It was a Dark and Stormy Night

The sky looked fine as we left for dinner... maybe a few dark clouds and perhaps the wind was starting to pick up a bit, but we only had eyes for each other anyway. The third date is crucial, and the first two - a lunch date followed the next weekend by a long walk - had both gone well, and the kiss at the end of the second date had left us both wanting more. That was a week ago, and the past seven days had been spent reminiscing about that kiss and daydreaming about tonight, and whatever the weather had planned never even crossed our minds, as it couldn't possibly change our course. You had chosen your outfit for the night - a stunning dress buttoned up just far enough to give a glimpse of your dainty red front-clasping bra (but only if someone were REALLY looking) and your sexiest red lace thong. We couldn't take our eyes off of each other throughout the meal, and you're quite sure I'd noticed the careful choices you have made regarding your attire.

Our anticipation seemed to be slowing down time itself, since dinner was not exactly the part of the evening we had been fantasizing about all week. Between sipping our wine and holding hands across the table, we ignored the rumble of distant thunder, not that we would have heard it anyway over the beating of our own hearts. After dinner, we both declined dessert, perhaps a little too quickly, unwilling to wait another moment and eager to proceed to what the evening had in store. The rest of the world seemed to fall away as we left the restaurant and returned to the car. However we couldn't overlook when the heavens opened up as we drove home and the downpour began, just minutes before arriving back at your place. We ran from my car to your house, fumbling for the key as we are pelted with rain before opening the door and finally making it inside. One look at each other, bedraggled and soaking wet, was all it took for us both to burst into laughter at our appearance.

But now your laughter is replaced by a sly smile as you pull me to you and begin to kiss me passionately, giving in to the tension that had been building all evening. Your tongue forces it's way into my mouth as you undo the front of my pants and wrap your hand around me. You drop to your knees, taking me into your warm, wet mouth and I am instantly hard at the touch of your lips. Alternating between teasing the tip with your tongue, kissing my shaft and taking me full into your mouth, in and out, you have me on edge in moments. Unable to resist you any more, I pull you up to kiss you again - first your lips, then your neck, as I unbutton your dress further. I unhook your bra, exposing your breasts and put my mouth on your nipple. You hold my head to you with one hand while the other begins removing your panties, which you gingerly step out of and kick to the side. You briefly think of the time spent picking them out and maybe another time you'll get to show them off, but the thought lasts only a second or two, pushed aside by desire.

Noticing your panties so unceremoniously cast aside, I spin you around and raise your dress, taking a moment to appreciate the curves of your ass as you arch your back and take a small step to the side, parting your legs. I slide into you easily... it seems our clothes are not the only things that are dripping wet... and you push back onto me forcefully. I give your ass a squeeze as I grab your hips and thrust into you fueled by your loud vocalizations which ring in my ears even over the sounds of the storm directly overhead. You look back at me over your shoulder and we make eye contact, seeing the fire in my eyes that you have ignited. You reach back and grab hold of my arms... perhaps to steady yourself or perhaps to keep me where i am, as you know we are both getting close. Lightning flashes followed by an immediate roar of thunder as we climax together. I pull your hips to me as I erupt deep inside of you and hold you there as our bodies tremble and the last echoes of thunder roll across the night. As suddenly as it started, the rain begins to subside while we stand, still joined, hearts pounding, and we begin to laugh all over again.

"Perhaps before round two, we should close the front door."