Tales of Secret Desire in twisty tube

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