Passion and Play in "48 miles in km"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in 48 miles in km. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In 48 miles in km, 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 48 miles in km. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in 48 miles in km; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in 48 miles in km is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.