  The first and then second knuckle disappear into the warm moist 
tunnel. The flesh contracts slightly on my fingers.  Working in and out, I watch 
my sweetie and she still studies my face.
Sliding over a thigh, I position myself between her spread thighs.  My head 
lowers to her curls and my tongue licks down the split of lips, tasting that 
special flavor.  Woman.  Horny woman.  Pushing deep my tongue pokes into the 
groove and  laves the sensitive tissue, feeling the swollen lips and touching the 
inner ones.  Then tongue tips presses at the hooded button just starting to 
peek.  A circle around and then my teeth, oh so gently nibble at the clit.  
Lips suck and draws it further out.  Hips rolls gently with the oral worship.  
Looking up between the valley of the breasts, I see eyes glued to my face.  
Nostrils pinched, but eyes bright.  Lips pursed shut.
Long laps of moist flesh my tongue takes and then a probe of the hot tunnel.  
Sucking at the clit.  And now a moan escapes and lips part, tongue wiggling.  
Hands push at my head, pushing my face so all I can breathe is the heady 
smell of hot flesh.  My face covered with my spittle and the lubrication of my 
lady.  Her pelvic humps my face, legs lie on my back and tighten and pull me 
deeper into her pussy.  My breath is hard.
A moaning, and then my body is being shaken like a wet dog as orgasm takes 
control or makes for loss of control.  For long seconds her hips shake, and then 
her legs tense   and the shaking becomes more intense.  Relaxing her legs, my 
head lifts and now her eyes are closed.  Lifting her legs off my shoulder, I 
slide forward and the head of my cock, slides easily into her pussy.  Strokes 
long and slow and then harder and fast as my orgasm now threatens to release.  
My balls tense and then the fluid shoots deep.  Her legs grasp me tight, as 
thrust after thrust empties.  My closed eyes open and there is my sweetheart 
looking deep into my eyes, reading my soul. Our lips meet and meld together.  
Eyes mere inches apart.
As I finally pull free, she turns towards the fire and I form to her back, 
and as spoons we watch the flames, not as hot as ours were but remindfull of 
what we just experienced.  The rain still tattooing on the roof and the thunder 
and lightning in the distance showing it strength.
Finally our breathing is soft and even as we sleep in the arms of each other.