Lightning flashed across the sky followed immediately by thunder vibrating the walls of the house; rain fell in relentless waves. Weather forecasters on the breaking news said we are in the bull's eye of the storm and could likely get eight to ten inches of rain and low land flooding already closed several city streets and highways in the area. Evening event cancellations scrolled across the screen faster than in winter blizzard conditions. We were in for a long night at home.
In my youth, a long night at home meant nothing to do but play cards or Monopoly. I am not in my youth and my partner for our long night at home is my neighbor, David. David lives next door but, in this downpour, he'd be soaked to the bone just going across the yards. David moved to our neighborhood last year and is in his thirties and fit, not a jock or some muscled up gym rat; he has tone.
I knew David from a couple classes we had together in grad school although we didn't know each other well. We became closer friends since he moved next door. We've gone out together a couple times for pizza and beer; however, we are a Plutonic pair.
I am Sammy, a couple years younger than David at 31, I can hold my own in the fitness arena and try to keep excess weight off with jogging, bike riding, and swimming when I'm at the lake. David and I had been working in our yards when the storm began brewing. "Hey, David, come in for a beer before going home. I think we have time before that wall cloud gets here."
"Are you sure? That thing is moving fast and I already feel the leading edge winds picking up." Despite his apparent protest, David followed me into the kitchen through the slider and we both reached for beers in the refrigerator.
"Of course I am not sure," I laughed as we both popped open our beers. "Besides, what are we going to do in our homes alone during this storm?"
I barely closed the sliding kitchen door before the winds hit. It was a straight line wind that smacked into the neighborhood with 70 mile per hour plus winds, sustained. Cloud to cloud lightning and the simultaneous thunder told me the storm was right on top of us. As I considered our predicament, I moved away from the door, closed the blinds, turning just in time to glimpse David's eyes roaming up and down my back side. I felt a flush of color rise and a warmth flow over my body.
The TV remote was near David and he turned on the TV to hear storm reporting. Switching between local channels, it became clear this storm was huge and any calming of the storm is not likely for a few hours. The reporter said there are three cells lined up to hit us today and into the night. Was turning on the TV a diversion from almost being caught checking me out?
"Come on, David, sit down," I said as I pulled out a kitchen chair for myself. "You are dry and just as safe here as in your own house. And, company during a storm makes it more fun."
"I'm a little ripe from yard work, I need to get home, shower and change. I bet you feel the same way, Sammy."
I looked at David coyly trying to judge how he might react to showering here without a change of clothes. "You can shower here and wrap a giant beach towel around yourself. I would like to have a shower too. You can go first, I'll find a beach towel for you."
"Do you have two beach towels, Sammy? I don't want to be the only one commando in this storm." I felt a color flush again and that familiar warmth in my core.
If that was a sexual innuendo, I accepted it with a simple answer, "Toga, toga."
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David disappeared into the bathroom to shower and I went to my bedroom to ready a few things for my shower. I scanned my bed finding it neatly made. My bedroom was clean, no dirty clothes around, and a couple candles for mood, if the mood strikes.
I stripped from my smelly clothes throwing them in the hamper. I tugged at my bra straps to release my breasts. I am not big in the boobs, 34B, but they are firm and my nipples stiffened almost immediately, from the cool air or my lusty thoughts.
My panty clung to me, I could see the puffy folds of my pussy lips forming a camel toe. The material stretched tightly across my butt. I have firm shapely butt cheeks and a hip size of 35. My waist is just 23. I heard the shower running in the hall bathroom and I ducked myself under the shower in my master bath. Rather than a beach towel, I wrapped myself in a silk bathrobe that fell to just about knee length.
David finished his shower and was in the kitchen again as I entered in my silk robe. He was in mid swallow of his beer when he saw me coming. All his movements stopped instantly as he gazed at me.
Feeling more empowered by his appreciative stare, I gave a twirl that billowed the hem of the robe and, if he was looking, which he was, he would have to notice my nakedness underneath. Even though I was throughly dry from my shower, I was moist.
"David, I hope you don't mind that I wore a robe not a towel." I knew he didn't mind as his eyes roamed my body overtly and very much so intentionally. He crossed his legs and dropped an arm over his lap.
