Stormy Encounter- Steamy Romance Story by Salty Vixen

She checked her watch as she ran up the cement steps and in through the revolving doors.

‘Damn, why am I always late?’ she mumbled to herself.

Stopping in the middle of the lobby, she looked around in awe at the high ceilings that housed skylights and stained glass. On a sunny day this place must be really magical, she thought. The weather outside today was still undecided but would probably turn into a storm. The morning had brought a little blue sky and the sun had tried to show itself but it seemed that the dull gray sky had won the battle and now storm clouds were threatening to share.

Moving to the Information Desk lineup, she patiently waited her turn. The woman behind the desk appeared to be in the wrong job for customer service. Each question that was asked was given a snippy reply; the only thing missing was her rolling her eyes and calling the person stupid. There should be a law where women who have severe PMS get to stay home from their jobs and torture only the ones who really love them. Finally she stood face to face with the woman across the counter and braced herself for her reply.

“I have a pass for the Montgomery Exhibit that was scheduled to leave at 2:00 and I was wondering where to go to meet up with the group.” She smiled sweetly thinking that might help.

The woman, who was wearing a nametag that said her name was Lucy, sighed and shook her head as if in total disgust. “And what time is it now?” Lucy asked in her own special way.

“Well, that big old clock behind you says it’s 2:23, so that’ll be my guess.” She figured that sarcasm would be wasted on Lucy, but gave it a shot anyway.

“The tour left promptly at 2:00 and if you’ll check your pass and read it, you’ll see that they do not accept late arrivals.” Lucy said, and then added, with a cruel smile on her face. “Perhaps next time we should leave the house a little earlier.”

She stared at Lucy and wondered if the woman was worth her time. Actually, since she couldn’t join the tour group, she did have some time on her hands but since there was a long line of people behind her just waiting for Lucy’s abuse so she just smiled her best smile at Lucy and asked. “Did you used to work for the government?” and then walked away.

Buying a coffee and grabbing a pamphlet that contained a list of other exhibits at the art museum, she sat on a bench near a huge fountain and read it. After scanning the list she sighed and frowned. This was the last day that the Montgomery Exhibit could be viewed here before it moved on to the next city. She looked down at her pass and considered giving it back to Lucy in a place that wouldn’t exactly be comfortable.

Crossing her legs and adjusting her skirt, she leaned back and sipped her coffee, watching the crowds of people entering and leaving. Her eyes scanned the long lineup of people who just couldn’t get enough of Lucy. She watched as the man in the front of the line listened, shook his head and then turned away from the desk, looking discouraged. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked up and shrugged his shoulders, smiled and then headed to where she was sitting. He moved with a grace that she had always admired in certain men. It was hard to describe the movement but it projected self-confidence, something that couldn’t be taught or mimicked, they just either had it or didn’t. This man definitely had it.

He was about 6 feet tall and extremely toned. Short brown hair complimented his tanned face and added to his rugged good looks. She guessed him to be around 40 years old but it was hard to tell. He had dressed very casually in a pair of jeans and a button down, deep green cotton shirt.

He made a motion towards Lucy with his head, “I’m guessing she was once part of a military operation gone bad,” he said in a low deep voice that made her stomach do a flip flop.

“I guessed ex-government employee, but you’re probably more accurate.” she replied, flashing him a smile. He laughed and asked if he could sit with her. She would have been disappointed if he didn’t and she nodded.

Leaning back against the bench he crossed his long legs and sighed. “You know, I bought a pass for the Montgomery Exhibit two months ago and kept meaning to get here and the day that I’m finally in town and have the time, I miss it! And it’s the last damn day to see it too.” He looked at her and smiled. “Sorry, just venting here.” He held out his hand and added, “My name is Alex.”

Placing her small hand in his she felt a jolt pass through her body that felt like she had just stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Had he felt it too?

“I’m Victoria and I missed the exhibit by exactly 23 minutes. You can ask Lucy, she’ll back me up on that one.” He laughed and said he would take her word on it.

She shook his hand and looked into his green eyes that were staring back into her dark blue ones. They released hands, reluctantly on both sides and just took each other in, neither embarrassed by their open stares.

Finally he broke the silence. “Well Victoria, this is how I see it. We could go over to that security guard that is blocking the entrance to the exhibit and bribe our way in or better yet, you could distract him with that killer smile of yours and I could slip in. Our other option is we could pick another exhibit and view it together, if you’d like.”

She knew that she would follow him anywhere and suggested another exhibit because the security guard, who was probably about 90 years old, didn’t really do anything for her. She handed him the list and watched him scan the other selections with much thought. He asked if she had seen anything that looked remotely interesting but she hadn’t and suggested he select one.

“Okay,” he said, turning his attention back to the flyer and looking very serious for a moment. “Got it!”

“And the winner is?”

“Recycled!” he replied trying to hold back a smile.

“You’ve got to be kidding. You want to go from Montgomery to garbage?” She laughed. “Isn’t that taking a step in the wrong direction?”

“Come on,” he pleaded, “you young people these days just can’t seem to open your minds to new ideas. Think about it Victoria, you put out your garbage once a week and have never viewed it as true art and now you have a chance.”

She knew he was teasing her and decided to call his bluff, “Okay, let’s go then Old Timer and you can show me how my trash can be turned into cash.”

“You’ve got to be kidding” he repeated her words, searching her face for a hint of humour. She shook her head and stood up, tossing her half-empty coffee cup into the trashcan.

“Geeze, maybe I should have kept that.” She tried to look serious.

He laughed and stood up beside her and looked around for the entrance to their destination. At 5 7″ she had to look up at him and decided that the view from down here was just as good.

“Whew, thank God, I see it over there.” He pointed to the far right. “For a moment I thought you’d have to go ask Miss Congeniality over at the Information Desk for directions while I waited.”

He touched her arm lightly and led her over to the gate and while he was purchasing two tickets, he explained that dinner that evening would be on her. The words ‘on her’ brought all sorts of images to her mind that involved several spreadable foods and she quickly shook those thoughts away. They passed through the gates, picking up a pamphlet about the exhibit and were suddenly surrounded by someone’s personal view of the world.

The first piece was very interesting, the sign saying that it was called ‘Hope’. Apparently “Hope” used to be a bicycle and a lawnmower that had been in a serious accident and it was the artist’s hope that there were survivors. She walked around it and touched one of the tire tubes.

Alex was reading the sign and looked up, “Hey watch it! The ‘you break it you bought it’ rule applies here.”

She pulled her hand away from it quickly and laughed. They moved on to the next piece and she watched as he stood back, placing one arm across his chest while resting his other one on it and rubbing his chin. He looked like he was really pondering it. She moved in closer to get a good look at it and wondered what he found so interesting about it. Finally she asked him what he was thinking.

“Oh I was just thinking that I threw out some very valuable stuff when I cleaned out the garage a few weeks ago.” He dropped his arms and smiled at her as he jammed his hands in his pockets.

As they moved from object to object they talked about themselves with an amazing ease for two people that had just met. Outside the storm had taken over. Lightening flashed and thunder crashed. From inside you could hear the wind whistling and the rain pounding against the skylights. She looked up at the water smashing and then running down against the glass, wondering if there was a broken umbrella hidden somewhere in this exhibit that she would borrow.

They entered another room that held the artist’s smaller pieces. Several were placed on stands scattered around the room, making it look like an obstacle course.

“Wow, look at this one!” Alex exclaimed. “I’ve been looking for something to put on my coffee table.”

“Looks like it used to be one.” she commented, leaning over to study it while he stood back and studied her butt.

The piece was valued at five hundred dollars and she told him that she would personally run over her own coffee table with her car and sell it to him for a mere two hundred. He told her she had no appreciation for true art and they moved on.

The lights started to flicker and a voice came over the speakers telling them that if the lights went out the building was equipped with emergency lights that would help them find their way safely back to the lobby. As if on cue, the lights flickered again and then went out, leaving them in total darkness.

She could feel Alex close beside her. Feeling the heat from his body and the smell of his cologne made her head spin. Suddenly his hand took hers.

“I think we are emergency light challenged back here. With the next big flash of lightning we should head over to our right where there is a bench.” He squeezed her hand gently. She mumbled ‘okay’ as she tried to stop her body and mind from reacting from his touch.

Seconds later there was a series of lightning flashes that lit the room enough for them to maneuver around the displays and make their was to the bench. She sat down and he sat very close to her, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind her, his fingertips lightly stroking her shoulder.

“There’s nothing more romantic than a big storm, a beautiful woman and a room full of recycled garbage, I always say.”

“You need to get out more” she replied and he laughed.

His touch was burning into her skin, setting it on fire. She knew what she wanted to do but wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject. Not being one to shy away but wanting to remain tactful she took a deep breath and said. “I always say, make the most out of every situation.”

“Funny” he replied “that’s the second thing I always say.”

He moved sideways and touched her cheek, leaning in and kissed her lips softly. Her arms moved around his neck as she turned and returned his kiss, her body melting against his. Their kisses grew from gentle and soft to hard and passionate, each letting the other know that their earlier feeling about each other had been mutual. In the distance they could hear people making their way back to the lobby, chattering about the fierceness of the storm and being thankful for the emergency lights. She could think of two people that were thankful for the lack of light right now.

Alex’s tongue moved between her lips, ran across her smooth teeth and continued to explore her mouth as her tongue stroked his. He moaned as he put his large hands on the back of her head and wove his fingers into her long blonde hair, pulling her closer to him. With their chests pressed together, their hearts pounded so hard that they were both positive that the other person could feel theirs.

Hands explored as their surroundings became irrelevant. The storm continued making it’s strength known outside but there was an inner storm between them that would give the one outside a run for its money. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her sideways onto his lap, his fingers moving up and down her bare thighs. She mentally applauded herself for not wearing nylons. Pulling his head down, she kissed across his cheek to his ear and sucked on his earlobe before capturing it between her teeth and gently tugging on it while her tongue flicked at it.

He moaned and whispered, “If you don’t stop that Missy, you’re in big trouble.”

This statement only made her suck and pull harder. He let out a little mock growl and pushed her thighs apart, running the palm of his hand against her inner thigh until his thumb touched her wet panties, which inspired real growl from his throat. Lying across him and pressed hard against his body didn’t give her a lot of room to explore but the thought of shifting positions was halted by his thumb rubbing against her panties. The harder he rubbed, the more his thumb disappeared along with her panties, between her pussy lips. His lips were in her hair as she moved down a little and licked at his neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot near the base of his throat that made him grip her tighter and rub a little harder.

“That’s it!” He growled and grabbed her around the waist and held her up until she was standing on the bench, a foot on each side of his legs. She put her hands against the wall for support as his hands moved up her legs, pushing her shirt up with them until it was around her waist. His mouth was suddenly against the top of her pussy, his warm breath seeping into her skin, causing her legs to shake. He held onto her thighs as he began to suck on her lips through the material, mixing the wetness from his lips with the moisture coming from hers. She closed her eyes and moaned when his fingers roughly pushed the crotch of her panties aside and ran his tongue up her slit. He moaned in apparent appreciation of either her shaved pussy or the taste of her, perhaps both.

Moving his head back and forth, he pushed his face in deep and latched onto her clit with his lips and began sucking on it hard, pulling it deeply into his mouth while his tongue pressed against it. His hands moved up to her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and then squeezing them back together. With shaking legs she managed to grind her pussy against his face, loving the feeling of his stiff tongue entering her for a brief second and then lapping merciless against her swollen clit. Holding the wall for support, she placed one foot up on the back of the bench, opening her pussy wide over Alex’s mouth. Her open invitation was not lost on him as he squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her right down on his face as he fucked her with his tongue. She felt like she was going to fall and leaned her forehead against the wall, shutting her eyes tight and rocking against him. As the wave started to overtake her body, she dug her nails into the wall and scratched downward. Her legs stiffened and every muscle in her body was screaming for release.

“Oh God” she moaned and tightened her thighs against his head so hard that he couldn’t move it. Her body shook and she came hard against his mouth, biting her lower lip to suppress a scream. When the wave lessened her thighs released his head and he happily lapped up the cream. Leaning against the wall and breathing hard, she was startled by the lightning flashing through the room. The fact that someone could be watching them had never crossed her mind until that moment. Of course, that though turned her on even more.

“Should we look for the lobby now?” Alex asked from below. Pushing herself away from the wall, she stepped down off the bench and reached down to touch his huge hard on that was struggling to get out from his jeans.

“And waste this?” she asked in a shocked voice.

It was hard to calculate how much time they had before either the lights went on or before they were arrested for public indecency and carted off to jail. Her fingers worked quickly to undo his button and release the zipper. She pushed the flaps back and pulled his briefs down, pulling out his hard, swollen cock. She stroked it lovingly for a moment, listening to him sigh. She was about to lean over and take him in her mouth when he grabbed her hips again and pulled her back onto his lap, this time straddling his legs. Her knees were on the bench, his cock right below her pussy, waiting.

Leaning over she kissed him, tasting herself on his skin. As she kissed him she moved her hips back and forth, letting the head of his cock slide against her soaked pussy lips. He moaned against her mouth and held her hips tightly, trying to pull her down on him. She fought him and continued to tease his cock as it became wet and started to slide between her lips. Self control wasn’t one of her strong points and she moved her hips forward until she could feel his cock at her opening and with one quick movement she pushed her knees out and slammed down hard on his cock. They both moaned and held still, embracing the feeling of his hard cock buried deep in her tight pussy.

Holding the back of the bench she used it to pull herself up and down, his hands on her hips doing the same. Letting go of the bench, she moved his hands to her ass cheeks and then grasped the bench again, pulling herself up and then dropping hard against him. The zipper of his jeans felt cold and rough against her thighs as she started to move faster and faster, his cock throbbing and twitching inside her as he raised his hips to meet her downward thrusts.

His hands pulled her cheeks apart again as he slid a finger between them feeling how wet her ass had become thanks to her dripping pussy. He returned the favor of her previous attack on him and just plunged his finger deep into her ass. She cried out so loud that he had to quickly move his other hand up and clamp it over her mouth as she moaned and stopped moving, her pussy tightening around his cock. He moved his finger out slowly and then plunged it back in again and she bit the palm of his hand but didn’t stop moving. She varied between moving up and down and rocking back and forth. Just when he felt like he was getting the rhythm she would change it, driving him insane. He took his hand away from her mouth and made a mental note to discuss biting with her later.

She pushed down on his cock and then back against his finger that was furiously fucking her ass. There was no turning back when she felt her orgasm approaching. Releasing her weight off her knees, she sat hard against his cock and rocked back and forth as Alex thrust his cock and finger in and out of her at the same time.

Leaning her head back, a sound came from deep inside her throat emerged from her lips causing Alex’s hand to cover it once again. Not learning from experience, she bit him again as she shuddered and screamed, her orgasm striking like a powerful blow. When she stopped making noise, he removed his hand and slapped her ass hard for biting him.

“Oh baby.” She whispered, moving off his lap.

“Vic….Vic….get back here” he pleaded, reaching out for her and pulling her by her hips back on top of him, realizing then that she had turned around. Bending over and reaching back she placed his cock between her ass cheeks and then slowly back down on him. She moaned loudly and there was nothing he could do to stop her. The feeling of her extremely tight ass around his cock was enough to make his lose it. He held her hips and pulled her down, driving himself into only once deeply and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. She felt his forehead banging against her back as he jerked under her, his fingers digging hard into her hips and his low, his deep moans were smothered against her back as he came. He leaned back and they were both still shaking when the emergency lights finally went on. As he looked down to see his cock embedded in between her creamy little ass cheeks he wished they could just live on this bench.

She pulled herself off of him and quickly pulled down her skirt, smoothing it down her legs and then ran her fingers through her hair as she watched him stand up, shove his still semi-hard cock back into his jeans and do the zipper back up. Looking down at his crotch she broke up laughing and started to walk away. Feeling a little rejected, he looked down to see that the front of his jeans were soaked from her sitting on him. He looked up to see her standing there, a huge smirk on her face.

“Hey, why do I get the wet spot?” he said as he walked towards her.

She started to back up, telling him not to walk with her because she was a little more than embarrassed that he had an ‘accident’. He tried his hurt look out on her and found no sympathy there so he pulled out his shirttails and asked if he was acceptable now.

Hand in hand they left the exhibit rooms and walked through the lobby, Lucy’s eyes following them suspiciously. As they passed the desk Alex looked at Lucy “Interesting Recycled exhibit, but might I suggest getting the emergency lights fixed back there, someone could get hurt.”

As they left the museum Alex looked down at her and said, “While you’re buying me dinner, we need to discuss this little biting problem you have,” and he pulled her through the revolving doors into the pouring rain.