~ The Night of the Storm ~
by BooDoo



Disclaimer: For one of the authors, these characters were inspired by some "steamy" Uber stories, however, they are original, in that they are not "patterned" after any two specific women, living or dead, and any resemblance thereto is purely circumstantial...that's our story and we're stickin' to it...heh.

Sex/Language: Um, yeah...isn't that the point, after all??? It's steamy, too...definitely PWP-like, so don't chance reading it at work, unless you work in a liberal atmosphere, 'kay? Since this little ditty definitely contains sex between women, if you are under 18, we'd rather not be responsible for the consequences reading this might cause your person, and/or, if you find sex between women offensive, please go away. Feel free to come back when you are either older or more open minded.

Acknowledgements: Big, big thanks to our beta(s) Mish and Skippy, and of course, each other, and you, our marvelous readers...really, you are...not just kissin' up here...!!!

Feedback: Any and all constructive feedback welcome...please, please, please....... You can reach us at booanddoo@webtv.net. Thanks for reading!!! And, now, on with the show!!!

The rain was coming down in sheets, as the wind vibrated against the windows. At the desk, sat a small, green-eyed woman, strumming her fingers on the counter. The weather had kept the store's patrons down to a trickle, and she was bored. There was nothing she wanted to read on the internet, and none of her usual chat buddies were on-line, either. The streets were fairly deserted, and the parking lot to the shop was empty. Picking up the remote to the television, she began to flip through the channels.

"Nothing on here," she thought, as her mind went to where she would rather be. She knew her sweet, sexy wife was most likely already in bed. In her mind, she could see her stretched out in the bed they shared, and her body began to heat up, as she began to think about the activities they had shared earlier that day.

A moan came from her, as she looked at the clock on the computer and saw that she still had three hours left, before she could close the shop and head home to join her wife in bed. Just as she resigned herself to the fact that it would be a long, boring night, the bell jingled, as someone came through the door.

She glanced to her left, and her breath caught in her chest. A goddess in black was strutting towards her.

Too stunned to react, except for a small whimper that escaped her lips, she froze, as the vision walked behind the counter, and placed a light kiss upon her lips. Moving her aside, the goddess removed a set of keys from the drawer, and walked back towards the door. Her breath grew rapid, as she watched the vision in black lock the door. Long fingers then punched in the alarm code, on the pad. She gulped, as the dark-haired beauty turned and devoured her with a predatorial look.

Once she had her victim's full attention, she began to unbutton the black trenchcoat that hid her figure. Her prey's mouth began to water, as she released each button to reveal the costume underneath. The coat parted to expose a black leather corset, black leather thong, black fishnet stockings, and black leather thigh-high boots, with five-inch heels. Her eyes followed the statuesque woman, as she walked the length of the counter, dragging her blood-red nails along the glass surface. Reaching the end, she reached over the counter, causing her breasts to push up, her engorged nipples straining the material of the corset.

Long, talented fingers opened the glass door to the display case, and pulled out a package. Straightening back up, she locked her smoldering gaze with that of her quaking prey, turned, and strode towards the office. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing coming from the stunned victim behind the counter. She steadied her shaking legs, turned and followed her fantasy.

As the dark-haired beauty walked into the office, she recalled the look of wonder and amazement on the cute, green-eyed woman's face. With a sweep of her hand, she cleared the desk, then removed her trench coat, and laid it across the cold surface. Turning, she saw the other woman enter the room. She walked over to her prey, took her hand, and gently led her to the desk. Tenderly, yet passionately, she kissed the smaller woman, as she removed the clothing from her prize. She turned her around and began to place soft kisses on the back of her shaking victim's neck, removing the package from underneath her coat. Stepping back, the leather-clad woman opened the package and stepped into the harness, adjusting the buckles. She gently leaned the smaller woman forward, running her long, red fingernails up her victim's thighs. She further added to the torture by running her tongue up the smaller woman's back.

She reached down, feeling the hot, wet center of the shaking woman, in front of her. Realizing how aroused and ready she was, she took her prey slowly, allowing her inner walls to adjust to the size of her phallus. Reaching around to the front, the taller woman twisted and squeezed the smaller woman's rock hard nipples, as she plunged deep inside her. Hearing her victim moan and feeling her move to meet her thrusts, she started a rhythm that increased rapidly, as the two bodies moved together in their quest for release.

Leather front moved against bare back as they continued in their heated passion, until an explosion deep within their cores, brought them shared fulfillment. Collapsing onto the chair, she had placed behind them, the dark-haried woman pulled the green-eyed beauty down with her, wrapping long, strong arms around her still-shaking form. They remained on the chair, panting and gasping, the shorter one leaning into the tender embrace of the taller one.

When the leather-clad woman could finally speak, she said, "I couldn't sleep, baby, and you know what the rain does to me."





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