The Purrfect Storm The walk along the beach was almost perfect, except for the storm rolling in. She knew the storm was fast approaching, as such she found herself in need of a place to seek shelter from the raging winds and frequent lightning flashes.

She hurried down the beach, wishing she had not set out on her adventure alone. A little frightened, she found herself questioning why she did not ask him to come and explore the beach with her. He was only doing paperwork, paying bills and managing his finances online, surely that could have waited until later, had she only ask him to come with her. The sky was so dark, no stars or moon could be seen. The only light that filled the night sky came from the brilliant flashes of lightning that were occurring more often than she would have liked. A feeling of urgency and fear quickened her steps, during a flash of lightning she realized how close she was to the old lighthouse, and she decided to seek shelter there, hoping it was unlocked and uninhabited. With each flash of lightning her pulse would quicken along with her gait, soon she was at the base of the lighthouse.

Approaching the door, she grabbed the handle and gave it a pull, the door opened without a problem, and she quickly stepped inside. The lighthouse appeared abandoned for the evening, but the beacon continued to flash, warning any approaching ships of the danger that lies ahead, aiding them in their nights journey. She quietly approached the stairs, and began to climb them to the top of the lighthouse. She thought she heard the door open again, but could not see or hear anyone coming up the stairs behind her.

The beacon was flashing its brilliant light upon the coastline and the sea, she stared out at the churning ocean, wondering if the storm would quickly die out, or if it was set in for the night. Suddenly she heard a noise, footsteps coming up the stairs. She looked for a place to hide, but the room was void of any such place. She decided it had only been her imagination getting the best of her, and she turned once again to stare out into the vast fury of the storm, feeling safe in her surroundings once more. She stood there, silently watching the storm, when suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders, a shiver of fright coursed down her spine, she tried to turn around, but the hands that grasped her were strong and would not allow her to free herself, or turn around. A strong arm found its way around her waist, while a hand tilted her chin and turned her mouth around, as a hungry mouth covered her own and begin to kiss her so passionately that her nipples began to harden and push through the lace of her dress. Her mouth captured and held prisoner by the hunger of anothers, as a hand began to explore her abdomen, making its way up, then cupping her breast. Exploring fingers found an erect nipple, and began teasing it seductively, as his tongue continued to probe her hungry mouth. His kisses were fierce, urgent, and sweet. His hands toured her body, pulling her dress open and exposing the round, firm breasts that had become so erect due to the flirtations of his fingers.

He spun her around effortlessly, and grabbed both sides of her dress in his hands, ripping it from her , exposing her half naked, aroused body, just as the beacon of light flashed her way, causing her porcelain skin to glow as if she were a ghost. She still could not see who her capturer was, as the light seemed to silhouette his body, his face remaining dark, hidden from her.

The pinkness of her areolas was heightened by the darkness of her fuchsia colored nipples, firm, erect, begging to be suckled by his hungry mouth. He greedily took one into his mouth, his tongue tracing circles around it, then sucking it in, stretching it out, the nibbling it, as his hands continued to rip their way through the remains of her lace dress, exposing her entire naked body to him. He stood back suddenly, grabbing her shoulders, pushing her away, in order to gaze upon her flesh, as the beacon once again bathed her in brilliant light. Her long red hair was loose, silhouetting her body.

Her skin was smooth as silk, breasts firm and round, waist small , hips full and sexy, and her softness was shaved into a little strip of soft, coppery hair. He delighted himself in looking at her, but he was hungry, aroused, and she was his evenings prey. He pulled her closer to his body, and began to kiss her mouth, ears, neck, breasts, and abdomen, working his way down to the coppery tuft of hair that adorned her softness. He lifted her up, grabbing her hips, and pulled her softness into his face. She reached down with her hands and opened it up for him, silently begging him to explore it with his tongue. He begin to slide his tongue up and down her slit, her personal place tingling and growing more and more swollen with every flick of his tongue. She began to push forward, urging him to probe more deeply with his tongue. His tongue found her personal place and began taunting it, teasing it until it was swollen and protruding out, begging to be sucked, kissed, nibbled and coerced into releasing its sweet, sticky, nectar. He consumed her softness with his well skilled mouth, his teeth grazing her personal place as he sucked it in between them. Moaning loudly, she grasped his head in her hands, nearly drowning him in her juices as she came with full force, gushing her sweetness into his mouth. He hungrily lapped up each drop, savoring the taste of it, yet she was not through, she continued to gush forth, completely swept away by his tongues passionate journey.

He pulled away suddenly, sliding her down his body, down to the floor. She quickly began stripping his clothing away, ripping his shirt from his chest, planting kisses along the way as she headed further downward. She fumbled with his belt, and removed her greedy hands, undoing the buckle and pulling it from his pants, as her fingers found the zipper and pulled it down, opening his pants and pushing them downward, all the while toying each exposed inch of skin.

He moaned seductively as she purred like a kitten, her mouth finding his fully aroused length. With great hunger and delight, she encircled her tongue around the tip of his length, lapping up the small pool of juice that escaped from it.

She growled, almost tiger like, as she began to toy up and down his shaft wildly, wetting it, making it all slick and slippery.

Pursing her lips together tightly, she placed her mouth at the tip of is length and quickly sucked it into her tight, wet mouth, sucking just the tip of it in and out quickly, over and over again, until he too growled passionately and his hips began to grind forward. With each suckle, she ventured further down his swollen shaft, until she completely gulped him down her throat. He pushed himself in and out of her throat, setting a pace that was fast and furious. Unflinching, she continued to suck him fully in and out of her sexy throat, making love to him passionately with her mouth.

He became overwhelmed by the fact that this petite little woman could so fiercely, hungrily, devour his entire shaft, swallowing him completely down her sexy little throat, and he suddenly began to stiffen, nearly coming in her throat. He pulled away from her mouth, quickly picking her up and sliding her up his body, pushing her up against the glass of the windows. He held her up and pushed the head of his swollen shaft into her tight, soaking wet, swollen softness. He allowed only the tip in at first, pulling out and rubbing it against her swollen personal place, until she could stand it no longer, and she forced him deeply inside her.

He began to pump himself in her softness as fiercely as she had suckled him, pounding her with fast, deep penetrations. She began to orgasm with great force, each one hitting her harder than the last, as she was swept away with wave after wave of orgasmic delight. Their love making as fierce as the storm, full of passions fury and delight, they both became completely consumed, swept away together, alone in the old lighthouse. They made love for hours and hours, over and over again, as though they had never loved before this, and may never love again, after this night was over, falling asleep in each others arms just before dawn. The sound of Seagulls awakened them into the brilliance of day, and they both laughed wickedly as they realized it was not a dream, but an actual fantasy made to come true in the dark solitude of the lighthouse, when natures fury and passion echoed that of their own.