On this day she wore a thin shoulder strap sun dress as she walked along the grassy path, her thoughts wandered here & there she had not realized just how far she had walked, nor did she notice the huge thick storm clouds that had drifted overhead. A crash of thunder brought the woman out of her daydream, she glanced up in time to feel the droplets of rain begin to pelt her face. Beth, as she was called, threw her hand up in a vain attempt to ward off the now falling rain, lightening flashed in the distance as the clouds opened & the rain began to pour, She ran under a huge oak tree, her golden locks now matted down drenched, the dress clung to her body, exposing every curve, every line, underneath she was naked, She was scared yet excited, she watched as the storm drew closer.

She had always loved the rain, she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of it tickling her soft smooth skin, her thoughts returned to earlier, of how much she missed the men, of how lonely she was of how wonderful it would be if instead of the rain assulting her body now, it were one of the men from her clan....but who she thought to herself, she could not really recall any of them ever really catching her eye, then a dark deep wicked thought flashed through her mind, just as lightening flashed across the hillside.

What if Papa was right, what if a Khelt did walk upon her, this thought frightened her, yet arroused her, her hands, ran along her body, dropletts of rain streamed down her slender shapely body. She hugged herself, feeling the slight chill of the wind & rain now, her dress now completely soaked & see through. Beth's hands trailed from her thighs, lifting the dress a bit, she ran them across her body, feathering across her stomach, her nipples now errect, pressed against the light fabric of the dress, dropletts rolled down her face, down the low neck line, down her thighs, as she leaned against the tree, somewhere in the distance lightening flashed once more,

She cupped her firm full breast, caressing them, allowing the rain to seductivly pelt them, her finger tips brushed against her sensitive nipples, her delicate hands moved up to her neck, she could feel the stream of mother nature flowing across her body, her hands, moved up to her soft beautiful face into her now soaked golden hair as she push it back away from her face, she has always loved the rain. Beth's thighs parted as she realized just how arroused she had became by the fact that she had been caught alone, by the down pour, Beth smiled a wicked grin, as she leaned more into the oak, feeling its hard solid form press against her body, against her back, against her firm rounded ass. She left liquid heat began to pool within herself, she felt the heat between her legs, she glanced around, as the rain continued to fall.

Beth saw no one around, her arousal now more then she could take brought naughty thoughts to mind, her body reacts, by arching itself outward craving the feel, the caress of the storm, her hand trailed slowly back down her body, under her dress, her finger tips gentley began to message her now swollen outter folds, her eyes now closed, her head tilted upward, her lips parted in a satisfying moan as her finger tips, gentley began to part her wet lips, she could feel her creamy liquid heat coating her finger as she insert it inside her slick walls, she tenderly bit down upon her bottom lip, as she feel the slight intrussion.

Beth was so lost in the wind, the rain, the flashing northern lights dancing across the sky, the echoing of the thunder, sounding across the glenn, she did not notice, him stepping out from the underbrush his steel blue eyes seemed to drink in all of her, She stopped her dreaming, her eyes widen as he approached slowly, almost stalking, he reminded her of a sleek wolf, his eyes narowed, his nostrles flared, as he seemed to be feeding on her passion, the rain slaped across his face, his long ebony colored hair flying wild, like that of an untamed highland steed, as wild as the storm itself,

A streak of terror invaded Beth, as she watched him nearing, she wanted to run, to run away, to escape, far away, ashamed of being caught, fearful of this stranger, but for some reason she could not move, she remain against the oak tree, in the rain, her finger still embedded deep within her slick, heated wet walls told her that this man had actually intensified her desire, her inner being heated even more the closer he gots, again her mind screams "Run!", but her body would not comply.

He stops just infront of her, lightening flashes off over a hill, creating a stark, ominus look about this stranger, his eyes so intense as he looked upon her, she could actually feel his eyes dance across her body. A word is not spoken between the two of them, as he leaned into her, his hand, cradling her face, as Beth's lips meet his. His hot moist tongue, feathered across her full lips, begging them to part for him, she felt his tongue invade her wanting mouth, her own tongue, entwined with his as his kiss deepened, the storm seemed to have reacted to this man, intensifing.

Bath tasted the contures, the texture of his tongue, she felt his breath upon her face as he kissed her, The stranger embraced Beth, pulling her into him, against his soild body, thru his kilt, thru her drenched dress, she could feel his harden desire for her press against her stomach.

His strong calused hands, slid down the length of her body, cupping her ass, lifting her left leg. Beth could feel her dress raise, she can feel the warmth of his hand against her bare bottom, the intimate touch of fleash to fleash, she felt the flow between her thighs now, so intense, as he removed her soaked finger from within her now creamy walls, She melted into him embracing her unknown lover, He brought her finger up to his lips, and began to suckle, softly gently, seductively, tasting her passion.