Stormy Meetings

Stormy nights bring out the most mischievous thoughts in the mistress. There's something about the tension and the fear, the collision of the atmosphere. She is a woman of power, her business as well as her personal life are always in her control. Storms are an erotic pleasure to her for the mere fact that she must bend to the will of the storm, it has control of her, something that so very rarely happens in her day to day life. Her thoughts stir as the thunder cracks in the night. The sultry feel of the air warms her skin yet somehow terrifies her. These are the nights when she is at her very best. The breeze blows soft rain through her thick raven black hair dampening it. Her vivid green eyes glimmer in the rain soaked window with the thoughts of what is to come, she has waited so long for another storm like this. The last one she remembers was nearly a year before, and she licks her lips with the memory of that wonderful night.

He saw her walk gracefully into the dimly lit bar and immediately his mouth watered. Their eyes locked and he nearly winced from the intensity of her gaze. Her features were so striking a strong feminine jawline was outlined with perfect midnight curls. The deep sensuous green of her eyes had Gavin mesmerized. Gavin had to lock his jaw to keep it from hitting the floor as she sauntered up to where he was seated at the bar nursing his watered down Jack Daniels.

Mistress found him almost immediately. He was sitting at the bar sipping something she assumed had been there for a while. He was perfect. She had to stop herself from smiling as she caught him holding back his reaction of shock as he realized she was approaching him. He looked to be just over 6' with unkempt sandy brown hair that hung just past his ears. His eyes were set back and of a gentle gold color but what really had her was the smile that radiated as she got close. She returned his warm smile with one of her own and a subtle bat of her long dark lashes.

Gavin eased as the beautiful stranger slipped onto a bar stool next to him. Her smile was wide and friendly with a touch of class. He reached out and gently took her hand and kissed it, a bit afraid that he was being too forward. She blushed girlishly and giggled as he lowered her hand back to the bar. He opened his mouth and in a deep masculine voice informed her that his name is Gavin. Her voice was sultry and full of stormy femininity as she replied, "It's nice to meet you Gavin, my name is Sonya."Sonya, Gavin thought, an angel with a name that fits her perfectly. The sound of her voice had Gavin anxious for each syllable she uttered.

Sonya and Gavin fell into a lull of talking, growing comfortable, and getting to know each other. The thought that Gavin was perfect for the night crossed Sonya's mind many times throughout their conversation. She fluttered her fingertips gently against his cheek and smiled when he shivered from the touch of her porcelain skin. Mistress knew he would be hers tonight.

Gavin realized he would be hers forever. He gently took Sonya's hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. They were the only ones dancing but he didn't care. Sonya's sensual eyes and full lips kept Gavin's attention completely on her. He knew the longer he stayed in her company the more willing he would become to give her anything she desired.

Sonya's need for Gavin deepened as he pulled her into a mind shattering kiss. His soft lips pressed up against hers completely and the bar disappeared. They were the only ones there, the only ones in the world in their minds. "My place," she whispered into his ear as their mouths broke apart. Taking Gavin's hand she pulled him through the crowded bar out onto the street. Sonya veered him away from the car she knew was his and told him that it wasn't far, they could walk.

Gavin's mind spun with the reality of the night.