Thunder and Lightening

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Alicia Night Orchid

Copyright 2008 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved

The rain falls in sheets. We’ve chosen a “green” resort for our getaway. Our secluded villa has only three walls, allowing tree frogs and the sound of the deluge unfettered access to our bedroom. We look out onto a private lanai, a grove of mango trees, and the turquoise Caribbean. Off to our right, a rocky piton, the remnant of an ancient volcanic eruption, stretches two thousand feet skyward. Its phallic shape is both disconcerting and alluring.

I stand naked, sheltered from the downpour but exposed to a fine spray caused by the rain striking the roof’s overhang. The coolness of the spray is refreshing in the heat and humidity of this tropical paradise. Behind me, Rachel sits cross-legged on the bed, working on her New York Times crossword puzzle, also naked, except for her dark rimmed eyeglasses.

“I didn’t know it would rain all the time,” I say. It sounds a little whinier than I’d like to admit.

She doesn’t look up. “Rainy season means rain.”

We couldn’t have afforded this place in the high season. As it is, our budget is stretched. Three hundred dollar a night rooms, fifty dollar breakfasts, twenty dollar cocktails. And now it’s rained for three days. Prices double in the high season.

“I’d just like a little time on the beach.”

She sighs, exasperated. “Can’t you just relax? At least you’re not at work, stuck in an office.”

The first two days, we made love and slept. Rainy days melted into rainy nights. My pussy melted into Rachel’s. This morning, we’ve drank room-service coffee and bickered.

“At least you have an office,” I remind her. “All I have is a fucking cubicle.”

“And that’s my fault?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I’ve worked my butt off to get to where I am, Allie.”

She’s ten years older than me. I’m a lowly associate, blue-eyed and blonde and a little soft around the edges. She’s a partner, brown-eyed and raven-haired, all angles and hard muscle. Just the touch of her nipples to mine was once enough to make me come.

“Yeah, you’ve told me that before.”

I hear the rustle of her magazine. “Why don’t you come back to bed? There’s nothing else to do, anyway.”

I thrust out my ass, reach behind and spread my cheeks, showing her my pucker. “I know what you want,” I say over my shoulder.

“That’s nice, Allie. Real mature.”

I shake it at her. She’s been wanting my ass since the moment we arrived. But I’ve never given my ass to anyone, and so far I’ve refused to give it Rachel.

“Bring it over here and I’ll fuck you good,” she says.

Instead, I step into the rain. It pummels my breasts, my thighs. I have to keep my head down to avoid drowning. I spread my arms and spin around. I bend over, touch my toes and shake my ass again. I sit on the edge of the lanai, facing Rachel. I bounce up and down like I’m taking it up the rear. I squeeze my breasts and make mock fuck noises, taunting her.

“That’s it, fuck me in the ass. Fuck me, Rachel, with your big strap-on.”

She gets out of bed and walks to the doorway. Her breasts are smaller, firmer than mine in spite of our age difference. Her nipples are almost as dark as her eyes. The patch of pubic hair she refuses to shave is black as onyx.

She doesn’t say a word. She stands there watching me, arms crossed.

After a few minutes, I’ve had enough. I cross the patio and push past her, dripping water across the floor. When she reaches for my arm, I pull away.

“Don’t,” I say. “Okay, just don’t.”

The look she delivers is withering. “You’re making a mess. Someone could slip on that and get hurt.”

“Well, maybe you should clean it up.”

I’m halfway into the bathroom, when she grabs me from behind. She spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. “I’ve had about enough of your shit,” she says.

“Yeah, well, what’re you going to do about it?”

She’s on top in a flash, her thighs across my chest, her knees pinning my arms to the bed. She uses her fingers to open herself and thrusts her pussy into my face. She is redolent with the scent of the tropics, musky and damp.

“Stop it,” I manage.

But neither of us is buying it. I’ve been asking for this all morning.

“Lick me,” she says.

Her wiry hair is matted against my nose, her cunt pressed to my mouth. I can barely breathe, yet my tongue is working, slurping inside her slit, flicking her clit. She edges forward and sits flush on my face. She leans forward onto the bed and grinds against me.

“Goddamn,” I gasp.

My hands are free now, I could push her away. Instead I reach between my legs, where I shaved clean for the beach I’m yet to see. I push a finger inside, then spread the nectar around. I rub fast and hard.

“Fuck,” she says and her thighs shudder.

I bury my tongue deep inside her folds, giving her something to come on.

She rolls off, breathing hard, but not finished. She slides between my legs and pushes them up, flush against my breasts. Her tongue is in my ass, before I can resist.

“Don’t,” I say.

But she’s just begun. She’s got two fingers inside my cunt while she rims me. She looks up, over my belly and breasts. “Relax, Allie. Let go.”

“Fuck you.” But I’m not going anywhere. Her tongue, her fingers. This woman knows me better than I know myself.

Then she pulls away.

I grab for her hair. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

She reaches into the dresser drawer, takes out a favorite vibrator, a long, thin cylindrical affair that I’ve owned since college. Her eyes lock on mine, while she lubes it up.

“I’m going to fuck your ass with this,” she says.

I can’t stop rubbing myself.

“Fuck you,” I tell her.

Her slick fingers are at my opening. She circles and probes. I flinch.

“Relax, Goddamnit.”

My clit is on fire. The bucking of my hips makes my asshole a moving target. “All right, all right.”

One finger pushes inside. I’m fighting her, but she stays the course, slowly circling, slowly working in and out.

“Let me in. That’s it. That’s it.”

The pain I first felt gives way to a dirty pleasure.

“Okay, that’s it,” I say.

“Yeah? Yeah? You like that, baby.”

“Fuck yeah.”

She withdraws her finger, then applies lube to the tip of the vibe. God, I love that vibe. I’ve come on that vibe a million times.

“Oh my God.”

It’s bigger than her finger. Unbelievably big and round and long. We proceed slowly. She enters and withdraws. She reams and retreats. Finally, she pushes and I accept. I take that fucker deep. All the way, all the way.

She fucks me in and out, while I rub.

“Oh baby,” she whispers.

“Shit, Goddamn, motherfucker, sonofabitch.” I go on and on.

This orgasm is like no other. It’s dark and slow and far inside, like tectonic plates grinding against one another. And it doesn’t stop. It goes on and on and on, wave after seismic, gut-seizing wave.

When I’ve finally had enough, I push her away. When she slips that vibe out of me, I’m too weak to move. She snuggles up. She kisses me deeply, lovingly on the lips, and begins to hump my leg. She’s so wet, so slick that we’re frictionless.

I run my fingers through her hair, kiss her cheek. “Go baby, go.”

She comes on my thigh and in my ear, hard and true. The sound she makes is guttural, deep in her throat.

I dig my fingers into her buttocks as she squirms against me.

Afterwards, we lie next to one another, fingers entwined, on a bed wet from our juices and the rain I brought inside. The overhead fan circles, a mute witness to our passion.

Off in the distance, there is lightning and the crackle of thunder as a new storm approaches.

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