The Storm

by Baron Rod

Copyright© 2011 by Baron Rod

Erotica Sex Story: A bad thunder shower, a girl very afraid of thunder, a lonely picnic shelter and a boy. How to turn a phobia into a turn on.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Consensual   Heterosexual   Petting   .

Matt had been exploring on his bike and had found a little county park about six mile from his home. He saw that there was a big storm brewing to the west and decided to wait at a park picnic shelter until it passed.

Linda was also exploring the countryside on bike day-trips. She arrived at the picnic shelter just as the rain started. Without looking she rode her bike under the shelter to escape the rain. The yell Matt give as he was almost run over startled her and she barely escaped running into a picnic bench.

After sorting out the bikes the two introduced themselves and sat on a picnic table top while watching the rain and each other. Matt noted that Linda was a fine looking girl, wearing shorts and a bolero top. Thin, muscular, blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and a fine figure with large tits. Archetypical Iowa corn fed farm girl, Matt thought. Linda was also taking a good look at her fellow explorer while drying off, and she liked the look of this tall, fit looking boy wearing a wolf print t-shirt and jeans.

Flash!! KABAM!!

The thunder clap followed the lightning flash so close that they were almost one. Without a conscious thought Linda screamed and threw herself into Matt's lap and hugged him tightly. There was another flash and a rolling peal of thunder and the hug got tighter.

"I'm terrified of thunder!", she gasped between booms and screams.

Matt found himself in an awkward position. On one hand, having a lovely girl in your lap and hugging you was neat. On the other hand, the hug was beginning to strangle him. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed Linda hard and passionately, also kneading her breast through the bolero top.

She jumped out of his lap. "How dare you?!" she cried in anger, swinging a slap at him.

He easily blocked the swing by catching her hand on his. "It was all I could think of to distract you from the storm, and it worked! You're not thinking about the thunder right now.", he laughed.

She glared at him ... and then jumped back into his arms at the next near and loud hit.

"Oh, please distract me!", she whimpered, hugging Matt and initiating a torrid kiss.

The kisses got more passionate and longer and tongues began to quest into each other's mouth. Matt started caressing her quivering breasts through her bolero top. Linda responded by pressing closer. Matt slid his other hand under the back of her bolero and unhooked her bra. She was startled, but clung onto Matt, and showed her approval by running her hands up under his t-shirt and pulling it off over his head in one smooth move. Matt returned the favor by removing her bolero top and bra the same way.

She ran her fingers through the hair of his broad chest, while he caressed the dusky red nipple of her alabaster breast into passionate stiffness. Another blast of thunder drove her closer as she concentrated on another soul searing kiss. The thunder around them echoed the thunder of their hearts beating. Matt ran his lips over Linda, kissing first her eyes, then nose, mouth, chin, neck, the valley between her succulent mounds, and each of the nipples. While he was doing this, his hands were roaming over her body, caressing and hugging. While he was tonguing her nipples, he got his hands into the elastic of her shorts and pushed down while lifting her. She felt her shorts going and fumbled with his belt and began removing his jeans.

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