A Dark and Stormy Night

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

by

St John DeLancey

Mairi's call to Ian late in an afternoon that was shaping up to be a dark and stormy night was not unexpected since he and Mairi had been friends and near neighbors for some time, and regularly kept in touch by phone.

"Hi, Mairi, how are you this bleak and dreich day?"

"Ian, I need to talk to you. Could you please come over?", her voice sounding strained and anxious.

"Of course. Is something wrong? You sound a little worried."

"I just need to talk to you," she replied. "I value your friendship, and I need your advice. Can you stay overnight?"

Mairi's big house had a spare bedroom and separate guest bathroom which Ian had used at times, so staying overnight was not unusual.

"OK, I'll just get my overnight stuff together. Is there anything I should bring? Food or drink?"

"No, I've got a full larder here," she said, her voice returning to near normal now that she was talking about practical matters. "I just need your company. I don't want to be alone tonight."

"I'm on my way then," he replied, trying to sound reassuring.

As he was driving to her house it occurred to Ian that perhaps he should at least bring something; flowers maybe? He stopped off at a grocery store that had a small florist section, to find a suitable gift. While shopping, he thought over what Mairi had said. He found it surprising that as an independent minded feminist, she would turn to a man in a time of stress. Many self-reliant women, he was aware, would not want to have anything to do with someone they might see as being of the oppressive gender. Did she really trust him that much? That thought made him glad, but what if she just didn't think of him as a man anymore because of the age gap?

Rain was just starting to spatter on his jacket and the wind was picking up as he hobbled up her front steps and set down his bag to ring her doorbell.

Mairi was ready for the sound of the door chime. Without giving it much thought she twitched her clothes into place, patted her hair, and quickly checked herself in the hall mirror as she went to open the door. There stood Ian in a typical Ian pose; a bunch of flowers in his left hand, his right hand holding the butt of his cane over his shoulder with his small duffel bag dangling from the top like a bindlestiff. The quirky half smile on his face told Mairi that he was deliberately striking a pose to make her laugh.

Mairi took the proffered flowers with the customary "Oh, you shouldn't have! Thank you! Come in and put that bag down. You look like The Little Tramp."

She bustled away to put the flowers in a vase as Ian hung up his jacket. She came back and gave Ian a brief, chaste hug. "Thank you for coming, Ian. Can I get you anything?"

"Do you have any of that decaf tea? Then can we sit down and talk?"

Mairi poured the two cups and brought them to the coffee table in front of the sofa. As if by tacit agreement they sat down side by side. Now," Ian said, "Let's talk." Ian knew enough of Mairi's professional life as a teacher/guidance counselor/social worker in a suburban high school, that he needed no long explanation about the stresses involved. In fact, not too long ago he had worked a retirement job there as support staff and substitute, and that's where he and Mairi had met.

"There was a staff meeting today where we were told that because of assumed budget cuts we should be prepared for many contracts not being renewed after this school year."

"Already? It's still the first semester!"

"Well, you know about the regular budget cuts and the local personal politics. Everyone is afraid for their jobs and so many are trying to undermine others so that somebody else gets fired first."

Ian now caught on. "And somebody is targeting you, right?"

"Would you believe it's two women?" Mairi started sobbing again. "The school admin secretary and Karen Parker, the English teacher. I can't believe the awful things they said! About the way I dressed, about how I interacted with the students, the students hated me, even my views!"

"Parker," said Ian, "Isn't she the one that...?" he made a drinking gesture with his hand. Mairi nodded. "And I remember the admin troll," Ian continued. "She had the personality and intellect of a constipated wombat. Sounds like the incompetent and jealous are really afraid of you. Don't they remember the times that kids would gather 'round you in the halls and after class to talk with you?"

Mairi took a sip of tea "I really can't imagine what they think. I haven't done anything to them!"

"Well now think," said Ian, "you're smarter than they are, have more control of your life than they do, and as for how you dress--you're a very beautiful woman so no matter how you dress, you'll pique the interest of the boys at the peak of their adolescent lust, and they'll all dream of getting a peek at you, so it's just incompetence and jealousy as I said."

He couldn't believe he'd even thought that one up, let alone said it. He knew he should pause before making stupid wisecracks.

Mairi leaned her head on Ian's shoulder, sobbing and giggling at the same time. He started to put his arm around her shoulder, then found that because of Mairi's curvature and buxomness there was little room for him to place his hand on her front without getting into 'bad touch' territory. She moved her hand up to guide Ian's to a spot just above the swell of her bosom, marking her "Line in the Sand", a movement he knew most girls learned early on. He took the chance of resting his cheek on top of her red hair and taking in the scent.

Mairi sighed and slipped her other arm around his waist, which she found a rather long reach, then loosened her hold on his expeditionary hand, and moved her face up toward kissing position. "Why am I doing this?" she thought to herself. "Should we be doing this?"

Ian bent his face down to Mairi's and put his lips directly upon hers. She forgot about the whys and wherefores and gave herself up to the feeling of their lips parting, their breaths merging, and their tongues meeting. In the silence she could hear the wind and rain increasing outside while they were warm and cosy inside, with their arms now wrapped around one another. Mairi began to experience an intense sexual longing that she had not felt in a long time. She felt from the pressure of Ian's lips and the tension in his body that he was also becoming aroused.

She disengaged her face from Ian's gazed into his eyes while catching her breath. She felt like she was crossing a line or tumbling over an edge. "It's going to happen, isn't it?" she whispered.

"Yes," replied Ian, "it is. And, I think, now."

Mairi surreptitiously looked down at his lap to see if there were any sign of physical arousal, but since he wore gentleman's trousers rather than jeans there was no way she could tell. They held hands as they stood up and Mairi gave an audible sigh of relief as she stepped out of her sensible flat heeled shoes. She shrugged off her business blazer, and still hand in hand, they respectively hobbled and padded into the bedroom.

When they were standing beside the bed they turned to face one another and Ian immediately recognized that funny look that women take on when they expect something from a man but won't say what it is; he knew it was a test that he had better pass on the first try. He went with his best guess and gently unbuttoned the topmost button of Mairi's blouse. She relaxed her shoulders and leaned slightly into him, letting him know he has gotten it right.

He continued to slowly undo each button, parting her blouse a little after each one, gradually exposing the enticing expanse of the upper slopes of her breasts. She helped him pull the blouse free of her waistband as he pushed it back over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Give me some relief and unhook my bra", she murmured. Ian needed no second invitation. He reached around and slowly and carefully unclasped the hooks and let the bra fall forward as the straps came off her shoulders. He gently pulled it down and forward until her entire bosom was bare. He tried not to gape and stare as he took in the sight of her pale pink nipples and areolae while she stood unselfconsciously in front of him with a slight smile on her face.

"You have a beautiful bosom," he said softly, as he cupped a hand under each soft cone and brushed her nipples with his thumbs causing them to begin rising.

"Thank you," she said as she began to work on the buttons of his shirt. After a couple of fumbles she gave up and went for his belt buckle. She found this a little daunting also, and dropped it. "I think you'd better do the rest," she said with a soft giggle.

Ian unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and doffed it, quickly followed by his undershirt. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down taking his boxers at the same time, then pulling off his socks. At he same time Mairi undid her waistband and removed her suit pants and knee-high stockings. Ian stood and gazed admiringly at her pale rounded thighs, perfectly formed calves, ankles and well-cared-for bare feet. That funny look was back on her face, and Ian knew the ball was back in his court. He reached for the waistband of her white cotton panties and slowly rolled them down over her voluptuous hips and bottom, and at last exposing her slightly trimmed curly red pubic hair.

As she stepped out of her last garment, Ian took her in his arms and held her close, kissing her while pressing his naked body against hers. She returned his kiss passionately while joyfully feeling the naked body contact. Ian now began to feel the first twinges of stiffening and arousal in his penis; the first in a long time. They took a few awkward steps toward the bed, still locked in a passionate embrace. They half sat and half fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Laughing, they clumsily unwrapped themselves and took positions on the bed lying on their sides facing one another.

Ian reached out to touch her cheek and brush away a few strands of hair. He felt he ought to say something profound or something a great lover would say, but all he could think of was "You're very beautiful, Mairi, and I want to touch you all over." He suited his actions to his words and began to run his hand gently over her shoulder and down her side. He continued past her middle and over the swell of her hip, then down the outside of her thigh.

She lay still and let herself enjoy his touch while watching his face, and touching his neck, and shoulders. She gasped slightly as his hand returned up the inside of her thigh toward her private zone. He continued to slide his hand up to her breast, cupping it in his palm and squeezing it into a cone shape. He bent down to kiss and suck her nipple, and run his tongue around her areola. As her nipple stiffened and rose he shifted his hand to her other breast and did the same, eliciting a soft "Mmm" from Mairi.

Now she reached down Ian's body and softly felt his penis and scrotum. There was a bit more stiffening and lengthening, but she wondered if he would be able to consummate the sex act. She felt Ian's hand slide down her body again and reach her lady parts. He rested his palm on her mound with his middle finger at her cleft. "I really love touching this very special part of you," he said.

Ian let his hand stay where it was for a few moments, then began to slowly feel around her soft outer lips. He then bent his head down for a closer look as he gently parted her labia. He reached inside her to test her wetness and found her a little too dry for more hand stimulation. He placed his mouth on her mound and exhaled gently, then reached inside with his tongue and began to circle her clitoris.

She stopped him by putting her hand on his head. "Ian, it's been a long time for me, and I'm afraid I'm not quite ready yet. Could you give my breasts some attention while I take care of myself down there?"

He raised his head up to her breasts and began to run his tongue around her nipples, then sucked on her breasts, pulling with each suck. He then gave her a breast massage, rotating his hands on her soft pillowy mounds, then alternately pressing them back against her ribcage, and squeezing them up into pyramids.

She put her fingers into her mouth to moisten them and inserted them into the opening of her vagina, slowly circling them around her clitoris. She reached down with her other hand and stuck her middle finger deep inside, past her pubic bone and touched the place just above it, finding her G-spot. Now she began to speed up the hand rubbing her clit until it was just a blur of movement. As Ian was licking her nipples she said "Ian, suck hard on my whole breast, not just the tip of the nipple."

He complied, and now her fingers began to rub even harder and faster. Ian could hardly believe she wasn't hurting herself. She gave a few little gasps as her body stiffened, then began to slowly relax as her breathing slowed. She turned on her side away from him, her body curled, brought her knees up, and placed her hands protectively over her vulva.

Ian put his arm around her shoulders and waited for her to uncurl. She reminded him of an armadillo protecting itself from a predator. In a few moments she turned back and reached out to him, smiling." Now I want to do something for you," she whispered.

She grasped his penis in one hand and cupped the other under his sack. She took him into her mouth and used her tongue to swirl around the tip. His manhood began to stir and she changed to a slow up and down stroking movement with her lips. Ian could hardly believe it when he felt the tingle in his penis as the shaft began to firm up; was it really going to happen? He moved a little in her mouth to try to increase the stimulation while resting his hands on her bare shoulders and upper back.

"Mairi, I'd like to try to enter you now," he said as he felt himself almost ready. They shifted into the missionary position and Ian pointed his shaft at Mairi's opening. She used her hands to guide him inside, and found she had to sort of stuff his not-quite-hard penis all the way in. Then he started moving in and out in order to keep himself at least semi erect. He thrust faster and harder to keep erect and keep the sexual tension in his member moving up the shaft toward the tip. At last the feeling peaked as it reached the end and he and his penis relaxed.

Ian waited until his erection subsided and the tip exited Mairi's vagina with a little frisson that they both felt. He rolled onto his side facing her and took a few gasps to catch his breath. He now took time to admire her body as she lay still, stretched out on her back with her full womanhood freely on display. He took notice now of her pale pink nipples and how they nearly blended in to the white skin of her breasts. He traced the faint outline of her areolae just to see if he could, as she smiled contentedly up at him.

They locked lips in a deep, long open-mouthed kiss, their tongues exploring, as they held each other close "Cuddle me," Mairi murmured when they finally broke for air. She turned on her side with her back to him and sidled into him, tucking her bare bottom up against his hips. He put his arm around her so that his hand rested on her breasts, and his face nuzzled in her hair. They lay like that listening to the wind and rain outside while Ian pulled the covers up over them. Mairi reached up to a wall switch near the head of the bed and they were enveloped in warm darkness. Their breathing slowed and synchronized...

Good night