Texas Thunder

by R. Casteel

  “I was starting to get dressed when I received a phone call from the lobby that they had delivered the corsages to the wrong room. When I knocked on Shannon’s door, it swung open. Jeff, my fiancé was in the shower.

  “I was so hurt I ran out with nothing but the clothes you found me in. I didn’t stop to think, I just ran. I drove around without a clue as to where I was or where I was going. I found myself on your mountain when the snow hit. I tried to make it down but the roads were so covered, I couldn’t make the turn.

  “I realize why Shannon did what she did. That was the only way I would realize what a two-timing jerk he was.”

  Cynthia looked up and smiled. “If she hadn’t seduced him, I would be married to the creep and I would never have met you.”

  Charles didn’t know what to say, so he answered her the same way she had in the hot tub. He kissed her.

  Sometime later Charles realized it had gotten colder. He got up to tend the fire. The blaze they had started earlier took less time to rekindle than the one in the fireplace.

  Cynthia was doubtful the passion would consume her as before, but under his very capable tutorage, she was soon burning out of control.

  His mouth was covering her with kisses. Nothing escaped his sensuous touch. She never knew that having her feet kissed and her toes suckled could create such a wild gambit of emotions. If this were all a dream, she hoped she would never wake up.

  “Don’t…” she moaned, “make me wait.”

  Charles made his way up her body with slow, light caresses. Pausing at her hips, he placed a kiss between her legs. She felt the heat of his breath on her sensitive inner flesh.

  Frustrated with the slowness of his progress, she wrapped her legs around his chest and twisted. The element of surprise on his face at her being on top of him caused her to laugh.

  “My turn.” She slid down his chest until she felt his shaft poking her. “Oops. Wrong hole.” Reaching between their bodies, she guided his length into her wetness that was already pulsating in eager anticipation.

  She sat up, straddling his hips. His deep penetration of her body caused a sigh to escape from her lips. Placing his hands on her breast, she began to rock back and forth.

  “Oh, Yes.” Riding him gave her a heady feeling. She was in control.

  The faster she rocked against him, the higher she climbed passion’s ladder to the stars.

  Collapsing on his chest, she took his mouth in an open, hungry kiss as her body shook with the force of their combined release.

  As Cynthia drifted off to sleep, a thought made her smile. Maybe it will snow again.

  As he lay beside her while she slept, the weight of what he had done began to sink in. She had been so passionate. He had seen the wonder of it in her eyes, and heard the low breathless moans as her body moved with his.

  It didn’t matter that she had invited him to take her. He had always been taught to be the one in control, to be responsible for what goes on. Now here was a new weight of responsibility upon him. As he drifted off to sleep with Cynthia in his arms and their legs intertwined, he wondered if he was ready for it.

  The morning dawned sharp and clear across the valley. They woke early considering the night’s activities. The house was cold. Charles got up and built up the fire. He came back to the bed and jumped in.

  Cynthia looked at him and noticed his expression. “What’s the matter?”

  “The situation we find ourselves in is pretty grave,” he stated. “We’re completely snowed in. There is no power; that means no water, nothing in the kitchen will work, no lights and I have no idea when we will have power. All we have for heat is the fireplace and that wasn’t designed to heat the house by itself.”

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” Cynthia sat up in bed and looked Charles in the eye. “We have each other, and we have warm clothes. All the water we need is right outside the door and any food we need to cook can be cooked in the fireplace.”

  “Don’t worry about me. And that’s exactly what I think this is all about. You’re an outdated male chauvinist with an outdated ideology. It requires you to carry the burden of responsibility for everything. That, Mr. Randall, is a bunch of bull and it won’t wash with me.”

  Charles had a grin on his face. “You know what Ms. Petterson? You talk too much,” Charles said as he pulled her down and kissed her.

  She rose up, supporting her weight with her arm. “I do? Is that so?”

  “Yes, at times you do. But I know how to solve that.”

  “Oh really? How pray tell would you accomplish this amazing feat?” Passion filled her voice and dripped off each word like honey.

  He answered by pulling her head down until his lips claimed hers again. The kiss became an open channel of desire as their tongues met, explored and met again.

  Her hands roamed freely over his body. As she found and wrapped her hand around his enlarged penis, he gasped and his body shook. A heady feeling of power came over her as she realized her influence over him.

  She ran her fingers along the rigid length, and his breathing became labored. She played a fingertip over the smooth velvety head as Charles grabbed the blankets in tight fists fighting for control. She leaned down, her hair covering him. With boldness she would never have imagined, she tasted him with her tongue causing him to arch off the bed.

  He quickly rolled over, covering her body with his.

  She opened for him and guided him to her. As she felt him start to enter, she raised her hips off the bed unwilling to wait any longer to have him completely inside her.

  The sensation of him sliding inside her was exquisite. “Ohh!” She drew in a ragged breath. Her stomach quivered and she crossed her legs behind him.

  “I want…on top.”

  * * * * *

  Some time later, wrapped up in blankets, they went downstairs. Cynthia started the coffee while Charles found a frying pan to fix breakfast. Working together, they managed to fix an edible breakfast. Charles stepped out for more snow and heard the faint sounds of diesel engines and knew somewhere on the mountain, snow plows were at work.

  “The plows are out working.” He sat the pan on the hearth.

  “When will they get this far?”

  “Hard to say for sure. Could be later today or maybe tomorrow, all depends on the amount of snow. If there has been an avalanche further down, it could be awhile. Once the highway is clear a friend of mine will come in with his plow and blade the driveway.”

  She stretched out on a blanket in front of the fire. Cynthia no longer felt embarrassed being naked in front of Charles. Truth of the matter, she liked the way his eyes followed her every move.

  Charles grinned and lay down next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed with contentment. Her fingers felt alive as they idly wandered a path over his skin. Almost with a will of their own, they traveled lower on his broad chest and onto the flat plane of his stomach.

  She smiled as—like a snake wakened from a nap—his cock began to stir within its nest. A giggle escaped her lips and her body shook as she tried to suppress her laughter.

  “What’s so funny?” Charles trailed his fingers through her hair and slowly down her side.

  Knowing all the terms men used in reference to their penis hanging between their legs was different than discussing it, especially with a man.

  At a young age, she had repeated a phrase one of the ranch hands had said when he didn’t know she was around. Her mother’s stern lecture returned like it was yesterday.

  “Cynthia Petterson! Ladies don’t talk about a man’s privates. I hear you using this filthy language again I’ll wash your mouth out with soap and you won’t be allowed in the barn again. While we’re at it, if you see one of the hands going to the bathroom behind the barn, you’re to turn away and not look at them…”

  “Your…penis,” she giggled again.

  “What about it?” Charles wished he could see her face. He could feel the tiny shakes of her laughter.
Redness was creeping up the back of her neck.

  “It’s looking at me.”

  Charles roared with laughter.

  With fascination, she watched a small crystalline pearl seep from the head of his erect shaft.

  His laughter halted abruptly when she circled the drop with her finger. Like the hypnotizing eye of a Cobra, she was drawn ever closer. With the tip of her tongue, she lifted the pearl from the head of his swollen flesh.

  “Ah!” Charles gasped as his body went rigid.

  Steam began to rise from the water near the fire.

  With a teasing smile, she reached for the pan and stood.

  “I’ll wash and you can dry,” Charles offered following behind her. He appreciated the view as her cute little ass moved sensuously with each step. She created enough heat to compensate for leaving the fire.

  “Don’t stop on your way to the kitchen and bend over,” he warned with a throaty laugh.

  Standing at the kitchen sink, Charles looked down at the hand full of soap suds and grinned. He threw the suds at Cynthia and watched them land on her breast where her nipple played hide-and-seek in the disappearing bubbles.

  Cynthia had been daydreaming when the suds landed. At first, she was shocked to see her breast covered with a thick layer of fluffy white bubbles.

  She was about to say something to Charles when she noticed the intensity of his eyes. Blue flames of desire were pinpointed at her breast.

  Her sensitive nipple felt like a thousand tiny fingers were touching her flesh. The heat from his blatant stare traveled from her breast to between her legs. She let the dishcloth slip from her fingers.

  “Oops, I better pick it up.” Turning her head to look at him as she bent over, she smiled.

  “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed with sudden appreciation. Her hot wet pussy was inches away.

  “Well?” She pulled a kitchen chair over and gripped the seat with both hands. “I’m bent over. Are you going to stand there and look at it all day?”

  Charles positioned himself at the entrance of her wet flesh. As he entered, he grasped her hips and slowly slid into her warmth.

  She purred like a contented kitten and wiggled against him. “Ohh, that feels so good.”

  Slowly he withdrew until only the head of his dick was still inside her. He looked down and his shaft glistened with her wetness. His breathing grew labored and he sheathed himself savagely deep within her.

  Cynthia met his hard thrust and gasped in exquisite pleasure.

  “You like it hard?” His flesh ground against the cheeks of her ass.

  “I like it…anyway you…give it,” she moaned. Grasping the chair, she ground her hips against his. With each penetration of her body, she was drawn deeper into the misty haze of erotic passion.

  Her body responded with a climax that left her shaking and short of breath. Charles’s hands on her hips supported her, keeping her from falling to the floor.

  Picking her up, Charles carried her to the living room and gently laid her on their bed in front of the fire. Their desire temporarily sated, they curled up, content in each other’s arms.

  Later that evening, snuggled in a blanket, they fed each other roasted marshmallows and sipped chilled wine.

  Charles banked the fire for the night and set the old wind-up alarm clock in order to add wood to the fire during the night. They went to sleep curled up by the fire, their arms and legs intertwined.

  The next morning Charles added the last of the wood to the fire. When he went to get more he noticed the sound of the plows were above him. They had worked through the night. Sometime early that morning the phone lines had been restored.

  Charles picked up the phone and dialed. “Hello, Steve.”

  ”Hello, big brother. Did you survive the storm?”

  “Sure did.” He looked over at Cynthia sprawled naked in front of the fireplace. “Survived it just fine. Wanted you to know I was okay. Figured mom and dad might be worried. The generator didn’t survive. I’ll call and order a new one once the roads open up.”

  “I’ll let the folks know you called. Have you made any progress on the new building for the Trade Commission?”

  “Was making some, until the power went out. I think they’ll be happy with the results. I have some other calls to make Steve. Power should be restored in a couple days. I’ll contact you when it does.”

  Charles dialed again.

  “Sheriff’s Office, Chief Wiggins speaking.”

  “Hello Vance. You manning the office today?”

  “Somebody has to Charles. Everyone else is either on the road or sleeping. What can I do for you?”

  “There was an accident up here during the storm. The driver was Cynthia Petterson. I found her and brought her to my place.”

  “That’s great Charles. There’s been an alert put out on her as possibly missing. She needs to contact her family immediately. Glad she’s okay. I’ll try to get a highway crew up there to dig you out.”

  “Take your time Sheriff. Everything here is well in hand. I’m sure there are others that need your help a lot more urgently.”

  “Charles, I have another call coming in. Let me know if you need anything and make sure this Petterson girl calls home.”

  “Will do, Vance. Take care.”

  Cynthia made her call, which took a little longer. When she hung up, some of the jubilance that they had shared earlier that morning was gone. Charles came up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked while kissing the top of her head.

  “My family means well.”

  “Do I detect a but, somewhere in this story?” he asked.

  “Yeah” she said, “A big one. My parents and brothers, all three of them, are descending on this place as soon as the roads are open. I may be twenty-five but I’m still the baby of the family and they won’t take my word for it that I’m fine. I am too, except for a broken arm.”

  “Which,” he interjected, “you just happen not to have told them. Right?”

  With a heavy sigh she replied, “Ah, something like that.”

  “Well you can relax, even though the main road is clear the road into here isn’t. To buy us some time together, I won’t call my friend that cleans the drive. I doubt they will be here any time soon,” he whispered in her ear. “Let’s eat.”

  I don’t want this to end, but I know it will. She sighed with regret. Make the most of the time you have left.

  Cynthia turned around in his arms and reached down, grabbing his penis. She smiled, as he grew hard in her hand. “Couldn’t we eat later?”

  “I’m hungry.” Charles’s wicked grin filled her with anticipation.

  “Well,” she stroked the length of his shaft with feathery touches, “you can,” she felt heat flush her skin, “eat me.”

  Charles picked her up and set her on the bar that separated the kitchen and living room. Setting a barstool between her legs, he spread them open and sat down. With slow determination, he left a trail of kisses from her knee to thigh.

  He started to pull away. Cynthia grabbed his hair and tugged him tight against her.

  “We haven’t got time to tease Charles.”

  His hot breath excited her. When the folds of her flesh were pushed aside by his tongue, she felt a jolt of excitement course through her body. Leaning back, she grasped the other side of the bar with her free hand and held on.

  “Ah, yes,” she moaned. “Ohh!”

  Charles sucked greedily at the musky due that covered the soft inner folds of her flesh. Shivers ran through her legs and thighs as his tongue found her sensitive nub. He smiled in satisfaction as her hips moved franticly against his mouth.

  Glancing up at her, he watched her taut breasts rise with each ragged breath. She raised her head and stared wild-eyed at him.

  “Don’t…you dare stop now.”

  Lowering his eyes, he stared into her bright pink cavern. Pulsating flesh beckoned to be touched and tasted.

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nbsp; “I hadn’t planned on stopping.” His tongue darted out and found the spot that sent quivers running through her.

  “Ahh…”

  Her feverish body rocked wildly against his face. Muscles tensed and tightened, her body went rigid. Hot thick nectar filled his mouth and he swallowed it greedily, sucking it from her inner depths.

  Cynthia lay on the counter, her body spent with the force of her climax. She felt limp, unable to even lift her head. Slowly her breathing returned to normal.

  “Wow,” she whispered, “I guess you were hungry. Did you leave anything for later?”

  Charles laughed and scooped her off the counter. “I think…with a little rest and some food you will recover sufficiently.”

  “Good,” she curled her arm around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

  Carrying her to their bed, he gently lowered her to the floor. “I’ll fix some,” he looked at his watch, “lunch.”

  Charles added some wood to the fire and looked at her face, still flushed from her climax. “Your face is so radiant.” He ran his finger from her nose, over her lips and down between her breasts.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  * * * * *

  The deep rumble of a diesel engine shattered the quiet solitude of early evening. The snowplow had arrived. They were about to be invaded by a score of people.

  “Dammit!” With regret and frustration, she felt his hard shaft slide from deep within her as she jumped to her feet.

  “Charles where are my clothes?” Cynthia yelled as she ran naked up the stairs.

  They were dressed and waiting when the vanguard arrived. Barely. Somewhere along the way, Cynthia’s bra had been misplaced and there was no time to locate it. With her blouse, it would have been impossible not to notice. His sweatshirt was used to cover the noticeable absence of that particular item.

  Charles didn’t know who was more nervous at the impending gathering of the clan. She looked great, but the look of a very recently bedded virgin was not one he would expect to be received with kindness from the family. How right and how wrong he was. As her family poured out of the vehicles, there was obviously great relief that she was okay. Concern over her broken arm, outspoken concern over her general well being.