Thunderstorm.

Having stayed late visiting in good company, the girl glanced at the clock on her phone and realized it was already quite late in the evening, and it was already quite dark outside. She said goodbye to her friends and headed towards her home. A bright, curved line of lightning flashed, followed by a loud clap of thunder, and then the rain started abruptly. And it wasn't just rain, but a real downpour. In literally a minute, the girl was soaked from head to toe. Her salvation was the only nearby, enclosed, wooden-and-glass gazebo. Frightened by the thunder, she ran inside through the slightly open door, trying to catch her breath, and began wiping

the raindrops from her face with her palm. Looking around, she saw someone's silhouette in the darkness; this unexpected discovery frightened her. It was unclear who it was, a man or a woman.

— Excuse me. I didn't think anyone might be here at the moment. Am I disturbing you?

— Better close it, it's too noisy because of the storm," a male voice sounded.

Suddenly, the silhouette moved from its spot and began approaching her, and it could only be seen when a fleeting illumination from lightning appeared. The male figure came closer. It was an attractive, grown-up guy; he closed the door and stood with his back to the window.

— And you're not disturbing me, on the contrary. Are you very wet?" he asked.

— Soaked to the skin.

— The weather changed sharply, but they forecast rain today.

— Yes, I didn't account for that, and I didn't plan on returning so late either.

— So what kept you?

— I was visiting.

— And I just went out for a walk, to get some fresh air.

— Interesting," the girl smiled.

— The rain will probably last a long time. We're stuck here.

— Need to get home somehow. I hope the rain subsides.

The guy sat down on the wooden floor of the gazebo. Meanwhile, the girl lightly wrung out her wet hair and adjusted her wet dress clinging to her body.

— Have you been here long?" she asked.

— Hmm... A while, even got bored. But now I have company, and quite pleasant at that.

— Then we'll be bored together," the girl became embarrassed and smiled.

He approached her and draped his windbreaker over her shoulders.

— Thank you, you shouldn't have.

— I don't mind, and you might catch a cold.

— Thank you. We can use 'you' informally.

The guy stood next to her and looked at the floor, at her feet, raising his gaze higher. The dress clung to her body, accentuating the seductive lines of her figure; it was impossible not to look. The rain didn't subside, lightning flashed, illuminating the gazebo and its visitors, giving them a chance to see each other. Then a loud clap of thunder sounded, causing the girl to get very scared and press herself against the guy. He hugged her, and she buried her face in his chest. They stood like that for several minutes, then the girl came to her senses and looked into his eyes.

— Sorry, I'm just afraid of thunderstorms.

The guy didn't release her from the hug and looked back into her eyes. The girl's hands moved to his shoulders, sliding down his arms to his wrists. With their eyes, they studied each other's gaze and lips, then a long and tender kiss connected them. Their hands slid over each other, slowly shedding clothes. The handsome male figure was already completely without a single item of clothing, and only then did the girl's wet dress fall heavily to the floor. The guy saw the girl's beautiful body in just panties. He admired her figure from all sides, turning her and rudely removing the last piece from her. His hot lips began to warm the girl's chilled body; he kissed her appetizing breasts, licking her nipples, her tender tummy and round buttocks, stroking her slender legs. The girl's fear of the storm faded into the background; she was enjoying the moment, the guy's caresses made her forget everything. Night. A gazebo fully glazed with panoramic windows. He presses her, standing at full height, chest against the glass and enters her from behind. The girl's moan fills the muffled space and echoes. The guy's movements are slow and tender, but filled with so much desire and passion. His hand wrapped around her body under her tummy and pulled her closer to him. Then he turned her to face him, lifted her leg, and entered her again. Their gazes sparked, not missing an opportunity for a kiss. They weren't worried now about the chance of being seen, because everything happening between them would be observed as if from an aquarium. The guy's strong arms lifted the girl up, and she held onto the windowsill behind her with her hands. Suspended, he lowered her onto himself. His fingers dug painfully into her buttocks, and his cock penetrated deep inside her pussy, which was so tender and so wet. Passion and desire grew, and the movements and pressure became more demanding. The girl stopped the guy, stood on the floor, and turned her back to him. She arched her back, holding onto the windowsill with her hands, and invitingly swayed her hips. This time, at this sight, he completely lost his mind. He approached her from behind, kissed her greedily on the lips, cupping her face, spanked her bottom, and entered her sharply, began fucking her harder and faster. Leaning to her ear and burning it with his hot breath, he cupped one hand around her breast, and with the other began quickly caressing her clitoris. The combination of these manipulations quickly brought the girl to her climax. She came intensely, biting her own hand. Waiting for the completion of her pleasure, he began thrusting more frequently and deeper until he came with a muffled groan onto her back. He quickly turned the girl to face him, pressing her whole body against the glass, and began kissing her long and rapturously.

— We should 'be bored' like this more often, and specifically with you.

— It's lucky I stayed late visiting.

— Thank the rain.

— Now I've come to love thunderstorms thanks to this method. You've healed me," she whispered jokingly and coquettishly, winking.

He stroked her face and kissed her. Then they got dressed. The rain had stopped, thunder was already rumbling somewhere in the distance. The guy walked the girl home, but didn't leave without a promised next date in that same gazebo.