I startle, as a bright light suddenly illuminates the bedroom, almost immediately followed by a deafening clap of thunder. As I get up and walk to the window a worried frown crosses my face. Tom is still outside for his run and he hates the rain. Then, suddenly the frown is replaced by a smile as I remember the one time Tom didn't mind getting wet. It happened during our very first vacation together a couple of years ago.
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After partying with friends on Ibiza for a few days we wanted to spend a few quiet day on Formentera island, just the two of us. We'd arrived a few hours earlier but were still tired from the previous night's dancing, so we'd decided to enjoy a lazy afternoon at the beach. The sun was shining, we swam in the sea, laughed, chatted, kissed for a bit, but we had to behave ourselves because we were not alone -- even some kids were playing not too far away.
"Fuck, babes, you look so hot in your new bikini," Tom said as his eyes lingered on my ample curves.
"It's a good thing your swimming shorts are not too tight," I teased as I 'accidentally' brushed against him. "Otherwise your erection would be obvious to everyone here, not just to me..."
He responded by kissing me quickly and then jumping into the sea to cool off once more.
It was just great to have time to ourselves, no plans, no diaries, nowhere to be but just right then and there. Eventually we dozed off listening to the waves and the seagulls and enjoying the gentle breeze around us.
"Hanna, wake up!" I suddenly heard Tom say close to my ear, as he shook my shoulders gently. I opened my eyes and saw that we were completely alone at the beach. The reason was obvious: dark and heavy storm clouds covered the sky completely. In the distance we could see flashes of lightning and hear loud thunder rumbling. The gentle breeze from an hour before had turned into strong gusts of wind that nearly knocked over our sunbeds. We quickly tried to put on some clothes and gather our things.
"We'll never make it back to the hotel in time," I muttered, as the first heavy drops of rain started to fall.
Tom looked along the beach, eventually pointing to a picnic area with a gazebo: "It's just a couple hundred meters away -- let's run!"
We started towards it, but were not even halfway there when the heavens opened up and rain started to pour down on us in heavy sheets. Within seconds we were drenched. We made it to the gazebo a few moments later, gasping for breath, laughing, completely soaked but high on adrenaline and alive with the intensity of the thunderstorm around us. While the gazebo sheltered us from most of the storm we still got sprayed with mist from the rain and the sea. I didn't mind -- the afternoon sun had heated up our skin so much that now vapor was rising from our bare arms and legs.
Our wet t-shirts clung to our bodies. I could see Tom's hard nipples through the light fabric and was turned on immediately. Mesmerized I reached out a hand to touch them.
"Look at me!" he said in a hoarse voice, before my hand even reached his chest.
I raised my head and within a fraction of a second his lips were pressed hard against mine. Our bodies slammed against each other as we kissed frantically. I could taste the salt from the sea and sweat and the rain, as we were both tearing at the other's t-shirt to get it off. We only parted mouths quickly, to get them over our heads. I could feel Tom's erection pressing against my stomach, as he grabbed my ass with both hands to pull me even tighter to him. Rubbing my belly against his dick I could feel it twitch and a low grunt escaped from his throat.
After a moment he let go of me slightly to unclasp my bikini top and slide off the straps. Without support my large breasts spilled out immediately. He grasped them with both hands and I panted as he sucked one nipple and squeezed the other at the same time. I tugged at his swimming shorts to free his dick, which was only barely held back by the fabric anyway. Once his shorts were off, Tom picked me up, lifted me onto one of the picnic tables and slid off my bikini bottom.