|Maggie...The Day After (standard:romance, 6591 words)|
|Author: Bob Kain||Added: Sep 27 2000||Views/Reads: 2601/1430||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The day after the storm. Better if you read Maggie...Is This Trip Really Necessary first.....|
Maggie...The Day After Morning light should have been streaming through the open window. Of course, the window wasn't open. Wasn't even really a window any longer. It was just a piece of glass with storm shutters closed over it. From what I could hear, it was a good thing, too. Wind, howling like banshees, was shaking the house and throwing who knows what against the aluminum siding. Sounded like a thousand boy scouts with their trusty knives were trying to poke and pry themselves inside our sanctuary. Torrential rain, which would have sounded great on the tin roof, had the wind allowed it to hit the roof, pounded relentlessly as the storm increased in its fury. It was absolutely not a safe place to be. So why was I lying there with a grin on my face, feeling so happy to be there? The place was North Carolina, the storm was hurricane Betty and the reason I was grinning and so happy was Maggie. She was lying alongside me, still sleeping, head resting on my chest, her right arm flung across me. Her long blonde hair was still damp in places from the drenching she had received while running to meet me the night before. A heavy, sensuous fragrance clung to the sheets, a mixture of Maggie's perfume, strawberry shampoo and the scent of sex. Inhaling deeply, I felt it rouse my senses and tantalize my body as it brought the memories of the previous night rushing back into my mind. Mags had led me upstairs to the guest-room of Lilly's home. A few candles had lit the way, preparation for the anticipated power outage. In the bedroom half a dozen more candles burned, casting a flickering, soft light along the walls and over the bed. A soft push on my shoulders bade me to sit at the edge of the bed, then she stepped back from me. Hazel eyes burned dark in the low light. The long, water soaked nightgown clung to her, accentuating her slim but curvy body. "You were going to show me something?" I asked quietly. Slowly, she pulled her left arm free of her nightgown, then just as slowly, the right. Pulling down at the waist, her body undulating ever so slightly, she slithered out of the gown. I sat transfixed, not yet quite believing what was happening, watching as her body appeared to me inch by inch, until finally the negligee dropped to the floor at her feet. "Do you like what you see? Is it what you imagined?" she whispered, then walked slowly to the bed. My eyes wandered over her. Her supple body swayed seductively as she moved closer. In the candlelight she seemed even more beautiful than I had remembered, like a vision floating toward me. Two arms reached for me, fingers brushed gently down my face as she lowered her head and kissed me softly, the warmth of her lips spreading through my own. In my mind now, the rest of the night was a blur. We had set each other on fire. At times our passion had matched or outdone the ferocity of the storm, each of us intent on giving more and more pleasure to the other. It had been lovemaking like I had never known; fiercely physical at one moment, soft and loving the next. Muffled screams gave way to whispered promises of love, which in turn gave way to soft moans and pleadings for more. It was a night that would be difficult to match. A sane man might have thought it best to say it couldn't get any better than that and drive off into the sunset. But, a sane man wouldn't have been there in the first place. I had to be a little crazy to have driven half the night through blinding rain so that I could join Maggie in her attempt to ride out this hurricane. Now, after spending one night with her, I was more than a little crazy. I was completely taken with this woman, having surrendered my soul to her in a matter of just a few hours. There would be no driving off into the sunset. Then again, the way this hurricane was sounding, we may not see another sunset. Warm lips brushing my neck brought me back from my musings. "Mmm, Good morning," Mags purred, as a very warm hand slid slowly up my thigh. "Good morning. How you feeling?" I replied, turning my head to give her a light kiss on the forehead. Her hand came from under the sheet and Click here to read the rest of this story (573 more lines)
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