1. Storm coming...


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: scphen, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    horizon. I smiled and caught myself licking my lips. Moments later Veronica arrived and flowed through the room with businesslike grace, acknowledging my presence with a quick kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass before disappearing into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. As I served up dinner, the first soft echo of thunder rolled through, long and low. I found myself overcome with the image of jumping Veronica right then; following her into her room, hiking up her pinstriped skirt and going down on her right there. I don't know how long that thought had me captivated, but it took her returning in a t-shirt and jeans to snap me back to reality. "Are you with me hon?" Veronica asked with one eyebrow cocked. I then realized that I was holding a ladle of sauce, poised to pour, over the salt and pepper shakers. I shook my head and finished serving up. "Sorry. My head's a million miles away. Do you think there will be a storm tonight?" "I hope not." She said with an apprehension that I couldn't interpret at the time. The wind outside steadily grew as we ate and watched crimes get solved on the tube. We snuggled together, as we always did, but somehow we were holding each other more tightly than usual. Slow rumbles would occasionally crest loudly enough to overcome the wind and the television. With each wave of thunder, a tension in my tummy would grow and I'd bury myself a little bit deeper into Veronica and she'd react in kind. By the end of our first program, we ...
    were hopelessly entangled in each other. I was having trouble concentrating as there grew in me a need to have something on my lips and tongue. Veronica, though, seemed less inclined to fondle. Her tightening hold on me seemed more like the grip of a c***d clinging to a teddy bear for comfort. When the rains finally started to spatter down, Veronica rushed to the windows to close them. As she pulled the balcony door shut, the first heavy roll of thunder crashed over the building. I was overwhelmed with the desire to push her up against the rain spattered glass door; to rip off those hip hugging jeans and go down on her from behind. I was moments from acting on my desires when she turned back to me. Her poise was gone. The cool confidence had vanished and those fierce eyes seemed... mousey. As she hurried back to the sofa, a brilliant flash filled the apartment. My heart pounded, anticipating the inevitable thunder that was to follow. Veronica froze mid-stride, her eyes searching for some kind of escape. For a brief moment, our eyes locked. I saw in her something I'd never imagined: fear. She was terrified of the storm. Her gaze begged me to save her from the oncoming cacophony. The crack of thunder hit hard, rattling the windows and reverberating in my chest, deepening my hunger. Veronica fell to her knees and wrapped herself in her own arms. I ran to her. My instincts were to protect her, but feelings being stoked by the storm were fogging my mind. By the time I reached her, ...
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