The following contains adult and sexual themes, words, 
and actions.  If you are under 21, this is not meant 
for you.  Go away.  If you don't like that sort of 
thing, this is not meant for you.  Go away.

If you ARE over 21, and you DO like that sort of 
thing, read on.

If you like this, please feel free to email me.

WARNING.... I think I am getting sappy in my old age, 
'cause this is pretty cute and romantic.  Mostly.  
<smirk>  Also, I had small formatting problems.  I
wrote this on my new laptop, and I am still getting 
used to the program there.

And now, on with the story....


Stormy Weather by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F)


They walked slowly back from town.  Their campsite was 
about a mile, or maybe two, down the dusty road.  He 
was carrying a large wicker basket over his back, 
containing all of HER purchases, although as she 
pointed out, some of the fabric was for HIS clothing, 
so it was really full of THEIR purchases.  Their 
household had camped far away from others, preferring 
the privacy of the gently sloping meadows and shade 
trees to the steep hills near the lake or the flat 
dustiness of the more crowded areas.  It was a very 
warm summer day, with not a breeze moving the leaves 
on the trees.  Most of the day had been sunny, but 
they could see the clouds rolling in and both knew 
that a late afternoon thunderstorm was a possibility.  
They had discussed it, and decided to head back to 
camp to rest before the evening festivities of the 
event.

They chatted about who they had seen, and garb that 
they admired, and who was with who, and where there 
would be a party that evening.  He was glad that the 
real fighting hadn't begun yet, so that he could enjoy 
himself without the bruises and inevitable soreness 
that came after a long day of thrust and parry.  
Although, he reflected as he glanced at her curving 
figure, he had some most delectable thoughts of 
thrusting and parrying in a completely different 
manner.  "Make love, not war" was a wonderful slogan, 
he smirked to himself.

The sun disappeared, and a sudden wind shook the 
trees.

"We had better batten down the hatches, my sweet," he 
told her as they saw the flurry of activity in the 
campsites they passed.  "Maybe the rain will cool 
things off."

She smiled at him, hot in her long gown.  "I sure hope 
so, hon.  I am DYING!  I can't wait for a cool 
shower."

He arched one eyebrow at her.  "A shower, eh?  Think 
there will be enough water for two?" he asked her in a
suggestive tone.

Her laughter rang out, drawing glances from a few 
people they passed.  "Only if we share.  Only if we 
share!" 

They trudged into camp just as the first drops started 
to fall.  They were the huge raindrops that seem to 
fall only in the summertime.  The ones that seemed to 
cover whole inches at a time when they splattered on 
the ground.  They rapidly picked up their pace, and 
she yelled at him to put their purchases away before 
they got ruined.

"Hello?   Hello?  Anyone here?" he called out to see 
if the other members of the household were in camp.  
Silence met his hails, and he quickly dropped the 
shopping basket in their pavilion and joined her in 
darting from tent to tent, pulling down flaps and 
securing them against the wind that was gusting rather 
strongly.

All of a sudden, the heavens seemed to open up and a 
veritable downpour started.  She couldn't help the 
shriek that escaped her lips as she felt the rain 
penetrate her coarse linen gown.  It wasn't that she 
was cold, it was just the suddenness of the wet.

She looked over at him as she tied down the last of 
their pavilions and saw him standing there, his blond 
hair plastered to his head and his short tunic 
sticking to him like a second skin.  He walked slowly 
over to where she stood, and she laughed at him.

"What are YOU laughing at?" he asked her with mock 
anger, as he crossed his arms over his chest and 
surveyed her figure.

She just smiled beatifically at him.  He stopped about 
three feet away from her and enjoyed the view.  Her 
gown had molded itself delightfully to her figure, 
accentuating the magnificent breasts and abundant hips 
that he admired so much.  Her thick hair was longer 
than normal, since it was wet, and it hung down her 
back almost to her waist.  He felt a wondrous feeling 
of love swell inside him as he looked into her dancing 
brown eyes.

She just gazed back at him, knowing that this was a 
precious moment.  They were completely in tune.  Well, 
she corrected herself, they were completely SOAKED, 
actually.  She took the two steps that brought her 
directly in front of him and said softly, "I guess we 
are alone, huh?"

He smiled down at her.  "It does seem that way.  And I 
have this feeling no one is going to go walking 
through this downpour.  They will probably stay 
wherever they are right now."

Simultaneously they leaned together and kissed.  The 
soft sweet kiss of true love.  Their lips and tongues 
caressed each other's mouths and he moaned at almost 
exactly the same moment that a low purr came from her.

He pulled her against him tightly, so that he could 
feel the softness of her curves against the hardness 
of his body.  He wound his hands through her hair and 
tilted her head back so that he could lick and kiss 
her jawline back to her ear.  The rain continued to 
fall, although neither of them paid any attention, 
concentrating instead on the feelings generated by 
their touches.

He sucked gently at her throat, feeling her pulse 
racing.  He enjoyed feeling her squirming in his arms, 
and he tightened his grasp on her, immobilizing her 
body so that she couldn't wriggle away from him.  

She lost herself in the feelings he was generating in 
her body.  Every time they made love it seemed better, 
and the pleasure she felt seemed greater.  The rest of 
the world receded, and she reveled in the rain falling 
on the outside of their overheated bodies and the heat 
that was rising within.

He licked back up to her ear.  "I love you," he 
breathed softly, and he knew that he would never feel 
this way about any other woman again.  She was every 
bit his equal...intelligent, adventurous, sensitive, 
humorous, educated, and the passion that she aroused 
in him was overwhelming.

She smiled as she pulled slightly away from him and 
gazed into his grey-blue eyes.  "I do, you know.  I 
DO," he repeated.  She knew that he meant it.   She 
had doubted him before, but his actions had gradually 
convinced her that he did, for some amazing and 
unknown reason, love her.  Almost as much as she loved 
him.

"I know.  I know," she told him.  "I love you too," 
she whispered as she kissed his nose.

BOOM

The loud thunderclap made both of them jump, 
especially as they were in the middle of a soft and 
tender moment.

The heat of the summer's day had given rise to a flash 
thunderstorm on top of the downpour.  They both looked 
up and around and saw an occasional bolt of lightning 
that accompanied the booms of the storm.  Dusk was 
approaching very rapidly, due to the clouds, and she 
sighed and drew herself out of his arms.

He held her hand as they stood and watched, feeling 
safe enough with the trees and taller pavilions around 
them.  They were soaked through to the skin, so the 
rain was of no account, but the storm was wonderful to 
watch.

Suddenly she pulled her hand out of his.  She slapped 
him lightly against the back of his head and yelled 
"Tag!  You're IT!" and she darted away while her words 
sunk in.

He grinned and ran after her.  "I'm gonna get you!" he 
called after her, and heard her infectious laughter 
trail back towards him.

He had just about caught up to her and reached out to 
grab her when she suddenly turned and bolted around 
one of the household pavilions.  He slipped a bit in 
the wet grass but caught himself and turned after her, 
just catching sight of her wet dun-colored skirt as 
she slipped around another corner.

"You can run, but you cannot hide," he called.  He 
chased after her, laughing as he did so.  They were 
like two kids, playing in the rain.  

She jumped through a couple of puddles, figuring that 
there is only so wet you can get, after all, so why 
not enjoy it?!  She wondered where her was, as she 
glanced back and didn't see him anywhere.

She stepped around another corner, right into his 
arms.  "Gotcha!"  he gloated.  "Your turn.  IT!"  And 
he turned and took off.

She cried after him, "That's not fair!  I didn't see 
you coming.  C'mon."  But she was smiling as she 
complained.  They wove in and out of the tents in the 
campsite, and chased each other around the fire pit.  

Finally, winded, she conceded.  She sat down in the 
matted down grass near the center of the camp.  "Ok.  
Ok, you WIN!"  she called out to him, and waited for 
him to appear.  He didn't and she called again.  
"Honey.  I said you WIN.  You can come out now."  But 
still, he didn't show himself.

She grew a little bit worried and rose to her feet.  
"Where are you?  Come ON.  I am getting scared now."  
She walked slowly around the site, peeking down alleys 
and behind pavilions.  She called his name a few 
times.  Her agitation level rose, and all of a sudden, 
even the thunder grew a bit scary.

She screamed as a pair of hands grabbed her from 
behind.  They quickly wrapped themselves around her 
body, and she felt his lips pull her hair out of the 
way and begin to nuzzle at her neck.  "You look so 
beautiful when you are mad," he teased her.

She struggled in his grasp.  "Then I must look pretty 
damn amazing right now, because you scared me.  I 
thought you fell and hurt yourself or something."

His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them as he 
sank his teeth into her neck, lightly nibbling her 
like he knew she loved.  

"Oh," she breathed, feeling her anger evaporate as the 
delicious feelings inside her body began to swell 
again.

He found her nipples and pulled on them, feeling them 
swell to his touch.  Her tits weren't the only thing 
starting to harden, he thought as he ground his semi-
hard cock into her bottom.  Even through the layers of 
clothing, he loved the feeling of her ass against him.  
He groaned and he twisted her nipples in his passion, 
knowing that she enjoyed the sensations as much as he 
did.

The rain poured down their bodies and the thunder 
continued to boom from time to time as they stood 
there.  He turned her around to face him, and her hand 
immediately fell to the hem of his tunic, slipping 
underneath to touch him.  She looked into his eyes as 
she found his cock.  "Regimental, dear?"  she teased 
him, "You know, with how short that tunic is, you 
should be glad I didn't make you bend over to look at 
anything in the marketplace.  Then again, I know how 
much you love it when women look at you.  But you are 
mine.  Don't forget that."

"Yes my lady," he responded, reveling in the touch of 
her fingers on his hardness.  "Just don't YOU forget.  
You are MY lady.  Mine."  And their mouths met in a 
kiss that sealed the possession of each other's souls.

His hands left her breasts and he began to pull her 
heavy skirts up so that he could touch her.  As the 
skirt rose above her knees, he inhaled and he thought 
he could smell her arousal.  One hand held her dress 
up and the other zeroed in on her pussy.  He stopped 
kissing her for a moment as he touched her.  "Oho, I 
guess I wasn't the ONLY one who decided to go without 
today, was I?"

She almost felt herself blush, or maybe it was just 
the feeling of his fingers on her vulva that sent the 
heat rushing to her cheeks.  "Well," she stammered, "I 
guess... well... My skirts are so long, and I kinda 
figured that it would be cooler."

He smirked at her.  "No, feels pretty hot down here," 
he told her as he watched her face register the 
sensation of his fingers dipping into her crevices.  
"In fact, it's not only HOT, but its wet as well."  
Her eyes darkened even more as he watched.  She looked 
so sensual when they were making love.  He couldn't 
believe that he had been lucky enough to find a woman 
who responded to his every touch with such fervor.

He gasped as her fingernails ran up the length of his 
shaft, and it was her turn to enjoy the expressions on 
his face.  His eyes were half-closed with passion and 
his mouth opened as he moaned.  She pulled on his 
prick with one hand, and then extended her other to 
cup and cradle his balls.  The wetness at the tip of 
his cock was quickly scooped up by her finger, and she 
put it in her mouth and sucked it off.  "Mmmmmm, a
taste...." she teased him. 

He groaned at the sight of her mouth and he leaned 
down and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue in 
her mouth.  He got a slight flavor of his pre-cum, and 
he felt the twinge race down his spine.  He always 
felt slightly embarrassed about it, but he kind of 
enjoyed licking his taste out of her mouth.  Of 
course, it was always better when he sucked her pussy 
after he came inside her.  The mixture of their juices 
was unique and quite arousing to him.  Usually, just 
eating her afterwards was enough to get him hard again 
for round two.

She pulled away from him, "Now.  I want you inside me 
now."

He smiled and they sank to the wet grass, oblivious to 
the rain that still fell around them.  He started to 
push her back, but she stopped him.  "No.  I want to 
be on top.  I want to feel you as deep inside me as 
you can be.  I want all of you.  I want to feel you 
stretch my pussy around you.  I want to feel you touch 
my cervix.  I want you rubbing against my clit.  I 
want to come with you inside me, and then, I want to 
feel you come deep inside me," she continued.  It was 
one of the most erotic things he thought he had ever 
heard.  But then, EVERY time they made love he thought 
she sounded more erotic than the last.

He easily laid back in the grass, pulling his tunic up 
so that his bare ass was against the damp, his cock 
pointing toward his stomach.  "Yes.  I want to be 
inside you now.  Make me come inside you, my love.  I 
want to fill you up."

She straddled him, and pulled her long gown up to her 
waist.  She lifted his prick up so that pointed up in 
the air, "Such a pretty penis.  I love your cock."  
And she lowered herself to him, dragging his cock back 
and forth over the heat and wetness of her slit, and 
rubbing it gently against her sensitive clit.  She 
nestled it against her opening, and then sank slowly 
down on the pillar of flesh as they groaned 
simultaneously.

Once he was fully inside her, she stopped and just sat 
there, enjoying the feeling of his hardness against 
her softness.  She slowly flexed her inner muscles, 
massaging his cock without moving an inch, and 
watching his face as he looked deep into her eyes.  
"Watch me.  Keep looking into my eyes.  I want to SEE 
how good you feel," she told him as her eyes caressed 
his handsome features.  She reveled in the knowledge 
that she was the one who could bring him such 
pleasure.  

Slowly, she began to raise and lower herself on him.  
She lifted herself till just the head of his cock was 
inside her, and then impaled herself on him again.  
She rode him slowly at first, and they both gloried in 
the feelings engendered by their joining.  They 
murmured love words to each other, mixed with 
occasional obscenities as the ability to phrase 
sentences diminished.  She picked up speed and the 
force of her thrusts down as he bucked his hips up 
into her.  She could feel her clit being agitated 
every time he bottomed out deep inside her, and she 
knew she wasn't going to last very long before coming.

He looked into her eyes as she requested, and was 
thrilled by the look on her face as she got closer and 
closer to orgasm.  He could feel the telltale tensing 
in her pussy that was always the precursor to the 
spasms that brought her to ecstasy.  He reached his 
hand down and tweaked her pleasure button, rubbing his 
thumb over it and enjoying the sudden spasm that ran 
through her pussy, massaging his throbbing cock.  Her 
eyes started to close, and he admonished her.  "No.  
Look into MY eyes, my love.  I want you to look in my 
eyes as you come.  I love watching you come."

She pulled her eyelids open, and stared into his 
beautiful eyes with hers.  She struggled hard not to 
close them as she felt him take her clit between his 
thumb and forefinger and roll it.  She practically 
screamed with the pleasure, only controlling herself 
because she knew there COULD be others within hearing 
distance, and it wasn't quite dark yet, despite the 
storm.

He knew she was close, and he was about to explode 
himself.  "Come for me, baby.  Come for me.....NOW," 
he commanded as he pulled on her clit one last time.  
He was rewarded by her cry of rapture as he felt her 
pussy constrict around him with her climax.

He couldn't hold out any longer, and he felt his balls 
practically melt as the semen ran up his cock and 
spurted deep inside her tunnel.  He roared from deep 
inside his soul.  

She shook as she continued to orgasm, but she could 
feel the pulsing of his cock as he came.  They both 
stared deep into each other's eyes as they felt the 
ecstasy that only true love-making could bring.

Finally, she collapsed on top of him, and the rain 
continued to fall on their overheated bodies.  He 
wondered if she had the same feeling he did, and then 
he knew she did, because she raised up, looked at him, 
and said, "If its a girl, we are NOT naming her 
Stormy!" 

