It was late, close to midnight. Today had been one of those hot, muggy days where the air was heavy and seemed to press against you. Just walking out to retrieve the mail felt like the air was on fire. You could see the heat rising off the asphalt on the streets, so hot that the world had come to a complete stop. The only sound was the constant songs of cicadas looking for a mate. Kinda day that made you hide inside and hope the summer would burn itself out.
Now, in the darkness of night, the air was still. No breeze, no movement. Still, thick, and heavy, but it had cooled just enough to welcome us to venture out. We set out for a short walk to a small park near the house. Within a few blocks from the house, our clothes stuck to our bodies from our sweat and humidity of the night air.
In the park, we found our favorite bench along the path, nestled in a small grove of trees. The night was pitch black, sky full of shimmering stars but no moon. The night was quiet, like a heavy blanket had been draped over the world. Only the cicadas continued their constant songs of want and desire, hoping to draw a mate closer to them.
Thankfully, my mate was already there, in my arms, reaching up, on her tiptoes, softly pressing her sweet lips against mine. Our clothes clung to our sweaty bodies. She sat down on the park bench and undid my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles, freeing my already firm, swollen staff waiting for her touch. She pulled me closer and wrapped her mouth around me, gently suckling and stroking my shaft with her hand.
My head leaned back as I lost myself in the pleasure of her attention as she continued to eagerly devour me. I jumped and grabbed her as I heard what sounded like the crack of a twig. I glanced around, luckily we were still alone. She stood up as I relaxed, pulling my T-shirt up. As I took off my shirt, I noticed she had done the same. She pressed her sweating, half-naked body against mine as she reached up for another long, deep, passionate kiss.
She pushed her shorts down as she turned around and leaned over the bench, pushing her bottom out toward me. As we both stood there in the dark of the night, alone in the park, I reached out and held her hips as I pushed between her legs. She reached down and helped guide me into her warm, wet folds. She softly moaned as I sank deeper into her.
A distant rumble of thunder rolled through the still night air as I started to rock slowly back and forth, gliding myself in her. She continued her soft, alluring purring as her passion grew. Holding a firm grip on her hips, I stroked faster and harder into her, driving deeper with each thrust. Another rumble of thunder, closer now, louder. We ignored it, lost in our lust and craving the ecstasy that was building.
A slight breeze blew across our skin, raising goosebumps. The teasing, sweet smell of summer rain filled the air as another rumble of thunder shook the air. I continued my assault on her sweet, warm valley as her moans got louder and more frequent. I groaned as I felt her body tense while the first orgasm raced through her.
The first drops of rain landed on our backs and ran across our skin. The coolness of the rain added to the excitement and pleasure of our sex. She pushed back against my hips, matching my thrust, as the thunder rolled through the air, louder, closer. This time, we could feel the air shake around us as if it wanted to join in our passion.
A flash lit up the sky, followed a few seconds later by another roar of thunder. It was close, it added to our fever as I pounded harder. She cried out as another wave surged through her again.
Then, as if the world decided it wanted to be part of our climax, there was a crack and bright flash of light, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the ground. It was so close you could smell the burnt ozone in the air and our hairs stood up on our bodies from the static clustering around us. Then the sky released a flood of cool, soaking downpour on us as we both came. I held her tight against me as I released my passion into her.
The once quiet night was now loud and roaring as nature’s own orgasm flooded over us. Once ours had passed, we grabbed our rain soaked wet clothes off the ground. Laughing, wet clothes in one hand and holding hands with the other, we raced home, running naked through the downpour. It rained so hard, it was as if the storm was hiding us from the world til we got home.
We burst through the door once we got back home, slamming it closed behind us and leaning against it. Dripping wet, a puddle growing at our feet, we dropped our wet clothes and held each other in a tight, passionate embrace as the storm once again lit the night alive with a bright flash of lightning and shook the house with a tremendous roar of thunder.
I picked her up and carried her through the house toward the bedroom. Rain was dripping off of us as I carried her to our bed. I placed her wet, beautiful, naked body on our bed and joined her for another round of passion as the storm raced off as quickly as it had joined us.
