It was late fall and had still been very warm, but a cold front had been slowly approaching throughout the day. The rain had started earlier in the day, but now it was almost midnight when the storm had finally reached. The wind had picked up and the entire sky was alive with the lightening and loud thunder; Mother Nature was making her presence known and she sounded angry. The woman had not gone to bed yet and was lighting candles after the electricity went out. She had put on her small radio so that she could listen to the storm reports. She wasn’t scared or nervous as she enjoyed watching the storms, for some reason they seemed to release a built up energy in her and calmed her.
She had closed only the windows that the rain was coming in, wanting to allow the fresh cool smell the storm brought into the house. Wearing her white robe with just panties underneath, she went out onto the front porch to watch the storm. She was protected by the roof that covered the porch and she leaned against the brick house with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her robe, just looking up at the sky. Although it was dark on the street with the electricity out, the lightening was bright and continuous where she could still see if anyone was around or even outside like she was.
Usually she never saw anyone come out during the storms, but she would see people once in awhile look out their window. She wasn’t sure if they could see her, but that didn’t matter to her. She had a good idea of what they thought about her being out there during the storm and she didn’t let that bother her either. She even laughed to herself, knowing that they probably were wondering why she was rarely out and when she was it usually was during the storms. She wondered if anyone of them had ever come out during a storm and watched the beauty of one and all the emotions it could stir in a person.
She was suddenly thrown off balance with her thoughts as she saw the neighbor across the street come out his front door and lean against a post that held up the small roof in front of his door. He didn’t have a front porch as she did, only a small entryway to his front door. It was enough for him to be outside and protected from the storm. When the lightening flashed, she noticed he was not looking up at the sky. Although she couldn’t see his face, she could tell he was looking at her. She didn’t let his presence disturb her and she continued to watch the storm, glancing at him once in awhile.
She hadn’t seen him around much, but that didn’t say anything as no one saw her around much either. He also had only moved in several months ago and she knew it was most likely temporary. She had lived there for several years and had seen many people move in and out of that house along with several others on the block. It was an expensive area to live in, but unfortunately the job situation in the area made it difficult for people to stay. This was the first time that a family hadn’t moved in, just the man. At first she had thought that maybe his family would be coming later, but as of now, it still was just him.
The sky flashed again, bolder and angrier this time, bringing a cold wind with it. She felt a shiver run through her body as the wind picked up making the bottom of her robe beat against her as it opened and closed exposing her rather short legs, as she was not tall by no means. She still remained undisturbed, aware that he could probably see this, but again not bothered by that. She saw that he now moved to lean against the other post putting him in a better position to see a frontal view of her instead of just the side of her. She grinned, still knowing he couldn’t see her expression, and yet knowing he could see her nicely shaped legs and the contour of her well-proportioned body.
The rain and wind had both picked up and the temperature had already gotten much cooler, but it felt good to her. She already was beginning to feel the storm releasing the energy inside her and she was starting to relax. She leaned her head against the brick and closed her eyes sighing softly. The wind gusts had now pushed her robe open enough to separate and the belt had become very loose. She knew he was watching and when lightening flashed he could see her robe open down the middle exposing her naked breasts slightly. He would also see that all she had on was the white panties underneath. She remained leaning with her eyes closed, letting the wind have its way with her robe, and making the rain sting slightly feeling it as it blew against her body.
After a short time, her body shivers again and she opens her eyes. She sees that the man is still watching her, almost waiting to see what the storm will do to her next or what she will do. The belt of the robe has now come undone hanging down and the robe is completely open. Her thoughts have moved from the storm to this man who is watching and her body is no longer calm from the storm, but excited. As much as the wind and rain have put a chill on her body, she is warmed by her thoughts of him watching her. With her hands still in the pockets of her robe, she knows she could have kept the robe closed at anytime.
She takes her right hand from the pocket taking hold of one end of the belt and slowly wipes of the raindrops that have fallen on her face. She lets the belt drop and just with her hand she moves slowly across her breasts and down her belly as if massaging in the rain. She notices the man who has remained motionless, now runs his hand across the front of his pants before putting it in his pocket. She runs her hand slowly up and down the front of her panties, reveling in the sensation this has created. The man has stooped down now positioning himself possibly for a better view.
She is imagining that he has walked across the street and standing in front of her dripping wet from the rain. She closes her eyes again and runs her hand across her breasts slowly circling her nipples that are not only erect from the cold rain, but also from her touch. As a lightening flashes and a loud clap of thunder is heard, she imagines that his hand has replaced hers massaging the rain into her breasts, circling her nipples. She imagines his tongue licking the rain from her neck and down the middle of her chest. She runs her hand down her belly and when she brushes it lightly against the outside of her panties, her body arches slightly. She imagines it is his hand that is softly caressing the outside of her panties, pressing them firmly against her pussy now and then.
The storm is beginning to die down and the temperature continues to drop. The wind is beginning to calm and the rain has become just a drizzle. The streetlight has finally gone back on, but she is still just a shadow on the porch as she is not directly where the light hits, although she is still visible to him as if the lightening were continuous. Her eyes open and she sees that he is still stooped down and still watching. The streetlight has not helped her to see him as much as it has helped him.
She watches openly at him, not knowing whether he can see the expression of pleasure on her face or not. She moves her hand; now reaching inside her panties and softly caresses the softness of her cleanly shaven and awaiting pussy. She imagines it is his hand inside her panties, stroking and caressing her, making her extremely wet and warm. She imagines it is his fingers that are exploring her, teasing her. Her other hand now begins to caress her breasts as she imagines her hand to be his tongue, kissing and licking at her nipples. She continues watching him and with several fingers she pushes them deep inside her, imagining they are his and at that instant her body arches and she moans so softly, she doubts he has heard her.