It was stormy as they walked to the shopping mall. The wind howled round the empty car park and litter danced maniacal steps on the wild gusts. They huddled together for company, their collars raised against the biting east wind.
She looked up at him with eyes that told him that she wanted comfort. He pulled her close, and felt that thrill the touch of her body always gave him. At that moment they passed an empty doorway and the icy wind seared into their flesh with thin fingers that tugged and tore at their coats. He dragged her into the doorway and span her round so that she was on the inside and he was sheltering her from the storm outside.
She loved feeling his big body close to hers and when he protected her! Mmm! She felt so horny! And so it was that when he turned his back to the elements and shielded her from the weather, she felt the warmth of his body not the searing touch of the iced, east wind. She felt herself melt into him so that the rough cloth of their coats disappeared, as if the glow that she felt inside was from his naked skin not the love of her man.
He reached his arms around her and hugged her like a bear, and she disappeared in the warmth, lost in his arms, safe in his presence, protected from the outside, suddenly serene and peaceful while outside, the winds howled and raged. She hugged him back, only her arms didn’t quite reach around him, so she pressed herself tightly to him and felt his hard body next to hers.
