Summer Rain
Walking down the street with a bounce in her step, smiling flirtatiously at any good looking man or woman who gave her a second glance, Fiona didn’t realize that gray clouds had started to gather rapidly. A change in direction of the mild summer breeze came at about the same time the clouds decided to release all the rain that had accumulated within them.
Laughing as she looked for cover, her hair plastered to her face, her clothes soaked Fiona noticed she was next to a construction site so ducking in through the gate she made her way over to the empty shell of a building, hoping that she was not going to trip over anything as it got progressively darker till it was looking almost like night time.
Standing in the entryway of the building, water dripping off her body leaving a puddle around her feet, Fiona pulled her hair over her shoulder and twisting tightly managed to wring out a lot of moisture so it didn’t feel so heavy on her scalp. Cracks of thunder reverberated throughout the structure leaving her ears ringing. Fiona enjoyed watching the storm and each time there was a flash of lightening she stood out amongst the darkness like an ethereal being.
Leaning back against one of the concrete pylons, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his low slung jeans, Brant watched her as she ran through the yard towards shelter. The way her skirt clung to her legs allowed him to take note of the fact that not only were they shapely but that they were also very long legs, the type he liked to feel wrapped around his waist or spread wide before him.
He was about to let her know that he was there when she started to wring her hair out oblivious to anything else except the storm. Through hooded eyes he noticed that under her short now see-through skirt that it looked like she wasn’t wearing any panties. Whistling softly under his breath he felt himself hardening at the thought.
Brant knew without a doubt that she thought she was on her own when she reached up and undid the tie that held her top up and taking hold of the hem of her top started to slide it sensuously up her sides till she had removed it. From his angle all he could see was the curve of her back and he wished she would turn to the side so he could see her breasts without any covering.
Fiona was enjoying the storm, it was matching the way she was feeling, wild, untamed, and explosive. Removing her dripping wet top, she stood there for a while enjoying the breeze caressing her naked breasts and stomach. She could not believe that she was standing here in a construction site half naked and loving every moment of it.
Stretching her arms up high above her head, a crack of thunder ripped through the sky, not prepared for the loudness of this one Fiona dropped her top to the ground. Unable to see where it was Fiona waited for the next flash of lightning to illuminate the sky, it didn’t take too long and as she bent down to pick up her shirt Fiona was startled to feel a pair of strong calloused hands move onto her waist, their warmth searing her skin.
“What the fuck”,
Fiona screamed at the top of her lungs struggling to break free.
Brant was happy when she stretched up like she did, the curve in her back made him want to trace it with his fingertips, he couldn’t believe how hard he was getting just by watching her. He felt like a young teenager again perving on the girls in the locker rooms.
Absentmindedly he began to stroke his hard shaft through the denim in his jeans and when the thunder roared and she jumped he got a brief glimpse of the silhouette of her breasts. He could imagine fondling them in his hands, kissing them all over...my God he hadn’t felt so horny about someone in such a long time.
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