fetish stories

Passion of the Storm

It's storming tonight. The sky bursting with streaks

of light, the rain pounding down. Looking out the window

at the beauty of nature's passion I know the sudden

urge to feel it against my skin. Eyes reflecting the next

streak of lightning, excitement burning that much brighter.

Moving through the quiet house on bare feet, careful not

to wake anyone and slipping out the patio door into the pouring

rain. Toes squishing into the wet grass as they curl in delight,

tipping my face up to the rushing drops of cool rain. A quick

look over my shoulder and feet move through the wet grass

to the edge of the woods.




Knowing an opening ahead that will keep me hidden and still

let me play in the storm. Moving carefully through the woods,

thinking it's rather creepy here alone, in the dark.

The storm crashing overhead and making me jump, startled.

Laughing softly at myself and hurrying deeper into the

trees. Pushing through a deep patch of bushes and weeds

to step out into a clearing, trees lining every edge.




Reaching for the buttons on my shirt to work each one free,

the white cotton soaked through, peeling it off and reaching

up to hang it on a nearby branch. My jeans quickly following,

not an easy feat to peel from soaked hips but managing without

landing in the grass. Panties merely a bit of sheer white

clinging to my cunt. Stepping out into the wet grass, the

storm holding steady above. The rain washing over my nearly

naked body, illuminated only by the random streaks of lightning.

Stopping in the middle of the clearing, toes curling into

the grass. Tipping my head up, arms outstretched to catch

the rain. Letting it soak my bare flesh. Fingers moving

through my hair, trailing along my throat. Fingers spreading

wide to curl and cup one full breast, squeezing gently.

Remembering another touch. My breath quickening, rubbing

my palm into an achingly hard nipple. Arching my back slightly.

Letting my hand glide down over a quivering tummy, teasing

at the tops of pale thighs.




You stand among a group of trees, hidden yet with a clear

view of my body...my pleasure. Your bare chest slick with

the rain trickling off the leaves above. Dark jeans clinging

tight to the bulging evidence of your cock. You don't

make a sound, content for the moment just to watch.




Feet shifting in the slick grass, parting my thighs just

a bit as slender fingers tease the soaked material of my

panties. Glancing around instinctively as fingers hook

in the waistband and tug them slowly over my hips and down

my thighs. Letting them fall to the wet grass at my feet.

Fingers sliding between slick lips to tease the tender

bud of my clit, hips rocking smoothly to meet that touch.

Rubbing slowly, panted breaths escaping parted lips,

rain splashing closed eyelids.




Another look around, and slowly I lower myself to the ground.

the wet grass cold against my ass and bare back. Thighs parting

wide to give you a clear view of where my fingers roam, crimson

nails flashing with the light above as I tease the length

of my slit...up and down and up again. Rubbing tiny circles

around my clit and dipping to press a fingertip in to tease

my hot opening. Pressing in with a low groan, fucking my

cunt with short slow thrusts of a fingertip. Pulling back

to slide the slick tip over my clit, hips arching up. Grinding

slowly into my stroking fingers, hips writhing in that

sensual dance of need.




Seeing you move through barely slitted lids, blurred with

the heavy pour of rain and the stiff black of night. Simply

a movement in the storm, fingers slowing yet not pulling

away from my needy cunt. Blinking quickly to fend off the

drops and focus on the shadows of dark. A sudden crack of

lightening and roll of thunder filling the sky, showing

your rainsoaked form moving toward me. Slowly, carefully.

A predator moving through the night, such dark grace as

you fall to your knees and crawl slowly closer.




My heart pounding, my cunt throbbing with a desperate aching

need. Lips parting to speak....to explain. "I was

just thinkin bout you." Tipping my face up into the

storm as the thunder shakes the ground, waiting for the

sound to pass before whispering. "Please Gabriel.....I

need you!!"



Your mouth falling suddenly to my cunt, held open by my own

eager fingers. Welcoming you. Lips soft, tender, demanding

as they move against slick flesh. Your tongue probing deep

into heat of my cunt. Muscles clenching, inviting you deeper.

Your fingers sliding over my clit, teasing the painfully

throbbing flesh with the tenderest touch. Hips arching,

bucking...thrusting up against your mouth.




Bolts of lightening stretching across the sky to show me

the beauty of your body as you stretch out to feast, the wet

grass tickling your tummy. Holding my head up to watch the

slow grind of your hips as you press your covered cock into

the soaked ground. "Ooohhh fuckkkgod PLEASE...Gabriel

please...I need you to make me cum so bad...it hurts...please

please!!"

Begging mindlessly, coherent thought simply beyond my

reach. Rubbing my fingers harder against yours, unable

to reach my clit with yours hovering teasingly over it.

Your tongue making slow sweet jabs into my hole. My greedy

muscles gripping and clenching, trying in vain to pull

you deeper. Screaming my frustration, my need, competing

with the ground shaking crack and boom of the raging storm.

The storm inside me growing with each press of that hot tongue,

writhing, grinding. Bumping my cunt hard and fast against

your mouth. Fingers tearing at the slick grass, back arching

as muscle tense. "Pleeeeassse Gabriel please..please

make me cum. I can't...I don't...oh fuck pleeeeeeeeaseee!!!"




Feeling your grin as you pull your tongue back, sucking

hard at swollen lips before lifting your head. "What's

the matter baby? The storm and your fingers aren't

enough? Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."




My body bucking wildly on the wet ground, my screams filling

the night. Hips writhing and grinding, desperate to reach

that peak. Eager to feed you. "OHhhhfuck please gabriel!!

Oh god...just..please...I need...you....FUCK!!!!

Make me cum!!!!!!"



A jagged bolt of lightning seeming to mark my point as it

strikes down to light the sky, your lips curving into that

knowing grin. "Oh you mean, like this??"

Your head dipping back again, tongue lapping over my clit.

Sucking at the tender flesh until my body begins to thrash

anew, pushing me higher still. Finger plunging deep into

my cunt and curling to tickle at that spot. Eyes opening

wide, blinded by the rain. Lips parting in a soultearing

scream. My cunt convulsing in a hot flow of juices, clenching

almost painfully around your fingers. My clit throbbing

to the point of bursting as your tongue continues it's

steady assault.




"Fuckinghelllllllohmygodgabrrriellllfuckkkkkk!!!"
My voice raw with emotion, with need, with the breathtaking

peak of orgasm. Gasping, groaning and tensing tighter

still as the peak climbs under your talented tongue and

thrusting fingers. "Yesssfuckkkkkkkkkkkk"




Your muffled groans unheard, but felt. Your own body tensing

with mine, following the jerking movements to keep your

mouth on my clit. Your cock thrust hard against the cold

hard ground now erupting in a hot sticky mess inside your

jeans as my body spasms and squirms. Finally pulling your

fingers free to slide them into your mouth as your head comes

up, the grin on your face satisfied, proud. " I came

out to tell you to get back in the house, there's a bad

storm headed this way. Could be dangerous out here."




The crack and roll emphasizing the point as the sky flashes

in jagged streaks of light. My soft laughter tickling your

ear as I make my way into your arms, turning your mouth to

mine. "Mmmmm but nothing compares...to the passion

of a storm."



Whispering softly, "Take me home Gabriel. I think

we're in for heavy storms....all night long."