It was a muggy late July day. The sky had been brooding since about two in the afternoon. Thunderheads had been building in the humid air, stacking up in billowing columns against the foothills of the Cascades, temporarily blocked on their eastward journey. The dark clouds looked ominous, and I pushed harder, wanting to get off the street before the impending thunder shower hit. I looked forward to finishing the route, getting home and out of my sticky uniform. And seeing her.
I managed to complete my appointed rounds before the rains came, for which I was grateful. As I left the office the air was heavy with the smell of the not-too-far-off storm. I expected it to hit while I made the fifteen-minute drive to the house; it didn't. I pulled into the driveway, pushed open the door, and swung my tired legs out onto the ground. Just one more staircase to ascend today. She'd be somewhere at the top of those steps, not too hard to find.
I stepped through the door of the house, set my lunch box down at my feet, and hung up my unneeded vest. It felt really good to be away from work and in the welcoming confines of a place where I was totally at peace. A couple moments passed before the sounds of the place registered in my unwinding mind. The first was the final strains of one of my favorite songs, The Babys' "Midnight Rendezvous." I listened attentively for the final lyric, "I really want to fuck you," but didn't hear it as the tune faded into the next, so I knew it was the radio playing rather than a compact disc. I smiled to myself. That song, and especially that line, had special meaning to me. It reminded me of when I was first getting to know her.
The sound of running water came to my ears. She was in the kitchen. I mounted the seven steps eagerly, forgetting the dozens and dozens of other flights of steps I'd done during the day. When I stepped around the corner into the kitchen I paused to drink in the view. Her back was to me as she fiddled with something at the sink. I couldn't tell if she'd heard me come in. My smile widened when I saw what she was wearing.
In three effortless steps, I closed the distance across the small kitchen, put my hands on her hips, and lowered my lips to her ear.
"Were you expecting me, or someone else?"
"Only you," she said as she laid her head back against mine. "It's so warm and close that I just couldn't stand to be dressed." She wore only a thin thigh-length nightie. I confirmed that was indeed all she had on.
"I like it," my hands kneading her ass cheeks lovingly.
Despite the mugginess, I inhaled heavily from her neck, one of my favorite spots on her body. She's so soft and it seems like her essence is especially intoxicating there. She moaned softly, but I wasn't sure whether from enjoyment or discomfort caused by my too-warm breath on her already hot skin. I gave her a quick lick behind the ear and a final, for now, squeeze on her backside. I moved next to her, so we could both look out of the window onto the backyard.
"Sure looks like we're in for some thunder and lightning," I remarked.
"I hope so," she replied. "I love thunderstorms."
We stood silently, expectantly, wondering when the first crack of electricity and boom of thunder would come. In a couple of moments, she spoke.
"What are we going to do with the trampoline?"
It hadn't seen much use by her kids for quite some time and the grass was growing out of control beneath it where the mower couldn't reach. Its surface usually was covered with leaves, but now it was somehow free of debris. I wouldn't say it was an eyesore, but if it was no longer going to see the action it once had maybe it was time to let go of it.
"I suppose try to sell it," was my brilliant answer.
"You're so ingenuitive," she smirked, combining the words ingenious and intuitive. The way she said it made it sound like a legitimate word; almost.
Our heads turned toward each other and we both smiled. I leaned over and kissed her.
"Hmmmm." This time I knew her moan was pleasurable. As much as I wanted to kiss her again, right now I just wanted to get out of my uniform and into the shower. Washing off the sweat and grit from the city's streets would surely make me feel more human and worthy of her kisses.
I left the kitchen and headed back down the stairs to the bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. At the foot of our sleigh bed I toed off my shoes, then unbuckled my belt and let my pants slide down my legs. There wasn't much relief in being nearly naked, such was the heaviness in the air. It seemed that only the shower's cool water could provide a reprieve. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic band of my underwear and freed myself of their confinement. Just as I headed for the bathroom I heard it. A booming clap of thunder. I moved over to the bedroom window. Perhaps fifteen seconds later a brilliant flash lit up the sky, followed by another peal of thunder. A thought struck me just like the thunderbolt that had just ripped the sky. The shower could wait. Hopefully I'd remember to put my dirty laundry in the hamper before she found it in a pile on the floor, but right now I had a more pressing desire.
I bounded back up the stairs, my hardening dick pointing the way. She was still at the sink, staring out of the window, spellbound by the light and sound show taking place outside. Without turning from the window, she said, "I thought you were going to jump in the shower."
"We are," I answered as I melded myself against her.
"Uh-huh," she purred as she felt my hard-on pressed between her butt cheeks. A few fat drops of rain pattered on the roof.
"Come with me," I urged as I took her hand and pulled her away from the sink.
"I hope so," she said with that tone of voice and glint in her eye that only she has. And it makes me feel so special; like I'm the one that was meant for her.
We crossed the kitchen to the sliding glass door in very few steps. She gave me a questioning look as I pulled the door open. The wind had picked up a bit with the storm's arrival, causing the maple leaves to rub shoulders with their neighbors. The din wasn't enough to mask the music coming from the radio.
"Listen," I said.
She was looking outside, thinking I meant for her to hear something there.
