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John was outside when the storm hit. He was in the back part of the property when the lightning started. He was mending a fence at when he first heard the thunder. He looked up and saw the darkened sky when a flash of lightning illuminated the area he was in. The accompanying thunder jolted him. Heavy raindrops began pelting him and he looked up to see a few of them splash onto his face and glasses. "Damn" he thought, "rain again. I really need to get this done."
He worked through the rain, letting his back get wet as he worked on the fencing. Rain dripped from his hat and onto his face, dripping down to his chin and then off to the ground.
Alison looked out and saw the rain coming down hard, knowing that John was out within the storm working. She also wondered if she should expect the typical thunderstorm attitude he got in the summers. She ran up to the shower and washed off a few layers of summer heat from herself, just in case.
John finished the last section of fence. He was soaked now. Water dripped from all parts of his body as he mounted the quad and prepared to drive back to the house. All the tools were in the trailer and he began the trip back. Through the stream, into the muddy section and finally up the back road to the house, he finally ended up in the garage, parking the quad and leaving the tools for later. He slogged into the mud room and starting stripping. His shirt, boots, and pants - all of it came off until he was down to his underwear. A towel over his shoulders and he walked his way over to the downstairs shower, jumping in for a rinse. He rinsed his long hair and washed off all the mud and dirt from his body, refreshing himself from the summer rain.
A towel around his waist, he walked upstairs to the bedroom for some fresh clothes. Alison was upstairs in the bedroom already, having dried off from her shower as well. Hearing his feet on the stairwell, she quickly ran over to the bed and lay down on it, picking up a book pretending to have been reading. He entered the bedroom seeing her lying on the bed, on her stomach and reading a book. She was dressed in the violet merry widow and matching panties that she'd picked up a month ago. She even topped it off with some stockings as well.
He smiled as he saw here, knowing that she had anticipated his mood. The rain had dripped over his face, down his arms, which, for some reason, turned him on. He even noticed that he had a suitable erection as he drove back from the back section of the property. It was then that he decided that he was going to fuck her when he got back.
His cock again swelled pushing the towel out from his body. He let loose the
impediment to his erection and stood in the doorway smiling at her.
"Got a little wet out there?" she asked him.
"A bit, get a little wet in here?" he replied with a smirk.
"Yeah, a bit" she smiled back at him, welcoming him to the bed as he crawled onto the bed and kissed her. His large hands reached down to her bottom and grasped both her cheeks tightly, squeezing her to his named body. His mouth tended to her neck, kissing and caressing it with his mouth and tongue. He wandered down to the top of her breasts and kissed there as well. His hands grabbed tightly at her bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks almost painfully, causing her to gasp audibly. He smiled at her reaction. He knew that she would take him just from her response. Alison reached her hands down to her panties, stripping them off and throwing them teasingly as his face. He inhaled, knowing that she had only just put them on, as they still smelled clean from the washer. Slightly disappointed
by that fact, always loving her scent in his nostrils, he still continued his attentions to her. His hand pulled down one of the cups of the merry widow, exposing her large and erect nipple to the attentions of his tongue. He licked it rapidly and lightly causing her to inhale at the attention. He grabbed her bottom with one hand and her torso with the other and pulled her up onto his body. He moved her over his erect cock and she moaned as his cock head caressed her outer lips. He grabbed his hips and pulled her down quickly onto his cock. She didn't resist as his cock quickly filled her. They both moaned as the cock filled her
deeply. Her tongue found his as the coupled and fucked each other savagely. She rose up and down on his cock closing her eyes and sat up to ride him even harder.
John thrust up into her as she slid down onto her. His cock thrust into her cervix, causing her to cry out momentarily each time he hit there. Alison's hand moved down to her pussy where she found her clitoris and started rubbing it. She closed her eyes tight as her finger strummed her clit and the cock slid deep into her. She rose and fell upon the cock, as it thrust deep into her. She quickly rose to her peak, now moaning deeply with her eyes shut tight. "Oh.... Ohhhhhh.... Oooohhhhhhhhhh........ " She moaned louder now, thankful that their 100 acres kept the neighbors far away from hearing their savage fuck. She reached back to his thigh with her free hand while she continued to stroke herself with the other. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, the walls of her pussy clamping down tightly on his rigid cock. She cried out loud, screaming his name as he smiled up at her. He loved to watch her cum.
She slowed her ride as the orgasm in her subsided. She finally opened her eyes and laughed at him as she saw him smile up at her. She knew how he loved to watch her cum and she certainly had a wonderful one this time.
He patted her on the side of her ass, indicating that he wanted to change position. "Stay right like that," he said as he crawled out from under her. He got up behind her and looked down. Her merry widow looked delicate as he looked down at her back and the straps of the garter belt framed her ass beautifully. He was reassured by this image what he needed.