The Passion & The Storm: A Friends To Lovers Erotic Romance

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4:50 If you enjoy tonight's show. Priscilla and John breathed heavily as they stood at the top of the latest hill. They didn't need to look behind them to know the storm was following them. The cold breeze told them everything they needed to know. They could just see the dark, omnous clouds that had followed them slowly for the past couple of hours, catching up with them at every step.

5:17 Looking down into the valley below, the faint twinkling of camp lights told them that they were almost at their destination. Priscilla couldn't remember which one of them had suggested a walking holiday for the last summer at home, but whoever it was, deserved to be crucified for such a dumb idea muscles ached in her body she never knew she even had, as she would give her back teeth for a hot shower and a feather mattress at home right now.

5:49 It took them another hour to descend the far side of the hill to the campsite. People were busy preparing themselves for the oncoming storm, paying attention to their tents in wa Priscilla never knew you could. It was surely just a bit of rain, people, not a tornado. Finding the site office, they quickly checked in the young lady behind them desk giving them directions that sounded like it was another hour's walk to their pitch. It's by the forest, sheltered and private, she said, as if that made it all the better, finding their way through the maze of paths, fighting between the people who seemed like they were expecting armageddon to hit. Eventually they found their pitch site, and Priscilla had to admit that she was relieved it was

6:43 far away from the crowds because they were going frankly nuts out there, and all she could think about was getting her tent up and getting a damn good night's sleep. The YouTube video she had watched as some form of training on her to set up a tent proved to be wholly inadequate. This tent falter with every tent peg.

7:07 The bitch did not want to be set up. Of course, it was not helped by the growing wind, which seemed to be deliberately growling every time she had a piece of canvas in her hand. Looking over, she was relieved to see John was having similar issues. He must have watched the same videos, Young and Naive. They really should have practiced in the garden first. Priscilla discovered she knew a lot more cusswords than she ever thought she did through the torture of erecting her tent. By the time it was finally up, the first drops of rain caressed her cheeks. Turning to John, she said, simply, humpyed, I'm just going to crash. Her body angrily shivered from the sudden drop in temperature. Sounds like a plan, John said,

8:01 forcing a smile. They had been friends since kindergarten, and Priscilla had never really looked at him in that way, but seeing him in the diminishing light of the evening, his body dripping with a potent mixture of rain and sweat, his shirt clinging to his body tightly. Maybe it was all the good clean air, but damn he looked horny as fuck. Shaking the thought from her mind, she crawled into her tent and rolled out her sleeping bag. Much as John was dripping with sweat and rain, so was she.

8:38 A close clung to her skin like glue, eventually managing to peel them off even within the confines of her small tent. She realized she did not have the energy to drag her nightmare from the rucksack, and argued with herself over the logic of sleeping in just her panties. She could get dressed in the morning. She eventually right now she just wanted the relative comfort of her sleeping bag.

9:06 Lightning glowed through the canvas of the tent. She never had been scared of storms, but being here alone, with just a thin piece of material between her body and the full power of Mother Nature that was screaming outside, she suddenly felt a little vulnerable. Sinking a little further into her sleeping bag did little to stop the assault of the storm on her senses. For all the primordial reactions it brought, she was surprised to find herself very aroused.

9:41 It must be the colden wind that had lashed at her body. She muttered, maybe just enjoying a moment would help us relax and sleep. As if her hands were answering the unspoken question, they had moved between her thighs. An avalanche of goosebumps had already veiled her body as her fingers explored the soft material of her panties. A warm wetness welcomed her fingers, the stark contrast to the cold wet, and kissed every other inch of her body, making the sensation so much more intense. As the thunder sounded loudly above, her hips bucked against her hand urgently, Priscilla moved from the gentle strokes of her pussy lips through her panti's to plunging her fingers past the side of her underwear, deep and hard inside her pussy, Feeling

10:39 the severity of her pussy clutching at her fingers. She never knew a storm could be so much of a turn on. Her hips pushed against her clunging hand, forcing her fingers deeper, her thumb, rubbing her clip furiously, and on the next crash of thunder, it was all she could do to cry out, Oh God, as an orgasm exploded through her body, continuing to massage her lips gently just to prolong the sensation. Her body shovered as wave after wave of warm bliss caressed every nerve. Closing her eyes, she eventually sank into a deep sleep, her hand still in her panties, and her hand hadn't moved when she awoke.

11:25 A loud crash of thunder, followed swiftly by the illumination of the lightning, shaking her tent. Without warning, A strong gust blew along her tent, forcing one side to collapse, covering Priscilla in cold water and exposing her to the unhindered view of the storm clouds above. Panicking, she unzipped her sleeping back and stumbled through the mud to John's tent.

11:50 Unzipping the main flap, she scrambled inside, closing the zipper behind her hurriedly. What's happened, John uttered, half asleep. My tent collapsed, she said, shakily, her body shivering from the shop. Where's your clothes, he asked, sensibility flooding his mind. I left them in the tent, she muttered, Okay, get in the sleeping bag. I'll grab your clothes. You do not want wear clothes. In the morning, John crawled out of the sleeping bag. He had also elected to sleep in just his underwear. The tents had been advertised as two person, but given how snug they were as John maneuvered around her, how she could feel every part of his hard body pressing against her trembling skin, Priscilla was just glad they

12:48 had not decided to get one to share. John unzipped the tent flap and took a breath before launching himself into the night, silhouetted by a flash of lightning. Priscilla just sat there, shivering, holding her legs close to her chest as she waited his return. She probably should get into the sleeping bag, but for some reason, she was reluctant until he returned, as if that would change anything.

13:18 She knew. It had only been minutes when he returned, but it did seem like ours before He pushed through the tent flap, dripping with rain. There's nothing you can use tonight, he said. We'll get all your stuff dry in the morning. Reaching over to his rucksack, he pulled out a large T shirt and a towel. Passing her both, he said, dry yourself and put this on before you catch your death of a chill. Her body was already experiencing intense sensations from the cold and the rain, but when the rough caress of the towel moved abrasively over her body, they just seemed to intensify. It took all her will power were to stop herself from moaning loudly.

14:03 She dried her breasts, that rough material, teasing at her already erect nipples. She suddenly realized how much bigger JOm was in her. She could use this as a tent all by itself. I haven't got any panties, I'm afraid, he said, smiling, But you should remove those. I bet they're drenched. Priscilla flushed a deep crimson at the thought of how a row she was earlier, and she slipped her panties down her legs, trying desperately to maintain her dignity by keeping the shirt pulled low from the rain.

14:42 Of course, he added, Oh, yes, the rain, she so, smiling, gently, passing the towel to John to dry himself. She laughed gently as he looked at her hair. That's some serious bed hair, Priscilla. She punched him playf as he dried his own body. In the privacy of her mind, Priscilla kind of regretted that he was drying himself. He looked rather good wet. When he finished trying, he stopped suddenly and whispered, shit, all my dry shorts are in the bottom of my rucksack, and there is no way to take everything out of my rucksack just to get to them.

15:24 Close your eyes, Priscilla, I'll get in the sleeping bag first. That way you won't get any nasty surprises. Priscilla closed her eyes, but let them drift open slightly through sheer curiosity. She turd rumors from the football team about John's prowess, but she really wanted to see for herself. As he slid her shorts off, all the gossip proved to be an understatement. Priscilla had to bite her lips to stop a gasp, leaving her mouth focusing on his groin. She watched him through her eyelashes as he slid into the sleeping bag before saying, okay, kind of decent again. Priscilla slid in with her back towards him to say it was snug was an understatement. Thank god she was only small, But even with her petite frame, she could still feel

16:19 John pressed tight against her back. She could still feel that cock pressed against her ass, with a vision of it in her mind as she closed her eyes. She really doubted she would get much sleep. Some images just leave an impression. It will keep you up all night. John put his arms around her, snuggling in tight to her as best we share our body heat. It will keep you from getting hypothermia. He whispered, the warm caress of his words and breath on her ear, doing nothing to stop the sensations pulsing in her body. He tried to place his hands respectfully, but given how broad they were, how long his fingers were, there was just nowhere he could hold her. That didn't mean he was caressing her breast or the top of her hips. Don't worry about

17:15 your hands, John, Let's just get through to night, she whispered. With that he stopped moving his hand, gently holding her breast so they might share their body heat. Priscilla wasn't sure if it was the lull in the storm that woke her next, as there certainly was one. The thunder and lightning were still overhead, but it was more of a whisper now than a growl. Or maybe it was John's hand caressing her nipple with his thumb in his sleep, and his growing erection that was determinedly pushing between her ass cheeks. Her own body had already started to respond even in sleep. Her hand was between her thighs, stroking her clit, the warm caress of her feminine juices teased at her thighs, the sensation accentuating the desire burning through

18:13 her Wriggling gently so not as to waken John, she managed to part her thighs a little further to allow her hand space to explore between the dripping volts of her pussy, biting the edge of the sleeping bag to suppress a moan as her fingers pushed slowly and firmly inside herself, her core clutching at her fingers, tightening harder and harder with every thrust of those digits. Tears caressed her cheeks as she fought the need to groan loudly, the very act of restraint making the orgasm rise for her body even more intensely. In a desperate need to fill her fingers inside her pelvis rocked against her hand.

18:59 John's cod sliding from between her ass cheeks and now throbbing against her pussy lips. Feeling the tip of his cock pulsing against her fold just sent her pussy into overdrive as it clutched needfully at his erection. The temptation was just too much. Gently, Priscilla rubbed her pussy lips over the tip of his erection. As she continued to rub her clip, Feeling his warm tip just pushing inside was too much to bear, her orgasm growing uncontrollably. She knew if she came like this, she would be sure to wake him and she would die of embarrassment. With a pang of regret, she moved her hips forward, letting John's cock drop from her pussy lightly. He moaned in his sleep, his own frustration evident. Don't stop, he whispered,

19:57 pulling her back against him before he kissed gently on the base of her neck, caressing that soft flesh with the edge of his teeth. Reaching his hand down, he pulled her leg back over his, opening her pussy further. Priscilla's own hand reached down to find his cock and guided him inside her welcoming folds, rubbing his balls as he started to thrust slowly, Every movement of his cock was deliberate and intense, pushing along the walls of her pussy, massaging that one spot that always drove a wild John's hand reaching between her thighs and massaging her clip firmly in perfect time with his thrust, sending the wildfire of pre orgasmic need ricocheting through Priscilla's body, pushing back into him,

20:50 forcing his cock even deeper into her. Her lips stretched tightly around his shaft. She could feel every single motion through every nerve in her pussy, the ripple of every vein in its bulging erection, sending new tremors through her body. Suddenly, he bit on her neck as his other hand clutched hard on her breast, pinching her nipple tightly before grasping at the soft flesh with his finger nails. His body tensing as he thrust deep and hard into Priscilla's dripping pussy.

21:21 Unable to withhold any longer, she moans loudly as her legs tense, her toes curling. She grasped at the sleeping bag with such an intensity that she lost the sense of feeling in her fingers before the rush of orgasm collapsed through her body, the intense clutching of a pussy taking John over the edge as she felt his warm comor rupt inside her. Panting gently, Priscilla immerses herself in the sensation of his still throbbing cough pulsing inside her, not wanting to move in case she loses that feeling.

21:58 Stay right there, she whispers, closing her eyes. She noticed how all the sensations intensified, moaning gently as John pulls her back onto him a little tighter, accelerating the wave of pleasure moving through a body. Silently, they lay there for the longest moment, just enjoying the feeling of being that close. Eventually, John whispered, what say we find a hotel in the morning, and continued this there He kissed her neck gently, sending goosebumps cascading down her body. After a nice hot shower together, of course, he added, that sounds like an awesome I dear, she replied, deliberately, making her pussy clutch at his cock a little harder to show her appreciation. So another week, another story. I hope

22:58 you enjoyed that. Next week, we'll have another new story. Well means you can send in your requests. If you have a fantasy, a story you'd like to hear, then send it in and I will do my best to write it for you. I'm not the best writer, but I'm enthusiastic. Let's say that I'm enthusiastic. So until then and they can get you back in bed again and we can enjoy even wilder pleasure. But for now, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you silacious dreams.

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