"For those of you who still have power, the storm has been upgraded to tropical storm conditions" says the woman on TV.
‘Great!’ Kelly thinks to herself as she sits in her house, alone. She gathers candles, lots of them, matches and several bottles of water as she waits for the year’s first big storm to pass.
Outside, the storm rages and Kelly finds it almost erotic in nature. A flash of lightning followed quickly by the loud thunder. It shakes and rattles the house, sending shivers down her spine. The lights flicker but stay on and she can feel the electricity in the air as it makes her skin tingle.
Kelly continues to watch the weather lady on the TV giving updates constantly. Looking out of her front window, Kelly watches as people race by in an effort to get home before the worst of the storm hits, feeling thankful that she’s not out there tonight.
Another flash of lightning, immediately followed by thunder and another noise, a cracking sound. She sees a tree fall across the road and hears a car skid to a stop. Kelly looks out of her window and sees a tall, dark haired man examining the damage to his car. Feeling no small amount of pity, she opens her window and asks if he's alright.
"Yes," comes the reply, “but I could use a phone to make a call.”
Kelly offers to assist this stranger as she opens her front door to wave him in. Grateful for the help, he quickly runs to the front door while trying to stay as dry as possible - and failing miserably.
Just at that moment there's another flash of lightning, followed immediately with the loud crack of thunder and all the lights go out. With the house nearly dark, and this stranger standing outside, Kelly nervously invites him in, out of the torrential rains. He thankfully accepts her hospitality as he steps into the house.
"I'm afraid I'm soaked. I don’t wanna get your floors all wet, I should go back to my car and wait out the storm.” He turns to leave and flashes a smile at her, saying, "Thanks anyways," before retreating to his car.
Something about his smile makes Kelly's skin tingle, just like the electricity in the air. She ignores it at first as she gets busy with lighting candles around the house. Their dim light casts shadows on the walls and Kelly feels her skin contract with goosebumps. As each candle is lit, she finds herself thinking about that sexy looking stranger in his car. She picks up the phone. "Damn, it’s dead.”
She goes to the kitchen and unthinkingly tries that phone. Frustrated that it's not working either, she hangs it up. Her mind keeps going back to the stranger’s smile. It was warm and genuine and made her feel so much at ease. Her skin tingles with more goosebumps as thoughts of seeing him naked course through her mind. Excitement builds within her loins, unsure if it’s from the storm or him.
The coolness of the air makes her nipples become erect, pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Instinctively, her hands rise up to touch them, rubbing the now hard nipples and sending little shockwaves to her lower regions.
‘Why is it that every time there's a storm I get excited?’ she asks herself.
Again, she looks out of her window and sees the silhouette of the handsome stranger still sitting in his car. Her arms wrap around her chest and her fingers continue to play with her breasts and nipples. Another flash of lightening raises the hair on her arms; she can feel her panties becoming wet. Her mind begins to have thoughts about inviting him back in, just to get in out of the weather, she tells herself, secretly wanting to feel his hands on her body instead of her own.
Torn by indecision, she turns her head away from the window but another flash of lightning causes her to take another peek out of the window, just to make sure her stranger hasn’t left yet.
Kelly's mind begins to spin with thoughts of lust, her entire body tingles with wanton desire. The desire to be touched, kissed, probed and fucked by this stranger is more than her mind and body can take.
Grabbing an umbrella, she braces herself against the storm. She knocks on his window, motioning for him to come inside the house. Her body takes control of her thought processes as she flashes him her most alluring smile. The rain continues to pour down, soaking her clothing. To be heard above the howling winds, Kelly shouts, "No sense waiting out here. C'mon in where it's safe and warm.”
He eagerly agrees and races back with her to the front door. "Thank you for inviting me back in. I was getting a little worried that another tree might fall," he says.
"Oh, you’re soaked. I'm so sorry for not letting you stay earlier," she exclaims.
"It's alright, I understand." He smiles again.
Kelly can feel the inside of her thighs getting wet and knows it's not from the rain. After shaking out the umbrella, she gathers a couple of towels to dry off with.
"That’s quite a storm going on out there." he says.
Kelly repeats the weather report. "Yes, it's been upgraded to a tropical storm.”
"Oh, really? I've never experienced one of those before, but then, I'm not from around here."
She flashes her own smile this time, watching his reaction in the dim candle light.
"I assume that your power hasn’t returned?" He states the obvious.
"Yes. Just after you went back to your car, there was a flash of lightning and a loud crack of thunder. The lights flickered on, then off again and then no more lights!”
"Hmmm."
"Hmm? What?" she asks.
"Well, I was just thinking. Um… nothing. Sorry.”
He looks down at the floor seeing the puddle of water at his feet. Kelly follows his eyes downward, stopping momentarily at his crotch. Her mind races at the thought of what she might find behind those denim jeans, before her gaze continues down to the floor, seeing the same puddle.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity to see more of him, she says, "You’re soaked. Would you like to get out of those wet things? I have a bath robe you can use."
"Thanks. I’m pretty wet still. But you don’t have any power and I'm not sure that my clothes would dry out any faster off than on," he says.
‘Off!’ She silently thinks to herself before saying, "I've got a fireplace, if you can start a fire, we can hang your clothes near that so they will dry out faster. Let me get that bath robe.”
She quickly leaves, still unable to think about anything other than having a night full of lust filled passion with him. She returns and sees a fire raging in the fireplace and that he's removed his shirt. Taking a moment to examine his body, his broad shoulders, muscular back with a pirate tattoo on his right shoulder blade, she saunters into the room watching him as he turns and stands up, smiling.
"Um, sorry for taking my shirt off, but I was getting a little chilly.”
Giving him another approving smile, Kelly continues to gaze at his hairy chest and strong upper body. He does not have a washboard stomach, but there is still a hint of a six-pack.
‘He's someone who's grown accustomed to a comfortable lifestyle,’ she thinks.
She hands him the bathrobe and he asks where he can remove the rest of his clothes.
"Right here if you want to" says Kelly smiling devilishly. The words are out of her mouth before she even realizes what she's said. Her face gets flush at her boldness and her pussy gets wet too. "Um, I'll be right back" she says.
Kelly leaves the room as he undresses and puts on the bathrobe, unaware that she's peeking at him as he strips. She goes to her own room and removes her wet clothes as well. She decides he's not getting out of this house until she gets a little something for being his heroine.
Kelly finds her favorite sexy outfit, a lacy blue teddy. Its underwire lifts her breasts, while its thong panties perfectly part her shapely ass. She puts on another bathrobe, goes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of wine and two glasses. Upon returning to the living room and her guest, she sees him looking at her book collection and knick knacks atop the mantle.
"You have a nice home," he says, without turning to look at her.
"Thank you." she replies, adding "Would you care to share a bottle of wine with me? I think this storm is gonna last for awhile. This might help the time pass.” Her cheeks feel flush as she speaks.
Taking the hint, he reaches for the bottle and pulls the cork.
Kelly jumps as the cork pops.
He reaches for her glass and pours a small amount of the wine, repeating the process with his own glass. He then twirls the velvety red liquid in his glass allowing the wine to breathe, sniffs it before taking a sip and lets the red fluid swish around the tip of his tongue before announcing, "Very good.”
Having watched him, Kelly takes the offered glass, sips the wine and decides it's a good bottle too before downing the rest.
"This is becoming a good evening after all,” he exclaims. "Not at all what I had originally planned.”
"What were your plans, if I can ask?"
