It started to rain as Travis trotted through the back door and into the kitchen. He was very sweaty and a little tired. Sweat trickled down from his short, mixed-gray hair over his forehead. His gray t-shirt had large, dark areas where he'd sweated through it on his run. As he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, he checked the timer on his sports watch. His brown eyes widened a little in surprise as he read the results. This was his best 15-mile run so far this month – faster and stronger performance this morning. He gave a little nod and "hmph" of satisfaction as he walked across the kitchen to the refrigerator.
Travis opened the refrigerator and took out a small bottle of cranberry-apple juice. Its cold, sweet yet tart taste was welcome refreshment. After several swallows, he finished it and tossed the empty bottle in the trash. Although he was hungry now, he would take a quick shower and have some yogurt and fruit afterwards. He wanted to get out of his damp clothes before he ate his post-run meal.
"Linda!" he called out while he walked through the kitchen. She did not answer. "Oh well," he thought, he'd find her after he'd showered and changed.
He hummed a few bars of a favorite blues tune as he went down the hall to the master bedroom. It started to rain harder. A rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. "Good thing I finished my run before it started raining. Maybe I can take a nap this afternoon until it stops – get Linda to join me," he murmured to himself.
He walked into the bedroom and stopped by the bed. With his back toward the walk-in closet, he bent over and removed his running shoes. The thought of a nap with his wife brought a little smile to his face. It was a treat to hold her in his arms and snooze away a lazy weekend afternoon – something that they hadn't been able to enjoy lately. Preparation for the triathlon in September had been taking up a lot of his free time over the past weeks. Today's weather just might provide the perfect opportunity.
The storm moved in quickly. Rain poured from the sky in sheets and pounded on the roof. Loud claps of thunder reverberated in the room. Lightning crackled, and made the room momentarily brighter every time it raced across the sky in long, jagged streaks. "Hope the lights stay on this time," Travis muttered softly to himself.
As he started toward the bathroom, Travis heard a door closing behind him. When he turned around, he saw Linda in front of the closet door.
"There you are," Travis said. "What were you doing in there?"
"Putting away my winter clothes. How was your run – how'd you do?"
"Faster than last week. Even better, I'm not worn out this time."
"That's good. You'll be ready for the triathlon before you know it."
"Yeah – that's the plan."
"Did you get caught in the rain? Your t-shirt's wet."
"No – you know how much I sweat when I run. Probably wouldn't have been any wetter if I had gotten caught in the rain. I'm going to get cleaned up, get out of these wet clothes."
Travis turned away from Linda and walked over to the bed. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. While he held the shirt in one hand, he pulled his navy running shorts down and kicked them off. The t-shirt was dropped on top of the shorts on the floor.
As he took a few deep breaths, he reached his hands up toward the ceiling and stretched. His hands traced an arc as they moved out and down to his sides. The muscles in his arms and back rippled. The air felt nice and cool on his naked, sweaty body. His legs and lower back were a little sore and tight; a nice hot shower would help ease the discomfort.
He did not realize that Linda was watching him, nor what lustful thoughts were playing in her mind. Her green eyes narrowed slightly as they ran up and down her husband's muscular nude body, and her blood rushed through her body as she admired him.
After a flash of lightning, thunder reverberated loudly in the bedroom. The air in the room became charged with the energy from the building rainstorm. Thunderstorms always made Linda more amorous than usual. Today's storm and the electricity in the air, combined with watching Travis undress and the smell of his sweat, sent a hot, raging flame of instant desire through her.
Linda wanted Travis, hungered for him, this very moment. Her cheeks were flushed; her breasts and nipples tingled; her clit began to twitch; and her labia to swell as her pussy became warmer. Unconsciously, she moved her feet a little farther apart to allow a little air to flow between her thighs and attempt to cool the heat that was building there.
One of her hands traveled up the middle of her torso, and stroked the curve of one of her breasts on its way to the base of her throat. It stopped there, fingertips resting on the pulse that twitched there.
Frankly, she wanted to fuck him, hard and fast; wanted to have his rock-hard, long, fat cock inside her, thrusting deep and hard while his hands ran all over her body. She wanted, no, needed to have a simultaneous, intense, soul-shattering orgasm with him, one that would leave them in a sweaty, drained heap in a tangle of sheets on the bed. Her thighs trembled just a bit in anticipation.
In that instant, she decided -- she was going to have him, right now, post-run sweat be damned. Linda quickly removed her tank top and lounge pants and dropped them next to the closet door. As she quietly walked up behind him, she took the clip from her long black hair. It came down in shoulder-length waves that accented her smooth tanned skin.
