We had been returning from the pub, strolling arm in arm after a meal and a few drinks, enjoying each others company, chatting and exchanging kisses as we walked. I suppose we should have been more aware of the change in the weather, but really our attention was focused on each other to the exclusion of virtually all else.
Hence our surprise when the first bolt of lightening struck as we turned into the laneway 500 yards from the isolated cottage we had rented from the weekend. Crash!! Lightning illuminated the bay and the first heavy drops of rain began to fall, laughing we ran for the cottage as the storm began in earnest. By the time we reached the door we were both drenched by the downpour...
The wind howls, and another flash of lightening turns the world to glaring monochrome, thunder crashing overhead as we burst through the door of the cottage, soaked through from the cloudburst. At that moment the lights flicker and go out leaving the low burning turf fire as our only source of illumination, the soft red glow casting intimate shadows across the little cottage. Seizing the flashlight from beside the door, I run to the small bathroom and return with two soft bath towels. Laughing we towel ourselves, drying hair and removing our dripping wet coats , I move around the room, lighting candles to give us a little more light, and throwing some more turf and logs on to the fire... with the power out we will need it's warmth tonight...
I notice that you are shivering, the rain having soaked through your coat and into your shirt and jeans, I take you by the hand and draw you closer to the fire... "lets get you out of those wet things" I murmur, drawing you close and unbuttoning your shirt, peeling the wet fabric from your shoulders as I wrap my warm towel around you. I release your bra and remove it, your nipples hard and proud from the chill rain...
Moving lower now I undo your laces, removing your shoes and socks as you start to absorb the heat radiating from the fire, the flames reaching higher as the fuel catches and the rooms warms up. Then undoing your belt and jeans and sliding the cold denim over your hips and thighs, removing them completely, now you stand before me dressed only in your black thong, my towel draped across your shoulders, the firelight illuminating your body as you face the fire, absorbing the heat, relaxing now as you warm up. Standing I remove my wet clothes, leaving only my boxers. Moving behind you I take your towel from your shoulders and stand close to you wrapping us both in the towel as I wrap my arms around you...
You snuggle close to me, our bodies pressed tight together as I wrap you in my arms, I kiss the back of your neck softly tasting your skin, damp from your hair, holding you close as you give a little moan, a soft murmur of contentment. Another kiss, and another, as I savour the feel of your soft skin against my lips, your near naked body pressed against me, both of us now bathed in the heat of the fire...
The storm increases it's ferocity, wind and rain lash against the cottage, thunder and lightening all around us... the energy of the storm is infectious, charging the atmosphere, exciting both of us with the sheer energy and power of nature. You lean back against me, warm now from the fire, resting your head against my shoulder as you turn , offering your lips to mine, I savour that first kiss, marvelling at the feel of your lips, tasting you...
Your passion rises as you kiss me, and you turn slowly to face me, your breasts warm from the fire as they press against my chest. I draw you closer, pulling you against me as the kiss deepens, my hands exploring your back and buttocks, gliding over your skin as I hold you close, I can feel my cock starting to twitch as you press against me, your hands also exploring, pulling me against you as our tongues explore.
I shrug the towel from my shoulders, the room now cosy from the heat of the fire, caressing your warm skin with my fingertips, stroking your back and shoulders, then stepping back a little and taking your hand... The noise of the storm makes speech impossible, I guide you, indicating that you should lie full length on the thick sheepskin in front of the fire. You lie on your stomach and I admire your long legs, tight firm ass, and the soft skin of your back and shoulders...
I kneel beside you and take the scented oil from it's place by the fire, pouring a little into my palms, smoothing it slowly along your back and over your shoulders, massaging you, easing the tensions from your body. I massage you along the entire length of your body, beginning with your neck and shoulders, then your back, lower to the cheeks of your ass, down the backs of your thighs, then your calves and ankles and finally down to your feet...
Now you are warm and relaxed, breathing easily, I change the tempo and nature of the massage, stroking your body, caressing it, working my way slowly back up along your legs, stroking your thighs and ass, soft touches awakening the nerves, increasing your sensitivity, caressing your back now, teasing your shoulders and the base of your neck, bending lower to place kisses on your skin, kissing the nape of your neck, the small of your back, your thighs, your ass as my hands roam..
Taking your hand again I turn you until you are lying on your back, and start to caress your face, you close your eyes as I trace the outline of your face with my fingertips, caressing your cheeks and jawline, running my fingers through your hair as I kiss your lips... my hands move lower now, tracing your neck, your shoulders... lower still gliding over the upper slopes of your breasts, smoothing the creamy flesh, tracing the outline of each breast, my fingers tantalisingly close to your nipples, then lower, stroking your stomach and flanks, gliding over your hips, caressing your thighs...