Late for a date part 11: The Storm
Ron J

It was the type of day now, when it looked like a storm
I wanted to get back home, where it was nice and warm
We were meeting at the corner by the park entrance
I stood waiting for you as the storm struck like a lance

From the sky, buckets of water drenched my being
As the wind chilled my bones, till I wasn't even seeing
For I was shuddering too much with rain in my eyes
To actually see you coming with your umbrella lengthwise

For the wind was so strong it was of little practical use
When you had it upright it suffered just too much abuse.
I mumble to you, "the park shelter was the closest spot."
We ran through the rain, whether we wanted to or not

For the wind was pushing right across the land
Till we made the shelter and stood hand in hand
We caught our breath in the gazebo unable to speak
As the storm raged by and the wind reached its peak

I looked to the bench, as we were drenched to the skin
It made sense to disrobe and wring them drier to begin
As we had disrobed and gotten them as dry as could be
I decided to spank and dry out certain areas for free

After all you were very late and the reason we got wet
So my trick of drying would double suit, without regret
I lowered your jeans leaving your white panties in place
They were going to stay on, but not by any act of grace

For as I spanked your bottom, your panties soon dried
Then I lowered them and raised your blue jeans in stride
I warmed the back of your jeans with slowly paced swats
Then lowered you jeans again, cause there was still spots

You moaned that you were dry enough right now
there are others here I said, as time would allow
The storm still raged as I dried my whole shirt
By pacing it over your bottom keeping you alert

I then would spank till an area was nicely dry
Then moved the material with spanks on your thigh
Soon I had three nice drying areas but you didn't think so
each time a wet area was started you yelled louder, I know

I know that smacks on a wet cold bottom sting a lot more
But for being late now, you always know what's in store
This time your spanking had a handy real nice side benefit
Unfortunately after my shirt was all dry, you were unable to sit

You looked quite a site, I must confess to say
As you rubbed your bottom, to take the sting away
You looked at my dry shirt, the price your bum had paid
You still were rubbing your bum, hoping the pain would fade

I remarked that maybe I should do my pants too
That brought out a very loud 'oh no' from you
Then curb those glares, and come give me a hug
I gave your wet clothes a kind and gentle tug

As I looked into your eyes then, with love
You melted into my arms without another shove.
The storm raged on, but we no longer cared
For now a warm togetherness we shared

When exactly the storm did finally subside, I am not certain
But it was suddenly sunny, when I was next able to ascertain
We walked back to the street foregoing our planned walk
I'm sure that our appearance would've been quite the talk

Me with a completely dry shirt, but my pants still wet
You with only a dry bum area. An interesting set
I'm sure it would have prompted anyone to stare
Wondering how your bottom, the rain did spare.

We were certainly now quite a sight to see
So home we went, never to reveal the mystery