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I smiled as I listened to
the news that the weather that had been threatening rain all day
would indeed come to pass. The reporter announced that the normally
dry Arizona sky would explode into a passing thunderstorm by
nightfall. I began playing over my plans, making sure I did not
forget anything that would make this night perfect.
I stopped at a florist and
purchased a dozen, long-stem roses. I wrote the accompanying note
and paid to have the vase full of flowers delivered to Collette at work
before she left for the day. I continued running errands, buying the
items I needed for this night to unwind as I had plColletted. I kept my
eye on the sky, watching as the clear blue sky was slowly replaced
by darkening clouds. So far, so good, I reasoned.
The florist arrived at
four-thirty, the huge vase of white roses, adorned with baby’s
breath leading the way. He inquired as to the location of Collette’s
office, and with directions given he delivered the flowers.
The vase was large, green
in tint. The flowers stood proudly, in full bloom. The baby’s breath
provided perfect companionship to the blossoming roses. The green
stems blended subtly as they descended into the wide opening of the
vase.
The deliveryman offered
the roses to Collette who accepted them with a smile. She glanced around
the office and blushed with pride at the envious stares of her
co-workers. Collette placed the vase on her desk as the deliveryman
departed. She stood up and pressed her nose into the bloom. She
inhaled the fragrance, her hands softly caressing the delicate
petals.
Collette picked up the note
and tore open the tiny envelope. She read the note, hand written in
my neat script:
My dear sweet Collette,
I have made all the arrangements. Your pleasure awaits. I look
forward to seeing you this evening. Until tonight,
Yours,
Dennis
Collette read the note again,
her curiosity climbing. Arrangements? She knew she would get no more
work done for the remaining few minutes of the day, her mind
spinning as she pondered the evening and the plans that were made.
She sighed as her brain ran through the myriad options that were
like open doors. Mostly hiding the rooms that they protected, but
still revealing enough to tease.
She began cleaning up her
desk, the weekend minutes away.
I placed another note
under her windshield wiper, her name written in large, print
letters. With the next note in place I made my way to the field to
prepare for her arrival.
Collette exited the building
and walked across the hot tarmac to her car. She glanced up at the
darkening sky, the clouds turning dark. A strong breeze twisted her
skirt about her legs, flapping heavily. She saw the piece of paper
fluttering in the heavy breeze, held tautly by the rubber of the
windshield wiper. With a smile she pulled the paper from its
protective embrace. Smiling broadly she read the note:
My beautiful Collette,
I am waiting for you. Meet me at the Hop Yard. Tonight is for
you.
Dennis
Collette folded the piece of
paper and put it in her small purse. She grabbed her keys and
unlocked her car. Starting the engine she smiled again, anticipation
growing. She found her nipples growing hard as her excitement
towards the upcoming evening grew. A throaty purr escaped her lips
as her mind wandered with thoughts of the approaching night.
A few sprinkles of rain
fell from the sky and ran down in lazy rivulets along the
windshield. Collette put her car in gear and began the forty-five minute
drive to the beautiful park on the outskirts of town.
The sky wept, soft drops
of rain falling, hinting of things to come. The Arizona sky was hot,
the air balmy. The threatening thunderstorm feeding off the heat. A
low rumble echoed off the plains, growing closer. I pulled a
portable radio out of my truck and carried it with me to the
clearing I had chosen. Thunder rolled again, loud in my ears. I set
my supplies down and made another trip, my preparations almost
complete.
I glanced at my wrist,
noting the time. Ten minutes and Collette would arrive. I smiled.
Collette turned the wipers off
again, the soft rain misting the windows slowly and only an
occasional sweep of the wipers necessary to clear her vision. She
made her way quickly to the recreation area. She turned onto the
paved road, the sign marking her arrival. Welcome to Arizona Spring
Hop Yard, State Recreation Park. Another whisper sweep of the wipers
and the road was clear again.
Tall trees lined the road,
climbing to the heavens. They were swaying in the heavy, building
wind. The pavement ended at a wide parking lot. To the left sat a
rustic, log building that served as the ranger’s station. The
station was empty; no visitors were expected during the off season.
Collette parked her car next to mine.
The trees waved in the
wind, bending, dancing in the warm air. The fallen leaves skirted
along the pavement, slipping in melodic, calming tones. The sound
danced in the air, heavy with the scent of the impending storm. The
scent of ozone, heavy and strong, filled the air. A smell of erotic
tension, a smell of power, a wonderful scent.
She exited the car. She
pulled off her dark blazer and set it on the driver’s seat. She
locked the car and walked along the dirt path I had indicated with a
soft strip of cloth. Collette followed the path, watching the leaves
dance across the dirt trail. The trees sang a song of passion, their
limbs rubbing sensuously against each other’s; whispers and
moans.
The trees provided a
canopy, blocking out the waning light. The path seemed dark, casting
dancing shadows in the dirt. The trees swayed, dropping leaves that
joined the swirling pile that littered the ground. Collette walked
through the forest, her nostrils savoring the strong smell of the
impending storm.
Another turn at a marked
trail and she exited the cover of the trees to stand at the edge of
a large field. She walked slowly, approaching my position. I saw her
as she emerged from the trees, and smiled broadly. She was her, the
sky was dark, the thunder still echoing as the storm grew closer.
Small drops of rain, warm
on my skin fell from the sky. I watched as Collette approached, standing
up to wrap my arms around her soft body. She hugged me back, our
embrace warm and comfortable. The rain began to build, falling in
more incessant streaks.
I pushed my index finger
against my mouth and pulled away from the soft arms of Collette. I
reached under the plastic cover I had used to protect the radio and
turned it on. Gentle music echoed across the plain and I stood to
take Collette in my arms. I gripped her hand and together we began to
sway in the rain, the music guiding our motions. The rain began to
fall in sheets, harder and warm.
Collette purred happily as the
water saturated her white blouse. I could see the soft lace of her
bra as her shirt became plastered to her body. Our clothes became
wet as the falling rain began dropping harder. We danced in the
rain, the sky turning darker as the thunderheads rolled closer. Loud
thunder echoed an accompanying beat to the music that drifted from
the radio’s speaker.
We danced in the rain,
enjoying each other’s embrace. Our lips merged and we kissed the
rain water pouring down over our bodies. The music faded from our
ears as the trees that swayed in the forest behind us moved faster,
rubbing heavily. The thunderstorm descended and the sky erupted as
the warm water crashed heavily. The plastic covering the radio
popped loudly as the rainwater fell.
We danced together, now
swaying to the sound of the storm instead of the music. Our bodies
waved together, soft and warm. Collette broke our kiss, and stepped
back. She reached behind her and let her hair down, pulling the
black scrunchie from her hair. She shook her head allowing her hair
to rest heavily on her shoulders. Her hair was matted to her back,
dripping water that ran down the soaked fabric of her blouse.
She began to undress,
commanding me to do the same with a sultry glance of her dark brown
eyes. I smiled as I began to strip out of my clothes. Collette pulled
her blouse out of her skirt and began to unbutton it. She pulled the
blouse apart and tore it off her shoulders. She dropped the cloth to
the wet ground, resting it on the green grass of the empty
plain.
I stripped off my clothes,
reveling in the warm water that caressed my now naked body. Collette
finished pulling off her skirt and blouse. She looked beautiful
standing in her bra and panties in the raging storm. Lightning
flashed and thunder boomed; the power of the storm voicing its
contentment. Collette smiled and reached behind her back to unfasten her
brassiere. She pulled the lace off her shoulders and bared her
breasts to the roaring wind and falling rain. She pushed her fingers
into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her shapely
legs.
We stood together, nude in
the rain, enjoying the warm, caressing water as it fell from the
dark sky. The trees behind us shook violently as the wind picked up.
Stepping toward me, Collette took me in her arms and we began to dance
again. The trees our orchestra, the storm our conductor, the rain
our audience. Together we dance, our naked bodies pressing against
one another.
Collette kissed me, her
fingers pulling my hair. She gripped the hair at the base of my neck
and pulled my hair. She pulled until my head was pointing towards
the dark sky, the rain falling into my closed eyes. She lowered her
mouth to my throat and licked the dancing ball of my Adam’s apple.
She kissed my neck and
then began to sink to her knees, pulling me with her. We dropped to
the ground, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. My hands
caressed her body, rubbing her breasts. Our mouths locked, our
tongues probing into the warm cavern of the other’s mouth.
The warm water fell from
the sky as we made love under the cascading flow of the rain. The
thunder accentuated our passion, pounding our desire, pushing us
towards completion. We lay together under the driving rain, our
desire sated, our passions complete. The rain continued to fall as
we lay on the ground, holding hands.
The storm raged overhead
as we looked up at the falling rain, and flashing light.
The night was perfect, my
plan complete. |