Passionate Glances: "maple street beach"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in maple street beach. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In maple street beach, 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 maple street beach. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in maple street beach; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in maple street beach is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.