Flash in the Storm

The storm hit out of nowhere, like it had decided to throw us together. I was standing by the big window of the photography studio where me and Lera, my hotel roommate, had ducked in to escape the downpour, and from the first second I couldn't take my eyes off how her wet blouse clung to her full tits. Lera shook her wet hair, and droplets flew to the floor. Our eyes met, and this thick, almost electric tension hung in the air. My fingers accidentally brushed her wrist when I helped her take off her soaked jacket, and she didn't pull her hand away.

"Fuck, we're soaked through..." she breathed out, but there was no complaint in her voice, just this husky edge that made my cock instantly heavy. "And the studio's empty. The photographer's probably not coming because of the rain."

"So we're alone here," I answered, not looking away from her lips. "And your clothes... they're showing way too much."

Lera slowly ran her palm over her wet blouse, like she was checking how much it had stuck to her. Her nipples were already hard little bumps under the thin fabric. She noticed where I was looking and gave a bold smile.

"You like it? Then keep watching."

She turned to the rack of props for shoots—there were different costumes, dresses, corsets hanging there. The storm was roaring outside, flashes of lightning lighting up the half-dark studio with its softboxes, white umbrellas, and plush ottomans. Lera took a black lace dress with a deep neckline off the rack and pressed it against herself.

"What if I change?" she asked, already unbuttoning her blouse. "You want to watch me do it?"

My palms were sweating. The desire hit me so hard I stepped closer, almost pressing her against the wall between two light stands.

"Yeah. Slow. So I can see every button."

Lera didn't argue. She unbuttoned her blouse all the way, slowly pulling it off her shoulders. The wet fabric slid over her skin, revealing a lace bra. I could see her fingers trembling as she unzipped her skirt. The skirt fell to her feet, and Lera was left in just her panties and stockings. The storm outside drowned out her quickening breath.

"Your turn to help," she whispered, turning her back to me. "The zipper on this dress is tricky."

I moved in close. My hard cock pressed against her ass through my pants. Lera let out a soft moan and pushed her hips back a little. My hands slid over her back, unhooking the clasps on the new dress. I took my time on purpose, running my fingers over every fold of lace, along the curve of her spine. When the dress finally settled on her, it clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every curve.

"Now I want to undress you," Lera said, turning around. Her eyes were burning. "Take it all off. Right here, by the softbox."

I pulled my shirt off over my head. Lera undid my belt with trembling fingers, slid my pants down. My cock sprang out, heavy and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around it, ran her thumb over the head, smearing a drop of precum.

"God, you're so hot..." she whispered. "I want to feel it inside me. Now."

We didn't bother looking for a bed. Lera leaned back against a wide ottoman, hiked the dress's hem up. I stood between her legs, pushed her wet panties aside, and slowly slid into her hot, slick pussy. She arched her back, digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Oh... deeper..." Lera breathed out. "Fuck me in this dress. I want to feel the fabric rubbing against my skin."

I started moving, slow at first, savoring every inch of her wet tightness. Each thrust made the dress rustle. The lightning flashes outside lit up her face—her mouth open, her eyes rolling back. I picked up the pace, switching to hard, deep strokes. Lera moaned louder, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"Turn me over..." she asked hoarsely. "I want doggy. I want you to take me hard."

I pulled out of her, turned Lera face-down over the ottoman. She got on all fours, hitching the dress up to her waist. I slid back into her pussy, this time from behind, holding her hips. The rhythm got fast and rough. The slap of our bodies drowned out the thunder. My balls were hitting her clit, and Lera started to tremble.

"Yeah... just like that... fuck me harder," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop!"

Her pussy clenched around my cock in orgasmic spasms. I kept pounding into her until I felt myself about to blow. At the last second, I pulled out sharply and came on her firm ass, hot streams of cum splattering across the black lace of the dress. Lera was breathing heavily, her head down.

The storm outside started to die down. We were both quiet, trying to catch our breath. She turned her head, looked at me through her tangled hair, and gave that same bold smile.

"This was just the beginning, right? 'Cause there's plenty more dresses here."