Afternoon Thunderstorm

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He was out bike riding in City Park. It’s a large park with big beautiful magnolia trees all through it; many bike paths, and lots of shrubbery, trees, and plantings. With all the geese and ducks, squirrels and other animals that populate the park, it’s the closest thing to getting away from it all that he could find around the hustle and bustle of New Orleans. Wearing spandex biking suit, he huffed and puffed his way through the park. Although the weather report had called for no rain, the clouds began to build as he got half way through his ride. Soon the clouds opened up and a torrential rain began to fall, he pedaled faster as he knew the Pavilion of Two Sisters was just up ahead. The park was empty and still as she walked along the trail beside the lake. The heat made ripples over the ground as though the water had breached its banks and was spreading its glistening tendrils across the landscape. There was no breeze to rustle through the grass and trees; no sounds met her ears but the quiet lapping of the lake at its shores. The air was close and humid, so thick you almost imagine yourself wading through an ocean of cotton wool. She was glad of the light material of her white tank top and short red skirt and relieved she had not worn her jeans and a jacket. The heat prickled her skin but the sun was surrounded by heavy grey clouds and she knew it was only a matter of time. As she was making her way across a vast open patch of field, the first cool drops of rain splashed down onto her shoulders and she breathed a sigh of relief. Still walking, she took black elastic from her wrist and pulled her thick red hair back into a ponytail, feeling the light rain and cooling air on the back of her neck. A large drop fell onto her neck and trickled down the middle of her back, causing her to shiver and bringing her out in goose bumps. A flash of blinding blue lightning clapped through etimesgut escort the sky and was followed momentarily by the deep rumble of thunder signifying the storm is very close. Within moments, the gentle rain became a solid downpour, pounding into the lake with a deafening roar. She began to jog across the field, heading toward a group of trees just a few hundred feet ahead. The thunder and lightning struck again, the deep sound making the ground tremble beneath her running feet and drowning out the sounds of the rain. She reached the cover of the trees and slowed to a walk, catching her breath as she stepped in among them. Her top was now soaked to her skin and the blue lace of her bra was clearly visible. Her skirt hung wetly on her hips, clinging heavily to her curves. She wiped the rain from her hair and face and stepped closer to the trunk of the tree. The lashing rain still managed to invade the sanctuary of the trees but it was not half as bad as being out in the open. Twisting her ponytail between her fingers to wring out some of the water, she decided to wait the storm out under the trees before making her way back to the car. The rain was so heavy she could barely see ten feet out of the trees and she didn’t know the area well enough to go anywhere with such poor visibility. A bright flash of lighting created enough visibility that she saw the man and the pavilion just as he arrived on his bicycle. She made a mad dash for the pavilion seeking it shelter from the lighting and pouring rain.It was odd to have this stranger appear; she had been feeling like the last person left in a world drowned out by the raging storm. Now as the lightning flashed and the thunder clamored, she drank in the sight of this sexy stranger sharing her shelter. He caught sight of her and surprise registered on his face. Clearly, he had not seen her as he’d eryaman escort headed for the pavilion.She smiled and he flashed a shy smile back, wiping the rain from his eyes. She looked out at the rain as the thunder rumbled out again but she could feel his eyes all over her. She imagined how she must look to him, with her clothes transparent and plastered to her curves, her underwear visible through the thin material, the rain still glistening on her pale skin. She turned back to him and they watched one another for a few moments, neither wanting to speak, listening to the grumbling threats or the storm above their heads. He offered her another shy smile and wiped away a drop of rain as it trickled down his cheek like a tear. This small gesture seemed to her so innocent and gentle that she suddenly felt brave and totally at ease. The sensual power of the storm and her intense attraction to him made her brash and impulsive and before she could talk herself out of it, she moved close to him, put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips met hers. She kissed him deeply while the storm waged a war on the landscape around them. At first, he was tense; shocked at her directness but soon he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. She broke the kiss and took a small step away from him, smiling but still without a word.She reached down and peeled her soaking top away from her skin, tugging it up over her head and tossing it onto the grass beside her. Her deliberate movements wrung some of the rain from her top and rivulets of water trickled down over the large round globes of her breasts. He looked as though all his Christmases had come at once, standing stock still before her as she stepped close to him again. He opened his mouth to speak but she pressed herself against him and kissed him hard. She could feel sincan escort him stiffening in his shorts and he tried to surreptitiously tug at them in his mounting discomfort. She kissed him slowly and teasingly, dropping her hands to his waist. With quick, deft movements she had his shorts pushed down over his hips and without missing a beat she followed, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t move and still neither of them said a word. He was big but not massive and she looked up at him with an appreciative smile as she placed her soft hand around his shaft. He inhaled, a sharp intake of breath, as she leant forward and wrapped her full moist lips around the head of his cock, sliding her hand up to meet her lips and her tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh. She slowly moved her lips down his length, her warm mouth an exhilarating contrast to the cool air gusting around them. She made a few short bobs of her head, taking a little more of him each time and swirling her tongue round the head each time she lifted up. She looked up at him with smiling eyes, amused by the mixed look of desire and fascination on his face, relaxing and controlling her breath she leans right forward allowing his entire length to slide down to the back of her throat. She held herself still with his cock buried down her throat, breathing slowly through her nose and listening to his moans, barely audible over the storm. After a few moments, she began bobbing up and down again, each time sliding his full length to the back of her throat and swallowing gently using her mouth and tongue to massage his prick. He placed a hand on the back of her head and she let him control the pace, reaching a hand up to massage and tickle his balls as he fucked her inviting mouth. His pace quickened and she looked up at him again through long, dark lashes, sucking gently as he gazed down into her eyes. She felt him get bigger in her mouth and he slowed looking at her questioningly. She pulled his hands behind his back and held them there in hr free hand taking control once again, sucking him down her throat and drawing back quickly, over and again, faster and faster.

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