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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.

   Dryad ****************************************************************
The Storm (MF, Rom)

   The thunder cracked.  She rushed out ahead of him, pealing off her wet
t-shirt as she ran.  Will ran out of the car, yelling at her to get back in
the car.  As she turned to him, the lukewarm rain running rivulets down her
exposed chest, he stopped mid-sentence.  She turned and continued running
into the middle of the open field.  He shook his head, grinned and ran
after her.

   He caught up with her midfield, the lightening brightening the night
sky, giving him the light he needed to see her.  Dora squirmed out of her
wet cut-offs, yanking at Will's own shirt.  He gratefully ditched it,
breaking all land speed records in undressing.  Their wet bodies clung
together, finally finding each other.  Their kisses were urgent, pressing,
electric.  When they finally separated, Dora spoke up.

   "You know...we're just asking for God to strike us down."

   "Well, you know what they always say...when you are out in a field
during a storm, get as close to the ground as possible," he replied with a
wink.

   They sank into the verdant grass, rolling around each other.  Will
released her mouth, moved lower, and sucked in a moist nipple.  She
squealed at the feeling of warm in contrast the cool rain.  Their bodies
pressed together, Dora's fingernails bit into Will's back.  Her body
undulated against his, begging him to stop the teasing.  The rain grew
heavier, and the lightening brightened the sky more insistently, in tempo
with their lovemaking.

   Will entered her body just as a lightening strike hit a tree on the edge
of the large field.  The strike shook the ground, energized the air all
around them.  Fear could not overtake their passion.  Dora thrust herself
against Will, pressing him deeper and deeper into her, close to her own
completion.  She shrieked into the storm, her body as tempestuous as the
elements.  Will leaned low, and began kissing her wildly, teasing her
tongue as his shaft teased her center.  Moaning frantically, closing in on
exploding herself, she squirmed beneath him, begging for release.  He
answered in kind, pounding his body against hers, moaning in pleasure as he
exploded inside her.

   He rolled slightly to one side, held her in the rain, watching the
lightening cross the sky, sighing in delight.

   "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She whispered still breathing heavily, her
fingers tracing idle designs on his chest.

   He nodded, holding her close, his own exciting Storm, as the rain cooled
their heated bodies.

   Copyright Dryad 2002 (gbbjg@yahoo.com) /~Dryad