G is for Gazebo
by Uther Pendragon
Copyright© 2002 by Uther Pendragon
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.
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