The Thunderstorm

I startle, as a bright light suddenly illuminates the bedroom, almost immediately followed by a deafening clap of thunder. As I get up and walk to the window a worried frown crosses my face. Tom is still outside for his run and he hates the rain. Then, suddenly the frown is replaced by a smile as I remember the one time Tom didn't mind getting wet. It happened during our very first vacation together a couple of years ago.

***

After partying with friends on Ibiza for a few days we wanted to spend a few quiet day on Formentera island, just the two of us. We'd arrived a few hours earlier but were still tired from the previous night's dancing, so we'd decided to enjoy a lazy afternoon at the beach. The sun was shining, we swam in the sea, laughed, chatted, kissed for a bit, but we had to behave ourselves because we were not alone -- even some kids were playing not too far away.

"Fuck, babes, you look so hot in your new bikini," Tom said as his eyes lingered on my ample curves.

"It's a good thing your swimming shorts are not too tight," I teased as I 'accidentally' brushed against him. "Otherwise your erection would be obvious to everyone here, not just to me..."

He responded by kissing me quickly and then jumping into the sea to cool off once more.

It was just great to have time to ourselves, no plans, no diaries, nowhere to be but just right then and there. Eventually we dozed off listening to the waves and the seagulls and enjoying the gentle breeze around us.

"Hanna, wake up!" I suddenly heard Tom say close to my ear, as he shook my shoulders gently. I opened my eyes and saw that we were completely alone at the beach. The reason was obvious: dark and heavy storm clouds covered the sky completely. In the distance we could see flashes of lightning and hear loud thunder rumbling. The gentle breeze from an hour before had turned into strong gusts of wind that nearly knocked over our sunbeds. We quickly tried to put on some clothes and gather our things.

"We'll never make it back to the hotel in time," I muttered, as the first heavy drops of rain started to fall.

Tom looked along the beach, eventually pointing to a picnic area with a gazebo: "It's just a couple hundred meters away -- let's run!"

We started towards it, but were not even halfway there when the heavens opened up and rain started to pour down on us in heavy sheets. Within seconds we were drenched. We made it to the gazebo a few moments later, gasping for breath, laughing, completely soaked but high on adrenaline and alive with the intensity of the thunderstorm around us. While the gazebo sheltered us from most of the storm we still got sprayed with mist from the rain and the sea. I didn't mind -- the afternoon sun had heated up our skin so much that now vapor was rising from our bare arms and legs.

Our wet t-shirts clung to our bodies. I could see Tom's hard nipples through the light fabric and was turned on immediately. Mesmerized I reached out a hand to touch them.

"Look at me!" he said in a hoarse voice, before my hand even reached his chest.

I raised my head and within a fraction of a second his lips were pressed hard against mine. Our bodies slammed against each other as we kissed frantically. I could taste the salt from the sea and sweat and the rain, as we were both tearing at the other's t-shirt to get it off. We only parted mouths quickly, to get them over our heads. I could feel Tom's erection pressing against my stomach, as he grabbed my ass with both hands to pull me even tighter to him. Rubbing my belly against his dick I could feel it twitch and a low grunt escaped from his throat.

After a moment he let go of me slightly to unclasp my bikini top and slide off the straps. Without support my large breasts spilled out immediately. He grasped them with both hands and I panted as he sucked one nipple and squeezed the other at the same time. I tugged at his swimming shorts to free his dick, which was only barely held back by the fabric anyway. Once his shorts were off, Tom picked me up, lifted me onto one of the picnic tables and slid off my bikini bottom.

He started kissing me again as he parted my legs with one hand and slid two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet that he didn't meet any resistance at all. His fingers started to push against my g-spot while his palm rubbed my clit. I shuddered with lust and now the goose bumps I had all over my body were no longer from the rain and wind. I grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. It was rock-hard and I knew that I needed him in me right now.

"Please..." I groaned against his lips.

"Maybe I'll tease you just a bit longer..." he whispered.

I managed to pull myself together for a moment and look him straight into the eyes. "We both know that you need this as much as I do."

He just answered with a raspy laugh and removed his fingers from my pussy. I opened my legs even wider and he entered me in one powerful stroke.

"Fuck, I nearly came just there," he breathed heavily against my ear. "Your pussy feels so hot against my dick after the cold wind and water just now."

Without moving we kissed for a moment, then I leaned back slightly on the table and Tom started thrusting with hard, long strokes. With every push my breasts shook and small moans were knocked from my throat. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me even deeper with every thrust. He started to rub my clit again as I grabbed one of his nipples. Within moments I could feel my orgasm building. Tom increased the pace of his pushes, my moans became louder and my pussy started to tighten even more around his dick.

"I'm going to come!" he exclaimed, and with a load moan we both exploded at the same time in one long, intense, shuddering orgasm.

Afterwards we just clung to each other for several minutes, trying to catch our breath again.

"Look," I said, as we finally parted "the rain has almost stopped." We slowly gathered our things and by the time we arrived back at the hotel, the sun was already shining again.

***

The sound of the keys in our front door interrupts my reverie.

"Hanna? Where are you, babes?" Tom shouts as he enters our apartment.

I walk away from the window, where by now the rain is flowing down in streams against the pane. On my way to the front door I grab a towel from the closet, but as soon as he sees me, Tom gathers me in a tight embrace, ignoring my protests about getting wet from his soaked clothes.

"Remember that one time on Formentera island, babes?" he asks, beaming, before planting a big kiss on my lips.