Leanna

Nick Cassandra

(Copyright Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk May 1999)

A clap of thunder alerted me to the fact that the sky had gone dark, that there was a woman standing by my car and that the universe did not consist of the bolt I was struggling to loosen from my engine block. I straightened up, wiped my hands on a rag, and looked to see who the woman was.

It was Lee.

Oh........shit!

Since writing that article I had been carefully avoiding her these last few days, but now, it seemed, the inevitable had happened. As if to emphasise my discomfort the first heavy drop of rain landed wetly right in the crown of my head.

She was smiling at me - the smile of a snake.

"Er, hi!" I said, "What a nice surprise!"

She said nothing.

"Look, Lee..." I thought I'd cut to the chase, but she got there first.

"I have one thing to say!" she interrupted.

"BASTARD!!"

Of course she had several things to say.

"How could you DO that! I mean..."

"Look, perhaps we'd better discuss this inside." My turn to interrupt. Besides I needed time to think..

Raindrops began to splatter all around, now. I felt their chill on my shoulders, saw them binding the thirsty dust on my driveway.

She gave me a look of incredulous horror "You must be joking! You are just the most....despicable......"

She finished her sentence with a strange growl and had punctuated it with a stinging unexpected slap before I had a chance to even consider the significance of her reaction. I staggered backwards and she advanced on me to deliver yet another vicious cross.

By now, the rain was falling hard but the only indication that she even noticed was the occasional blink as a droplet landed on her cheek or nose. Her hair became matted and now hung in dripping rats-tails. As for her dress..... well it had been a pretty flouncy yellow frock, but summer dresses are not designed to accommodate sudden rainstorms. Now soaking wet, it clung to her body with an intimacy that should have been embarrassing.

Her breasts, with their hardened dark points, jiggled as she swung her fist at me and despite the need to defend myself, I felt an irrelevant twitching in my crotch. I held up my arms to ward off the blows, which seemed to come almost as thickly as the rain.

I could not quite believe this was happening. I was shocked that whatever I had done, had lead Lee to resort to physical violence in this way, but that shock seemed compounded by the almost indecent exposure of her body that the heavens had conspired to produce. Whatever else she was, I had always thought of Lee as a decent and respectable woman.

Deciding that a proactive defence was probably safer, I made to seize her wrists. Lee was so angry with me, that any fighting skill she might have had was completely submerged, and I managed to do this with relative ease.

As she tried to twist free, my eye followed the line of her body as the soaked dress betrayed every curve and indentation. It seemed almost to have been sucked in between her thighs, and I could even make out a twist of dark hair where her brief panties failed to accommodate her bikini line. Normally, such distractions are dangerous, in this kind of confrontation, but this time it saved my ability to procreate, as I received notice of the knee rising to meet my "family jewels".

However, I still got a nasty bruise on my leg as I twisted aside, and in staggering under the impact, while trying to keep a grip on her wrists, I slipped and lost my balance. We fell sideways, into a flowerbed, crushing a carefully nurtured collection of Dragonlillies. I swore under my breath, but now her arms were once again free and the loss of my Dragonlillies and other flowers in that bed, quickly became a secondary consideration.

Now, she was on top of me, and her wet body slid against mine as her fists flailed. It's amazing how much of a woman's body it is ungentlemanly to touch in these situations. In pushing her away I found my hand presssed against her breast, and in raising my knee to brace my body against yet more floral destruction, I felt my thigh press suddenly against the unyielding junction of her legs.

This wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but she nevertheless took the move as a foul blow, and, screaming obscenities at me at me that I had never ever heard erupt from her lips before, she renewed her attack with a terrifying vigour.

A brief break in the story to make an authors note:
S to r y c o p y right belongs to N i c k at c a s s a n d r a dot d e m on dot c o dot u k as should be stated at the top. Sorry for the interruption. Please carry on reading.

Once again I managed to grab hold of her wrists, and using my weight, rolled her over to pin her arms above her head. She arched her back and thrashed her legs, her soggy dress riding well up her thighs. It was no good for me, and my hardness made itself painfully obvious to me at least! All I could do was dump my body on top of hers and feel her helpless writhing slowly subside, as she tired.

Breathing hard, all she could do now was glare up at me with eyes smouldering their hatred.

Staring down at her, her slippery body heaving under mine, I knew that I was going to commit adultery. I could feel my erection pressing against her pubic bone, and it didn't require a huge leap of the imagination to realise she could feel it too, although she gave no indication that she had noticed.

Or did she?

Was that look in her eyes hatred or was it.....something else?

She suddenly pursed her lips and jerked her body in a half-hearted attempt to throw me off. So half-hearted in fact, that it could only be read as a signal.

I dropped my face on hers and kissed her hard, her tongue immediately darting into my mouth.

Her body now undulated gently under mine, as I reached down to caress her cold quivering thighs. The mud made them silky smooth, as I ran my hand up towards her soaking crotch, which seemed to be the warmest part of her.

She groaned softly, eyes closed now, as my fingers weaved their ways past her panties into the smooth folds of her flesh. Her delicate fingers fiddled with the catch on my shorts and reached their way in to manipulate my manhood, and guide it down between her legs. Wrapping her legs around my back, she forced me against herself, while I struggled to prevent the remnants of her clothing from behaving like a condom.

I was dimly aware of six legs scurrying past through the puddles, visible under the garden fence - two had shoes on the end of them, the other four had paws. God, what a sight we must have made - two mud-caked bodies writhing in the mud! The dog, stared hard at us, but I couldn't see it's owners face, thank heavens!

Finally I was there, and with a scream that was all but drowned by the thundering rain, she jerked her hips upward to take my full length.

Afterwards, the rain ceased suddenly, almost as if it had done its job. The sun returned and its hot rays beat down on our steaming bodies, drying and caking the mud.

"Never, never do that again!" she whispered.

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant.

"I won't!" I said, placing a broken Dragonlilly absently on her breast.