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*** All characters are over the age of eighteen Sweat pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat, clinging to her naturally bronzed skin before gravity took its toll and it slid downward between the shallow valley of her breasts. Her white singlet clung to her, sticky and damp. The stretchy cotton felt oppressive in the clammy heat of the afternoon. A summer storm was brewing, a hundred percent humidity and high temperatures made the atmosphere stifling. She lay half sprawled on the porch-swing on the back veranda, trying to stop the polyester cushions from sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she attempted to cool herself with a bone and lace fan. Why? Because the power was out over half the city, the grid overloaded with the populaces need to be cooled. Roiling clouds, grey and dense, hung low and glossy in the sky, fat with the distant promise of rain. She could feel the static charge in the air around her and before true night rolled in; she knew there’d be lightning cracking across the sky. The air moved like treacle against her skin as she lazily waggled the fan near her face. It did little to alleviate the moist heat and only succeeded in making her sweat even more. A fine sheen of sweat coated every inch of exposed skin – and the non-exposed skin as well – and made her long for the feel of cool water sliding over her body. She could go take a cold shower but what would be the point, two minutes later she’d be sweating again. Emmy huffed out the side of her mouth blowing a lank strand of short black hair out of her cool green eyes. She hated this sort of weather almost as much as she loved it. She couldn’t wait for the fireworks to start, the storm promised to be spectacular. She couldn’t wait to see that stark flash of lightning and hear that sharp crack of thunder rolling across the heavens; dark, primordial and wild. At least, that’s how Emmy saw it. She really did love a good thunderstorm. Emmy doubted that her love of thunderstorms was quite the same as other peoples however. Especially when it was a summer storm, all hot and humid, the air close and sticky, sliding over her skin like a lovers caress. She didn’t know what it was or why it was, but weather like this, always made her want to fuck. Pity then that she didn’t currently have anyone with which to fuck. She wanted to strip down naked, lay back in her porch-swing with her legs parted slightly, her arms raised and relaxed over her head and just let the subtle shift of that heated air lick over her body, caress her toned form and tease at her flesh, her nipples, her pussy… mmm. Imagine the air was a lover, strong and hard, his touch deep and smooth… God , she could feel herself getting wet only half thinking about it. She popped a leg up on the seat while the other hung down; and ran her fingers lightly along the inside of her slick thigh. She stopped at the inner edge of her yoga shorts, her fingers lingering for a short time. Then she trailed her fingers back up to her knee, teasing herself. Emmy felt the throb quicken in her body. She pulled her kegel muscles tight, pulsing them inside her, making her clit tingle. Her nipples bunched hard under her top, two small points of aching need. Emmy’s hand moved unthinking and cupped a firm breast, her forefinger flicking over her crinkled bud, once, twice. Emmy bit her bottom lip and took her hand away. It was only five in the afternoon but a false night was already falling due to the dense storm clouds. She was exposed out on her back veranda, the only thing between her and an unrestricted view was the porch banister and the odd tree in the back yard. But with the sex izle power out and likely to stay out the whole night, shadows fell darkly across her house and hid her almost completely from sight. Was she really considering this? Emmy smiled. Mmm yes she was! This kind of weather always drove her a little troppo, made her a little bit wild. She ran her fingers back along her thigh, this time dipping the tips beneath the leg of her shorts and running them lightly over her damp outer lips. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she breathed in deeply through her nose. Emmy closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She raised her other arm above her head and relaxed as she teased herself for a moment, stroking lightly, dipping her fingers just a tiny bit deeper to brush fleetingly over her quickly engorging clit. She rubbed a little harder and her hips jerked forward against her hand. A soft whimper fell from her lips and she quickly pulled her fingers from under her shorts. Emmy smiled as she stroked them back up to her knee. Her body was humming, growing tighter in anticipation. She sat up slowly and squeezed her thighs together as she looked about. It was dark, shadows fell heavily on her and even though Emmy felt incredibly exposed she knew that she’d never be seen under the shrouded alcove of her veranda. Emmy bit the inside of her lip as a cheeky grin began to spread across her lips. Why not? Her inner imp chirped. You know you want too… do it! She stopped herself from over thinking it too much as her hands reached for the bottom of her singlet and slowly peeled it up her body. The fabric clung to her skin, rasping over her nipples and making them prickle as she pulled upward. Emmy let the top fall to the wooden deck as she lay back in the seat. The chair swung lazily as she slid her hands down her stomach and gripped the top of her tiny yoga shorts. Her thumbs ran down either side of her smooth mound and then outward and over the tops of her thighs as she slowly inched her pants down her legs. She was so sticky with heat and desire that the crotch of her shorts tried to remain valiantly pressed against her slick pussy. But eventually even they gave way with a damp twang as she bent her knees and removed her shorts altogether, dropping them too. Emmy breathed in deeply as she stretched and purred like a kitten in the warm, sultry air. Her skin pimpled as an all over shiver skimmed across her body at the wickedness of it all. She was sitting on her back veranda, in the dark, totally naked. An unrestrained giggle escaped her. This was the naughtiest thing she’d done in a long time. She felt delicious! She sat up, planting her heels firmly on the edge of her seat as she let one foot slip forward and gently kicked the railing of her porch. Her porch-chair began to swing again as Emmy put her heel back on the edge, feeling her damp petals opening to the night. She lounged back, as the slow swirl of air brushed feather light over the plumped lips of her slick core. She was aching and tingling, but she kept her hands well away, letting the atmosphere and the nature of what she was doing stimulate her body. She could feel the soft breath of air that slid over her open lips. The slippery wetness of her pussy as it became more aroused, her tender lips gliding against each other as her mind floated, imagining all manner of things as she sat naked in the night. The thought that popped to the forefront of her wandering mind was of having a man – faceless in her mind – standing before her, leaning against the railing, tall and lean and as naked as she. A long thick cock alt yazılı porno in his hand, stroking it in time with the swing of her seat, bringing her pussy closer to his throbbing cock but never able to touch it. His heavy breathing an encouragement as he pushed his cock forward as she swung forward and drew it back when she swung back, fucking her through distant air, all hot and aching and wanting… but never touching, never satisfying that itch. Oh fuck! Emmy’s mind moaned. She could feel her body throb at the thought. If only! Her nipples had been hard knots of flesh from the moment she began thinking of getting naked and they pulled even tighter at her new thoughts. The crinkled buds ached to be touched, teased, tweaked! She wanted to just grab them and twist them in her grip, but she denied herself, instead sliding her hands up the outside of her legs to her knees, and then running her palms down along the inside of her thighs until she felt the taut tendons of her hamstrings. Her hands stopped and she gripped her inner thighs hard before starting to massage herself there. Pushing in and pulling out against the flesh of her legs, which in turn moved the outer labia of her pussy. Opening and closing them to the night, shifting them against each other, her pussy getting wetter by the minute, she could feel the dribble of slick fluid as it slid down the crack of her ass and trickled over her puckered bud. She bit her bottom lip and whimpered sucking in breath through her nose. She squeezed even harder at her thighs as she pulled her lips further open. God how she wished the atmosphere could grow firm and push inside her, the storm become embodied and thrust forward to savagely fill her, hard and fast, making her gasp and cry out in lusty wonder. She knew it was impossible of course but shit it made her fucking hot to think about it like that. She relented and let a hand glide lower. A single digit ran down one side of her puffy nether lips and then back up the other. It skimmed lightly over the top of her mound, not quite touching the top of her hairless slit before dropping down to repeat the process. Her breathing was getting haphazard, god she was hot! Emmy slowly became aware of soft music wafting into the night. It sounded kind of brassy, perhaps a saxophone. The music mellow and slow, with the odd discordant note thrown in, making it sound achingly melancholy and sexily sultry at the same time. Almost like the music was talking to the storm, talking to her and it seemed like the appropriate accompaniment to her current performance. She let the music seep into her, vaguely wondering where it was coming from. She kicked a leg forward and set herself swinging again. The soft rumble of far-off thunder reached her ears over the top of the soft music and Emmy’s eyes sprang open as she looked to the skies. The storm would be starting soon. She inhaled the thick ozone deeply, drawing it in like a drug as sweat trickled over every inch of her body, dripping down to mix with her sweet, aroused juices. Her fingers pressed harder against the outer lips of her hot, steamy pussy, but never went any further than that. She was aching so badly, she wanted nothing more than to drive her fingers inside her centre and ease that throb. She could feel the closeness of the air, inching across the fine hairs on her skin. The low, dense rumble of thunder primal and dark, the eerie sound of the saxophone in the night… God! Emmy thought. Emmy couldn’t resist. She slid her hands up her smooth belly and cupped her breasts. As her fingers found her tight nipples, lightning altyazılı sex izle arced across the distant heavens and the sharp flash caught her off guard making her jump. Instinctively her fingers clamped down hard on her crinkled buds and she gasped as sensation burned along her nerves and found a home in her throbbing clit. Her kegel muscles spasmed, pulling deeper into her body, wishing they had something hard and hot and throbbing to wrap around. Fuck, I wish I had a cock inside me right now! Emmy moaned inwardly. Hard and thrusting, thick and hot and pushing deep inside. Fuck! Oh God! And even as she thought it, she was fully aware that she was completely exposed to the world and that only heightened her need. What if someone could see her? What if someone was spying on her right now? Emmy’s mind jumped at the thought but she found her body only getting hotter. Emmy’s moan, low and wanting, reached her ears as her fingers restlessly tugged and squeezed at her tight nipples. Her hands pulped at her breasts and she chewed on her bottom lip as she felt each pulse rush down her torso and hit that throbbing bud between her legs. She was wet, slicked and dripping, her juices running almost freely down the crack of her ass. She rolled her hips in little circular motions, sliding the lips of her heated pussy against each other fractionally. Her heels were still planted on the edge of her swing seat, her yoga flexible body easy to twist into position. She constricted her inner muscles again and again, pulling them inward and up towards her navel, each time imagining that she was being invaded by a thick pulsing shaft of hot meat. The thoughts were enough to make her arch her back and Emmy’s hips rolled forward, the bottom edge of her slippery pussy grazing lightly against the cushions. That tiny bit of friction was the last straw as thunder rumbled loudly, making her jump and her hips jerk, mashing her open pussy against the cushion. Emmy slid her hand down her belly with purpose now. She needed to feel that release. The storm roiled over the top of her now. The lightning strikes bright, the thunder claps loud and heavy. Emmy could feel the vibration of the thunder tremble through her body with every second of sound as her hand dipped lower. Her nimble fingers danced over her flesh, stroking lightly at her supple skin in search of her ultimate pleasure button. She tormented herself first, gently rubbing her fingers along her wetted lips, teasing at the smooth plumpness of her nether region. She sucked in a breath as a thrill ran through her. Her pussy was practically drooling with hot need, and it was all Emmy could do not to dive right in. She stroked herself softly, slowly. She wanted to prolong the sensation for as long as she could. She had all night, she was in no hurry even though she felt the urgency. Lightning arced again, lighting the world – and Emmy – up for a brief second. She was almost completely lost in the moment, the sensations in her body bigger even than the storm. However, for some reason she noted that the music had stopped. She flicked that observation aside with a half formed thought of the musician not wanting to compete with the thunder. Had she been truly aware of her surroundings, Emmy would have heard the surprised squeak that had issued from the instrument at the point where the music stopped. Had she been capable of progressive thought, she’d have noted it as unusual and wondered at the cause. Had she even suspected that in the brief flash of light, two hazel eyes had been looking out the window and had seen her in all her naked glory, Emmy might have stopped and run into her house, alarmed and slightly embarrassed. Had she known… But Emmy was blissfully unaware and so she had no idea she was putting on such a sultry show for the musician standing in the window of his loft apartment, to the right of her backyard.
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