Sam drove the horse on as fast as he dared through the deluge of rain. I was thankful that Eric had chosen an enclosed type of buggy when he had purchased this one, for it kept us dry on our race back to the inn. Sam pulled into the long driveway and straight up to the house. "You go on inside and I'll take the horse and buggy back to the barn. I don't want you to get drenched. Here, throw this quilt over your head.", he gave me the orders but I didn't feel threatened by them at all. I took the quilt from his large hand and held it above my head as he held my hand and steadied me on the buggy steps. I barely got wet at all as I stepped out of the buggy and took the few steps up onto the covered porch. I turned to watch Sam maneuver the buggy to the barn after I stepped far enough onto the porch that I was safe from the splatter of the rain.
The buggy disappeared into the barn so I went inside to light a few lanterns since the storm had turned the day into near darkness. When those were lit I remembered that we had never finished the meal I had packed. I took the quilt that was pretty wet to the back room to hang it up so it would dry and then went to the quilt cabinet and pulled out a clean, dry quilt in a Lone Star pattern. I spread it out on the floor and then sat the basket beside it. If we couldn't have a picnic outside we'd have one in the house.
A few minutes later I heard boot steps on the front porch and then door swung open revealing a very wet Sam. The water dripped off of his long hair and ran in rivulets down his neck. I grabbed a towel and handed it to him, "Here is a towel. Go on into your room and change and then we can have our picnic inside.", I said as I gestured toward the quilt on the floor in front of the fire place. Sam nodded and answered, "I'll come back and get the fire going in just a few minutes." I lowered my eyes so as to not lust over the way the tee shirt clung to the broad expanse of his chest under the plaid button up. Sam was gone almost as suddenly as he came into the room and I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in until that moment.
When I made my way back into the living room after changing out of the wet clothes, I found Grace staring out the window at the torrents of rain coming down outside. It beat against the roof and against the windows. I stopped when I realized that she wasn't aware that I had entered the room and just watched her for a few seconds. She had a few wisps of blonde hair poking out from beneath her prayer cap. I figured the rush from the buggy into the house had loosened those pieces some. She had her arms folded across her middle and a faraway look in her eyes. I wondered what she was thinking about as I cleared my throat to let her know I was back.
Grace turned to me and a gentle smile spread across her lips, "All dry?", she asked simply. I smoothed my hand over the front of my navy blue tee shirt, "All except for my hair.", I said with a bit of a laugh in my voice. "I'll start the fire. Why don't you lay out the food?" I began building the fire and then struck a match and got it going. When I turned back to the quilt, Grace was sitting with her legs folded beneath her and a few sandwiches and cut fruit were sitting on plates and in bowls. I padded over in my sock feet and joined her on the quilt. "This looks delicious. I think the rush to get out of the rain made me hungry.", I smiled at her as I talked.
I picked up one of the chicken salad sandwiches and took a bite. Sure enough it was good, but I hadn't eaten anything that Grace had made that wasn't good. Grace handed me a glass of water and then picked up a sandwich of her own, "I'm sorry you had to get wet. I didn't think about the storm coming up so quickly.", she said around the bite of sandwich. I picked up a strawberry and bit into it. It was quite juicy and the juice ran down my chin. I felt foolish as Grace quickly grabbed a napkin and rose to her knees to wipe the juice from my chin. Our eyes locked and I felt lost. Leaning forward, I captured her lips with my own and it was then that I felt her give in to me. With her on her knees she was just at the right height with me. I wound my arms around her slim waist and pulled her against me. The rain outside intensified as my heart began to race with desire.
Grace allowed me to slip my tongue past her lips and even let her own tongue play along with mine. After a few long seconds, I heard Grace groan and then she pulled away. She was breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered closed, "We can't." I ran a hand through my hair in frustration and tried to control my own breathing. Just as I was about to rise from the pallet in the floor I was nearly knocked over by Grace as she threw her arms around me and crushed her lips to mine again. She climbed into my lap and we were soon lost in each other. My hands roamed up her back and grasped the prayer cap, pulling it from her head and releasing her pinned up hair all in one smooth move. The silken, blonde tresses cascaded down her back and over my hands. I soon wound my hands in the tresses as Grace broke from our kiss to throw her head back to catch her breath. I leaned forward again and assaulted her exposed neck.
Grace's hands fumbled with the hem of my tee shirt as she struggled to pull it up my torso and over my head. When my shirt was on the floor her mouth fell to the crook of my neck and her lips played along my clavicle. My hands fisted in her hair and I felt myself growing hard beneath where she sat straddle of me. She must have felt it too because she ground herself against me. I didn't want to stop her but I was also pretty confused by her actions with her being Amish. I knew they were very modest in their ways and beliefs.
Though it was the hardest thing I had ever done, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little, "Grace I don't want you to think you have to do this. I know your culture is different from my own." Her pupils were blown, making the green of her eyes almost look too dark. She took a shaky breath and placed on palm on my jaw, "I know I don't have to do this Sam. Do you know how long it's been since I've been with a man? Even though my culture is different I have needs as well." I nodded slightly and leaned forward to kiss her gently but not as passionately. "I would never want to make you feel as if you had to do any of this. I do not expect it." The thunder cracked loudly and lightning lit up the sky, "I want this Sam. I want you." Her hands fell to the buckle of my belt, pulling the end through easily. Before I knew it my top button was undone and I could feel a relief already.
I helped her pull her dress over her head and was surprised to find relatively sexy panties and bra underneath. Her breasts heaved in anticipation. I let my fingers skim softly over the tender flesh and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to me. I reached to unfasten the clasp of the bra in the back and was pleased as her breasts spilled out and into my waiting hands. They were warm beneath my palms and her nipples instantly hardened as I skimmed the pads of my thumbs over them. Grace was trembling slightly as I leaned forward and captured on nipple between my lips and gently sucked. A moan rumbled deep in her throat. I worshiped her in this way for several long seconds before I lay her back and then finished removing my jeans and underwear. I watched as Grace's eyes slipped down my torso until her gaze rested at the juncture between my legs. I reached to smooth my fingers along her jaw and then placed a finger beneath her chin, "We can stop any time you want Grace."
In answer she reached for me, pulling me down on top of her, "Make love to me Sam." I reached between us and removed her panties, the last remaining barrier between us. I then let my fingers delve gently into her warmth, making sure that she was ready for me. After a few seconds she gave me a slight nod and then began to kiss me. I took myself in my hand and rubbed along her opening, wetting the head before I pushed gently forward. Grace broke our kiss and threw her head back with a low moan. I stopped afraid I had hurt her. When she had adjusted to my size she gently urged me on by raising her hips to meet my thrust. The thunderstorm crashed down around us outside the house and the fire crackled but I was lost to Grace and our lovemaking.
When I could hold out no longer I slowed my pace and rose above her, "I'm close Grace. I should have been more prepared." She must have understood what I meant because she looked at me with a hint of pain, "It's ok Sam. I can't have children and I trust you." With that being said I took a few more strokes and just as she let out a cry of pleasure I let myself give in to my own pleasure. I held myself still and watched as she rode out our climax. When we were both spent, I came down beside her and pulled her against my side. I didn't know where this relationship would go but for the night I just wanted to hold her and feel. The rain beating on the windows and the crackle of the fire soon lulled us to sleep.