Microfantasy Monday, week 30 : thunder

Microfantasy Monday is a weekly writing exercise brought to us by Ang, the Sweltering Celt. This week’s theme is “Thunder“.

Jude was just finishing up his part of the fence repair when the first clap of thunder rumbled across the pasture.  Dark storm clouds were rolling in from the southwest, a bracingly cool breeze had swept away the afternoon’s muggy air and he could smell rain on the way.  Not a nice cooling summer rainfall either, it would be hard and cold.

He straightened up and looked over to where she was struggling with another section.  The boss’s daughter, home from college and normally pretty smooth with farm work, was rushing with no apparent progress.  Her blond hair tumbled out from under an old straw cowboy hat, her ass tightly framed in her Levi’s, then he caught a glimpse of her eyes, wide with fear, as another loud crack of thunder rattled against the nearby barn, followed closely by a slashing whip crack of lightening against the far ridge.

“Go ahead to the barn, I’ll finish up for ya.  Rain’s about to hit.”  She hesitated, she’d been trying to prove herself to him all summer, but just then a gust of wind brought the first slashing rain drops and she blurted a “thanks” as she turned and sprinted toward the open barn door.

Not too long after, soaked to the skin through his thin work shirt, he came jogging into the barn.  He shook the water out of his hat and ran fingers through his short hair, pushing the cold water off his head.  Another loud thunder clap broke directly above them and he looked over at her.  She was sitting on a bale of hay, staring at him with big eyes, as if she’d never seen him before.  He stared back at her, confused by her reaction, it didn’t seem as though the thunder had bothered her this time, something else was on her mind.

“Jude, you’re, uh… I, mean, I knew you were .. but I guess I’d forgotten because you’re such a guy..” she tapered off and stood up, walking toward him, an expression on her face he hadn’t seen before, a smile that seemed warm and predatory at the same time.   Jude glanced down and saw that the shirt was clinging to him, clearly revealing his breasts.

She stopped directly in front of him, so close he could smell her hair and the salty tang of her sweat.  For a moment he was swept away by the sensation of being that close to her and allowing himself to feel what he’d been denying all these months.

“You should probably take that shirt off and wring it out, don’t want you catching a cold.”    She reached out and began to unbutton it, “Here, let me help you.”

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