You awake in bed during the night to the fading rumble of thunder off in the distance. Your hand instinctively reaches for me across the bed, but surprisingly my spot is vacant. Sitting up you look around our bedroom and tilt your head to listen for any sound of me, but you can't seem to locate me. Pulling yourself out of bed you grab a thin gown, and quickly wrap it around your body, barely even tying the sash around your waist. Your bare feet pad quietly on the hardwood floor, as you look in different places for me until you come to the kitchen. Still you can't find me, and a wrinkle of worry creases your brow, half turning to go look elsewhere, you notice the sliding door to the back deck is slightly open. Pushing it open further, you slip outside onto the covered deck, which I screened in last fall, so that we could sit outside in the shade and not be bothered by the bugs. There you finally find me, sitting in the dark on the chaise, lounging with my legs spread out before me and one arm draped up and behind my head. Sighing in relief at finally finding me, you walk up behind me and drape yourself around me hugging me and kissing me.
'Why'd you leave me baby?' you ask me playfully.
'I'm sorry my love, I heard the distant thunder and decided to come out here and feel the approaching storm.' I reply.
Looking down at my body you enjoy the full view of my chest, and note happily that I am wearing only my boxers. Coming around me to face me and sit beside me, I notice your robe falling almost open, nearly exposing your ample amount of bosom. Another peal of distant thunder rumbles through the ground. You see my gaze and feel a thrill, and an idea slips winsomely into your head. Smiling that devious smile at me, you stand up and take a step back. Your hands untie your sash, letting your robe fall open and your gorgeous breasts seem to bounce free from their restraints.
'Is that what you're wanting to see baby?' As my gaze drinks in your wonderful full breasts, your hand caresses around your breast, hardening your nipple, then slips its way down your tummy, down below your waist, down to your glorious softness. You revel in my hungry gaze, watching my boxers, noting movement as you realize my arousal is starting to grow.
The breeze starts to pick up as the storm approaches, out in the night the leaves are rustling, and some limbs are creaking in protest. The sounds further excite you, solidifying the idea in your head firmly.
Looking down at my boxers, anxious to see what is underneath, you tell me 'take them off baby...show me'.
I smile and ease them down my legs, exposing my semi-aroused, slightly swollen cock to your appreciative gaze. I kick the boxers to the floor and sit there waiting to see what you do next, unable to take my eyes off of your perfect body. You let the gown fall to the floor as well, feeling the wind become more insistent at the storm's approach.
Lightning flashes and a few seconds later the thunder rumbles again, more forcefully.
Your naked skin tingles with excitement and is covered in gooseflesh. Your fingers rub around the opening to your sanctuary, building up the already budding moisture there, before slipping a finger inside teasingly. Pouting your lips slightly, your gaze never leaves my growing arousal, you are fascinated by it. Your urges are racing through your body, all the things you want to do fighting to break free. Getting your finger good and wet, you slowly bring it up to your lips, almost pushing it into your mouth, you see my own mouth open, imitating your movements unconsciously, wanting you to suck your juices from your finger. Finally your parted lips close around your finger, letting your head fall back as you do, pushing your breasts out and arching your back, you moan for me.
The thunder crashes closely, and the wind starts to blow more forcefully, the first few patterings of raindrops clatter on the tin roof covering us.