Exploring the Secret Life of "universe tree" Today

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