"G is for Gazebo"  {Uther} (MF rom cons)

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                         G is for Gazebo 
                       by Uther Pendragon 
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


She liked his parents.  His sister and brother teased him 
that she was "the only thing he'd ever got right."  Still, this 
visit to his family was wearing. 

The gazebo at the end of his parents' overgrown garden had 
become her refuge.  She lay on the wicker couch there after 
dinner.  She read one of his mother's Agatha Christies and 
dropped it as the light faded. 

The next thing she knew, it was full dark and she was covered 
with a coat.  "I'm here," he said.  "Did the lightning wake you?"  
There was a flash of lightning in the distance, followed by its 
thunder. 

"Thunderstorm!" she said.  These always turned her on. 

"We could make it back to the house before the rain starts.  
You could watch the storm from our room." 

"Are they likely to come looking for us?"  She'd like to stay 
here with him, but not with others. 

"No," he said.  "They were getting ready for bed.  I said that 
I would take care of you." 

"Let's stay," she said.  When she stood up to see the 
approaching storm more clearly, he stood behind her.  He undid 
the buttons down the back of her dress, keeping his touch light.  
Then he scratched her back on either side of her spine.  She 
gasped when a bolt struck near them.  He pulled her back against 
him and held her breasts through dress and bra.  She couldn't 
tell whether her nipples hardened in response to him or to the 
lightning. 

The approaching rain looked like a wall.  She could see it 
move across the yard, hear it hit the roof in front of them 
before it hit the roof in back.  They were in the midst of the 
storm, with rain blowing in from one side or the other depending 
on the gusts. 

He unsnapped her bra, slipping his hands around to support her 
breasts when the bra didn't.  He played with her nipples.  As 
thunder rolled directly overhead like an express train, he slid 
the dress off her arms and over her hips.  She was dressed only 
in panties and sandals when the next lightning flash illuminated 
them, but the rain hid her. 

He kissed her ears as he held her breasts again.  He rolled 
her stiff nipples between his fingers, lightly kissed her neck, 
sucked hard on an earlobe.  The air was chill on her where his 
skin wasn't warm.  She shivered from one of these sensations, 
maybe from both. 

She wanted him to shelter her from the occasional drops driven 
by the strongest gusts, but she also wanted to run into the rain, 
be one with the storm.  When he eased her panties down, she sat 
abruptly on the couch.  She felt the wicker press into her ass, 
felt it tickle her pussy lips. 

Then he pushed her back, kneeling so he didn't block her 
vision of the storm.  He moved her legs onto his naked shoulders 
and licked her dripping pussy.  She couldn't tell the storm 
surrounding her from the storm within.  The gazebo lit up from a 
lightning strike; his kiss sucked on her clitoris before the 
thunder reached them.  His hands were again on her breasts, 
teasing her nipples. 

His tongue was loving her center.  Wind was dusting them with 
raindrops.  Thunder was rolling overhead.  Lightning struck 
again.  His kiss struck.  Her climax struck. 

For what seemed like an hour, the storm was all within her.  
Then her feet were back on the ground.  She was held in his 
encircling arms.  The sounds of the thunder was less, and seemed 
to be behind them. 

She stood and leaned on the back of the couch to see it 
recede.  He stood behind her, wearing only his slacks.  His arms 
hugged her, his hands held her breasts, his fingers teased her 
nipples.  These had hardened again.  Without taking her eyes from 
the storm, she reached back to tug at his belt.  He moved back, 
but returned a minute later with his trousers and shorts out of 
the way.  He guided her hand to his stiffening cock. 

After a minute playing with it, she leaned further forward and 
reached between her legs.  He eased his rod into her slit as 
slowly as possible.  Half way through this tantalizing delay, 
there was a belated flash of lightning just a block or two away.  
His reaction drove him all the way into her. 

"Oh honey," he said.  He gripped her hipbones to pull her 
against him.  She braced against the couch to meet his thrusts.  
His cock pummeled in and out of her pussy, his agitation rising 
as the storm's receded. 

Then his orgasm triggered hers.  They stood pressed together  
for another instant as he shot his cum into her.  Then she 
collapsed onto the couch as he sank to the floor.  He reached one 
hand up to grip her hip.  She put her hand on his. 

"We're messes," she said a little later.  "And I'm cold." 

"I brought raincoats for both of us," he said.  "Give me a 
minute to find them.  Did you enjoy your storm?" 

"All of them."  


     The End
     G is for Gazebo
     Uther Pendragon
     nogardneprethu@gmail.com
     2001/06/05
     2002/03/25
     2003/05/02
     2004/04/23


For another story of another couple having 
sex in the rain, see:
outage.txt
"Outage"  (MF nc reluc)

Warning, see codes "nc" and "reluc." 
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
FAQ: Story codes for readers 


This story was written in conscious imitation 
of the style of Dulcinea, a late, great, 
writer of erotica.  For more about this and 
more imitations see:
dulcinea.txt
Dulcinea Tribute 

This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
wl.txt
Wedded Lust 

The index to almost all my stories:
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