Hot Babes Hot Nights

Storm Front

A tap came at her door almost inaudible, but she chose not to answer.

‘’Ro open the door please, darlin’, I just want to talk. I promise I won’t try anything funny.’

Scott watched Logan plead to Ororo with the door wondering what he did to make her not open it in the first place.

‘’Ro, I know yer in there, baby please let’s talk about…’

Logan felt the hand on his shoulder and knew who it was the moment he emerged from the stairs. Logan knew Scott was watching him and made him think he did something wrong Ororo just to get another rise out of him.

‘If she doesn’t want to talk Logan then leave her alone until she does.’
‘Back off Slim, none o’ yer concern here.’
‘As long as you’re in this house it concerns me.’
‘Fine.’

Logan stepped away from the door with his hands up showing defeat and went to his room. Scott shook his head wondering what he was going to do with Logan, thinking he was too much trouble for his worth. Turning to the door he tapped as lightly as Logan had and turned the knob. Concerned for Ororo’s welfare and wanting any excuse to punish Logan he proceeded into the room when a crash of lightening filled the dark room. Jumping almost out of his khakis he saw the light from her bathroom door. Walking silently on the carpet, his footsteps padded as he saw the door ajar enough for him to peek in and see what she was doing.

He saw the beautiful Goddess bathed in a hue of dark red, surrounded by the spray of the shower. Her hair matted on her back and breasts, her bangs curling around her eyes. The curve of her flawless back faced him, the smooth curve of her apple shaped ass sitting on the edge of the tub. A loud rumble of thunder shook the house as he watched her moan aloud, unaware of his presence. Widened eyes saw that Ororo, the most controlled female he’d ever known was pleasuring herself before his eyes. A loud crash of thunder filled the room again with a bright searing light. Scott held his breath as he watched her long graceful leg emerge and sit in an arch on the tub and her back push against he tile. Her wrist moved in slow up and down motions, her nipples firmed as he watched her pleasure herself in the most forbidden way.
Her hand curled hungrily around her breast pinching and stretching it, twisting the pert nipple between her fingers until she groaned with delight. The warmth growing in the pit of her belly to the hot walls of her pussy made her dance in a hypnotic swirl, her hips writhing against the imaginary cock she illusioned between her hot thighs. Ororo moved letting the water wash over her, the prickles of the water made her shiver, Scott wasn’t sure if it was from the water or the vigorous movement of her hand between her legs and he really didn‘t care. As her body jumped, her breasts jutting and her moans grew longer, but softer, Scott could only lick his lips. Scott felt his cock growing under his pants his dick pushing against the fabric needing his hand to sooth the growin ache as he watched his oldest and dearest friend tease herself.

Rain began coming down in sheets against the windows as he looked away from Ororo just for a second. He watched as the lightening flashed in the clouds like snapping incriminating picture of him trying to pull himself away from the forbidden sight only three feet away. Only turning his head slightly he saw her mouth open, the water soaking her, her knees joined together as he saw her cum. Ororo groaned, tossing head side to side, her hand grasping at the tiles for support as her hips rocked wildly back and forth, her fingers working her pussy and clit as the explosion took over her. The mirror sitting on the wall showed Scott the whole show. Absent mindedly his hand rubbed against the crotch of his pants stroking the suffocating member trying to ease the discomfort still growing.

Logan sat outside ‘Ro’s bedroom door listening and smelling at the arousal floating on the air under the door. He grew angry when he caught a whiff of Scott’s and even madder if it was him inside instead of him. Running outside he climbed the wall to her bedroom balcony and saw Scott standing groping himself staring through the bedroom door. In the middle of the rumble and lightening he knew what ‘Ro was up to and hurried before another bolt lit up the room alerting Scott of his presence.

Getting back to his room he towels off and changes his clothes again, this time black jeans, his best cowboy boots, a nice white shirt and a black cowboy hat. Splashing on his favorite cologne he quickly makes a several calls and then waits. Scott watched Ororo’s shaky hand turn the knob to the shower to ‘off’ and he slowly stepped back to leave the room when he heard a audible knock on her door. Cursing himself he jumped into her closet hoping her robe was not inside. She emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. His eyes followed her to the door but it blocked his view and he immediately got annoyed at the gravelly voice talking to her.

‘Just wanted t’ make sure yer okay.’
‘I’m fine Logan, you don’t have to worry yourself so much.’
‘I know, but I do darlin’. I don’t want no hurt comin’ yer way if I can help it.’
‘Thank you, that’s sweet.’

Forgetting about the few seconds that passed her hand touched his face and she knew he caught the scent on her fingers from the look on his face. Snatching her hand away, embarrassed, Logan only smiled and took his eyes away from her looking at her legs.

‘So I was wonderin’ if yer finished with the shower….I’d like to treat ya to a nice dinner, my treat.’
‘Logan…I don’t know.’
‘Can I come in?’
‘I…sure you can.’

She closed the door but stood near it in case Logan got a little too frisky.

‘Nice room ‘Ro, I like the art on the wall.’
‘Logan…’
‘Sorry Ororo, I like the art on the wall.’

He had his back to her looking at a painting she did herself of the Serengeti and she caught herself surveying over Logan. She never quite saw him so ‘dressed’ if that was the word. He wasn’t sloppy, just rough around the edges, not quite as clean cut as Scott, the Professor or Remy, but that was a quality about Logan she enjoyed. The jeans look like they were specifically cut for his legs, she could see the curve in his thigh as he stood on his tiptoes eyeing a detail in the picture. His eye turned towards her and got back on his feet turning toward her. He knew Scott was in the closet his anger flowed through the slats like poison toward him.

‘You look beautiful like that.’
‘Like what?’
‘The way yer glowin’ from…ya know.’
‘How dare you…’
‘No, no really you look absolutely radiant Ororo, not like ya never don’t go a day without lookin’ it, but really…’
‘Logan, please.’
‘I’m not tryin’ nothin’ funny darlin’ I just want to apologize fer any wrong doin’ on my part to ya recently. Let me take you out to dinner, I’ll be on my best behavior.’
He stood in front of keeping his eyes locked on hers, taking her hand reassuring her it was not a trick.

‘Please darlin’, it would make my day if ya fergive this old dog. I just want what’s best fer ya.’

His thumb rubbed her chin then ran it across her lips. The drops from her hair beaded on her chest falling between the divide of her breasts. Logan looked into her eyes bringing his hand to her face leaning it down towards his for a kiss, instead he leaned over licking away the water following the trails the drops left. Her skin was so warm against his tongue as he lapped slowly along the curve of her breasts up along the tiny divot in her collar bone. The smell of her lingering arousal and the faint smell of flowers dancing off her skin made Logan growl with a longing need to take her.

His hand snaked through her hair grabbing a handful tilting her head to the side to get a full view of her neck. Moving the strands of hair sticking to her he placed light kisses along the trace of her neck. Warm, sensual kisses that made Ororo wobble a little. Logan placed his hand on her hip holding her close to him, still touching her skin with slow, intimate kisses whispering to her with each kiss.

‘I..just..want..to..please..you..any..and..every..way..I..know..how..Ororo.’

His words, his gruff voice send a heat to her pussy that made her moan into his own ear. He nibbled on ear tickling it between his teeth.

‘Please go out wit me, I promise I’ll be good to you.’

He ran his hand up and down her back fighting himself from ripping the towel from her body and carrying her to the bed. Scott watched like a teenager watching his first porn movie, cock hard and ready for the action, impatient of the talking and foreplay. Surprised he was feeling this way, he prayed Ororo said yes so he could relieve himself, hopefully with Jean if she was around.
Scott watched as Logan moved Ororo’s head to the other side placing the same loving touch he did the other side. He watched her bite her lip wanting to say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ but the attention felt too good to her to refuse. Scott clutched his cock as if it were yelling at them to get on with it when Ororo finally spoke.

‘I’ll, go with you Logan if….’

Logan kneels down kissing her stomach through the thick terry cloth wanting so bad to open it and taste her warm skin on his lips.

‘If I what darlin’?’
‘Stop that so I can get dressed.’

He lifted the bottom creeping his hands under rubbing his hands down her sinewy legs poking his head inside kissing the line along her hip near her dark curls. She let out a light chuckle as his beard brushed against her tickling her.

‘But ya taste so good, do I have to?’

He moved to the v hidden under the nicely shaven hair running his tongue between her lips grazing the full of it on her clit. Letting out a long deep moan she got down on her knees in front of Logan, not to kiss him, but because she was on the verge of collapsing feeling his hot tongue graze across her already aching pussy.

‘Logan, please. I’ll go to dinner with you if you let me get dressed and stop your little game.’

He cocked a confident smile and kissed her on the cheek then helped her up off the floor. She watched him open the door then lean back in before closing it.

‘By the way Ororo, ya look good in that white strapless get up and those strappy white sandals with the diamond accents.’

She watched him leave and proceeded to get ready. Whatever Logan had planned for her this evening she was going to be ready, but if he was at all like he was moments ago she didn’t know if she had the strength to fight him. She looked at herself in the mirror wondering what she was doing. It was true Logan did do something to her, the way his voice demanded attention, his body moving or not moving looking like a work of art, the way he seemed gruff and uncaring but deep down he was a softy. The thoughts rolled around in her head then swiveled down to her pussy, pulsing between her legs eager for the night ahead.

It did seem besides the Professor she was the only one not involved or even having a casual sex relationship with someone even outside the mansion, maybe it was just her due. Pulling on the sandal then adjusting the dress, showing cleavage but only enough to make other men drool and Logan jealous she was on her way out the door. Relieved she was finally gone, cock still in hand, Ororo being naked rubbing baby oil all over her body not helping his situation at all, Scott snuck out of her room via the balcony in search of his love for a little relief. He wanted to follow Ororo and Logan for her protection but something bigger was begging his attention.