It was just one of those nights. The weatherman had predicted thunderstorms but didn't say anything about what was happening outside. I stood at the bay window thinking out loud when a sudden flash of lightening, followed by a window shaking peal of thunder ended my lighting, television, and of course the computer.
I stood in the dark, just looking out when another flash of lighting blinded me for a moment. As I regained my vision I saw the lights of a car pulling down into my drive. " Who in the name of Hanna would be out this late on such a crappy night," I wondered. I walked to the door, stopping for a candle and a match to light it with. I opened the door as I reached it and found my arms full of a wet wiggly something. I almost dropped the candle as I caught this armful of raincoat and hat.
I stepped back steadying my visitor and watched as a pair of soft full lips, followed by a wonderful pixie nose emerging from the wet mess. A face filled with high cheekbones, and eyes of pure silver soon followed these. I blinked a couple of times just to make sure, they looked like silver but were not. Just the grayest eyes I have ever seen.
"I am so sorry to bother you on such a night as this, but I could not see the road and I saw the light of your house just before they went out." she said.
" There is nothing to apologize for," I told her, "I cannot believe how hard this front has hit."
I was staring and I knew it but I could not help it…Hearing her voice I stop and refocus my attention.
"….. a dry towel or something"
"I'm sorry you must be soaked" I took her by the arm and led her to the downstairs bath. Lighting a couple of candles I extended my arm for her coat. In the candlelight she was a heavenly creature as the hood, once removed, revealed pale blond hair, piled up high on her head, with a few wispy strands playing along her face. She handed me her coat and I excused myself. " Please take your time, the water is gas heated so if you want to wash up feel free. The towels are in the cabinet to the right of the shower."
I move to the kitchen and start a pot of hot water. Thank God for gas. Taking out two teacups I prepare the tea for brewing. I make up a tray with sugar, cream, lemon and the pot of tea. I turn to walk into the living room and standing there in the doorway is the blonde visitor. I damn near dropped the tray for all she is wearing is a towel.
" Sorry if I spooked you," she said. " I need to dry my clothes, if you don't mind?"
" Not at all." I put the tray down and carry her clothes back to the laundry room. "I'm afraid that we will have to wait a bit for the power" as I quietly think to myself, "Thank God for gas." I hang what I can to dry and return to the kitchen for the tea.
By this time she already has the tray in the living room and was lighting a few more candles. I stand and just gaze at her. Her movements are fluid and full of grace. She moves like a wrath, not seeming to touch the floor. I stand and stare, my inner-self whispering, " So what has it been, two, three months since your girlfriend walked out on you. All this time alone and now you have a stunning creature here and you just stand there like a teenager." I shake my head, walking into the room.
"I put several pieces of your clothing over a rack to dry. We will have to wait for the power to come back on to dry the rest."
"That's ok," she said, " I've already poured the tea, how do you like yours?"
" Just a little sugar please"
She passes me a cup. I sit and sip listening to her talk about herself, her job and just stuff in general. I notice that the constant movement of her arms and hands while talking has caused the towel to slip down so that her cleavage is now peeking out more and more. She sees me looking and I look down embarrassed at being caught, and notice that my cock is like a lead pipe between my legs. I had not realized that I was hard.
As we finish our tea she stands and walks over to the window, the storm is still exerting its full rage. I watch as she wraps her arms about herself and I move to stand behind her.
" I love thunderstorms, I can feel the power of the lightening and the thunder running through me like an electrical charge." She leans back against me, I know that she must have felt my hardness against her soft butt cheeks. " I am just as afraid as I am fascinated with the fury of nature. I sometimes feel that if I stood long enough I would be drawn up into the storm and become part of it."
She reaches down and draws my arms around her. Seeking comfort or strength I do not know. I can feel her body in my arms, so soft yet with an underlying strength. I feel the tightness of the muscles in her arms, the hard muscles of her upper back as she presses against me. I also feel her pushing back into me, feeling the stiffness of my swollen manhood, her hips gently rocking from side to side.
