"Thunder storms were a life time terror for me. As a child I saw a lightening bolt strike a large oak tree outside my window, sending it crashing to the ground in spite of it's massive girth. I felt fragile and small at that instant in time, never able to regain my confidence through the violent storms of summer. As I drove to Jenny's house to help her wallpaper her bathroom, I noticed the gathering of dark clouds on the horizon. I said a silent prayer that the storm would roll over us, before it fell to the ground in madness.
Jenny clad in shorts and a T-shirt that read "I speed up and drive over spineless men," greeted me at the door. "Hurry in, Sugar," she dripped honey with her Texas accent. "It is gonna storm any second." She was right as a booming roll of thunder sounded. I started to shake. I looked out the window to see if any trees were around. "What's the matter, Sugar? Are you scared?" She asked in a motherly tone. I was more than that- I was petrified. "Sorry, but thunder and lightening scare me," I said.
She smiled, flinging her re hair over her shoulder. "Nothing to be afraid of, Sugar. It is just God's way of showing off. Think of something pleasant. That's what my grandmother used to tell us children." I half expected her to pat my hand in comfort. But she didn't. Instead she suggested we wait on the wallpapering and sit on the couch to enjoy a glass of wine. I wondered if God would mind, as his floorshow was starting and I wasn't too sure that Jenny had her liquor license.
With each crashing sound of thunder, my hand that was holding the wine shook. I was near tears, as this was the worse storm that I had seen in years. The power flickered off as the rain beat the house in machine gun rapid fire. Jenny glanced at me, "Sugar, we need to do something to take your mind off the storm." With that comment, she took my wineglass and placed it on the floor. In my terrified state, I failed to notice that she had unbuttoned my blouse until her fingers were rubbing my nipples through the flimsy fabric of my bra. "Whatβ¦what are you doing?" I stammered. "I am taking your mind off that terrible storm, sugar," she said, while she unhooked my bra, freeing my creamy white breast.
I wanted in shock amazement, as she licked the very tip of my nipple, then pausing to blow on it. I felt the shiver go through my nipple, causing it to become torrid and taut to stand at attention. A shiver of pleasure ran through my breast, down my stomach and hit my clit-dead center. I became instantly wet. Jenny started to nurse on my nipple, making cooing sounds in her throat. She paused for a moment, looking up at me, "Sugar, too bad you don't have milk in there. I am thirsty. What else can I drink I wonder?" With that comment, she unzipped my shorts. Kissing down my soft tummy, she whispered things like, "My Honey, you do have soft smooth skin."