When I woke up the next morning, the fire had all but burned itself out. A few embers remained, glowing red and angry, the only remnants of the logs we'd thrown in the night before.
I could hear the rain outside, drumming steadily upon the roof of the cabin. Old Man Thunder grumbled in the distance, like a giant rousing itself from slumber.
"So much for my beautiful weather." I scrubbed at my eyes and searched for my glasses, which had been discarded during the night's activities. I found them, along with most of my clothes folded in a nice, neat little pile on the edge of the futon.
I say most because my shirt was nowhere to be seen.
"Lauren?" I called out, my voice still hoarse from sleep.
No answer.
Rumbling to my feet, I threw on my boxers and a pair of jeans before making a quick search of the inside of the cabin. She hadn't gone up to the bedroom, nor was she in the kitchen or the shower. Which only left one place…
Slipping back down the stairs on quiet feet, I opened the cabin's front door and peered around the corner.
There she was, leaning on the porches wooden railing, wearing nothing but my shirt, buttoned finally, and looking out into the rain and the mist that covered the mountain around us. Chin resting in her hands, there was a contented feel about her this morning, as though last night had affected her on a more subconscious level.
Or maybe it was just the mountain air.
Squeezing myself through the doorway without a sound, I crept down the length of the porch and moved up behind her. One arm snaked around her stomach, pulling her closer to me; the other moved her mane of her off to one side so I could kiss the side of her neck.
"Mmmm…" She pressed herself back into me and groaned softly. "Good morning."
"Hey there… you sleep well?"
Lauren nodded and leaned forward over the rail again. "Ohh yeah. Babies don't sleep that well… for obvious reasons." She looked back over her shoulder and flashed me a delicately wicked grin. "How 'bout you?"
Stepping back for a moment, I stretched my shoulders and cracked my neck. "Ahhh… I slept pretty well, though I imagine that we might have been more comfortable somewhere like the bed."
She whirled around, finger poking me in the chest. "Who're you to complain?!" Her cries rose louder as she moved towards me, forcing me to back up against the rough logs of the outside wall. "You fell asleep on top of me! I'm the one who wound up sleeping on the floor. You had padding!"
Try as I might, I couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling up. The indignant look on her face would've been enough by itself, but her little speech took the cake. By the time she was done, I was nearly doubled over laughing, and she was standing above, trying to hide her own growing smile.
After the moment had passed, and I found myself able to breathe well enough again, I moved back over to the railing and looked out, much as she had been doing before I got there.
It was probably somewhere in the neighborhood of seventy-five degrees, but the steady downpour made it feel slightly cooler. Mist rose from the lake in the distance, winding its way through the trees and the air around us, giving the entire place a sort of surreal quality to it.
Lightning flashed in the distance, a huge bolt that lit up the dark gray sky for miles around. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and counted, like I had as child, waiting for the crash of thunder that was sure to follow.
"One thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three, one thousand-four, one thousand –"
The floor shook under my feet as the thunder rumbled over us. I could feel it all the way through my body, sending a heavy shiver down my spine.
I felt warmth pressing up against my naked back and a pair of slender hands began to run over my stomach. "You're such a little kid." I could hear the smile in her voice as she leaned against my back. "I remember you used to tell me about the thunderstorms… how they were such an aphrodisiac for you…"
One hand slipped lower, over the front of my jeans to grasp my already hardening cock. I gasped out loud and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tighter around the denim clad outline of my manhood.
Fumbling for words, I tried without success to form some sort of coherent explanation for my love of storms.
"You said that there was something about the power of it, of getting caught in a storm, of watching the lightning… that had always appealed to you." Moving nice and slow, Lauren grasped my cock between her thumb and two fingers and started slowly stroking me through the fabric. "You told me once that some of the best sex you'd ever had was during a thunderstorm…"
Her free hand slid down from my abs to the button and the top of my jeans and deftly undid it. I could feel her pressing against my back, feel the heat of her body, smell the scent of her wetness as it rose into the air. She nuzzled against the side of my neck, standing on tiptoes to do it.
When she started whispering against the sensitive flesh of my ear, I felt more than heard her words.
"Come on, cowboy… how 'bout you show me just how good it can be…"
A long hard shiver ran down my spine, causing me to stiffen even further in the grip of her denim stroking hands. Once I managed to get control of myself I grabbed hold of that hand and pulled it away from me, spinning around to face her.
She gasped as I pulled her tight against me, rubbing the outline of my denim clad cock against her naked and noticeably wet pussy.
Soft moans and short gasps for breath told me everything I wanted before she even managed to get the words out. "…That's … not…fair!"
Bending down beside her, running my tongue softly along the outside of her ear, I chuckled. "Who said anything about playing "fair", Lauren…" Slipping one hand under the fabric of the shirt covering her upper half, I grazed one finger across the bud of her nipple. "You told me to show you how good it can be… and I intend to show you."
Another groan slipped from her mouth, a sound of pure sex and erotica, as she attacked me, kissing me hard and fast. Tongues wrestling in the heat of the moment, I turned her around so her back was against the railing and continued to press myself against her, torturing her as she cried out into our kiss.
"Alek…Alek please…"
I shook my head and pushing her harder against the rail began to lower my lips from hers towards something just a little further south.
"Alek…" she reached up, grabbing my head in her hands, but I was not to be dissuaded. Carefully undoing each button on the shirt, (it was mine, after all), I slowly exposed her beautiful tits to the cool mist and rain of the morning, causing goose bumps to appear all around her hard nipples.
Tracing an imaginary line of connect-the-dots around the soft flesh of her breast with my tongue, I grinned at the shudders running through her body. It was until I flicked my tongue over her nipple and sucked it hard into my mouth though that I got the reaction I really wanted.
Her grip on my head tightened, fingers grasping at my hair and pulling me hard against her. "Alek!..." her plea was broken by a moan escaping into the mists and the rain. "Alek…please… I want you."
Stepping back for a moment, I smiled at her. "Oh I know you do, Lauren… that's why I'm going to make you wait…"
Her eyes narrowed as she threw herself towards me, but caught both of her hands in mine and pinned them behind her back before pushing her back against the rail again and lowering myself back to delights of her flesh.
Changing my attention first from one to the other, I sucked hard on her nipple, seizing it between my teeth and flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin as I bit down, just hard enough to make her gasp and fight that much more fiercely to free herself from my grip.
"Come on, Lauren…" I whispered as I switched to torturing her other nipple. "Let me hear you say it… nice and loud…"
"Alek, please… I want you inside me."
"Mmmmm…" taking a cue from her performance the day before I started humming softly, her nipple firmly between my lips.
"Alek… I want you to fuck me, please…"
My smile broadened at the words, and I released her nipple from my mouth and her arms from behind her back. She leaned there against the railing, hair disheveled from thrashing around, shirt hanging open, with nipples red and swollen from my attentions. I wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she desired, but first things first.
I moved up close to her skin and mine were pressing together and stared deep into her eyes as I snaked one hand down her front to the wetness between her legs, running two fingers across her mound. I pressed softly here and there, threatening to penetrate, teasing her with the notion of being filled.
Holding her gaze with my own, I said only one word. "Louder."
"Alek…please…"
Curling my finger, I felt her lips part and the warmth of her pussy enclosing them as I pushed them up and inside her, giving her just a few short inches, and started to fuck her every so gently, pulling and tugging on her pussy lips as I went.
Her eyes rolled back and her knees threatened to buckle, her arms and sheer will the only thing holding her up. Even that barely held when I flicked my thumb across her clit and her whole body started to shake, on the very brink of an orgasm from all the teasing.
"Alek…I'm going to…" her words were cut off as I pressed my thumb harder against her clit. Her head snapped back, eyes wide open as though she'd been shocked. Her cunt clamped down on my fingers, quivering and squeezing like a vice, trying to milk them for the seed it desired. Her knuckles turned white and her fingers dug into the wood railing as the scream she'd been holding back finally ripped loose into the morning.
I stepped in closer, removing my fingers and supporting her weight as she came down from the orgasm that had nearly dropped her. Panting for breath, she let go of the rails and held on for dear life, nails digging slightly into my skin.
After a moment, her breathing returned to normal and her fingers began moving away from my back.
Seizing me by the front of my jeans, Lauren knelt and yanked both jeans and boxers to the floor before standing back up and locking eyes with me.
"Fuck me. Now, Alek… I want you inside me."
Darting forward, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around so her back was to me and she was bent over the rail. "You want me inside you, Lauren…"
