Passionate Whispers: "all urban central"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in all urban central. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In all urban central, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for all urban central. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in all urban central; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in all urban central is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.