Angry Vignette: A Tale of Fury
The storm had been brewing for quite some time, little did we know that a small negligence would trigger it. A glass without a coaster left a trail of condensation on the table.
She couldn't contain her fury. I too cared deeply about our belongings. It wasn't my intention to leave such a mark.
However, I complained that the glass had only been there for two minutes whilst I responded to the door knock. This was a package that she had actually ordered.
Our emotions had been piling up like the clouds in the sky. The atmosphere felt thick, just like being under a comforter, suffocating no matter how much you enjoy it. It didn't take long before we both felt the need for some fresh air.
As we lay lifeless on the furniture, we grew tired, we resembled wilted vegetables. The stress from work had been compounded by the heat, making both of us irritable. Her demeanor became despondent as the skies outside did, matching the tension we held within. My expression might have reflected the same way as well.
Sleep abandoned us. The nights were oppressive too, offering no respite. Showers were simply a ritual to cleanse ourselves amidst the anticipation of another rough day. The water could barely provide relief nor temper, only a tolerance for the day ahead.
As we stood there glaring at one another, our nostrils flared, heat exuded, both knowing that we were right, and knowing that we were wrong. It didn't matter anymore. The sky spoke with its rumblings, as the tensions rose between us.
Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my back, my chest, my legs. I could feel it gathering behind my knees. Her dress stuck to her sides, she had loosened it a couple of times before. Her tresses were tied up, exposing her neck. The rotundity of her décolletage was outlined by the sheer fabric. Her eyes looked the same as the sky, swirling with anger.
She yelled at me, "Why can't you mature enough for once?"
"Oh, me?" I rolled my eyes, "You, being unreasonable over this glass? Here" I pulled off my shirt and wiped the puddle from the table. "Problem solved. The end."
Her eyes narrowed threateningly. "And now you expect me to clean that up? Do you enjoy making more work for me?"
In the distance, the skies rumbled. I rubbed my face, feeling the moisture on my skin.
"I'm sorry," I apologized sarcastically. "The shirt could have lasted for another few days, it wasn't even wet."
My stomach folded inwards as I glanced at her. Her breaths were deep. I couldn't discern if she was upset with the heat or with me. Either way, we both shared similar feelings of unease. Again, her cleavage peeked through the thin cotton. Her nipples were visible beneath the fabric.
"Why didn't you get a rag from the kitchen?"
"Wouldn't have taken long." I managed a smile. "But the table might have already been ruined by that time."
I sat back down, satisfied with my response. The uncertainty in my success made me uncertain of my triumph, so I quenched my thirst with a drink from my glass. There were no coasters so I took it upon myself not to leave wet stains.
But she snatched it from my hand, "You're not finished with that yet," she held the glass strongly, aiming to seize it from me.
She towered over me, breathless. Her chest rose significantly, just like the new gust that blew through the open window. The sky flashed angrily, cracking the sky and the heaviness in the air. She loudly asked me, "Go get yourself a drink then, just leave thick rings this time."
Her eyes were full of fury. The sky spoke its rumblings, the same growling sound from an angry beast.
Getting off the couch made me break into a sweat all over again. I could feel her stare as I made my way to the kitchen to refill my glass with water. The light from the fridge highlighted the pitch-black room. Through the front door, the sky loomed near and breathed its hot air inside.
I returned to my spot on the couch. She was still standing there, legs slightly spread, glaring at me. An instant of white light outside illuminated her, and I couldn't help but notice how her dress clung to her thighs and butt as if it never wanted to let go.
"So now you're going to soak the couch?" she asked.
I sighed. "Do you want me to stand while I drink?" I took another gulp of water and stood up, clumsily holding the glass in one hand.
"For Christ's sake!" she snapped, grabbing the glass out of my hand and stormed into the kitchen. As she walked away, the fabric of her dress swayed around her knees.
I was on my feet in an instant, reaching her just as she was about to drop the glass in the sink. Her words caught in her throat as she spun around to face me, a fire in her eyes. "What?"
I opened my mouth, changed my mind about what to say, closed it again. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed seconds later by a loud thunderclap. Both of us glanced out the window and back at each other.
Her lips parted, but instead of speaking, she suddenly kissed me. A forceful kiss, like she was trying to smother me. Then, without warning, she pulled away.
"Fuck you!" she shouted, crossing her arms over her chest. But then she initiated another kiss, this time with more purpose, pressing her body against mine as her kiss deepened. Her hands gripped my chest tightly.
I winced slightly as she dug her nails into my skin. "Stop that!"
Ignoring me, she threw her hands even harder against my chest. I saw blood slowly seeping out of the red marks left by her nails, but it hesitated to fall.
Without hesitation, I pushed her away. "Fuck you." I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed her down onto the counter, my hand lightly pressing against her back. With my other hand, I raised her dress, exposing her ass.
Flashing lightning illuminated her ass. She lifted her butt up off the counter, presenting it to me. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the coolness of her skin.
The world seemed so hot and sticky, but not so on her ass. I gazed at her ass as I smacked her, wondering if it was the one place where I could find relief from the heat.
Each smack echoed in the room, then I pulled her underwear down. She shivered slightly before I pulled it the rest of the way down her legs.
"Fuck you," I repeated, and I hit her again. Louder than before, she yelped in pain. But my mind was on her flesh, so smooth and cool. I paused and admired the contrast between her pale skin and the red mark forming on her ass. Raising my hand again, I smacked her other cheek.
Again I watched a red mark form and then match the last. She seemed to be presenting her ass to me, her legs further apart than before.
"Fuck you," I said, harder this time. Her breasts swelled against her dress with each deep breath. They quivered and swayed, inviting me to take her.
My cock was steely hard by now.
I smacked her again. Really again, and her feet shifted, as if she was trying to bring her ass closer to me.
"Fuck you," she said again, breathing deeply. She raised her head to look at me. "Fuck you, you bastard." Leaning back, she pushed her ass against me and grinded it against my erection. "Fuck me, you bastard."
I considered teasing her, but decided against it. Instead, I slid my cock along her wet slit until it found her entrance. Placing my hands on her hips, I tilted forward until my thighs rested on her ass. I stepped out of my shorts and threw them to the side.
Her moan confused me as I entered her. It was too hot outside, yet inside her, I slid deeper into her, relishing the warmth of her body. I moved back for a moment to kick my shorts away.
Unknowingly, she had slipped a hand down between her legs while I remained suspended within her. Her thighs, parted and swollen, revealed a neatly-tucked-away jockey that previously lay forgotten on the kitchen floor. I prepared to disengage my member from within her, yet could not break through her newfound level of excitement. One final stroke was all it took, then I pressed inward and she moaned, the soft bump of her fingernails grating against my erection as her lower-lip fluttered with the intensity of the stroking movements framing her clitoris.
Grabbing my hands, she motioned for me to pull down the zipper hidden beneath the back of her dress. A silky swirl along the back of her dress and both hands darted inside, encircling the perfect twin globes of her breasts. The heat was intense and her entire body trembled with excitement. Desirous in every way, I continued to sexually pleasure her, her back arched while a loud groan escaped her soft lips. She shot out a command, "Fuck me!"
The speed was picking up and I felt her tense. A quick clasp around my base and then lower downwards, she interlocked her palms behind her head, her elbows perfectly positioned on the counter. My desire had taken over and nature had taken charge–a symphony of action and sound resonated as my hips drove us together, back and forth.
Winding down, we were both intensely gasping for air and our skin was dampening with sweat. Her back arched, her elbow kneeled and her bottom hit my groin with each thrust. And a number of heavy claps of thunder resonated the fury of nature.
Within a flash, I began to feel a growing cumming sensation. I increased my speed when I sensed her internal environment gripping me. A jolt of an orgasmic feeling shot through her and the call rang, "Yesss, yessss!" In the back of my mind, I sadly attempted to match her frequency.
Surprisingly, she tensed one second, relaxed another and her body shivered in relief, while the heavens sent their first blast of a now voluminous summer storm. We held each other's gaze, alarmed and mystified, looking out into the blackened sky.
I continued to thrust in waves until I could not contain it any longer. As I dropped my head down in a crouched position, the second bolt of lightning ripe with thunder echoed throughout.
In seconds, I sprang to my feet and ran to the door, followed by her urgent footsteps. As she stepped out onto the porch and called out to me in the midst of an enormous downpour of raindrops, "Well?" I stood next to her at the edge of the porch where it met the grass.
Grasping the back of my head, she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Our teeth met, our lips embraced, and our tongues battled. Still erect and as heated as before, my cock rested hidden from our touch. Then, she pushed me away roughly, tumbling me into the wet grass.
With shortened strides, she came forward and turned away from me–her legs straddling my lower half–pulling out the clip that hefted the hair tied loosely at the top of her head. It cascaded down onto her shoulders, the back of her arms and her chin as the rain began to pour. Within seconds everything became soaked.
The silky fabric of her dress grabbed onto everything in its path, revealing a person no longer hidden under layers of clothing–over her chest, her nipples, her navel, the golden curls under her weak belly.
With a face both vicious and feral, she squatted down over me, her pussy mere inches from my erection. Using one hand to guide it inside her, the slickness was overpowering and easily tipped me inward. A pull of her shorts and a rough hill between her legs opened like an aperture for me to thrust, the sounds of lust, thunder, and falling rain drowned out their surroundings.
Riding off the pleasure of a truce, her hips began working in tandem, an in-and-out rhythm excluded only by the pouring rain that invaded her body. Inserting myself in the fray, our lips collided, their intensity reminiscent of a kiss. My fingers tingled as they ran along the stretched muscular walls of her lips, her hair slicked into loops and curls.
As I felt the wave of my ejaculation grow inside me, I crushed our lips together then pulled away in agony, collapsing onto my back, amidst the damp grass. I closed my eyes and felt the perpetual rhythm of her hips.
Hearing her calm breathing and the heavy rainfall, I soaked up the events and her body as she placed one hand on my chest and slowly lowered herself into the wet grass. I pulled her closer, feeling her breasts press upon mine and her fingers trace designs across my chest.
That first gasp changed into a deep inhale of air, then exhale of relief. It can be said that for the first time in days, an intense arousal was no longer a trap but had finally been washed away and released.
A gentle, soft snore rumbled beside my ear and I looked at her, her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly, and chest was rising and falling in a serene pattern. A light rain continued in the background.
