We are camping in the mountains. It's been a beautiful day of hiking, swimming and a quiet picnic. We returned to camp and decided to take a nap before dinner. I don't know how long we've been asleep... hours? I am awakened by a not-to-distant roll of thunder.
I love storms. They pull at something primal in me. I am excited, but I know that being in a tent on top of a mountain in a storm could be a frightening experience.
I nudge you, "Babe...Babe, wake up... there's a storm coming."
"What?" you whisper, still half asleep. Another clap of of thunder, closer this time, and you are fully awake.
"Wow, sounds like we may be in for it." you say as you pull me closer to your side.
I snuggle in, my head on your shoulder, my arm across your chest. Your hand lightly drawing lazy circles on my upper arm.
"It will be fine, these storms never last very long." you reassure me.
"You know what storms do to me, but it's still scary being up here in a tent." I reply.
"Oh yes, I am well aware of what storms do to you." you say softly as you turn on your side and cup my face in your hands. You kiss me deeply, sliding your tongue into my mouth to seek out my own.
Flashes of lightening followed closely by loud bursts of thunder have me shaking, but not just with fear... Oh God... storms make me so aroused. You feel me trembling and kiss me more passionately. Deeper, urgent, ravenous. My hands find your hair and I pull it, raking my fingers across your scalp as I do.
You moan into my mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. I grab the hem of yours and begin pulling, you help me and we are soon skin on skin from the waist up. You pull me tight against your chest, and feel my erect nipples as my soft breasts are crushed against you.
You release your hold slightly so you can get a hand around one of them and knead it, rolling my nipple between your fingers... first one and then the other.