It was a cloudy late afternoon, humidity rising, sweaty foreheads, and far away rumbling was heard, coming closer and closer. The sun had resigned itself to stay hidden away behind the swirling dark clouds, and fate was left to run its course, good or bad.
She left me on the porch to witness mother nature. I could hear her inside the kitchen, the clinks of the metal spoon against the glass pitcher, and realized that I would soon be served a heaping glass of cold ice tea. A refreshing thought indeed, and as she opened the screen door, I noticed her fingers were wrapped firmly around the spoon, swirling the ice tea around the glass, looking at me, her smile indicative of her comforting hospitality.
She had piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, and her short jean skirt made her legs seem as thought they would never end. Her pink Chicago Bears shirt with the 00 number over her chest stood out sensually with each 0 placed perfectly over each breast. The wind blew hard enough to excite her and she may not have even realized it, but I did. I tried not to let her know, and glanced quickly, my eyes caught up in a ritualistic dance of naughty peeking.
She sat next to me on the porch step, and for a moment, as her leg brushed up against mine. I felt a rushing tingling sensation, and in that moment my mind was suspiciously blind to the coming fury of wind and rain. A chill ran up me, colder than her tasty ice tea, and I realized that nature and passion would combine on this stormy late afternoon, and I would be an actor in this romance of destiny.
The calm before the storm heightened our senses, as we sat together, our eyes falling deeper into each others thoughts. The leaves on the tree were now still, and her hair, long and shiny, no longer blowed precariously in the wind. A premonition suddenly popped into my mind, strange and sweet. Not understanding why, and wanting to dismiss it, I could not. It was too strong a vision, and I had to accept it as true, and so I waited.
I looked down at her loving hand, perched on the front stoop, and had a sudden urge to rub my hand over hers. As soon as our hands touched, a violent streak of lightening broke overhead, unleashing a thunderous crackle so loud, I didn't even hear her shriek as she jumped instinctively into my lap, her arms clutched tightly around my neck, her head on my chest, her legs dangling over my knees.
Her blue jean skirt swayed sexily as the wind came back to life, and the leaves again danced, and her hair now bounced to every whim the stormy winds now brought. Her frightened state had her chest heaving with deep breaths, and again I peeked down to see her breasts, fixated by their beauty, the up and down, the 2 pointy ripples mesmerizing me. Look away! Look away!
I looked away and gazed at the menacing clouds that approached. I looked back down at her and I noticed how thick and luscious her lips really were. Her eyes were closed, and her grip around my body was tight and unrelenting, and I knew now I would be her protector.
I would have to hold her close to me, and shield her from the indiscriminate lightening strikes, the fierce winds, and blowing rains. I lowered my head down softly next to hers, and looked up to the sky and witnessed the forces massing around us, and realized that yes, the premonition I had earlier was now coming to fruition.
End Part 1... Part 2 tomorrow.
