This is my first submission. Feedback is most welcome. It is a simple erotic encounter, so should you be looking for depth, go elsewhere.
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Everyone has their fetishes right?
Mine's not that weird really; not compared to what I see on the internet... I don't think so anyway.
There's just something about storms that get to me. Everything from that wind whipping through the trees to the deafening crash of thunder gets me charged up. It makes my whole body hungry. It awakens a beast sleeping within me.
I'd never thought consciously about it really. It was just a feeling, an energy that the anticipation of the next crash of thunder inspired in me. I loved it, and the promise of a nasty storm was almost always exciting for me. I never considered that it was anything odd at all until I started dating Veronica.
You see Veronica is everything that I'm not. She's tall, strong, confident, and cool. She's a brilliant woman and I adore her to bits. She has curves to die for and has a nasty habit of wearing form fitting suits that accentuate her beautiful body in ways that make my knees go weak. A passing gaze from her fierce brown eyes and I'd do damn near anything for that woman.
I, on the other hand, have been told that I'm spritely. I was going to be a cheerleader in college but it turned out that the other girls on the squad only kissed each other to pick up guys and weren't too comfortable with the real thing.
There were other girls, though, that did have a taste for my perky little body. They were tough girls, strong girls, girls that would do with me as they pleased, and I loved that.
I love being told what to do in bed, to submit to the desires of my lovers. Not in some creepy way, mind you. I just like pleasing my woman the way they want to be pleased and I enjoy the adventure of letting a lover do as she will with my body. I have only ever been rewarded for the trust I've placed in the few women I've let into my bed.
That was very much the relationship I had with Veronica. She was in control of every aspect of her life and that included in the bedroom. She would guide my mouth and hands where she wanted them and I liked nothing better than to see her passionate approval as I knelt between her thighs and looked up into those fiery brown eyes of hers. She'd always repay my oral ministrations with intense stress testing of her seemingly endless supply of toys on me.
This is how we made love, until one unusual night where the forces of nature and serendipity worked in concert to uncover something hidden within both of us.
We had been seeing each other seriously for a few months by this point. We were passed the phase of silly dates and awkward uncertainty and had settled into comfortable routine. It was Thursday night, so I was at her flat making us dinner so we could eat and watch our shows together.
As I waited for the chicken to finish cooking, I caught a familiar smell on the breeze. That scent of distant rain carried on a gust of wind that warned of something bigger on its way. I stepped out onto the patio and off in the growing dusk I could see flickers of light in the clouds on the horizon. I smiled and caught myself licking my lips.
Moments later Veronica arrived and flowed through the room with businesslike grace, acknowledging my presence with a quick kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass before disappearing into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes.
As I served up dinner, the first soft echo of thunder rolled through, long and low. I found myself overcome with the image of jumping Veronica right then; following her into her room, hiking up her pinstriped skirt and going down on her right there.
I don't know how long that thought had me captivated, but it took her returning in a t-shirt and jeans to snap me back to reality.
"Are you with me hon?" Veronica asked with one eyebrow cocked.
I then realized that I was holding a ladle of sauce, poised to pour, over the salt and pepper shakers. I shook my head and finished serving up.
"Sorry. My head's a million miles away. Do you think there will be a storm tonight?"
"I hope not." She said with an apprehension that I couldn't interpret at the time.
The wind outside steadily grew as we ate and watched crimes get solved on the tube. We snuggled together, as we always did, but somehow we were holding each other more tightly than usual.
Slow rumbles would occasionally crest loudly enough to overcome the wind and the television. With each wave of thunder, a tension in my tummy would grow and I'd bury myself a little bit deeper into Veronica and she'd react in kind. By the end of our first program, we were hopelessly entangled in each other. I was having trouble concentrating as there grew in me a need to have something on my lips and tongue. Veronica, though, seemed less inclined to fondle. Her tightening hold on me seemed more like the grip of a child clinging to a teddy bear for comfort.
When the rains finally started to spatter down, Veronica rushed to the windows to close them. As she pulled the balcony door shut, the first heavy roll of thunder crashed over the building. I was overwhelmed with the desire to push her up against the rain spattered glass door; to rip off those hip hugging jeans and go down on her from behind.
I was moments from acting on my desires when she turned back to me. Her poise was gone. The cool confidence had vanished and those fierce eyes seemed... mousey.
As she hurried back to the sofa, a brilliant flash filled the apartment. My heart pounded, anticipating the inevitable thunder that was to follow. Veronica froze mid-stride, her eyes searching for some kind of escape.
For a brief moment, our eyes locked. I saw in her something I'd never imagined: fear. She was terrified of the storm. Her gaze begged me to save her from the oncoming cacophony.
