Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm

Thunder cracked in the distance like Cherry Bombs on the fourth of July. Moments later the sky lit up in fantastic orange and red.  A storm was coming and it was going to be a big one.  The first drops of rain began to hit my windshield. I was trying to beat the rush hour traffic but the report of the imminent storm drew folks out in droves.  The super market parking lots were jammed with people trying to stock up on basic supplies.  The roads were riddled with the scary drivers who wanted to try to make it home before the rain started to fall.  I was in the midst of the madness. 

He had called early that morning to relay his itinerary.  He would touch down at 8:15 this evening.  That gave me ample time to get home, tidy up, and get myself together before his plane got in.  I just hoped that the storm would have passed by then.  I turned the radio up and scanned through the stations until I found a news broadcast.  The storm was approaching fast with torrential rain and hurricane-like winds.  The sky had turned severe gunpowder gray and the rain was pounding on my windows like the police.  I had my wipers on high but to no avail. Visibility was down to about a hundred yards, if that.  What was normally a 20-minute ride had taken me close to an hour.  I pulled into my drive way at five.  I wish I had thought enough to pull the Expedition out of the garage before I left that morning.  Now I’d have to get soaked trying to get into the house.  I grabbed the bags, my purse, brief case and cell phone, found the house key on the ring and braced myself as I opened the car door.  The rain was pouring down like cold sheets of steel. In just the forty seconds that it took for me get out of the car, trot to the front door and open it, I had gotten drenched.  My hair was plastered to my head, despite having shielded myself with the newspapers.  My feet were soaked through my panty hose. I dropped the bags and case near the door as I stood in the foyer. I stepped out of my pumps, peeled the stockings from my thighs and shed everything I wore down to my undergarments. 

The house was chilly.  I plodded into the living room, grabbed the last 3 logs that I had brought in from the back yard and placed them in the fireplaces grate. Shivering I finally got the fire started.  I wanted tea so I plodded to the kitchen, grabbed the kettle, filled it, put a Lemon Zinger tea bag in my favorite cup and headed upstairs to tidy up.

By the time drank my tea, folded clothes, put them away, scrubbed the master bathroom and ran the vacuum through the bedroom, the storm was hovering over the city.  Thunder exploded sounding like an Iraqi air strike. The glass in the windows rattled like loose change. My nerves were on end. I drew myself a bath, grabbed a bottle of Moscato that was chilling in the freezer, and turned on my slow jams.  I just wanted to relax for a while.  I grabbed a couple of bobby pins, piled my hair on the top of my head and pinned it there.  I stepped into the Jacuzzi tub and sank deep until the water caressed my neck.  It felt so good. I opened the Moscato and swigged it from the bottle. I ran my free hand down my thighs spreading Vanilla Almond foam while I closed my eyes as the aroma infused my senses and the Moscato infiltrated my blood stream.

As I lay back in the tub I thought about Ken.  He was all man. So fly. Such a gentleman. I loved everything about him from his prominent nose to his thick lips that loved every inch of my body. I loved his manly hands and his broad shoulders and wide back. I loved his shy eyes that seemingly penetrated my soul and each word that fell from his tongue was like poetry to my ears. I loved the way that he handled me. God only knew how that man knew how to handle me.
The Moscato was kicking in.  I was feeling buzzed. Luther was resonating from the CD player and I was definitely feeling some type of way.  I pulled from the bottle a few more times before I stood up to bathe. I loved the tiled mirror that Ken put in the bathroom. He said it was so that I could see how lovely I am while I’m bathing. I told him that he put it up because he was a narcissistic freak and he wanted to see how good he looked while he was giving me the business.  All he could do was laugh. 

I stood in the tub looking at myself in the mirror. I loved my full breasts with their dark areolas.  Ken loved them as well. Always sucking on them. I caught a chill just thinking about his lips on my nipples. I found myself rubbing each one as I thought about how he ran his tongue over them, gently nibbling and sucking, squeezing and moaning as he went from one to the other and then pushing them together so that he could taste them simultaneously.  He drove me crazy and he knew it. The wine had me horny.  I needed to get out of the tub. I dried off, grabbed the wine and my lotion from the shelf and sat on the bed.  The room was still very chilly. I should have lit the fire in the bedroom as well. With towel wrapped around me I grabbed the lone log that was left in the basket, tossed it into the empty grate and preceded with the lighting ritual, trying not to get old ashes on my clean body.  Once the wood started to crack, smoke started to rise and I was satisfied with the flame, I sat back on the bed, lotioned my body from feet up.  I decided on the Almond Cookie. That was Ken’s favorite.  At that thought I glanced at the clock. It was well after nine and I hadn’t received a call or text message from him.  I began to worry some.   

The storm was still in force.  I could hear the rain slapping at the glass panes and the wind howling like a lost wolf.  Even Luther couldn’t drown the sound.  I went to the dresser to search for undergarments. Since I was feeling spicy I decided to go for the hottest looking set that I owned.  Ken hadn’t seen this one. It was an electric blue, Italian lace number. The bra hooked in the front and it was sheer with embroidered flowers the same color as the fabric.  The thong was the same with the exception of a roped waistband and the roped and laced fabric that ran down between the ass cheeks.  He was gonna love this one.  I slipped into the sexy get up and giggled as I modeled for myself in the mirror.  It was a crime to put this much ass into a thong, but I didn’t care.  I felt sexy and I was certain Ken wouldn’t care either.  He loved every inch of me.  I took another swig of the sweet wine.  So not lady-like but oh well. I was already way past tipsy to even care.  I went downstairs to check on the fire.  It was dying out.  There were no more logs in the house and there was no way I was going out into that storm to get more.  Then I remembered that Ken had stacked about two-dozen in a corner of the garage.  I kept a pair of flip flops near the back door just in case I had to run out and they came in handy as I slid them on and headed out of the side door from the kitchen. I should have grabbed a robe because it was going to be cold.  Just as I flipped the light switch in the garage there was a loud sizzling sound as the power died.  “Son of a bitch!” I cursed.  I wasn’t scared because I knew exactly what had happened and there wasn’t much that I could do but go back into the kitchen.  If I hadn’t been so tipsy I would have been freezing, but the Moscato had me warm and tingly.  I felt my way back through the kitchen, into the pantry where I kept a flash light and a few candles.  I turned the flashlight on and lit the candles.  I left one in the kitchen and took the others into the living room.  I went back into the garage and searched for the firewood.  I t was in the far corner near the main door.  I had to set the flash light on the top of the truck in order to be able to carry the wood back into the house. They were heavy and I could only get two in my arms.  I should have bought the basket in with me but that had not crossed my mind.  In fact my mind was fuzzy and I needed to sit my ass down before I fell on my face.  As I bent over to grab one of the pieces of wood I heard the flashlight topple over and crash to the floor.  Just my luck I thought. I struggled with the logs in the dark until I was finally able to get them in my arms.  As I turned to walk around the truck I felt coldness against my back.  My reflexes were slow and before I could question what was going on, I could feel icy hands on my back and around my waist. I dropped the logs barely missing my feet.  I stepped forward and was pulled backwards by my hips.  I was too afraid to scream and couldn’t if I wanted to. A hand went across my mouth as the other hand caressed a nipple through the embroidered material of my bra.  Suddenly I could feel kisses on my neck, my ear and then my cheek.  Oddly I was aroused.  Maybe it was the fear.  The hand that caressed my nipple now kneaded my breast, still pulling and tugging at the nipple through the material. It was getting harder and I could feel my clit jump at the excitement.  What was happening couldn’t be happening.  No way could I be aroused right now! I thought.  The figure whispered in my ear: “Shh.” as the hand was removed from my mouth.  I was still too scared too scream and I don’t think I would have even if I could. The free hand parted my thighs and began to fondle my pussy lips through the lacy material.  My heart was racing. I pushed the hand away but it was placed back in motion.  My nipple was still being tugged at sending electricity through my body.  I tried to pull away but stumbled forward in my tipsiness.  As I bent over I felt hardness against my ass.  “Shhh baby, don’t say a word.”  Even being one step away from drunk I recognized my baby’s voice.  I didn’t have time to be relieved. I fell forward onto the hood of the Expedition and could feel Ken ripping the thong away. “Baby I missed you so much.” He said as he eased his way into my already sopping pussy. It was hot, wet and tight. I could hear him exhale as he pushed himself deeper. My face was flat against the cold metal hood. I grabbed at air as he entered me.  I could feel my juices running down my thighs. My nipples were hard and throbbing against the truck.  I reached behind me and grabbed my ass and opened it so that he could slide in further.  “Oh shit baby...” The wine had me aroused to the tenth power. Normally I wanted Ken to make love to me slow and easy and deep with lots of grinding but tonight I felt like being fucked. I backed my ass up on his dick as he thrust his thickness into my sweetness.  I wanted him ramming all of that meat into me.  I met his every stroke until he had to grab my waist to slow me down.

“I missed this pussy so much.” He groaned.  I wanted to respond but he told me to be quiet.  “C’mere pretty gurl.” He said in his playfully demanding way.  My eyes had adjusted to the dark.  I could still hear the rain outside. It didn’t seem to be letting up.  Ken led me to the trucks drivers’ side where he opened the passenger (back) door and slid in. I knew the leather was cold but we were to hot and horny to care. He held his hand out for me and hoisted me in on top of him. I straddled him like a pro, finding the thickness of his head and guided it to my entrance. I locked my hands together around his neck and pressed my lips against his ear.

“Daddy, you know mommy missed you right?”
“Yes baby. Daddy knows.” He said grabbing a handful of ass then smacking it. WHAP!
“Mmm thank you daddy.” I eased onto his dick, feeling it throbbing and steadily expanding inside of me. He clamped his mouth over mine and molested me with his tongue. My juices were trickling down my leg into his lap.  I repositioned my knees and legs and began to ride Ken, slow and deliberate, hearing the squishing and sloshing sound as I eased up and down.  I found my rhythm and he grabbed my hips, raising his own to meet my movements. Slowly I began to grind all of my pussy onto his stiff pole.  My ass slapped against his thick, muscular thighs.  Both of his hands were cupping, molding and handling my ass.  He slid a finger down my crack and played with my “other hole”.  My clit jumped.
“Mmm baby slide it in.” I urged him.
“Oh you like that huh?” He said slyly. Gently he proceeded to inch his thick finger further in. I was doing figure eights on his dick, pressing my body against his. His head cupped in my hands. He was going deeper and my entire body seized like a faulty transmission.  “Oh shit daddy that feels so good.” I panted.  His head was buried in my shoulder and I could feel him sucking on my neck, alternating nibbles and bites. I arched my back giving him permission to fuck me with his finger. I bounced on his finger and his dick. I could feel wetness splashing up on our stomachs. He couldn’t take it.

“Baby, you already know what I want...” I was still riding him. “Mmhm.” In a moment I was laying parallel to the seat, one leg slung across the headrest and the other resting on the trucks floor. Ken was hunched between my long legs, using his tongue as a wet wipe. He loved my juices and never wasted a drop. He licked from my calves all the way to my ass. He was lapping at my pussy lips with his entire tongue. He parted me open with his fingers and swabbed every inch of me. I grabbed his head and guided him.  I loved to hear the sucking sounds and his deep moans of ecstasy.  It turned me on even more and I could feel myself squirting. He held me in place at my thighs while he flicked his tongue over my clit with precision and ease making sure he aroused me in the perfect place. He drew circles on it, went deep in my pussy and came back to his favorite spot.  He kissed and licked, sucked and kissed until I could barely take it. I tried to press my legs together but he held me firm. I attempted to slide away but the passenger’s side door had me trapped. I was swooning.
“Give it to me gurl. Stop holding back.” He whispered between licks.
“Mmm daddy, I can’t take it...stop.” I whined. Knowing damn well I didn’t want him to stop and he knew it. He cupped my ass in both hands and put his whole face down there. I felt his tongue in my ass then on my clit. It was all over at the same time. My breathing became rhythmic, as did his motions. I arched my back and threw my legs over his shoulders. He was fucking me deep with his tongue. My thighs began to shake. “I feel it baby, let it go.” He murmured. I whimpered because it felt so good yet his sucking was almost unbearable. I knew he wouldn’t stop until he got every drop of me. He wanted my essence. Finally I lost all control and I watched myself explode as if I was having an outer body experience. My hips jerked and I grabbed at the front passenger headrest (there was nothing else to hold on to). My heels dug into his back. Ken pulled me closer to his mouth so that it was a suction around my labia. I felt like I was being drained. My clit twitched and throbbed and my lips pulsated as I came. 
“Yeah baby, give it all to daddy. Mmm give it all to me.” I loved the way he talked to the pussy. He took me all in as my body shook in orgasmic bliss. My eyes rolled to the back of my head just thinking about him catching every drop of me. I felt him shift. My right leg dropped to the side and Ken was hovering over me. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my thighs. His dark body glistening in the dark truck. I could hear the faint sounds of rain pitter-pattering on the garage roof. He was hard as steel. I wanted him deep in my mouth but I knew what was next. Ken slid from the truck, standing in its doorway. He pulled me by my calves until my ass was hanging from the edge of the seat. My legs were on his shoulders. My thighs were pressed against his chest as he guided his thickness into my wetness.  My pussy was still throbbing and I was still caught in an orgasmic wave when he entered me with deep, long strokes. I wanted to cry out but my breath was taken away each time he thrust his hips. I watched him work his hips; his mouth in a smirk as he took what he knew to be his. As if on cue he asked or rather stated: “This is daddy’s pussy.” I knew it didn’t require an answer but I knew he loved when I said: “Yes daddy, this is all your pussy. Every last drop.”  This excited him and he did this thing with his penis where he would stop right at the entrance of my vagina and pulsate there, only allowing his massive head to go in and out. He would always tease me saying “I’m just gonna put the head in.” He knew that drove me wild. I just wanted to grab him and make his dick hit my spinal cord. I was gettin impatient. “Ken, gimmie that dick and stop playin’!” He playfully slapped the side of my ass, drawing me as close to him as I could get. He lifted my ass and held me by the hips as he slid as deep as he could go. I gasped. “Ughhh!” Be careful what you ask for, I thought. He slid all of the way out again and thrust deep. After a few thrusts he found his rhythm and put his back into it. He was nearly on top of me. I was sliding back into the truck. Ken’s left leg was bent and sort of kneeling on the trucks floor as he began to grind deep in my pussy. My juices were sloshing and flowing out. I could feel it down my legs, on my stomach between my ass cheeks. Ken was panting and moaning how good my pussy was and how much he loved it.
“Baby I love this pussy so much. It’s so fuckin’ good gurl. What are you doin’ to me?” He kept talking and continued to grind. I caressed his head and his face, wiping the sweat from his brow and off of his eyelids. I loved when he got verbal. He had me pinned so I couldn’t throw the coochie on him the way I wanted but I egged him on. “Get this pussy baby. Take it all.” He loved encouragement. I could feel his dick seem to get harder the more I talked back.
“I thought you wanted this pussy.”
“You know I do.” He panted.
“Well stop playin’ in it and take it like you want it.”
He groaned and picked up his pace.
“Daddy fuck me like you love this pussy. Lemmie see how much you love it.” I teased.
He growled deep in his throat. I could feel his body tensing. I could barely keep it together. My walls were on fire and I could feel another wave close by.
“Fuck the shit out of me Ken and stop playin’! You got all that dick, give it to me you bastard!” He loved when I got rude with it. I could almost hear him whimper this time. “Shit gurl, you turnin me the fuck on!” He said between thrusts. Baby was putting in work. I could feel my lips swelling as his balls smacked up against them and my ass. Ken was grinding again and I felt like I was peeing all over his chest. I could feel myself sliding in our wetness.
“You love this dick don’tcha?” He asked.
“You know I do baby. I love it so much.” I felt myself going under again and he could sense it.
“Give me that cum baby. Don’t hold it back. Give daddy another one.”  His hips locked as he pounded me gently (if that makes any sense). “Baby I can feel it. Don’t hold it in. I want you cumming all over this dick pretty gurl. Give daddy his cum.” He grabbed my titties and began sucking on each nipple and then the both of them.
“Aaahh Kennyyy...” I moaned. He knew my spots. He knew my weaknesses. He knew me.
“Oh my gawd. Baby right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, right there. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I felt like I was speaking in tongues. My mouth was dry, my hair was wet, my pussy was throbbing and I was in love with this man and his dick.
“Baby I’m gettin’ ready to cum.” He whispered. I couldn’t respond because I felt myself ready to explode as well. I was going deaf. All I could hear was my own heavy breathing. Ken had wrapped his arms around my back going so deep that I could feel him in my intestines. My clit was ultra sensitive as he rubbed against it with his every movement.  I sighed as I felt myself melting.  “Baby I’m bout to cum. I’m about to cum!” He yelled. He stiffened and for a moment seemed to swell inside before he bust off. Instantly I let go. My pussy throbbing and contracting around his dick. Ken was loud and verbal when he came. “Ahhh fuck! Baby, baby, baby...” My throat was dry and parched. I could only sigh under his weight as he lay between my thighs and breasts.

I’m so glad you made it home.” I managed.  “Nothing could stop me from getting home to you gurl.” He eased out of me. Our fluids gushing out onto the leather seating. Neither of us cared. Ken stepped out of the truck, helped me up and scooped me in his arms, heading into the house. The storm had passed and the rain had subsided. As we headed up stairs I caught a glimpse of the moon. It illuminated the living room in its pale splendor. I shivered a bit, thinking that I still didn’t bring the firewood in. It didn’t matter. Ken was home and his warmth was all that I needed.



Rosalie Hill
04/10/2011