The Storm

The Storm

My name is Denver. I'm 55 and have found myself single again after a second failed marriage. Just your average guy next door. I'm fairly stocky and muscular, shaved head with salt and pepper goatee. I have done fairly well in life and have a nice 3-bedroom house in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. Close enough that I can be in the city in 30 minutes or so, but far enough out that I don't have to deal with the crime or noise of the city, and I like it that way.

I am blessed to have a small handful of very good friends in my life. Had I actually listened to them when I was dating my ex, I never would have gotten married and had to survive the train wreck that she ended up being. I'm quite sure that most everyone has been there at least once in their life and had to learn their lesson the hard way. I thought that she was the love of my life. She thought the bottle was the love of hers.

Things to know about me.

I love thunderstorms and rain and always have since I was a small child. Often times, I will sit out on the front porch and watch as the storm unleashes its fury. I find it very calming and peaceful and I love the way the air smells after a good rainstorm.

I am a hopeless romantic at heart and am very adventurous. I have been told that I where my heart on my sleeve, which surely makes me an easy target, but it's one of the many things that I like about me.

Not a big fan of first dates. No matter how hard I try, they always seem awkward and underlined with a strange tenseness as you both try to determine whether you could 'like' this person or even possibly date them long term. I know that part of that tenseness is all on me after having two failed marriages. I find that I am always trying to read between the lines to pick out what they aren't telling me from what they are. Always looking for red flags in their behavior. Always searching for the reason to get out before I even get in.

So, here I am tonight on a blind date with a girl that one of my good friends, Dane, set me up with. Her name is Dallas. When Dane told me about her, I had to chuckle a little to myself. Denver and Dallas on a date in Pittsburgh. It sounded more like a travel itinerary than the night of a lifetime that it ended up being. I typically date women within a couple of years of my age, 5'6" or shorter, brunette, medium to larger breasts, and definitely a non-smoker. All of my friends know this about me, so imagine my surprise when I showed up at her house to pick her up for the date, and Dallas was 5'9", 30-something, small breasts, and flaming red hair. She really was quite stunning in the dress that she had on but was not what I expected my friend of many years to set up for me. Ever the gentleman, I introduced myself and opened the door to allow her to get into my car. When she slid past me, I caught a whiff of her perfume, and it smelled divine. She definitely made a great first impression I thought as I made my way back to the driver's side of the Mustang.

Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I had planned a very nice evening for the two of us that I hoped that she would enjoy. I booked a trip on the Gateway Clipper Dinner and Dance Cruise which would provide us a nice romantic dinner, some nice music, time for some conversation, and a chance to dance if she were up for it.

As I pulled out from her place, I noticed that the sky was really starting to cloud up the closer that we got to the city. I really hoped that the rain would hold off long enough for us to get the date in. Of course, 'normal me' post breakup has already started to analyze and overthink absolutely everything in my head and we are only ten minutes into the date. Wondering why a 30-something girl who was obviously very attractive and sexy would want to go out with a 55-year-old man or what we could possibly have in common to talk about for the next several hours. She totally surprised me. Talking to her seemed like the most natural thing in the world and our conversation flowed famously. I found that she was a single mother of two girls and that neither of the fathers had opted to be a part of their lives. And I certainly felt a lot better about the date when she told me that she had actually been wanting to date an older, more mature man because she was tired of dating boys who behaved like boys. She said that things were great until there was some type of commitment or responsibility or if things got difficult, then they'd cut and run like their ass was on fire, as she put it. I completely understood where she was coming from because she had just described my daughter's current boyfriend.

We arrived and boarded the ship, got our pictures taken together, and were escorted to our table on the upper deck. Dinner came and it was amazing, so I ordered a nice red wine to go with the meal, and our conversation continued unabated the whole way through dinner. We talked about my kids, what I did for a living, my family and friends, hobbies and places I've traveled to, and of my love of storms. I swear, never in my life, have I ever been able to so freely open up to anyone like her. Everything I learned about her made me hungry and anxious to hear more. The hours passed like minutes it seemed.

After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, we went out on the deck to see the lights of the city and all the bridges and our conversation continued. The sky had grown much darker, and you could see flashes of heat lightning in the sky off on the horizon. As I sipped at my wine, I looked into her vivid green eyes, and I saw a glimmer in them that told me that there was a fire below them that could melt cold hard steel. I found myself staring too long, memorizing everything about the moment. Her wild, red hair, the dark, lightning riddled sky, the flow of her short dress that seemed to be made specifically to accent every curve and contour of her lithe young body, the way she held her glass of wine in her delicate hands, the glisten on her lips as she sipped at its deep, burgundy color, and the flirty way she kept casually brushing up against me with her hand or her body. I wanted this feeling, this moment in time, to forever be etched into the recesses of my mind. If our date went no further than this, then I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could.

Sadly, the ship had docked, and people were beginning to make their way to their vehicles and off to wherever they were destined to go next. We set our glasses down on the nearest table and started for the stairs down to the first level to deboard. I don't know if it was the wine or the gentle sway of the ship, but she was slightly unsteady and I reached my arm around her waist and slowly guided her down the steps. We collected our picture, said goodbye to the Captain, and started to make our way over the gangplank to the shore just as the first couple of sprinkles began to fall from the sky. She surprised me a little when we reached the shore and she bent over and slipped off her flats to walk the rest of the way to the car bare-footed. She looked absolutely elated and not the least bit bothered by the rain that was starting to fall a little harder as we neared the car. I hurried to the passenger side of the car and opened the door to allow her to get in, and then ran over to my side, getting half soaked in the process.

After I started the car, I looked over at her and could not help noticing how absolutely radiant and vibrant she looked. I don't know if it was the wine or the hurried walk to the car, or if she always looked like this, but what I did know was that I really hoped that the night would not end because of a little rain. I was desperately trying to think of something else or somewhere else to go that would allow me to spend more time with her.

That's when she looked over at me with those sparkling green eyes and face aglow and said, "I'm really having a great night, Denver. If you're not in a hurry to get rid of me, I know of a place we can go that's nice and quiet, where we can watch the storm."

"Sure", I replied quickly. "Do you want to drive us there? Since you know where we're going."

"Oh, my god yes! I have always wanted to drive one of these."

So, we both hopped out into the rain and quickly switched sides so she could drive us to this mysterious place she had in mind. She was excited to drive the Mustang. I was excited to have the opportunity to be able to sit in the passenger seat and drink in the beauty of this wild, curly-haired, woman who was making my heart race in a way that I can't remember feeling since I was a kid in high school. I couldn't help staring at her face when she put the car in drive and pulled out of the lot. She was smiling from ear to ear when she got to the Parkway West and hit the gas and felt the deep, throaty rumble of the big V8 respond under her bare feet. We were soon speeding out the Parkway towards the airport. I noticed that her dress had ridden up quite a bit and she was showing a good deal of those slim, sexy legs, high enough that I could almost see the crotch of her panties. I leaned over onto the console to get closer as we continued talking, with the sound of the windshield wipers slapping away the rain. She was giggling as she raced forward, weaving in and out of the slower cars. As she cut quickly back into the right lane, my arm slipped on the console and my hand ended up against the soft, bare skin of her leg. I quickly pulled it back and sat back in my seat just as she looked over at me with those hypnotic green eyes and a smile from ear to ear, and said, "You should probably wait until we get where we're going before you do that." Followed by a deep laugh.

I was giddy and nervous and not really sure how to take that. Was she just joking to make light of an awkward situation, or was she implying that she had other plans for the evening? Not sure if it was the storm, the wine, or the fact that I was sitting next to a very sexy, young woman, but I was definitely hoping for the latter. Perhaps, sensing my awkward discomfort, Dallas slid her hand over and wrapped it overtop of mine as she continued driving. As we neared the airport, she put on the signal and turned off towards Resurrection Road. I actually felt disappointment when she moved her hand and guided the car into the back of a lot overlooking the airport runways. She pulled up as far as she could, shifted the car into park, and shut the engine off, leaving us in the dark with the lights of the airport ahead in the distance. The view was amazing and, in the rain, the lights created multi-colored stars on the windshield that sparkled and then seemingly melted in the rain pouring down in front of us. Coupled with the flashes of lightning all across the sky, it had created an oddly romantic setting and had my heart beating out of my chest.

In the dark front seat of the car, she turned that beautiful face towards me, reached her soft supple fingers up to the side of my cheek, and leaned in for a soft, gentle kiss that felt like the lightning outside of the car was coursing through both of us at once. That first kiss seemed like it lasted forever, then she leaned back slightly while still staring in my eyes, and slightly out of breath, and she said, "I have wanted to do that all night."

I didn't even try to reply. There were no words that I could possibly come up with that would have made this any more perfect. I just leaned back in and kissed her again. It was full of hunger and desire. It was full of strength and softness all at once. My hand reached out to her waist, and I allowed my thumb to rest just under the upswell of her small, firm breast and squeezed ever so slightly. Her hand reached for the top of my shirt where it wrapped itself in the fabric and then in the throes of another deep, soulful kiss, she yanked as hard as she could. I could hear the buttons as they gave way and began bouncing off various parts of the inside of the car. I didn't care. It only served to stoke the fire raging inside me right now. Her lips slowly trailed to the side of my cheek towards my neck, where she bit lightly and swirled her tongue around the gently wounded flesh before whispering in my ear. "I want you to make love to me NOW! Out there!" She said while pointing into the storm raging outside the car.

Without another word, she reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head, causing her curly red hair to splay every which way. I quickly removed all my clothes except my underwear and just stared at her sexy, little body heaving, clad only in a white, lacy Victoria Secret bra and panties.

We both crawled out of the car into the pouring rain and moved quickly to the front of the car where we could see the lights of the airport ahead of us. I took her face into my hands and kissed her so hard and so deep that I could literally feel the roof of her mouth with my tongue. She pressed her body into mine and began swaying with me as we stayed locked in our passionate and needy kiss. I know she could feel me throbbing against her as she ground herself to me. The rain cast a slight chill over us as it cascaded over our overheated and hungry bodies. I kissed and sucked my way down to her neck as she threw her head back with abandon, letting herself be taken by the storm raging around us as well as the one raging inside of me. I deftly released the clasp of her bra and tossed it onto the hood of the car and continued my kisses down to her shoulder and then onwards to her firm, pert little tits that were so hard that I could feel the nipples stiff against me. I reached up with my right hand and grasped it firmly in my hand as my mouth latched on to the stiffened nipple and bit down lightly on the firm, rubbery flesh, which elicited a loud moan to escape her.

Out of nowhere came a loud roar and a bright light as an incoming plane flew directly above our heads as I was turning her and laying her back onto the hood of the car. She instinctively spread her legs and allowed me to move between them as I stared down at her semi-nude body splayed obscenely over the hood of my car with the rain running over and caressing that sweet flesh. I slipped my hands inside the soaking wet waistband of my underwear and pulled them down and let them fall to the ground at my feet. The lightning flashed again and she could finally see the full hardness of my cock standing thick and proud above her naked, young body. She made a soft mewling sound as she stared at my naked figure and ran her hands over her small tits, gently pinching the nipples.

I dropped to my knees in the mud and leaned in towards her panty-clad pussy as she watched me. I started kissing my way up her thighs slowly as she writhed under me in anticipation. As my face got closer to the lacy crotch of her panties, I could feel the intense heat coming from her and could faintly smell her arousal. I purposely took my time kissing along the edge of her panties and over the very wet crotch, before I slowly started to pull them up and off her. When I lowered my head back down, I was staring into one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. Surrounded by a thick, curly red bush. With nothing short of wild abandon, I dove tongue first into the folds of her steaming, hot core. I wanted nothing more than to make her cum repeatedly in my mouth. I licked from the tiny pucker of her ass all the way to her engorged clit that was swelled and poking obscenely upwards just begging to be sucked. I alternated between sucking it in and out of my mouth and flicking my tongue up and down and back and forth over it until she was riding from one crashing orgasm straight into another one as she panted and moaned beneath me.

I grabbed the front of the car and pulled myself up so that I was once again standing before her and ready to take her. Neither of us wanted to make love. We wanted to fuck. Pure, animal, angry, needy, and free. The thunder started again and the lightning was really flashing above us as the storm was now full on. I moved up close and slid the thick, fat head of my cock along the lips of her sex, feeling the slipperiness of her cum coating the head and shaft, and then I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her pussy stretch to take my size. The thunder clapped and the lightning once again flashed as I buried it completely inside the velvet, hot wetness of her body, causing her to arch her back and orgasm yet again. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around me as I started to pick up my pace and slide in and out of her. I leaned over her, wrapped my arm around her thin waist, and pulled her upwards towards me while continuing to thrust deeply. Another flash of lightning, and I stared into those wild green eyes, and I swear it looked like there was a bright green fire dancing there.

Denver and Dallas were both gone at this moment. All that was left were two ravenous, wild animals rutting in the storm. Fueled by the crash of thunder, the flashing of the lightning, and the cool cascade of the rain across their flesh. It was sensory overload as I was absolutely pounding into her beautiful pussy as hard and as deep as I could. I felt her nails dig deeply into my back as another more powerful cum started ripping through her body and she met my powerful thrusts with her own. The lights and the roar of another plane coming in sent me completely over the edge and I buried my cock so hard it lifted her off the hood of the car as I loosed jet after jet of white, hot, cum deep inside of her, causing her to orgasm yet again. We stayed locked together like that, panting and breathing hard for another ten minutes before I felt myself shrinking and sliding from inside her. Only then did we release our hold on each other and collapse in each other's arms on the muddy, rain-soaked ground. She looked up into my eyes with her eyes glossy and glazed over and said, "Oh my God Denver. That is hands down, the best sex I've ever had in my life. I don't think I've ever cum that much before. Thank you."

I moved my lips over hers and kissed her slowly. Partly to let her know that I felt the same, and partly to keep her from accidentally saying those three little words that always seem to fuck things up. It really was nothing short of amazing. It was by far the best, most intense sex I've ever had. We stayed curled up like that, naked, in the mud together for another half hour or more just kissing and cuddling in the quiet of the storm.