It's a hot, rainy summer night, and I'm all alone. I'm lighting candles because the power's just gone out. When I'm finished lighting the candles, I settle back into the corner of the sofa to wait the storm out. As I watch the dancing candlelight, I think back to a couple of years ago to another hot and rainy night . . .
Shane and I don't get to see one another often, so we really have some fun and steamy times when we are together. On this night, we'd wound up parked way out in the middle of the woods. Shane's air conditioner in the truck was on the blink, and we couldn't let the windows down because of the weather. None of this mattered. All we cared about was having wild sex. We didn't even start kissing or anything before we were tearing off our clothes and throwing them on the floor. Then we were all over each other, kissing and touching.
Two years later, I can still feel his kisses on my neck. My neck is highly sensitive to kisses, especially Shane's kisses. Sitting here on the sofa I feel the same tingling in my neck and further down that I felt then. I reach my hand up to touch it . . .
But back to my reminiscing. With all the closeness, heavy kissing and touching, and the closed windows we are really hot and sticky. Shane's fingers have wandered down to my clit -- finally! I am so slippery and turned on! I'm also extremely sensitive and can hardly bear the sensations. His finger circles my clit over and over and slides down to slip into me. He knows I'm ready when he feels how wet my pussy is. I tell him I've got to have him inside me right now. But no, he won't at first. He's being a tease, which he knows just makes me wetter and wetter. After practically begging for him to take me, he finally pushes me down on the seat of the truck.
