The event was interminable. They had glad handed their way through, smiling and chatting, but now it was time to make an unseen exit. An exchange of looks and a barely perceptible nod, and they were heading down the stairs to the car. He loosened the tie which had seemingly been depriving him of oxygen for an hour, and reached over to put a hand on her thigh, "Let's get out of here, I've been wanting you for the last hour."
As she drove, he gazed at the nape of her neck, wanting to put his lips on it, knowing that there was, in her case, a direct neural link from there to her pussy. His mind wandered to the sound she would make, and how instantly pliable her entire body would become. He was jolted back to reality by a bolt of lightning flashing across the sky as they left the parking garage.
A drop at a time, and then a few drops at a time, the rain pelted the car. Soon, they were driving through a monsoon. She concentrated on the road; he concentrated on her
Arriving at her home, they discover that the power is out, and the garage door won't go up. They circle back around the driveway, and park in front of the door. She relaxes as she turns off the car, and looks over at him. He is gazing at her with a look that seemed midway between adoration and lust. She reaches for her door handle, but he is already leaning over and kissing that spot on her neck.
Another clap of thunder sounds, illuminating her nipples stiffening under her blouse. He had watched her dress that evening, noticing the dichotomy between her all-business exterior, and the silk and lace concealed within. Now his hands were drawn to that silk and lace, and more importantly, to the supple flesh they contained. He reached up and cupped her breast, his fingers slowly drawing together around the nipple which had sprung to full attention.
Her reaction is instantaneous. She lets out a low-pitched moan, and unbuttons the blouse that her ample breasts have been straining at all night. One button, then two. She reaches for his head, but it is already bending toward the nipple straining at the walls of its silken prison. When his lips meet her flesh, a flash of lightning provides a silent accompaniment. The delay between flash and thunder perfectly aligned with the delay between contact and moan.
The hand which had been cupping her breast now slid up to the nape of her neck, where his fingers became entangled with her blonde tresses. He had been thinking about how good it would feel to touch her hair as they drove. It was, and he held a ball of it tightly while he eased her head back and her lips to his. Their kiss is framed by yet another arc of white light, which, given the intensity of their meeting, they could be excused for believing that they had created.
He feels the stirring in his loins that precedes the intense hardening, and knows that he must have her. All the images of the evening, watching her walk, the sway of her hips, the sparkle in her eyes all flashed through his mind as he kissed her long and deep before guiding her hand to the expanding bulge between his legs. She gasps with surprise and pleasure at what she feels, and the knowledge that desire for her is what has made him so hard so fast.