I am standing outside watching the storm roll in, the havoc and chaos it promises to bring, along with the sheer beauty of all that will play out. I cast my thoughts aside, breathing in the freshness of all that this weekend promises.

My nerves relaxing under the pressure of my deeper breaths, I fall away from the thoughts that plague me, and close my eyes. My robe opens under the strength of the wind, my body in full view of the world, if they cared to see. His voice somehow rolls through the wind gaining my attention, I turn to find him staring at me with his eyes wide and in shock. Essentially I am naked, standing in the open air, under the weight of the storm and completely natural in the moment. Rain starts to pelt me, I am careless to where it lands, uncaring that the rain is cold against my skin. I laugh, boldly laugh, and soak up the feel of my wet body with my hands. I tease him, knowing he is wanting me to come back inside, I find my clit and rub the greedy slickness until his face transforms into jealous anger.

He calls for me again, and again I laugh. He opens the glass door, sticking his hand out and points for me to follow, but I refuse. This storm is raging through me, electrifying my skin, I shed the robe off my shoulders and turn around, allowing my breasts to fully face the railing and anyone who looked up, and pose my ass wide and spread for him to enter.

He curses watching me slip my fingers in my holes, watching the greedily way I fuck myself for his view. I know how I look, the way I feel, the excitement, the rush of it all. I know deep down his cock is throbbing to punish me with a fervid fucking. I know that in this moment he has regained the strength to fuck me harder than he did this morning.

The way he shoves his cock back into me, I know the punishment for teasing him will be the enjoyment of my day, the way his balls hit my wet cunt, and the way his base pounds against my ass, I know that the storm rolling through us, is bigger than the one playing out over us.

I grip the railing, forcing my stance to stay wide, needing not just the ravaged way in which he is fucking me but the deeper onslaught of being completely on edge with the excitement of it all, cumming harder because of it. He asks me where, and its as if the rain answers my thoughts, I pull away, kneel, close my eyes and let his seed rain down all over me.