Stormy Night

I’ve always enjoyed thunderstorms, the lightning, the thunder, and the feeling of electricity in the air. Even driving in them is fun for me. 

I was on my way to see a friend of mine one night when the radio started blaring warnings of an oncoming storm. I started smiling, thinking to myself that it should make the trip all that much more interesting to me. 

About half an hour later, I was beginning to wonder just how interesting this was going to be. The wind was driving rain hard against my windshield and pushing my car all over the road.  Maybe this is one I should sit out, I began to think to myself. I would have pulled over right then and there but there wasn’t anything around for miles. Just empty road. 

I drove a little ways down the road and finally saw another vehicle. It wasn’t what I expected to find that’s for sure.   It was a bus. Not a passenger bus, but one of those touring buses, the kind that musical groups use for their trips. It was pulled over to the side of the road with the flashers going. To me it was heaven. I didn’t want to be alone out in the storm anymore and just having a busload of people near made me feel more comfortable. 

I pulled in behind the bus and shut off the car leaving my blinkers going.   The storm seemed to get even worse as I sat there. Soon, the wind was rocking the car and the lightning and thunder were coming almost simultaneously. I was beginning to not like the idea of being in a small car. It felt like it could be lifted up by the wind at any moment. 

During the next flash of lightning, I thought I saw someone walking toward my car.   “He must be crazy,” I said to myself.   Sure enough, there was a man walking right toward the driver’s side window. As he approached, I rolled down my window. 

“Are you alright in there, ma’am?” he asked. 

I smiled up at him and told him, “To be honest, no! I’m getting scared that this car is gonna be flying soon.” 

He grinned back at me. “How about you come to the bus. It’s a lot bigger than your car.” 

“I would be grateful, really. I’m pretty sure it won’t rock as much as this thing is,” I replied. 

I rolled up the window and he helped me get the door open against the wind.   The rain was shockingly cold, coming down so heavily that I was drenched before we were to the door of the bus.   “Nice time to forget the raincoat,” I thought to myself when we were jumping in through the door. The door had been left open so the steps were wet and slippery. As I started up the stairs, I slipped a little and ended up leaning against the solid chest of a very wet man. He grabbed me around the waist and steadied me. I could feel the warmth of his skin through my wet shirt. I gasped at the electric charge that seemed to travel through me. 

He helped me up the rest of the steps, apologizing for them being slippery the whole way. When we got into the main part of the bus, he turned back to close the door and I got a few seconds to look around. I was rather surprised to find that there was no one else on the bus from what I could see. 

Just then, he came back through the curtained doorway with a sheepish grin on his face.   I knew he was still feeling bad about the steps. I smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry about the steps. I’m very happy to be out of my car right now.” His grin became a full-fledged smile that was more than a little devastating to my senses. 

“When I went to your car, I didn’t even think to close the door. I wasn’t sure if you were broke down or what,” he replied. 

“Thank you for being concerned about me,” I said, “Not many people would come to a person’s rescue like that, especially on a stormy night like this.” 

He seemed a little embarrassed by my praise so we left it at that and he started showing me around. The bus seemed a lot bigger on the inside than it had from outside. There were two sitting areas, a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and several beds. I could still feel the way his arm wrapped around me on the stair and the beds were the last thing I needed to see. I could feel the blush rising up my chest to engulf my face when he showed me his bed. 

“It seems this bus has all the comforts of home,” I said, trying desperately to get the picture of his bed out of my mind. It wasn’t easy with him standing next to me still in the sopping wet clothes he rescued me in. 

“Yeah, it does,” he replied with a grin, “We even have dry clothes. How about I get some for you to change into?   You could probably ring water out of those you’re wearing now.” 

I looked down at myself and saw just what he meant. My clothes were plastered to my body, looking for all the world like a second skin. I must have been a brilliant shade of red by the time I looked up into his eyes. His eyes took on a melting quality I hadn’t seen since we met that night. When I looked away, his hand reached for mine and he lifted my chin with the other bringing my eyes back to his. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said directly into my eyes, “You look great, even as wet as you are.” He smiled again and slowly dropped his hand. 

My hand was still in his when he reached down into his bunk and got some clothes for me. “These are clean, I promise,” he said, grinning, “I did laundry today. Just hadn’t gotten around to folding them and putting them away.” I smiled at this and chuckled as he put the clothes in my hands and showed me to the bathroom. 

As I shut the door, it dawned on me that I hadn’t asked him why he was alone here in the bus. 

After changing in a room smaller than the closet in my bedroom, I was more than ready to rejoin my host. Either I had changed faster than I ever have before or he was a slow dresser. When I opened the door, I got a fantastic view of his chest, the same chest that had kept me from falling earlier. I forgot to breathe. 

Several seconds went by before the need for air made me take a deep breath.   I tried desperately to not let him see how much he had affected me, but it was a lost cause. He saw where my eyes had been staring. When I got the courage to look up into his eyes, he had this knowing glint in them and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to melt into the floor from embarrassment or knock him upside the head. In the end, I didn’t do either. 

I stood directly in front of him and casually gave him the once over with my eyes, taking in every inch of his appealing anatomy. Then I smiled broadly, looking him right in the eyes.   There was no way I was going to be made to feel like a teenager on her first date. He tipped his head in my direction, acknowledging my blatant look with a grin and set about getting his shirt on. 

When we were both dressed in warm, dry clothes, we settled in the rear sitting area.   He waited for me to sit and then choose a seat directly across from me. I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I was sitting there in his clothes with nothing on under them. It wasn’t as if I could have left my underthings on as wet as they were, but the sensation of the fabric rubbing over my body the way it had rubbed against his was erotic. 

To get my mind off his clothes I asked him where everyone was. “You know, I would have thought there would have been other people on this bus, as big as it is,” I said. 

“Normally there are others here, enough to make the bus seem very very small,” he replied with a small laugh, “We were having some engine trouble tonight and I decided that I would rather stay here and wait for them to get back instead of piling in with the rest of them on the second bus. Guess it was my lucky night, huh?” 

“Lucky? And what do you mean by that statement, Sir?” I asked with a smile and my finger wagging in the air. 

He put his hands up in a motion of surrender, “I only meant that it was lucky for me to have been here to rescue you,” he said with a smile. 

“That’s what I thought you meant,” I said, barely concealing a smile of my own.   “From the looks of the bus, I would say you all have been doing quite a lot of traveling.” 

He took another look around and said, “Hey, for us this is clean!” I couldn’t help it; I had to laugh at the look he shot me. He joined me in my laughter, “Yeah, we have been on the road for a while.” 

“It must be hard to be away from home so much,” I said when I finally caught my breath. Seconds after the words had left my mouth, I felt like kicking myself.   I couldn’t believe I had stressed the word hard, what was I thinking? Well, I know what I was thinking and it didn’t have anything to do with being away from home. 

He must have caught what I said, because he all but repeated what I said and just the way I said it. “Yeah, it is hard to be away from home so much.”   Oh, what wonderful thoughts that word invokes. “We spend a lot of time in this bus.” 

“That must get boring,” I told him. I was starting to feel for him. I don’t know if I could stand being on a bus all the time going from place to place without getting so hyper that they shoved me out the nearest window. 

“Oh, we find things to do. We play video games, watch movies, listen to music, play on the computer, or something.   My friends are great; we’re more like brothers than friends though,” he said, a huge smile transforming his face, “You should see some of the fights we get into and the jokes we play on each other!”   He burst out laughing again. I was starting to enjoy this very much by this time. 

“So, it’s just you guys on the bus, no women?” I asked. 

“Oh yeah,” he said, “Not a woman on the bus, just these guys to look at day after day.   Man, do I get tired of seeing only guys. It’s rather nice having a woman here.” 

I smiled and looked down at my lap. It might have been cold and rainy outside, but it was certainly starting to feel warm inside. “Well, then maybe it’s been a lucky night for both of us,” I replied quietly. I looked up from my lap to find him looking at me intently, almost hotly. “Yeah, I think you might be right about that,” he said. 

With quiet intensity, he moved to sit next to me and carefully took my hand from my lap. He raised it to his lips, and for the first time, I felt his soft lips against my skin.   He brushed small kisses over my knuckles and down my fingers. My mouth felt dry and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The touch of his mouth on my hand was intoxicating. He didn’t rush me or himself; he took his time. 

He turned my hand over in his and worked his way up the inside of my fingers, using his tongue more than his lips. It felt as though an electrical charge was running from his mouth to my hand.   I could feel the charge racing through my body and pooling between my thighs. When he reached the palm of my hand and began circling it with his tongue, I couldn’t keep back the moan that rose in my throat. 

I raised my other hand to his hair and began running my fingers through the strands.   It was as if we were connected through his mouth on my hand and my hand in his hair, as if it was the final link in the circuit and the charge exploded between us. He looked up from my hand and brought his mouth to mine. 

He kissed me gently, while his hand moved to cup the back of my head. I wanted that kiss. I wanted the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue touching mine.   The heat between us was building slowly while he traced my lips with his. When he touched my mouth with his tongue, it felt like rough velvet being rubbed over my lips. I opened my mouth a bit to meet his tongue with my own. When he wanted to open my mouth further, I pulled back a little.   I wanted to taste him as he had tasted me. 

I moved back towards his mouth and began to trace his mouth with my tongue as he had done for me. I felt the air rush from his mouth as his lips parted his moan barely perceptible.   Feeling drawn to that small sound, I moved my tongue to the inside of his lips. He opened his mouth to me and pulled my mouth into direct contact with his.   His tongue entered my mouth and ran back and forth over mine, giving rise to thoughts of how he would feel inside me. 

Gently, he laid me down on the seat and stretched out over me with one of his knees between my legs. I pulled him completely down onto me, feeling his weight settle him into my body.   My breasts were crushed under his chest; I could feel every breath he took. He moved his hips against mine and I arched my body up into his. He kissed me deeply and then pulled back to nibble and suck on my lower lip. 

My hands moved down over his back, scraping my nails lightly over the back of his shirt.   I reached the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up so I could put my hands on his bare skin. The heat radiating from him was enough to burn my hands.   As my hands moved over his back, his mouth moved over my face and to my ear. He brushed my outer ear with his lips and bit lightly on the lobe, then sucking it into his mouth. I moaned deep in my throat and pulled his shirt farther up his back. I wanted to feel his bare flesh against mine. 

He leaned up on his elbows to allow me to take his shirt off of him while he rubbed his leg against me between my legs. Another moan escaped my mouth at the pressure of the contact. He knew just what to do to make my body sing. 

He came down over me again and kissed my neck, his tongue making patterns on my skin as he moved lower and lower. His hand worked just ahead of his mouth opening the front of my shirt to his questing mouth. My hands roamed over his back and up into his hair, bringing his face down into even closer contact with my chest. When he had the final button undone, he whispered against my skin asking me to sit up.   He slowly opened my shirt and eased it down over my shoulders. My skin tingled from the friction of his hands. 

As my shirt began to gape open, he licked and bit my shoulder making me smile.   He was a little playful with me, easing any residual tension I had. I felt safe in his arms. That was the only place in the world I wanted to be right then. 

He pushed my shirt down my arms, watching as each inch of skin was bared to his view.   It seemed that his breathing, along with mine, got shorter and shorter as he came closer to his goal.   I could feel his eyes on me and it made my nipples harden, aching for his mouth on them. I wanted to pull his head down to my breasts but he wasn’t ready for that. 

After removing my shirt, he gently cupped my breasts in his hands and began massaging them slowly. I arched into his hands. The feeling of them moving over my breasts was almost enough to send me over the edge.   His hands were strong and they kneaded my flesh expertly. He moved his hands to where he had each of my nipples between his fingers and he alternately squeezed and rubbed them. My head was thrown back in abandon to the pleasure he invoked with his touch.   My hands were on his shoulders trying to pull him to me. He turned his head to one side, bit my hand teasingly, and said, “Not yet ... just lay back.” 

I lay back again and he moved into a kneeling position next to me. He released my breasts and seemed fascinated with the way they moved. He seemed fascinated with me as a whole. Everything he did to me made me feel precious. Just then, he looked into my eyes again and smiled beautifully. 

“This is kinda late to be asking this, but you are alright with this, aren’t you?” he asked. I just smiled and pulled his mouth to mine. 

We kissed deeply, our tongues caressing each other. He began stroking my breasts in the rhythm of his tongue and my hands reached around his back. I grazed his flesh with my nails and he gasped into my mouth and closed his hand a little tighter around my breast. I felt a surge of longing for his weight over me. I wanted to feel him between my legs, pushing against me. It didn’t matter that we were still half-clothed; I wanted to feel the pressure against that inner most part of myself. 

I broke the kiss and said, “I want to feel you over me again. I want you between my legs.” His eyes, which seemed hot before, burned even brighter into mine and he moved his hand down the outer side of my leg. He switched directions at my knee and began to slowly move up the inside of my thigh. Even through the cloth, his hand felt like a live wire scorching and burning me. It felt as though everything in my being was moving with his hand, moving slowly toward the center of me. I wanted to squirm under his hand, but I didn’t want to miss even a moment of his touch. 

He stopped just inches away from where I wanted and needed his touch most.   I groaned and threw back my head, arching my back. He leaned down and kissed my throat with his open mouth. I could feel his hot breath running over my skin and I reveled in the sensation.   He began to lick his way down my chest to the upper parts of my breasts. My hands were grasping his shoulders in an attempt to keep myself in one piece.   The passion he was unleashing within me felt as though it would splinter me into a million pieces that would be taken up and carried off by the storm still raging outside the bus. 

Just as I was beginning to wonder if he was enjoying teasing me, he lowered his head to my breast and took my nipple deep into his hot mouth. At the same time, he moved his hand the last few inches to the junction of my legs and pressed against me. The dual assault on my senses had me arching into him again and moaning my ecstasy. My fingers clenched against his shoulders, my nails marking him. He groaned and doubled his attack on my more than willing body.   His fingers between my legs moved in a rhythmic motion just counter to the way he suckled on my breast.   I could barely catch my breath.   I was breathing in short gasps that became more like small cries as I ground myself into his hand. 

I could feel my control slipping. All I wanted was him naked and inside me. I wanted the feeling of my body accepting him and stretching to accommodate his invasion. I moved my hands down from his shoulders to begin unbuttoning his pants. I felt his abdomen jump as my fingers moved down over his torso to the waistband of his jeans. The idea of having some power over this man made me bold. I undid the top button and pushed my hand under the waistband of his shorts beneath his jeans. His stomach contracted and he emitted a low cry.  I could feel the tension building in him. I knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him. 

I kept my hand to the side of his hard member, rubbing the skin over his hip instead.   He leaned back away from my chest.   His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, and he was trying to stay as still as he could. I removed his hand from between my legs and slid off the seat so that I was kneeling beside him. Slowly, I ran my fingers over the skin of his hip getting closer and closer to his throbbing manhood. 

Instead of continuing my pursuit of his staff, I pulled my hand from under his boxers and unzipped his pants allowing the tips of my fingers to follow the outer curve of his erection. His breathing was ragged and harsh. His hands were on my shoulders massaging them roughly. I slowly dragged my nails up his chest, circling first one nipple then the other. The muscles under his skin tightened according to the progress of my hand.   Every inch tensing and contracting as my nails came in contact with his skin. 

When I came to the top of his chest, I changed from feeling him to tasting him.   I opened my mouth over his collarbone and lightly caressed him with my tongue, running it back and forth over the length of his shoulder. He shuddered in response. Leisurely, I worked my way to the base of his throat. I lapped at the small indention there and made my way up the side of his neck. 

I had kept my hands still up until this point, just had them resting gently on his chest. Now, I began using them to massage his chest. I began with slow circular movements over his nipples. Circles that matched those I was tracing on the skin of his neck with my tongue. He leaned into my hands to increase the sensation and I nipped at his neck to get his attention. “Uh uh, it’s my turn to lead,” I whispered. 

He released a moan that sounded like resignation and said, “I don’t know if I can handle that.” 

I grinned and replied, “Tough, deal with it.” 

I turned my attention back to his neck and opened my mouth over his jugular.   I could feel his pulse beating against my tongue. The more I licked and gently sucked, the faster his pulse seemed. I inched my way up his neck to his ear. Gently, I blew in his ear and felt him shiver from head to toe.   Then I ran my tongue along the outer shell of his ear from top to bottom, taking his lobe into my mouth and suckling it. This time his moan was a little louder and I could feel him leaning into me. 

I accepted his weight against me. I reveled in it. Slowly, I worked my mouth from his ear to his lips where I once again learned their outline and fullness. His lips were parted and his breath was coming in short gasps. I knew he wanted to have his tongue in my mouth and his body over me.   I wanted it too. 

As I was kissing him, my hands were working their way back down his chest and around to his back. My hands moved down farther and father. Down and down until I was holding his tight ass. We were kneeling directly in front of each other and when I gripped him and pulled him forward, his crotch crushed up against me. I felt the entire length of him on me and wanted to feel it against my skin. 

Slowly, I released the pull I had on him and leaned back. My hands came around to the front of him again and were resting on his abdomen just above the waistband of his jeans. I looked up into his eyes and could see the passion burning brightly. Smiling, I reached down and finished undoing the zipper. His hands reached up to my arms and began gently massaging me. 

I brought my hands back up to his waistband and began easing them down over his hips, pushing his boxers down too. As they inched down, the band of his boxers were caught on his erection.   The length and width of it made my mouth water. I moved one of my hands to the front of his boxers and pulled them down over his rock hardness.   As he came free from the confines of his clothes, his manhood stood out proudly. All I could think of was getting him the rest of the way out of his clothes and getting him inside of me. 

When I had his jeans down to his thighs, I leaned into his body and felt his manhood rubbing against my breasts. His breath rushed out in a long, drawn out moan. “Oh God,” he said. 

I patted the seat and said, “Up here, Baby.” 

He moved over to the seat and sat on the edge. I knelt down before him and removed his sneakers and socks, then took off his pants and boxers. I had to sit back on my heels and just stare for a few minutes. His body was glorious and his erection phenomenal. 

His eyes followed my every move as I sat up and moved closer between his spread legs.   My hands gently caressed him as I ran them up his legs. The closer I got to his manhood the more he moaned. I kept my eyes on his. His stare was hot enough to scorch me. He was telling me with his eyes what he wanted me to do.

When I got to his upper thighs, I leaned up and kissed him passionately.   “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word.” I whispered. 

“Don’t stop!” he replied with a grin. 

“That is just what I wanted to hear.” I said. 

I kissed him gently once more on the mouth and then made my way down his chest to his abdomen. When I reached his staff, I surrounded it with my hand. His body jerked in response to my touch. Slowly, I began stroking him. He groaned deep in his throat as he threw back his head. I loved the look of ecstasy on his face. I watched his face for a bit as I changed the tempo of my movements. 

His hands found mine and began moving up my arms. His movements were restless. When his hands reached my shoulders, I leaned down and took his throbbing shaft deep into my mouth. His hands clenched in my hair and all the air in his lungs rushed out of him in a deep, excited cry. 

Slowly, I began to move over him, taking him completely in my mouth and then out again until I had only the head still between my lips. I continued this slow exploration of every inch of his manhood until he was moaning and gasping my name. 

Just when he seemed to be getting used to the rhythm I had set, I sped up.   At the same time, I changed the pressure surrounding him. I sucked harder on him and rubbed my tongue against him. 

I released him from my mouth and worked him with my hand for a few minutes before I went back down and began to delve into each and every crevice and find every sensitive spot on his trembling shaft with the tip of my tongue. I listened for his response to every move to find out where he liked it most, then I moved my hand down to his balls and began lightly rolling them.   I took him completely in my mouth again and began sucking him once again. His hands were roaming through my hair and over my shoulders.   I knew he wanted to take over and set the rhythm, but I liked the idea of having this body at my command. His cries were getting louder and deeper and it was turning me on as much as the thought of having him inside me. 

When I moved down to take his balls in my mouth, he made a sudden, quick move and I found myself on my back on the floor of the bus. He was laying over me with his knees between mine and he was flashing a triumphant grin. 

“You are going to pay for that,” he said, as he thrust against me. 

“And here I thought you were enjoying it,” I whispered when I could speak again. 

“Oh I was, there is no doubt to that. But now…it’s MY turn” 

“I don’t know if I can handle that,” I said with a grin. He just smiled and circled his hips against me. He took control in that moment. My body was his to command and he knew it. 

He leaned up a bit and moved his hand down between our bodies to the top of the waistband of my jeans.   I was reminded just then that I was wearing his clothes, that he had been surrounding me and caressing me through his clothes the whole time. The thought of his hands touching me everywhere his clothes had made my mouth go dry.   I wanted that…I wanted him touching me everywhere. 

He opened the button and unzipped the zipper. I had nothing on beneath the jeans. His eyes widened at the realization. “You’ve been naked under those the whole time. Oh God!”   His glorious eyes closed as he leaned back down to take one of my breasts into his achingly hot mouth. I shuddered under him and I rocked my hips up against his rock hard erection. The friction between his clothes rubbing against me and his manhood was driving me wild. He made it worse by meeting my every movement. I couldn’t keep my cries quiet and my hands moved over his back continually. 

Languidly, he began moving down my chest and over my abdomen, kissing and licking as he went.   He dipped his tongue into my belly button.   My body was on fire. His hands were traveling randomly over my skin, bringing every nerve to life. He moved his legs out from between mine then and whispered, “Turn over, Baby.” I turned over. 

When I was on my stomach, he straddled my hips and leaned over me taking my arms and placing them so they were at either side of my head. He brushed my hair away from my back and the back of my neck. He brought his mouth down on the back of my neck and began licking and kissing me while his hands moved down to the sides of my breasts. He rested his chest against my back and slowly rubbed it down my back as he moved his mouth from my neck to my upper back. 

There wasn’t an inch of skin left unattended as he moved farther and farther down my back.   I couldn’t lay still. The feeling of his mouth on my skin was intoxicating.   When he reached the waistband of the jeans, he kept going down and gently bit my butt. I squealed and jumped and he chuckled. 

He kept me on my stomach as he put his knees between my legs forcing my legs apart. Using the backs of his hands, he inched them up the inside of my thighs. I could feel gooseflesh running up and down my legs and I shivered. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he turned his hand over cupping me from behind and began to rhythmically rub me through the jeans. 

I couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of him pressing against me. I pushed back against his hand and moved counter to him.   I tried to pull my arms back in order to raise myself up, but he put his other hand in the small of my back and pushed.   “Just enjoy it. Let me do the work now,” he said in a low voice that sent erotic tingling throughout out my body. 

There was no way that I could just lay still. The feelings he was invoking were overpowering. I couldn’t help whimpering and crying out. He leaned down over my back, kissed my spine, and said, “Just wait, it gets better.” 

“Oh My God!” I moaned. 

I could feel his lips spread into a smile just before he opened his mouth and licked me from there to the bottom of my spine, moving the jeans down a little on my hips as he did so. 

When he leaned up, he moved from between my legs and sat to the side of me. “Turn back over for me,” he said. 

As I pushed up on my hands to turn over, he began pulling down my jeans. I froze. His fingers were slowly gliding over my hips as he moved the jeans down. He had changed position so that his mouth was close enough to my hip for me to feel his breath run over my bare flesh. The jeans moved farther and farther down my legs until he couldn’t get them down any more. 

He gently reversed the path his hands had taken and touched my naked legs. His hands moving up my legs sent shocks of desire racing to the core of my body. I was only too ready for his invasion, but he wasn’t. Instead of going to the place I wanted him most, he reached around my body to help me turn over the rest of the way. I wasn’t sure if I could have moved on my own if I had needed to by then. 

His hands felt so hot on my naked flesh; it was as though the electricity from the storm had been captured in his hands. I felt as though I was being carried away in the winds. As if my body was no longer my own to command, but an extension of his desire for me. 

I was lain down gently once again on my back, looking up into those eyes that seemed to burn into me. I felt connected to him in a way more than sexual…more than just physical. He smiled tenderly down at me and eased down to kiss me.   This kiss was one of tenderness and desire. I could feel the fire burning deep within him, my fire matching his. 

He changed position once again and moved to rid me of the jeans once and for all. The jeans slid from my legs as he looked on.   I felt beautiful then. I felt desired, and I felt desire for him. 

Once the jeans were just a pile of cloth on the floor, he put his hands between my ankles and began to purposefully ease my legs open to his gaze. As the area between my legs widened, he knelt between them.   His hands glided up my calves to my knees and lifted them from underneath. When he was finished, I was completely open to his view. 

For a moment, he stopped and just looked his fill. I could feel everything in my body and mind centered on the place his eyes gazed.   I wanted to writhe, but couldn’t find the energy or will to do so. 

Very slowly, he leaned down over me, moving his body so that his erection rested against the most intimate part of me. The brute strength of that part of him sent my mind spiraling off into erotic imaginings.   I thought that he would enter me then, though he had other things on his mind. 

The kiss that started off with tender gentleness gradually heated up to the feeling of being struck by the lightning that continued to play outside. I was moaning and writhing beneath him by the time he pulled back. I wanted to hold him to me, but he had my hands held to the ground to either side of my head.   “All in good time,” he whispered against the skin of my chest as he made his way down the front of me. 

His mouth moved determinedly down between my breasts as his hands kneaded them delicately but insistently, drawing circles and other patterns on my flesh before he took each of my nipples between his fingers to roll them around. My back arched up to his face and my legs moved restlessly.   I wanted to thrust up against him, but he blocked me by laying his weight down against my lower body. 

As his mouth wandered lower down my abdomen, his hands released my breasts to roam over my heated flesh. I could have sworn that he was pure energy. The path he traced tingled and then seemed to burn with a pleasure that was almost unbearable. I wanted to touch him, to make him feel what I was feeling, but he blocked my every attempt. 

When his mouth was just above the apex of my thighs he stopped. 

By this time, I was beyond myself with the exquisite sensuality he was creating within me.   All I could do was moan my protest the moment his mouth left my body. He sat up higher so that he could see my eyes and whispered my name. I opened my eyes and they were captured by his.   At that moment, he slipped his middle finger deep within me. 

My breath caught in my throat and my hips lunged up from the floor of the bus. He began easing it in and out of me, moving no more than absolutely necessary to continue the pleasure. When I remembered to breathe, it was ragged.   His eyes never left my face as he watched the passion building in me. 

He whispered my name once again. When I looked up into those penetrating eyes, I saw a glint in them that told me he wasn’t near through with me. My eyes widened as his head began descending between my legs. 

Just before I felt his tongue touch me, his breath blew over my most intimate parts. Then his tongue was touching me and all thought fled.   I became a being of pure feeling.   His tongue explored me with delicate strokes that had me whimpering, as his finger kept up a steady rhythm. 

After one particularly deep thrust of his finger, he removed it to push my knees father apart. He lay down completely between them so that I was within easy access to his mouth.   He placed his hands on my inner thighs to keep them open and proceeded with his languid exploration. The slow movement of his tongue tasting me drew all my senses. 

He rolled his tongue over that most sensitive part of me and I thought I would scream from the ecstasy he shot through me. His tongue felt like rough velvet being rubbed against my clitoris. 

Gently, he sucked on me and I cried aloud. My hands found their way to the back of his head and I began running my fingers through his hair. His every movement was amplified as I felt it between my legs and against my hands.   My hips were bucking against his mouth when he suddenly changed directions and drove his tongue deep into me.   My back arched which only helped him get deeper inside of me and I screamed his name. 

He started a rhythm that had me panting and groaning deep within my throat.   I couldn’t keep my body from moving against the thrusts of his tongue. He grasped my hips and drew me back to his mouth and began swirling his tongue within me. I couldn’t keep back the scream that rose in my throat. 

Just when I thought I couldn’t stand anymore, he released one of my hips and retrieved a small packet from his pants that were lying nearby. He leaned up from between my legs and moved so he could kiss me.   He kissed me passionately as he tried to tear the packet open. I took it from his hands and pushed him back so that he was sitting on his heels. 

After opening it, I sat up completely, took his manhood in my hand, and stroked it. I could feel his moan throbbing in my hand as I worked the contents of the packet over him.   I had barely finished when he took my face in his hands and tenderly kissed me. 

With his hands resting on my shoulders, he gently pushed me down onto my back once again. He followed me down and rested his weight over me as he kissed me. He ran his hand down the outside of my leg to my knee and raised it so that I could wrap it around his waist, leaving myself completely open to him. 

Slowly, he lifted his head and looked intently into my eyes. I nodded slightly and a smile spread over his lips. 

I felt his body tense between my legs as he eased himself inside me. We both moaned. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him; I had never felt so full. He rested inside of me for a bit, allowing me time to get used to his size. Then he began moving in and out of me with long, deep thrusts. He was so deep on the down strokes. 

My hands were moving continuously over his back urging him on. I was trying desperately to not dig my nails into him, but the feeling of him moving inside me, driving me against the floor as he thrust deep and hard inside me, was making me crazy. He was moaning and whispering in my ear as he drove into me, telling me with both his body and his mouth how good it felt to be buried inside of me. 

I thought I had gotten everything he had to give when he increased the speed of his thrusts and began swiveling his hips as he drove deep inside me. The friction he created was enough to make me scream my need for him. I could feel every inch of him rubbing everywhere inside of me. He brought his hands around to the back of my shoulders and gripped them. He pulled down on them as he drove inside me, not allowing my body to move away from his thrust at all. I received the full force of that thrust and thought I would die from the rush of pleasure that streamed through my body. My whole body arched in response and I screamed his name. 

He pumped into me over and over again until we were both crying out at the intensity of the sensations pouring over us. I felt as though I couldn’t breathe. I panted and moaned in time to his thrusts, while his cries were driving me to even greater heights of ecstasy. 

His thrusts began to get wild and even deeper than before; I could feel the intensity inside me growing to an almost painful point. I was getting as wild under him as he was over me. I was thrusting back against him, taking everything he had to give. I could feel that he was getting as close to climaxing as I was. He was shaking with the need to drive into me and find his release.   He leaned up a little and looked into my eyes, “Oh God, Baby, I can’t wait…cum with me…I wanna feel you cum with me!” 

The look in his eyes and the plea on his lips were more than enough to send me over the top. My body shuddered and clenched around him as he drove into me finding his release and giving me mine. 

As the tension drained out of him, he laid down over me careful to not drop his full weight on me and drew me close in his arms. We held each other until our breathing had slowed, then he leaned up a little with a glorious smile and kissed me again very tenderly. 

While we were getting dressed, we couldn’t keep from touching each other and sharing smiles and even some giggles. When we finished, we sat together on one of the seats. He had me leaning back against his chest and was playing with my hair. After everything that had happened, I was beginning to get shy and he knew it. 

“You know, I think I’ve gotten a greater appreciation for storms tonight,” he said. 

“Really, how so?” I asked as I rubbed my fingers over the arm he had around my waist. 

“You came to me in the storm and showed me the wild wind, the electricity, and the fierceness of the storm. But you have also shown me the glorious morning after the storm passes.” 

“Where did that come from?” I asked as I turned to look at him. 

“Well, it sounded good, didn’t it?” he said grinning at me. 

“Yes, it sounded good,” I replied with a grin of my own. 

He kissed me and cuddled me close again. “You know I’m not letting you off this bus until I have your phone number, address, email address, and screen names, don’t ya?” I couldn’t help but start laughing. 

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