It was the worst thunderstorm I had ever seen. Still, I have to admit, it was a hell of a sight. The neighborhood was in chaos. The only sounds that could be heard were the incessant pounding rain and the sirens which were only audible between the almost constant cracks of thunder.
Matt and I sat on the covered porch of the house we were renting and watched it all go down. We had been friends since high school and now attended the same college just down the street. We currently resided in what could be best described as a party house. Unfortunately, the power had gone out a few hours ago, so we now found ourselves trying to drink all the beer in the fridge before it got warm. With just the two of us, we were definitely up for a challenge.
Matt went inside to get another when I saw two completely drenched girls across the street that were headed in our direction. It wasn't until they got closer that I realized that it was Stephanie and Amber. Friends of friends, as it were. They had been to a few of our parties, but they were little more than familiar faces. Beautiful faces on incredibly hot bodies. Either one of them could have been a model, or at the very least, a stripper. Stephanie was the tall brunette, and Amber was the medium-sized blonde.
When they approached the porch, I couldn't help but notice that Stephanie was wearing a very wet, very white t-shirt without a bra. When lightning illuminated the sky, I got a nice look at what I would call a pair of absolutely perfect tits. Then Amber broke my trance.
"A tree just fell on our house," she said through a shivering jaw. "We didn't know what to do."
"Jesus. Come on in," I said as I opened the door for them. "We lost power a few hours ago."
"The whole neighborhood's out." Stephanie piped in.
Matt came out of the kitchen, obviously a bit surprised to see these two beautiful women standing in our living room. Ravaged by the rain and wind, they each had a very animalistic presence about them. I'm guessing Matt saw it too. "Uh, hi," was the best he could muster.
It looked like I was to be the hospitable host. "I can go get you some dry clothes, if you want. You must be freezing." This time I noticed Amber's nipples which were so hard that they were actually poking through her bra.
"That would be awesome," she said.
I grabbed a flashlight and they followed me upstairs to my bedroom, where I opened my dresser drawer to retrieve a few articles of clothing for the lovely damsels in distress.
"Is it ok if I take a shower first?" Amber asked. Gentleman that I am, I suggested a bath instead, as I could get her some candles to see by and she could warm herself up a bit more thoroughly in a tub of hot water. As I was talking to her, I noticed that Stephanie was already peeling off her wet shirt.
"Where should I put this?" she asked, t-shirt in hand. I stood in awe at her perfect breasts and her casual nature.
"I can take that." This time I caught her smiling as she noticed me checking her out.
"Well, I guess I'm going to go jump in the bath then," Amber said as she left the room.
As soon as she was gone, Stephanie slid her wet jeans to the floor and stood before me in only a pair of black lace panties. "Are those wet, too?" I asked. The sexual innuendo was completely unintentional, or at the very least, subconscious.
"Not yet." And there was that smile again.
She grabbed a pair of my boxers out of the drawer and a hooded sweatshirt that zipped up the front. Somehow knowing how quickly she could be naked if she wanted to was just as hot. .
Stephanie followed me back downstairs, then out to the porch to join Matt while I looked around for some candles. When I found some, I went back up to the bathroom, where the door was already closed. I knocked but there was no response. I could hear running water inside and I knocked again.
"Amber, it's me. I brought you some candles." Again there was no answer. "Is everything alright in there?" I hesitated for a moment, then slowly entered. The room was only lit by the occasional burst of lightning, but what I saw had me rock hard in seconds.
She lay in the tub with her legs suspended upward. Her pussy was directly beneath the faucet. Her eyes were closed, and in the shadows, I could see that she was in an absolute state of pleasure. I stood there for a few moments and watched, then quietly retreated to the door where I shut it all but a crack behind me and knocked once again. This time much harder.
"Yeah?" she said. I could hear the trepidation in her voice. I felt bad for taking her out of what sounded like being very close to orgasm.
"I brought you some candles."
"Oh. You can come in." She slid back in the tub, but made no attempt to cover herself as I set the candles down beside the tub, then lit each one and handed them to her one by one.
"I can't even tell you how much I needed this. It's been a pretty crazy night. Thank you." Her blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
As she set the candles behind her, I looked down at her exposed pussy and wondered just how crazy things were going to get. "You can sit in here with me, if you want."
"What?"
She giggled at my response. "You should get in the tub with me." I thought about it for a moment, or at least pretended to think about it, but not another word was spoken in the ten seconds it took me to get naked. My erect cock dangled in the darkened air. She slid back in the tub, never taking her eyes off my penis as I stepped into the water. The next thing I knew, her mouth was wrapped around me as I stood up to my knees in hot bathwater. As my eyes rolled back in my head, I failed to notice that I had left the door open a crack, as Matt walked into use the bathroom just a few minutes later.
"Oh, shit," was about all he could say.
She slid my dick out of her mouth and responded. "Did you need to use the bathroom?"
"Uh, yeah. But, I mean..."
"Go ahead. I love watching a man piss."
"I don't think that's a possibility right now."
