Light Summer Reading.

Here's a little something I wrote a while back.  Something for you all (whom ever you may be) to read on a rainy day.

The Storm
It was hot, really hot.  One of those hot August nights where everything seemed to stick to you and no matter how many showers you took you just couldn’t seem to cool down.  Helena had been trying to fall asleep now for over an hour but she just couldn’t do it.  The whirling sound of the old metal fan was buzzing in her ear.  What little air it did manage to push over her body was no help.  It was hot and humid and only made her small cotton night shirt stick to her body even more.  She lay on the old wrought iron bed looking up at the ceiling; she could hear the sounds of the shower going downstairs.  She glanced at her watch on the nightstand, little past midnight.  As she closed her eyes once more in a futile attempt to sleep the events of the pass few weeks ran through her mind once more.
Three weeks ago she’d gotten the news that her grandmother had died.  In her will the old woman had left her the country house.  Helena remembered fondly the old house; she spent many a summer there running through the fields, playing on the old tire swing.  She could still smell her grandmother’s cooking whenever she thought of the place.  She was sad to hear of her passing, but she knew that her grandmother had had a long and full life. Of course, if her grandmother’s life had been so full then so had the life of her old house.  After the funeral she drove up to see the place with the lawyer who handed her the deed to the place.  The house seemed….smaller somehow and time had not been kind to it.  Grandma could cook but she wasn't handy with tools.  The place was in dire need of repair.  The thought of selling the place did come to mind, yet as she walked through the little house she just couldn’t do it.
So she returned to the city fully intending to return and fix up the place.  Something easier said than done.  Luckily for her as she came home and was picking up her mail the neighbor from 4B was coming out of the elevator.  She didn’t really know him, she always thought of him as 4B.  But he had a kind face and she did recall that on the occasions she’d seen him out of his business suit and in jeans, he filled those jeans out very nicely.  As 4B approached he stopped to offer his condolences.  It seemed that 5A had told 7C about the passing of her grandmother and 6D had mentioned it to 4B.  She thanked him and they spoke for a few moments, pleasantries mostly.  Then she mentioned that she needed to find a handy man to help spruce up the old house she’d inherited.  That’s when 4B offered to help her out.  Said he loved to work with his hands and that ever since he’d remodeled his apartment he was looking for a good project.
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Helena accepted the offer.  She told him she’d be driving up there next Friday after work if he was interested.  4B, whose name she finally learned was Adam, said he’d love to get his hands dirty.  So five short days later they were on the road.  At first Helena was a little fearful of the long drive; after all they were practically strangers. Surely they hadn't passed each other in the halls more than a dozen times in the five years she’d been in the building.  But when 4B…or Adam, drove up to the landing in his jeep, his tools in the back and gave a honk, one look at his tight jeans told her, this might not be such a bad trip after all.  They drove.  The couple of hours it took to get to the country house flew by.  It seems that her new handy man was quite a good conversationalist after all.  When they got to the house, the sun had already long gone to bed.  She showed him the downstairs guess room and went up to her grandmother's room, with a “good night” and a “see you in the morning”.
The next morning she awoke to the sound of hammering coming from outside, through sleepy eyes she glanced at her watch and saw… 6am.  Whatever kind of handy man 4B was, he was not a lazy one.  After a quick breakfast and two cups of coffee she joined him outside.  As she turned the corner of the house she stopped dead in her tracks.  What she saw made getting up at this god awful hour on a Saturday morning worthwhile.  There he was, half bent over his work horse, measuring a piece of lumber; her eyes took in the sight from the bottom up.  He had on a pair of work boots, and some cut off jean short that she could only imagine he had been poured into.  As he bent over it was, that nice tush she remembered.  His t-shirt was tucked in his back pocket and as the morning sun hit his body she could clearly see the rippling muscles of his back.  His skin was a shade of light brown, like the coffee she was carrying.  Shaking her head a little annoyed with herself for ogling this man who, after all, was kind enough to offer to help her, she moved forward and offered him the cup of joe.
It didn’t take long for the heat to rise.  They spent the day hard at work, ripping, sanding, and nailing one thing after another.  The sun baking their skin.  They stopped just long enough to grab a sandwich and then went right back to work.  The day wore on and as the sun shifted in the sky and her stomach began to grumble they decided it was time to call it a day.  She went upstairs to take a well deserved bath as he showered downstairs.  To her surprise when she went back down he’d already started dinner.  It was by no means a five course meal but she thoroughly enjoyed the meal he’d prepared and the two bottles of wine help greatly to relax her.  The more time she spent with 4B the more she enjoyed herself.  It wasn’t long before night fell.  The dishes having been cleaned Helena caught herself staring again at her handy man…when he asked if anything was wrong, she could feel herself flush, nervously she could only think to answer that “no nothing was wrong, but that she was a bit tired”.  To which he smiled and said that he was too.  So he bid her “good night” and headed off to his room.  If she thought he wouldn’t have heard it she would have banged her head on the counter. 
But such at it was, she took her head upstairs, changed into her soft white cotton night shirt that felt so nice when it hit her naked body, for about 2.5 second that is…then it just clung to her.  It was 10:30pm…this was going to be a long night.
Her eyes popped open as she heard the shower stop.  She glanced around the darken room; she could see the drapes barely fluttering from the open window as she heard the creaking of the downstairs floor.  Obviously her housemate couldn’t find sleep anymore then she could.  She heard the distinct sound of the screen door open and shut and wondered what he could possibly be up too.  Surely he wasn’t going to fix the porch at this hour.  Then a she heard a sound that caught her breath in her throat, it was the rumble of thunder in the distance.  She hated thunder storms, ever since she was kid.  They always frightened her.  As if to emphasize the point a soft flash of lightning and another clap of thunder roared over the house, the electric fan stopped dead.  
“Well there goes my A/C,” she thought.  She was annoyed more than surprised.  The house was miles away from any town and electricity cut out regularly, which did not help her fear of storms any.  As yet another low rumble went through the house she jumped out of bed and fumbled in the night stand to find the book of matches she knew was always there.  Grandma was nothing if not prepared.  She struck the match and lit the old oil lamp on the dresser.  A soft shimmer filled the bedroom, she jump and almost let out a yell when she caught the drapes flapping about in the corner of her eye.  She steadied herself, with a small laugh.  “Get a hold of yourself girl, no boogie men here”  Taking up the lamp with both hands she figured she might as well investigate what her guest was up too on the front porch at this late hour.  So slowly she crept down the stairs on tip toes, trying to make herself as silent as a cat.  The old stairs would have none of that though, and they creaked and cracked underfoot until she reached the old screen door.  She gently pushed it open and took a step out onto the porch.  As the glow from the lamp spread outward, it revealed him.  He was standing there, his back to the door, leaning up against one of the porch’s big wooden beams, one hand on the railing, his legs crossed, wearing nothing but a small white towel around his waist.  The light flickered over his back, showing his glistening skin.
“I hope I didn’t wake you?”  He said still staring out into the night sky.
“No, don’t be silly, who can sleep in this heat? I guess you needed a breath of fresh air yourself. I hope I’m not bothering you.”
He turned his head slightly glancing at her in the doorway, lamp in hand.  He made no apologies for is state of semi nakedness, just grinned softly and turned back to look out once more.  As he did the night sky light up, the shape of dark storm clouds illuminated.
“There’s a storm coming,” he said just as the thunder roared.
She jumped crossing what little distance separated them in a single bounce as she let out a frightened yelp.
“I know, God I hate those things!”  She said as she put down the oil lamp on the little wicker table that stood guard on the porch.
He let out a soft laugh “You can’t mean that, thunderstorm have such beauty, such power.  I love them, always have.”
As she turned to reply, the heavens let loose with what seemed to her like a barrage of lightning and thunder.  Like a frightened cat she jumped once more, hands flailing about and, like a child to a parent she wrapped her arm around his chest, burying her face between his shoulder blades, her eyes shut tight as the ever present thunder rolled it way over the nearby hills and shook the ground as if a giant putting its foot down.  When her wits returned to her she could feel her head bobbing softly as he she heard a soft, but heartfelt laugh coming from her lightning guard.  She gently slapped his chest.
“It’s not funny!” she mumbled from between his shoulder blades.
“Depends on which side of this death grip you’re on.” he said with another laugh.
As another volley of lightning and thunder filled the sky, she tightened her grip on him.  Through the fear and the sound of rolling thunder she could feel his strong hand gently stroking hers over his chest.  She could hear his soft word over the pings of the first drops of rain hitting the tin roof.
“There’s nothing to fear.  Just open your senses, smell the air, how it changes as the storm comes closer.  Feel how the cool breeze rises, the air is heavy with rain; you can almost feel it on your skin.”
His words strangely relaxing her, her eyelids softening from their fearful clenched position, taking a slow deep breath.  He was right, she could smell it in the air…but it wasn’t all she smelled.  The soft crisp smell of his skin, fresh from the shower, soapy yet oh so masculine.  His voice soft in her ears as the sound of the rain hitting the roof seemed to speed her very heartbeat.  Her finger relaxing over his strong chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly with every deep breath he took.  As if of their own accord her hands began to slowly move over his chest. 
His head half turning to try and catch of glimpse of her.  Her lips gently touching his warm skin leaving a soft kiss between his shoulder blade.
“Helena, I…” 
“Shhhhh”  she whispered softly, leaving yet another moist kiss on his spine, cutting him off before he could say anything that would break this moment and drain her of the courage and lust she felt at this very instant.  Her hands slowly slipping from his grasp and making their way down his chest.  She could feel every strand of damp hair on his chest, her fingertips following that every present little trail that led from his chest down to his belly button. 
Her finger tips finally ending their journey at the edge of the small cotton towel wrapped around his waist.  This could be one of two things.  A dam that could stop her cold and bring her out of her lustful state, or merely a speed bump on the road to a trip full of passion, passion she longed to feel.  With a soft intake of hair and small grin on her face, her eyes still shut, face against his strong back, she pulled on the towel, feeling it give way and loosening.  Her finger releasing it and letting it fall to the wooden planks of the porch.  Her sexy handyman never making a move to grab it or to stop her exploring hands.  The storm building within as without as the wind picked up and she could feel the first droplets of rain hitting their bodies. 
Pressed up against him, she slowly began to slide down, her lips leaving soft kisses over his skin as her hands turned over his flat stomach and continued their journey downward.  Reaching the small of his back as her knees bent, she opened her eyes once again to look at the two perfectly formed globes in front of her face.  She’d had admired those buns from afar but as she saw them, felt them, she could not resist kissing each check and playfully grazing them with her teeth as her hand slid down to his hips and she gently turns him around.
As he turned slowly a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, her eye grew wide as she saw his half erect manhood.  The silver flash of light gleaming over a large Prince Albert at the end of his cock.  She gasped, in surprise and amazement at 4B’s generous endowment and for just a second as she gleaned the Prince Albert she thought, this man is definitely more then he appears, there is more to him then the quiet business man she thought she knew.  With a sly grin on her lips she resolved herself to finding out everything she could.  Shock giving way to hunger and curiosity she leaned forward, her warm soft lips gently caressing his shaft as he let out a soft groan.  She felt his hand, strong and calloused from the long day’s work, caress her check, his fingers slipping into her soft flowing red hair as he gently guided her in.  Her lips and tongue covering every inch of his now rock hard shaft, she was savouring him, and also in the back of her mind wondering how she could ever devour his entire cock.
As the tip of his cock reached her lips once more, she playfully teased the Prince Albert with the tip of her tongue looking up at him.  He was gazing down at her, his eyes filled with lust as she felt his hand on the back of her head, a gentle push forward, his cockhead pressing at her burning lips, she could feel he was holding back, but she also knew that now, he would not be denied.  Her lips parted and she felt the head slowly spreading them open, sliding over her teeth.  She could feel the cool metal of the Prince Albert on her tongue, she moaned deeply as she tasted his cock, how she loved the taste and feel of a real man’s throbbing cock in her mouth, her body shivering, nipples hardening, she could feel the wetness between her thighs as he push his hard member in slowly, inch after delicious inch until she could feel it pressing at the back of her throat.  She did nothing to slow the advance, to the contrary, her hands slid up to his firm ass and she gently dug her fingers in his flesh pushing him forward.  She could feel her throat trying to stretch to accommodate his girth; she gagged lightly and then swallowed forcing herself to take him.  Her gullet giving way under the pressure as the head slid down her throat. 
He gasped loudly, a clap of thunder ringing out in time, as he felt her take him deeply.  He’d know few women who could do this and the feel of her lips on the base of his cock only added fuel to the fire.  He felt her quivering, as he gazed back down, his hand at the back of her head slowly moving back letting her slide back slowly on his cock until it popped out of her gaping mouth.  She gasped loudly for a deep breath of air as rain began to pour down all around them.  The sounds of her gurgling hungry mouth on his cock almost drowned out by the incessant pounding of the rain on the tin roof.  Whatever restraint or awkwardness there may have been had now given way to pure animal lust.  She pushed and pulled him in, her mouth and throat now giving his cock full entry as she devoured it like a ravenous beast.  She could not believe how this man was making her feel.  It had been a long time since she’d had such a handsome and well hung lover.  The heat and lust were washing over her and she loved it.  All her inhibitions were being swept away by the storm.
She felt his hand in her hair, balling into a fist as he pulled her away from his throbbing cock.  She resisted, looking up pleading with her eyes to not be denied such a glorious meal.  Yet as she caught his gaze she knew immediately that this was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and knew how to take it.  She would refuse him nothing.  He pulled her up slowly to stand and face him once more his hand slipping from the nape of her neck down her shoulder, his fingers sliding the light strap of her night shirt down her shoulders, then his finger gripping the front and unveiling her firm breasts.  The cool night air mingled with her own excitement made her nipples rock hard and very sensitive, something that did not go unnoticed.  His hands moving over the two firm orbs, his thumbs rolling over her hard nipples, forcing a slight moan from her lips.   She closed her eyes as she enjoyed every sensation.  She felt his strong hands grasping her by the shoulders and bringing her about until she felt the porch railing against her.
He slipped his hands down her side pulling the night shirt along until it slide past her hips and made its way to the wet porch.  He grabbed her waist and with almost no effort, lifted her up and sat her down on the wood railing.  She leaned hear back, the rain now falling over her face, matting down her long red hair as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her hard nipple.  She moaned loudly.

“Oh God, Adam….yesss.”
Her exclamation punctuated by yet another flash of lightning and clap of thunder.  She felt his hand on the small of her back as she arched herself forward, one hand clinging to the railing as the other held on for dear life to the back of his bald head.  She could hear his growls and groans, like a wolf at feeding time as he sucked, and nibbled and bit at one tit and then the other.  Every graze of his teeth or touch of his tongue on her nipples sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her.  She felt her thighs spreading as her first climax washed over her.  She shivered on her perch, her finger clamping down at the back of head for support as she rode out the first burst of pure pleasure he was giving her.  He released her swollen nipple and straightening up was face to face with her once more.  She could see his strong chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes blazing.  She felt his strong dominant grasp as he caught her wet hair in his hand and pulled her lips to his. 
He kissed her, oh how he kissed her.  Not the kiss of a love sick Romeo to his Juliette, more like two powerful magnets latching on to one and other.  Their hands moving over each other’s naked bodies as their lips mash together, the tongue intertwining.  She felt his hot tongue push its way and her mouth and she accepted it fully, suckling on it as she had his hard cock.  She felt his hand grab her wrists as they deeply kissed.  He guided both hands to the railing and pressed her hands down.  Instinctively she knew to grab the railing firmly as he broke their kiss and dropped to his knees before her.  He put his hands on her warm thighs and roughly pulled them apart.  Pushing her thighs upward and slipping his strong shoulder underneath as he dove in.  His mouth afire as he pressed his burning lips to hers.  She cried out in the night air.
“Oh Fuck!!!”
She could not believe it, his tongue, his lips; she could even feel every coarse hair from his goatee on her pussy.  It was as if every nerve ending in her body was now connected to her genitals.  Her nails digging into the wood railing as she felt him devour her pussy.  His tongue swirling across her engorged clit.  His teeth capturing her pussy lips in turn, pulling on them and letting them snap back.  The blood rushing between her thighs felt like a forest fire.  She clasp her thighs on either side of his head and began a pulling him in.  She rocked her pelvis on his large burning tongue as it darted in and out of her wet cunt.
He could feel her thighs quivering as she came for the second time.  He grinned almost wickedly between them as he sucked on her warm nectar.  He knew full well that she was now more than ready for him, and he would take her…he would make her his.
Grabbing the back of her knees he spread her legs apart, slipping back up between them and letting them wrap themselves around his waist.  He grab her ass firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.  Eyes wide open as he looked into her lustful soul and thrust himself forward, impaling her pussy with his masterful cock as they both let out a loud moan of pure unadulterated bliss.  As if Mother Nature herself were peaking down at them she let loss with the most powerful crash of lightning and thunder yet.  The entire house shook as he buried his cock deep within her wanton pussy.
She let go of the railing wrapping her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as she moaned and groaned.  Her head swaying back and forth as she felt him begin a slow yet powerful rhythm with his hips.  She could feel the thick shaft splitting her open and her only though was more…more….more.  She snapped her head forward, her eyes wide as she looked at him.  She could not believe the words that next fell from her lips.
“Fuck me Adam, fuck me hard, make me your fucking slut I beg you!”
She saw the effect her words had on him.  His eyes lit up, the corner of his mouth rising with a wild animalistic grin as she felt his fingers dig into her flesh even more.  His thrusts becoming wilder and harder.  He was fucking her with total abandon.
She felt herself being lifted up from the porch railing as he bounced her on his cock as if she were nothing but a rag doll in his hands.  She bucked and clenched her pussy around his shaft, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.  She felt his body stiffen up, as if every muscle was tensing, she heard his rapid breath in her ear, and through clench teeth he growled.
“Take me!!!!"
She felt him explode within her, deeply, as he rammed his cock home one last time.  The first volley of his thick manly seed hitting her insides was enough to send her crashing over the edge for the third time.  Her pussy convulsing around his throbbing shaft, covering it in a scalding shower of her own juices.  The two lovers shivering, holding onto each other for dear life as both rode a most intense wave of pure bodily ecstasy.
The next thing she actually felt was the wet wood under her ass cheecks as he lay her back down on the railing.  His spent cock slowly slipping from her dripping slit.  It took every ounce of strength she had left to pull her face from his neck and look back into his eyes.  She saw him looking at her with a boyish smile as he said.
“So….how do you like Thunderstorms now?”

THE END