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From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> "G is for Gazebo" {Pendragon} (MF rom cons)
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 00:10:04 -0400
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    This material is Copyright, 2001, Uther Pendragon.  
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them to me at anon584c@nyx.net.  

    All persons here depicted, except public figures 
depicted as public figures in the background, are 
figments of my imagination and any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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                        G is for Gazebo


She liked his parents.  His sister and brother teased 
him that she was "the only thing he'd ever got right."  
Still, this visit to his family was wearing.

The gazebo at the end of his parents' overgrown garden 
had become her refuge.  She lay on the wicker couch 
there after dinner.  She read one of his mother's 
Agatha Christies and dropped it as the light faded.

The next thing she knew, it was full dark and she was 
covered with a coat.  "I'm here," he said.  "Did the 
lightning wake you?"  There was a flash of lightning in 
the distance, followed by its thunder.

"Thunderstorm!" she said.  These always turned her on.

"We could make it back to the house before the rain 
starts.  You could watch the storm from our room."

"Are they likely to come looking for us?"  She'd like 
to stay here with him, but not with others.

"No," he said.  "They were getting ready for bed.  I 
said that I would take care of you."

"Let's stay," she said.  When she stood up to see the 
approaching storm more clearly, he stood behind her.  
He undid the buttons down the back of her dress, 
keeping his touch light.  Then he scratched her back on 
either side of her spine.  She gasped when a bolt 
struck near them.  He pulled her back against him and 
held her breasts through dress and bra.  She couldn't 
tell whether her nipples hardened in response to him 
or to the lightning.

The approaching rain looked like a wall.  She could see 
it move across the yard, hear it hit the roof in front 
of them before it hit the roof in back.  They were in 
the midst of the storm, with rain blowing in from one 
side or the other depending on the gusts.

He unsnapped her bra, slipping his hands around to 
support her breasts when the bra didn't.  He played 
with her nipples.  As thunder rolled directly overhead 
like an express train, he slid the dress off her arms 
and over her hips.  She was dressed only in panties and 
sandals when the next lightning flash illuminated them, 
but the rain hid her.

He kissed her ears as he held her breasts again.  He 
rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, lightly 
kissed her neck, sucked hard on an earlobe.  The air 
was chill on her where his skin wasn't warm.  She 
shivered from one of these sensations, maybe from both.

She wanted him to shelter her from the occasional drops 
driven by the strongest gusts, but she also wanted to 
run into the rain, be one with the storm.  When he 
eased her panties down, she sat abruptly on the couch.  
She felt the wicker press into her ass, felt it tickle 
her pussy lips.

Then he pushed her back, kneeling so he didn't block 
her vision of the storm.  He moved her legs onto his 
naked shoulders and licked her dripping pussy.  She 
couldn't tell the storm surrounding her from the storm 
within.  The gazebo lit up from a lightning strike; his 
kiss sucked on her clitoris before the thunder reached 
them.  His hands were again on her breasts, teasing her 
nipples.  

His tongue was loving her center.  Wind was dusting 
them with raindrops.  Thunder was rolling overhead.  
Lightning struck again.  His kiss struck.  Her climax 
struck.

For what seemed like an hour, the storm was all within 
her.  Then her feet were back on the ground.  She was 
held in his encircling arms.  The sounds of the thunder 
was less, and seemed to be behind them.

She stood and leaned on the back of the couch to see it 
recede.  He stood behind her, wearing only his slacks.  
His arms hugged her, his hands held her breasts, his 
fingers teased her nipples.  These had hardened again.  
Without taking her eyes from the storm, she reached 
back to tug at his belt.  He moved back, but returned a 
minute later with his trousers and shorts out of the 
way.  He guided her hand to his stiffening cock.

After a minute playing with it, she leaned further 
forward and reached between her legs.  He eased his rod 
into her slit as slowly as possible.  Half way through 
this tantalizing delay, there was a belated flash of 
lightning just a block or two away.  His reaction drove 
him all the way into her.

"Oh honey," he said.  He gripped her hipbones to pull 
her against him.  She braced against the couch to meet 
his thrusts.  His cock pummeled in and out of her 
pussy, his agitation rising as the storm's receded.

Then his orgasm triggered hers.  They stood pressed 
together for another instant as he shot his cum into 
her.  Then she collapsed onto the couch as he sank to 
the floor.  He reached one hand up to grip her hip.  
She put her hand on his.

"We're messes," she said a little later.  "And I'm 
cold."

"I brought raincoats for both of us," he said.  "Give 
me a minute to find them.  Did you enjoy your storm?"

"All of them."

                            The End

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