Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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Lightning streaked across the sky accompanied a crack of thunder so loud and sudden that I swear my feet actually left the floor. I glanced at Geaw but she seemed unmoved, she was gazing at the light show. I figured it was my descent from shock that was responsible for moving me a few inches closer so that now our shoulders were almost touching.

We’d been standing on my balcony watching the storm. Geaw hadn’t come round for a shag she’d come to have a rather impressive tattoo on her back photographed. A whole bunch of girls had come over for the same reason. But Geaw wasn’t a bar-girl, consequently she was the only one who didn’t have to rush off to work so I’d shot her last after the others had gone.

Not knowing if such proximity was welcome I decided to err on the side of caution and took a half-step backwards. Geaw took a step sideways, slid between me and the balcony railing then pushed her butt backwards into my groin.

This was a second shock. I knew she wasn’t a professional, I’d figured that opening the taxi door after the rain had stopped would be about the most intimate I was likely to get with her. But my dick wasn’t complaining, it had sprung to life and was enjoying the unexpected attention.

The rain was hammering down but the wind was in such a direction only a very light spray reached the balcony. I ran my fingers over her back approximating as best as I could remember the lines of her tattoo. “Better if you can see it” she said and lifted her t-shirt off. But I didn’t see because as she did she turned and pulled me down onto the floor.

I didn’t see it again until soaping it down in the shower afterwards, the warm water washing off the cool film of rainwater. She rode cowgirl all the way, a wave of pleasure streaking across her face as she collapsed into a thunderous orgasm. It was a joy to watch. “Sorry” she said “I think the weather make me feel horny.” I told her not to worry, that I was glad to have been of assistance and that she was welcome to come over anytime there was a storm. She laughed and said maybe.

In the meantime I’ve become a born again Pagan, built my alter to Thor, the god of thunder and now I’m waiting patiently.