Stormfront

Lying on her back, legs wide-spread and body comfy beneath a crisp, clean sheet and heavy, plush comforter, she pressed the vibrator to her clit and watched the weather forecast. The storm was enormous, and slower moving than the meteorologists at first predicted. They said the wide slash of heavy rain and wind would be over her neighborhood at 12:24am, then 12:36, then 12:49. She followed the ongoing report as she teased herself, removing the vibe then pressing it down again, enjoying the little flashes of pleasure as the TV screen was filled with tiny zigzags flickering across the wide orange and red band of heavy thundershowers one county west of her. Watching a clip of intense winds blowing down a huge tree, she arched her ass down into her bed to make sure the anal plug was in deep enough to stay put. As she moaned softly to the feel of that delicious yet slightly painful fullness inside her, she was interrupted by the thought that the footage of the tree was taken at dusk, before this storm even hit. Why the hell were they showing it now? Shaking off the distraction, she shut her eyes and went back to buzzing her clit.

She felt the rumble of thunder, far off. She opened her eyes again; she couldn’t yet see the lightning out her darkened window, but the wind was picking up. It rushed through the trees, making the leaves shimmer and dance. She moaned along with nature, body awash with pleasure, climax looming. She had to stop: she’d cum before the storm hit if she did not pace herself.

Keeping her eyes from blurring with arousal was one way to concentrate against the rising gale inside her. She fought the swelling of her labia by focusing intently on the reporter’s discussion of the difference between a tornado watch and a tornado warning. She battled the wetness that trailed from her slick pussy to her plugged ass by attending to the intricacies of the map on the TV screen as it showed little rotating circles of color that indicated that circumstances were likely for a tornado. But her pussy was humming and the vibrations were moving through her entire body. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else: she was ripe for the deluge.

Nearly to the point of giving in—sphincter clenching, pussy engorged, breath held—then CRASH! A flash of lightning followed by an exploding clap of thunder so loud it made her scream. The perfect time for orgasm, for shattering and releasing with the boom and downpour of a wild and uncontrollable thunderstorm. All hail Mother Nature!

But no, she hadn’t cum; she’d screamed and clamped her legs shut, tossing the vibe away and going nearly fetal. And, peeking out the window, she saw the storm hadn’t yet come either. Just the first flash and boom before it hit. She lay back and turned up the volume on the TV. She fingered the anal plug and enjoyed the sensation, then brought the vibrator back to her now timid clit.

The forecaster explained how winds colliding from multiple directions and at multiple speeds were likely to be causing at least three tornadoes this night. The lists of neighborhoods and times flashed on the screen again, and there was hers: not 12:49 but 12:41, now; just two minutes away. The tempest was coming. The television advised her to get to a place of safety. Time to get serious. She might get scared shitless, but she was not going get scared climaxless. She switched the vibe from left hand to right and reached for the dildo. Still nicely slick, she slipped the large phallus inside herself an inch at a time, listening to the wind increasing. Now, pussy and ass intensely full, clit swelling again, she waited for the next thunderbolt. Give it to me Gaia, Zeus, Thor, she thought, all you Gods and Goddesses of the Orgasmic Storm; time to worship!

As she neared release, the rainstorm hit, a tremendous sheet of water so heavy it drowned out the television and vibrator combined. She smiled and shoved the dildo in and out faster, letting the purr of the vibrator continue to tickle her clit until she was panting and ready to burst. Another streak of lightning flashed hot and white through the sky, and her body expanded, every inch of her open wide to receive the incomparable eruption of orgasm. She held her breath and fucked herself harder, knowing the thunderous roar could not be far off. When it crashed, she exploded with it her body wracked and splintered as the rumbling peaked and ebbed, the power in her house flickered and died, and the she cried out with pleasure until she was hoarse.