A Dream?

Wd count: 869

As suddenly as it began the rending tearing sounds of the storm stops. Delilah is not new to hurricanes. They are a part of life in North Carolina and she knows this is just the eye of the storm going over.  In the eerie quiet, she listens to the water rush by and through the first floor of her brownstone. She is just about to warm a cup of soup when she hears it. She blows out the sterno can and reaches for the rifle in the corner.  A fast look tells her all she needs to know. The flooding outside has covered all the cars that lined the streets. Her home was the tallest in the area but it was so far out of town not many people would be coming here for help. The sky was dark and the wind was already getting faster. She was about to close her window when she saw him. 
Lying face down on top of a blue Corolla, he was making a low but persistent moan.  “Damn,” Delilah said. “Now I’ll have to go out in the water.”  She kept the floating car and it hapless rider in sight as she got dressed. He looked to be tall, over six feet and the suit he wore had been good once.  The storm was beginning to roar and she hurriedly pushes her inflatable boat through the window, tying it securely to the window frame and she shoves off. Expertly she let the raft drift into position. When she reached the car she saw the man was trying to turn over.  “Don’t move,“ she yelled, “you will fall”, She was too late, in an instant the man was in the water.  She was pleased to see he was a very capable swimmer. She gazed as his muscles stretched and sliced through the frigid water.  He reached up and grabbed the side of her raft. Momentary panic seized her as she feared he would flip her into the water.  He stopped, allowing himself to float behind as he held on. “My name is Peter, by the way”
Startled, Delilah stuttered, “I I I am Dee.” She turns her left side away from him
“Dee, I hate to be a pain but this water is cold.”
Dee shakes the vision of his toned body from her mind and turns her attention away from Peter.  “My house is there, just swim up to the window and climb in.” Dee follows him and the two of them pull the raft in together.  “The bathroom is through there, I don’t have clothes that will fit you but there are towels” “A towel will do,” he walks from the bathroom undresses rubbing his chest and arms vigorously.  Dee tries not to look as she prepares hot coffee on the makeshift stove.  “Cream or sugar?” “Lots of both,” he says.  She hands him the cup of steaming liquid careful not to turn around.  “Are you hungry?” “Not for sandwiches,” he speaks slowly with an easy confidence.  Dee stands to put the supplies back on the high shelf. Peter walks close behind her, “Why are you hiding your face from me Dee?” She feels his two fingers on her chin, slowly turning her around to face him. Instinctively, she places her hand over the large birth mark that covers her cheek. Gently he moves her hand and leans to kiss the center of the mark.  She is momentarily lost in that kiss but under her hands she feels him shiver.  “It’s cold in here, get in bed, under the blankets,” she commands. “You’re wet, too,” Peter drawls. “Let me help,” Slowly, letting every finger trace its way over her cool skin, he removes her soaking clothes.  Using a towel, he completely dries her, putting feather light kisses all over her willing body. Finishing, he picks Dee up and lies her in the center of the bed, Dee no longer hears the storm rage outside, the storm in her is raging too loud.  She knows it can’t be right but as Peter lowers himself over her it feels rights. Hungrily they kiss and Dee’s hands explore Peter’s body. She puts her hands around his shaft and squeezes slightly. What was she doing? Not a word was spoken but the expectations were fully understood. He lowered his mouth teasing her nipples with his tongue until her nipples hardened even more. She moaned when he grazed her taught bud with his teeth. She ached for him to be inside her. She couldn’t take anymore. She rimmed his thick head with her thumb using the wetness emerging from his tip to slicken her motion as she ran her hand down the bulging vein and up again. Peter let out a low growl as she traced her fingers up and down his shaft, applying just enough pressure to feel his cock throb in her hand. As his mouth had its way, his hands massaged her inner thighs.  His fingers separated her luscious folds slowly as though he was relishing the moment before he found what he has been looking for.

Dee woke to water running by her window, her raft was gone and she was alone.