Journal Entry
The rain was pounding down upon the roof. Thunder crashed through the heavens and lightening illuminated the room. I stood before the French doors and watched nature unleash her fury. I love storms. I inhaled deeply of the rain scented air.
I can’t imagine what possessed me, it looked dreadful outside but I was compelled to reach for the door handle and exit the room. I stepped half way out onto the balcony high above the gardens and looked out into the blackness of night.
The wind whipped my waist length hair about my body and my thin robe afforded me no warmth from the angry storm, yet I was still compelled to move forward. I knew James would be back soon but there was something out there in the night that called to me.
I could not deny it; I had to go. I pushed the door open a bit further and stepped all the way out, closing the door behind me. Almost instantly my robe was soaked through. It clung to my body like a second skin. The white silk became translucent in the dim light coming from the windows.
I stood there in awe of nature and walked all the way out until I reached the railing. I could feel the icy rain against my skin. Rivulets of water ran down my flesh inside the robe. I could feel the chilling drops of water trace a path down between my breasts and I shivered. I was chilled to the bone and yet something held me there.
Each time lightening struck; the sky became brilliant with flashes of light and color. The fields of heather far below me seemed to dance in the wind. I could hear, nor see anything except for what the storm permitted. It had appeared to take control of the world.
Time seemed to stand still as I stood there. I have no idea how long I stood this way. It was compelling and I was motionless, rooted to my spot against the rail. At some point James must have returned to find me gone and he came looking for me. I knew he would search for me which explained my lack of fear for venturing out in the first place.
He came to stand behind me at the railing. He never spoke a word; he simply pressed his body against mine. I could feel the heat from his body through the drenched material of my robe. I was saturated from head to toe and knew he must be too.
I felt his arms come around me and he placed his hands upon my breasts. I loved feeling the heat of his hands through the icy cold fabric of my robe. I leaned the upper portion of my body over the railing and the lower portion pressed closer against him as if by instinct.
I held the railing with one hand and reached the other around to touch his thigh and found it bare. He had removed all of his clothing before coming to join me. I knew that he intended to make love to me here in the storm. I guess I had expected it, maybe that was the driving force that brought me out here to begin with, I’m not sure but it was something.
He began to kiss my neck and run his hands all over my body. I felt him lean me over the railing and then he traced his hands up and down my spine. There was something so erotic about the way his had pressed against my back, causing my breasts to come in contact with the icy rail.
He touched me and stroked me over and over. The wind whipping at our bodies, the rain was pouring down in torrents. His hands roamed down my back, then lower to my thighs. He slowly slid them back up again. The massaged my flesh through the silk pressing himself against me.
The simplest of acts took the very breath from my lungs. He slid one hand inside my robe pushing it open and I sighed. The cool sharpness of the air was shocking against my skin and yet I loved the way it felt.
All of it, it was so intense and spontaneous. We shared the kind of moment that could never be recreated that night. The conditions were so unique. We both knew, nothing in our lives would ever come this close to perfection.
James slid my robe up my legs so that it was bunched up around my waist. I was still bent over the railing when he entered me. He positioned himself between my thighs and took me from behind.
His entry was swift and forceful. As he penetrated me, thunder crashed across the fields beneath us and lightening tore through the sky. I screamed out with the thunder, my voice lost beneath the sound of the pounding rain. My sodden robe slid away from my body leaving only my shoulders covered. My back was mostly bared to the storm.
James had one hand upon my shoulder and the other was at my waist. The most delicious sensations came to me when his body would shift position from being pressed against me sharing his warmth to moving away from me and allowing the rain to beat down upon my bare skin.
I should have been so cold out there but I felt only desire. I was beyond feeling anything except for what James made me feel. It shocks me still to think that I was so driven.
I could feel myself torn apart like I was the sky with lightening ripping through my very core. He took me there and then on that balcony. It was fast and furious and completely primal. There was nothing in my life beyond that moment that would ever compare.
We didn’t last very long on the balcony. It was an encounter based on sheer need and instinct. I don’t think I’ll ever know its like again. We made love all night that evening. There simply was no getting enough of each other after what we had just shared.
I don’t really understand what drove us to it. If maybe, some how I knew I should be out there waiting for him or if somehow he knew I waited there. I wondered about it for a long time and in the end I decided that it was the experience that really mattered not why or how it happened.
He and I knew something that was incomparable and unforgettable. I’ll always have that night to look back upon. When I am old, when I am weary, when I am no longer beautiful or desirable, I will remember. I will remember that I was young and beautiful, I was alive and through that night I was desired as no woman had ever been before.