Thunderstorm Rendevous

I dedicate this story to Paz, Topaz, Deevah thanks guys for the reviews. :-). To the Eve Vaughn loop thanks for the feedback on Chapter 5. And Sierra Dafoe for those pics of the yummy stable hands. Forest Rangers beware. lol. Hugs to all. I hope you like the first chapter. Sorry no links, tv or music recommendations. lol. Warning adult content, sexual situations and language.



Chapter 1

Calla sat in the window seat watching the rain lash the windows. Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning flashed. Shivers of excitement and arousal ran through her. As a child she always loved thunderstorms. She would always turn off all the lights in her room and sit in front of the window as the world became flashes of light and loud, earth shaking roars. As an adult storms like the one sounding above her took a new sexier meaning. She could still remember having sex with her then boyfriend Bobby in the backseat of his car. As the earth shook and lightning flashed, he plunged in and out of her. It almost felt like the storm was with her not Bobby. Bobby, she thought sourly. Looking back that was the only exciting thing they had ever done together. She could still remember walking in on him and Cheerleading Bimbo Barbie and two of his other teammates. The sight of him deep in Barbie’s ass while one of his team mates deep in her pussy and her deep throating another player. Fighting the urge to vomit she ran from the room and hurled in the bushes near the entrances of the Frat House. Thank god everyone thought she was still hung over from the Frat party the night before and not what she had just witnessed. Bobby had come by her dorm room the next day and told her it was over because she refused to give him what he wanted, a foursome apparently. She was happy to be rid of him.

Any guy who would cheat on her wasn’t worth her time. And it did help that after he went pro and became a superstar receiver that a sex tape of him and two of his teammates and three cheerleaders for the team was leaked. The laughs she and her friends got while watching it was priceless. She did feel bad for the team and the scandal it caused them. But she could have warned them about his tendencies to like multiple partners at the same time. She wasn’t sure what was funnier watching him try to explain his way out of the scandal or his pop star girlfriend going on Oprah tearfully recounting his sexual desire for more people in their bed.

As the storm rolled over head she felt the stirrings of arousal. She needed a man, it had been far too long. A vibrator was no substitute for a living breathing man between her legs. She glanced up as footsteps approached her. The bed and breakfast she was staying at, at first had been a roadside pit stop, before she headed over to the beach house her best friend Nora was renting. Poor Martie was still in the city dealing with an irritating investor in her lingerie store. Calla shook her head, how shy, sweet, blush at the word fuck, Martie could own a lingerie store was something both she and Nora still wondered about. Martie always blushed when passing by a lingerie store. She was always covering up her body, despite her wonderful hourglass figure and flawless chocolate skin. Nora had for years, tried to get her to model for her, but Martie staunchly refused.

While Martie was shy, quiet cautious, Nora was loud brash and impulsive. An up and coming photographer whose pictures were soon going to be in magazines such as Vogue and Cosmo, Nora was proud of her body, she may not have the curves, but she had an athletic build with long, lean legs that went for miles and perfect golden skin. A gift from her mixed heritage of having a Chinese father and African American mother. Her two best friends were as different as night and day and Calla loved them both dearly.

And now she was stuck in a bed and breakfast waiting for the storm to pass so she could get to the beach house. Nora had invited some hot, male models to keep them company for the weekend. It would be only two women and six men. Calla liked those odds. Candlelight lite up her face as Trace Morgan the stable master and caretaker of the bed and breakfast while the owners attended a wedding stood in front of her. The power was out and the only light they had was from the candles and the fire roaring in the fireplace. "Your room is ready, unless you’d like to stay down here and watch the storm?"His voice vibrated through her. His voice was deep with a hint of an accent she couldn’t place. "I’ll stay down here."She said, blushing. Why the hell was she blushing? Just because a hot guy with a sexy deep voice spoke to her didn’t mean she should be blushing. "Would you like company?"Just then a particularly loud clap of thunder sounded and she jumped and grabbed his arm. Candle wax spilled onto her exposed skin, burning her. She hissed in pain. "Hold on there, I’ll go get the first aid kit."He hesitated, because she hadn’t let go of his arm, she could feel the strong hard muscles underneath her fingers. "Oh, sorry."She let go, feeling a bit bereft when she did.

He placed the candle holder on a nearby table and disappeared into the darkness. She looked down at her arm, from the dim light given off by the candle she could see a few drops of candle wax on her skin. They looked very pale against her café colored skin. It didn’t take Trace long before he returned with the First Aid kit. "Why don’t you sit down?"He suggested gently. She sat down in the plush window seat and let him attended to her burns. He was gentle and careful. Calla inhaled the scent of his cologne and shampoo. She had been so busy absorbing his warmth and presence and staring at his head that she didn’t realize he was done. He looked up at her smiling, green eyes sparkling, making her stomach tighten with desire. She fought the urge to squirm. He had beautiful jade eyes and ink black hair that fell just past his shoulders. Seeing all that hair made her think of seeing his head between her thighs as he ate her pussy and her grabbing handfuls of it. She clenched her thighs together and smiled back, nervously. If she wasn’t careful she could find herself jumping on him and begging him to fuck her. Based on what she felt when she had grabbed his arm, she could just imagine that the rest of him was as hard and strong as his arm.

She looked away and back out the window. "You like the storm outside don’t you?"He asked as he packed up the kit and collected the wrappers from the band aids he’d used. She swallowed his voice was low, almost husky. When she didn’t respond he said, "I think storms are sexy, the more powerful the better."She looked down at him, he was looking up at her, his jade eyes darker and filled with heat. His gaze dropped down to her chest, her nipples shown through her tank top and she could have smacked herself for not wearing a bra. But it had been too hot and she had been getting sweaty from all the humidity and heat in the air. She clenched her thighs harder, trying to quell the ache between her legs, but it didn’t help. Her clit was demanding attention and her cunt was contracting, aching to be filled, by something hard and hot. She blushed and tried to look away. He couldn’t possible want her, no this is just a daydream, she was really asleep. She told herself and when he turned away she nodded to herself, just her imagination. He returned with a tall glass. "Some water, you look hot."

The glass was filled with water and ice all the way up to the brim. It looked like it was going to spill over. He didn’t hand it too her, instead he dropped to his knees before her and her breath caught in her throat. This is a dream, yup a dream, not real. She wanted to shake her head and smack herself but she didn’t. He picked out a large ice cube from the glass. Water dripped onto the floor, he rubbed the ice against his lips and then lifted it to her, she was confused as to what he wanted to do with it. He brought the ice to her lips and brushed them with it. She gasped. "Lick the ice."He said, it was soft command. One she couldn’t resist. The ice was melting and cold against her lips. She did as he asked, she gave the ice a slow lick, even brushing the tip of her tongue to his finger tips.

He brushed the ice against her lips again, across her jaw and down her throat. "You looked hot, I thought I would help you cool off."He said simply as he watched the path he made with the ice cube that was slowly melting. Small drops of ice water fell on her tank top. She shivered not only at the feeling of the ice on her bare skin but also at the way he was looking at her. Such concentration, it was like she was the only person in the whole world he wanted to look at. She gasped when the ice was placed against a nipple. Her nipple hardened painfully. He slowly circled the cube around her tightened nub, the ice water soaking her shirt.

He transferred the ice to the other aching peak and then up to the collar, rubbing it across her bare skin, water soaking her shirt and slipping between her breasts. When the ice had melted he reached for another one. He took the new cube and ran it up and down her throat and across her collarbone and shoulders. "Such beautiful skin."Goose pimples had risen on her flesh and she couldn’t understand how he could find her skin so beautiful. But didn’t comment, if only he would dump that ice water in her lap perhaps it would help stop the heat wave between her legs. Her clit ached so much and her vagina kept clenching on an emptiness that she longed to fill. She licked her lips. "Why are you doing this?"She asked, her voice husky with arousal. He looked up at her, his eyes so dark, she couldn’t tell that they were green anymore.

"I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you on the road, pulling into the driveway. The minute you stepped out of the car, I knew I wanted you and had to have you."He said, she clenched her thighs harder. No one had ever spoken to her like that. She believed him. "You want me. I can see that. And tonight while this storm rages on I’m going to fuck you, until you can’t stand. Until the only thing you can do is curl up by my side and let me hold you. You and I are going to use everyone bedroom in this bed and breakfast."He smiled wickedly. "But what about the owners, when they come back . . ."She said. He held up a hand, "They don’t come back until Tuesday."She nearly fainted, this gorgeous man was intending on fucking her until Tuesday, suddenly a weekend at the beach house with Nora didn’t seem so fun.

He pulled up her tank top and swirled the ice around her navel and then up. Her breasts were no longer covered and he brushed the ice between her breasts. Lightning flashed and she saw his features, rugged and chisled, and so full of concentration. She tugged the shirt up and over her head. He looked up and smiled at her. He reached into the glass and took out another cube. "Lie down."He said. She scooted down to the floor and lay down. He dripped the water on her overheated skin and then brought the cube down and used it to tease and taunt her. "Such beautiful tits, I can’t wait to suck them."She shivered and gasped as he ran the ice cube over the crests and underside of her breasts and then her aching nipples. He continued to cover her breasts and nipples with the melting ice cube. Until there was nothing left.

He set the glass down and reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. The storm raged overhead and all that could be heard inside the room was her heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire. He pulled off her sneakers and sock and then removed her jeans. He didn’t take off her underwear. He just looked down at them and smiled, they were bikini style with pastel polka dots on them. She wished they were something sexier, but all thought stopped when he took an ice cube and ran them over the cotton. Her hips rose and she automatically spread her legs. The material became soaked and she became more aroused. He used one hand to move one of her legs further to the side, once he had her the way he wanted her, he dripped the cold water on the crotch of her panties and she moaned. She was on fire, she felt the water hitting the material should have become steam. "You smell so good, I can’t wait to taste you."With those words he placed the ice cube directly on her clit. She gasped, her hips rose off the floor. He worked the cube like he would his finger, in circles, the material was so soaked with ice water. Contractions started in her womb. "Oh, god!"He put more pressure on clit and increased the pace. "I. . . I."

She couldn’t finish the sentence, she knew what she wanted but she couldn’t complete the thought. He understood her and moved her panties to the side and plunged his fingers into her sopping wet pussy. First one, then two, then three, stretching her to her limit. He plunged his fingers in and out of her as he massaged what was left of the ice cube against her clit. Her orgasm exploded and she came on a scream. Trace waited until the contractions ended and removed his fingers from her flesh and slipped them into his mouth sucking and licking them clean. The ice cube had melted and her panties were soaked with her cream and water. He slipped them off of her smiled, looking down at her body. He looked at her like she was a feast he was ready to devour.