HURRICANE By Terri
Every summer without exception tropical storms, embryonic hurricanes, form off the west coast of Africa. This combustive mix of warm and cold air swoops into the Carribbean, gathering strength off the northeast coast of South America, rocks back and forth meditatively, indecisive, sometimes for days, as if not yet conscious of the nature and objective of its destructive intent. Tropical Strom Chantal nibbles provocatively at the notheast coast of the socialist state, taking aim as it frequently does at south-eastern coast of Florida.
The guests at Hotel Myopia gathered in the lobby of the hotel and looked on anxiously at the live CNN reports. Everyone had been following the progress of the storm/hurricane for days, hoping it would change its direction at the last minute. In the final days before the arrival of Chantal, there were those who struggled with the thought of leaving the safe confines of the hotel and heading further inland to safer and higher ground; thoughts like those came and went, with only a precious few deciding to leave. Now that they were in the teeth of the hurricane, many had left their rooms to watch the flickering television screen in the hotel lobby, as well as to commiserate with one another.
"Maybe, just about now we should start taking in all the animals," Terri proposed facetiously, trying to make light of the rain, lightning and thunder outside, and the general sense of panic in the hotel lobby. "I have a feeling that forty days and forty nights may be a tad on the optimistic side," she continue. Her stab at gallows humour, he thought, shuffled his feet and attempted to disarm whatever concern she may have. "I think you're exaggerating the case, we knew there was a chance the storm would pass this way, and we've taken the time to prepare by stocking up with food, emergency medical supplies; there is a backup generator just in case we lose the electricity. This is south florida. We will have hurricanes." He thought himself too formal and a trifle unconvincing. After a slight pause, "Don't worry, everything will be fine," more animated this time and coming a bit closer to striking the notes he wanted. Her familiar tone and attitude is prefaced by two previous encounters and exchanges. The first was upon her arrival at the hotel, and then late last night when she ordered a greek salad that took some time to put together, since the hotel lacked some of the principal requirements: feta cheese, black kalamata olives and olive oil.
Terri Torbenson is from some obscure mid-western state, here to attend a business convention, called off at the last minute because of the approaching storm. He recalled being strucked, uprooted, in fact, upon her arrival at the hotel. She was wearing a stylishly cut black evening dress, with the hemline falling well above her knees, the neckline sloping downward, providing, depending on where you were, periodic glimses of the sides of her breasts. The dress was not very useful at all in terms concealing the very supple and youthful body underneath. She was businesslike with a kind of functional friendliness you would expect from that kind of professional, the matter of fact friendliness complimenting the late-twenties/thirtyish, middleclass sensuality. She checked in without any problem, handed her card to swipe the door, and headed off in the direction of the elevators. He recalled the surging sense of arousal he felt watching her from behind. Thinking back, he had some difficulty explaining how he felt: I am therefore I fuck did not explain his position entirely. He was not generally attracted to business types. He did, however, find her body, her face, and granite confidence very attractive, even compelling.
Fucking a person is in some twisted way an attempt to understand a person; it cuts through all the pretentiousness, the social constructs and conventions that often serve as a barrier to human contact--this is especially so where there is the issue of social distance. Its also undeniable that sometimes one needs a good fuck in much the same way as one would need a good meal, to appease hunger and our sense of emptiness. And, to be sure, a meal at McDonalds would serve the same functional purpose as eating at the best restaurant. Terri stood before him now dressed more causally in blue jeans, running shoes and a white cotton shirt. She was without makeup and seemed smaller than when she stood across from his desk upon her arrival "I am actually surprise that you're still here" she began, referring to the salad fiasco last night. "Oh, I'm surprised as well, my shift ended four hours ago, its just that the weather has made it difficult for some staff to get in on time; my replacement is here now, the amiable fellow over there, and I'm just waiting for a surge courage to leave," he explained. "Tell me," she asked "why would you want to go out into that," she pointed out the windows at the nightmare occurring outside. I've been here for well over twenty-four hours. "There is always the chance I left a window open; I have to be sure." As he said this, Terri began smiling profusely, the smile accentuated rather beautiful eyes. "That's partly why I'm down here, myself. I'm having difficulty closing a window in my room. There's a steady stream water coming in. I've managed to contain it so far with the help of towels, but I'm running out of those; it could become a problem if left untended. Do you think you can come up and help me with the window before you go?" His mind flooded as he thought for a while. His first impulse was to refer her case to someone else. "I'm sure it won't take very long," Terri insisted. "Alright, let's go!" As he left, he scanned the room to see if he was being observed by anyone. Walking behind Terri, watching her body move, he easily concluded she was emminently fuckable by any standard. Terri turned around briefly and smiled at him, as if she had in some way picked up what he was thinking.
Terri removed the card key from her pocket and inserted it into the horizontal slot and forced the door of her hotel room open. He followed closely behind. He scanned the room immediately and did not noticed anything in particular out of order, except as she turned on the lights and they moved further into the room, he could see she had moved some furniture around. "There." she gestured him further and pointed at the towels collected on the floor below the window, and above he saw movement in the curtain indicating where gushes of air and water made their way into the room. He made his way over, saw that the window was slightly ajar. He made an exploratory attempt to turn the rotating handle operating the movement of the window: it was stuck. Putting his entire body behind the effort, he made another more methodical attempt which again ended in failure. Terri moved closer, reached out to the handle, placing her hand on his, together they tried to turn the handle. Her small hands were ineffectual, but he felt her small avacado-like breasts and the force of her body against him. It did not help matters when, in order to find some semblance of balance, she reached around with her left hand and grabbed his shoulder, while using her right hand to assist him with the window. This, too, ended in failure. Using his left hand, however, he began to rock the window back and forth, while simultaneously rotating the handle; this initially produced some movement and then, with a more protracted effort, he was able to close the window entirely. "Bravo." She cheered, standing back to watch the solo effort. He rolled up his soaked shirt sleeves and examined himself as he moved away from the window.
"You've been a hero to me twice in less than twenty-four hours, she said as she walked toward the bathroom. "That kind of valour is very rare these day. I'm sure there would be some kind of medal involved if you weren't playing for such a small audience. What a pity!" "Well, this kind of hero I can be," he said in his own defence. He was pretty sure she had gone to the bathroom to get some more towels, but as she returned from the darkness, she held in her hands about a half a dozen single-serving bottles of congnac. He saw Remy, Couvassier and a single Bailey's Irish Creme. She had an exurberant, fanatical smile as she explained, "I flew down in first class and it seemed to me they simply had too many of these for the number of people that were there. Her laughter was infectious verging on the hysterical. "Help yourself." She handed him the bottles and a single glass. "Give me a chance to clear up this mess." He sank into the chair and poured himself an entire single serving while observing her movements across the room. He hadn't eaten in about four or five hours and the effect of the Remy was instantly felt. Stretching out his entire frame, and taking his third sip, he could feel the tension in his neck and shoulders dissipate ever so slightly. Terri appeared to have completed here work and dissappeared again into the bathroom, only to emerge moments later. He noticed she had taken her shirt out, unbuttoned it to reveal skin all the way down to her lower abdomen. She approached and he attempted to mask his anxiety and sense of good fortune by reaching for another drink. "Not so fast," she said, scooping up the drink before he could reach it, while at the same time straddling his legs. "We should face this storm with sober senses, don't you think?" She took a gulp and fed him the rest, then leaned over to put the empty glass on a small table to her right. Terri brought her entire body back, so that she was looking directly into his face. She kissed him lightly at first, her hand held the side of his head gently as her tongue traced and teased his upper lip. He shifted in his seat to adjust his rapidly swollen penis trapped against the fabric and her presence. Having found a comfortable position, he began kissing her small breasts, using both hands to alternately stroke and massage them. His mouth gobbled greedily at her nipples, now fully erect, biting them gently--before, on one occasion, even attempting to take an entire breast into his mouth. And, without any methodology in mind, his mouth and tongue trekked upward to her collarbone, her neck, mouth and tongue, before nibbling at her ear, while continuing to massage the swollen breast. Terri moved forward, forcing him back onto the chair, held him there, then leaned back, found his knees supporting both of them, and began grinding her hips onto his erection simulating intercourse. Her mouth open, eyes closed, she began rocking back and forth, biting her lower lip and emitting a low groan from time to time. Recognizing the limitation of their present position, they both quickly undressed. He motioned her over to the bed, but Terri indicated her preference for the present location. He sat down on the chair, his legs open, his black cock already semi-erect. She reached out to the semi-erect penis, her small hand pulled back and forth along the length of the shaft, exaggerating the shape of the domed head. She licked and stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue, moving up and down the shaft, encircling the head with her tongue, then taking the now fully erect penis entirely into her mouth. With the saliva from her mouth, she coated the dome shaped head of his cock with the silky fluid, using her hand in a piston-like motion to spread the liquid evenly along the shaft, all the while applying varying degrees of pressure to cause to cause pain, before furiously flicking her tongue at the ridges of his cock just under the corona. Terri looked up periodically to see him watching from above, his head slightly tilted to one side, his hand absurdly stroking the back of her neck. She pulled down hard on his cock, indicating she wanted him to move his ass closer to the edge of the chair, fully ******** his testicles to her mouth and hands; this done, she alternately sucked each testicle, while continuing to stoke his cock applying varying degrees of pressure. Terri suddenly stood up, one hand reached for his shoulder, while the other guided his cock into the patch of pubic hair around her pussy. Her mouth lounged forward in a flurry of kisses as she gently eased herself down the length of the shaft. Terri sat motionless for a while, kissing him, hotly breathing on his face and neck. He sat there with her, motionless, his hands grasp her waist gently, while his cock gradually grew accustom to the panic of being in the tight confines of vaginal walls. The combination of her softness and being so tightly tucked inside her pussy increased his heart rate as well as the pressure in his testicles, threatening initially to overwhelm his senses. He found some semblance of composure staring outside and taking in what he could of the wind and the rain, thinking about the mayhem of flooded and roofless homes, uprooted trees, floating cars, and overturned boats along the Florida coast. Terri began slowly grinding her hips, messaging the fully erect cock buried deep inside her. He followed closely behind, first, tentatively, with long deep deliberate strokes, then with shorter quicker ones, his hands now tightly on her hips pulling her down toward his thrusting cock. From his vantage point, he observed with some wonder the dome-shaped head of heaven appearing and disappearing into Terri's pussy.He grew stronger and more confident now with his strokes, feeling that he could go on indefinitely, he looked down and saw a silky foamed had formed at the entrance of her pussy. Her breathing became heavier as she lounged forward, elbows on his shoulders, her hands around the back of his head, she began using the muscles in her ass and the strength of her legs to grind more forcefully her clitoris against his cock and groin. Her face now flushed, eyes glazed over, she began whispering, biting, and flicking her tongue into his ear as she continued to pound her pussy onto his rock hard cock. His breathing also quickened, realizing for the first time he may not be able to keep up and, nervously, began scanning the horizon for the first sign of trouble that would quickly bring to an end the performance he had so deligently stitched together. While continuing to mumble words of encouragement in his ear, the end came quickly with a flick of her tongue, his testicles exploded along with the horizon he was so deliberately trying to defend.The muffled sound of a scream came as Terri sank her teeth into his shoulder, rocking back and forth to celebrate her orgasm. The tremors having come and gone, his cock still buried in her pussy, she whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me from behind, but let's open the curtains and move the bed by the window."
Every summer without exception tropical storms, embryonic hurricanes, form off the west coast of Africa. This combustive mix of warm and cold air swoops into the Carribbean, gathering strength off the northeast coast of South America, rocks back and forth meditatively, indecisive, sometimes for days, as if not yet conscious of the nature and objective of its destructive intent. Tropical Strom Chantal nibbles provocatively at the notheast coast of the socialist state, taking aim as it frequently does at south-eastern coast of Florida.
The guests at Hotel Myopia gathered in the lobby of the hotel and looked on anxiously at the live CNN reports. Everyone had been following the progress of the storm/hurricane for days, hoping it would change its direction at the last minute. In the final days before the arrival of Chantal, there were those who struggled with the thought of leaving the safe confines of the hotel and heading further inland to safer and higher ground; thoughts like those came and went, with only a precious few deciding to leave. Now that they were in the teeth of the hurricane, many had left their rooms to watch the flickering television screen in the hotel lobby, as well as to commiserate with one another.
"Maybe, just about now we should start taking in all the animals," Terri proposed facetiously, trying to make light of the rain, lightning and thunder outside, and the general sense of panic in the hotel lobby. "I have a feeling that forty days and forty nights may be a tad on the optimistic side," she continue. Her stab at gallows humour, he thought, shuffled his feet and attempted to disarm whatever concern she may have. "I think you're exaggerating the case, we knew there was a chance the storm would pass this way, and we've taken the time to prepare by stocking up with food, emergency medical supplies; there is a backup generator just in case we lose the electricity. This is south florida. We will have hurricanes." He thought himself too formal and a trifle unconvincing. After a slight pause, "Don't worry, everything will be fine," more animated this time and coming a bit closer to striking the notes he wanted. Her familiar tone and attitude is prefaced by two previous encounters and exchanges. The first was upon her arrival at the hotel, and then late last night when she ordered a greek salad that took some time to put together, since the hotel lacked some of the principal requirements: feta cheese, black kalamata olives and olive oil.
Terri Torbenson is from some obscure mid-western state, here to attend a business convention, called off at the last minute because of the approaching storm. He recalled being strucked, uprooted, in fact, upon her arrival at the hotel. She was wearing a stylishly cut black evening dress, with the hemline falling well above her knees, the neckline sloping downward, providing, depending on where you were, periodic glimses of the sides of her breasts. The dress was not very useful at all in terms concealing the very supple and youthful body underneath. She was businesslike with a kind of functional friendliness you would expect from that kind of professional, the matter of fact friendliness complimenting the late-twenties/thirtyish, middleclass sensuality. She checked in without any problem, handed her card to swipe the door, and headed off in the direction of the elevators. He recalled the surging sense of arousal he felt watching her from behind. Thinking back, he had some difficulty explaining how he felt: I am therefore I fuck did not explain his position entirely. He was not generally attracted to business types. He did, however, find her body, her face, and granite confidence very attractive, even compelling.
Fucking a person is in some twisted way an attempt to understand a person; it cuts through all the pretentiousness, the social constructs and conventions that often serve as a barrier to human contact--this is especially so where there is the issue of social distance. Its also undeniable that sometimes one needs a good fuck in much the same way as one would need a good meal, to appease hunger and our sense of emptiness. And, to be sure, a meal at McDonalds would serve the same functional purpose as eating at the best restaurant. Terri stood before him now dressed more causally in blue jeans, running shoes and a white cotton shirt. She was without makeup and seemed smaller than when she stood across from his desk upon her arrival "I am actually surprise that you're still here" she began, referring to the salad fiasco last night. "Oh, I'm surprised as well, my shift ended four hours ago, its just that the weather has made it difficult for some staff to get in on time; my replacement is here now, the amiable fellow over there, and I'm just waiting for a surge courage to leave," he explained. "Tell me," she asked "why would you want to go out into that," she pointed out the windows at the nightmare occurring outside. I've been here for well over twenty-four hours. "There is always the chance I left a window open; I have to be sure." As he said this, Terri began smiling profusely, the smile accentuated rather beautiful eyes. "That's partly why I'm down here, myself. I'm having difficulty closing a window in my room. There's a steady stream water coming in. I've managed to contain it so far with the help of towels, but I'm running out of those; it could become a problem if left untended. Do you think you can come up and help me with the window before you go?" His mind flooded as he thought for a while. His first impulse was to refer her case to someone else. "I'm sure it won't take very long," Terri insisted. "Alright, let's go!" As he left, he scanned the room to see if he was being observed by anyone. Walking behind Terri, watching her body move, he easily concluded she was emminently fuckable by any standard. Terri turned around briefly and smiled at him, as if she had in some way picked up what he was thinking.
Terri removed the card key from her pocket and inserted it into the horizontal slot and forced the door of her hotel room open. He followed closely behind. He scanned the room immediately and did not noticed anything in particular out of order, except as she turned on the lights and they moved further into the room, he could see she had moved some furniture around. "There." she gestured him further and pointed at the towels collected on the floor below the window, and above he saw movement in the curtain indicating where gushes of air and water made their way into the room. He made his way over, saw that the window was slightly ajar. He made an exploratory attempt to turn the rotating handle operating the movement of the window: it was stuck. Putting his entire body behind the effort, he made another more methodical attempt which again ended in failure. Terri moved closer, reached out to the handle, placing her hand on his, together they tried to turn the handle. Her small hands were ineffectual, but he felt her small avacado-like breasts and the force of her body against him. It did not help matters when, in order to find some semblance of balance, she reached around with her left hand and grabbed his shoulder, while using her right hand to assist him with the window. This, too, ended in failure. Using his left hand, however, he began to rock the window back and forth, while simultaneously rotating the handle; this initially produced some movement and then, with a more protracted effort, he was able to close the window entirely. "Bravo." She cheered, standing back to watch the solo effort. He rolled up his soaked shirt sleeves and examined himself as he moved away from the window.
"You've been a hero to me twice in less than twenty-four hours, she said as she walked toward the bathroom. "That kind of valour is very rare these day. I'm sure there would be some kind of medal involved if you weren't playing for such a small audience. What a pity!" "Well, this kind of hero I can be," he said in his own defence. He was pretty sure she had gone to the bathroom to get some more towels, but as she returned from the darkness, she held in her hands about a half a dozen single-serving bottles of congnac. He saw Remy, Couvassier and a single Bailey's Irish Creme. She had an exurberant, fanatical smile as she explained, "I flew down in first class and it seemed to me they simply had too many of these for the number of people that were there. Her laughter was infectious verging on the hysterical. "Help yourself." She handed him the bottles and a single glass. "Give me a chance to clear up this mess." He sank into the chair and poured himself an entire single serving while observing her movements across the room. He hadn't eaten in about four or five hours and the effect of the Remy was instantly felt. Stretching out his entire frame, and taking his third sip, he could feel the tension in his neck and shoulders dissipate ever so slightly. Terri appeared to have completed here work and dissappeared again into the bathroom, only to emerge moments later. He noticed she had taken her shirt out, unbuttoned it to reveal skin all the way down to her lower abdomen. She approached and he attempted to mask his anxiety and sense of good fortune by reaching for another drink. "Not so fast," she said, scooping up the drink before he could reach it, while at the same time straddling his legs. "We should face this storm with sober senses, don't you think?" She took a gulp and fed him the rest, then leaned over to put the empty glass on a small table to her right. Terri brought her entire body back, so that she was looking directly into his face. She kissed him lightly at first, her hand held the side of his head gently as her tongue traced and teased his upper lip. He shifted in his seat to adjust his rapidly swollen penis trapped against the fabric and her presence. Having found a comfortable position, he began kissing her small breasts, using both hands to alternately stroke and massage them. His mouth gobbled greedily at her nipples, now fully erect, biting them gently--before, on one occasion, even attempting to take an entire breast into his mouth. And, without any methodology in mind, his mouth and tongue trekked upward to her collarbone, her neck, mouth and tongue, before nibbling at her ear, while continuing to massage the swollen breast. Terri moved forward, forcing him back onto the chair, held him there, then leaned back, found his knees supporting both of them, and began grinding her hips onto his erection simulating intercourse. Her mouth open, eyes closed, she began rocking back and forth, biting her lower lip and emitting a low groan from time to time. Recognizing the limitation of their present position, they both quickly undressed. He motioned her over to the bed, but Terri indicated her preference for the present location. He sat down on the chair, his legs open, his black cock already semi-erect. She reached out to the semi-erect penis, her small hand pulled back and forth along the length of the shaft, exaggerating the shape of the domed head. She licked and stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue, moving up and down the shaft, encircling the head with her tongue, then taking the now fully erect penis entirely into her mouth. With the saliva from her mouth, she coated the dome shaped head of his cock with the silky fluid, using her hand in a piston-like motion to spread the liquid evenly along the shaft, all the while applying varying degrees of pressure to cause to cause pain, before furiously flicking her tongue at the ridges of his cock just under the corona. Terri looked up periodically to see him watching from above, his head slightly tilted to one side, his hand absurdly stroking the back of her neck. She pulled down hard on his cock, indicating she wanted him to move his ass closer to the edge of the chair, fully ******** his testicles to her mouth and hands; this done, she alternately sucked each testicle, while continuing to stoke his cock applying varying degrees of pressure. Terri suddenly stood up, one hand reached for his shoulder, while the other guided his cock into the patch of pubic hair around her pussy. Her mouth lounged forward in a flurry of kisses as she gently eased herself down the length of the shaft. Terri sat motionless for a while, kissing him, hotly breathing on his face and neck. He sat there with her, motionless, his hands grasp her waist gently, while his cock gradually grew accustom to the panic of being in the tight confines of vaginal walls. The combination of her softness and being so tightly tucked inside her pussy increased his heart rate as well as the pressure in his testicles, threatening initially to overwhelm his senses. He found some semblance of composure staring outside and taking in what he could of the wind and the rain, thinking about the mayhem of flooded and roofless homes, uprooted trees, floating cars, and overturned boats along the Florida coast. Terri began slowly grinding her hips, messaging the fully erect cock buried deep inside her. He followed closely behind, first, tentatively, with long deep deliberate strokes, then with shorter quicker ones, his hands now tightly on her hips pulling her down toward his thrusting cock. From his vantage point, he observed with some wonder the dome-shaped head of heaven appearing and disappearing into Terri's pussy.He grew stronger and more confident now with his strokes, feeling that he could go on indefinitely, he looked down and saw a silky foamed had formed at the entrance of her pussy. Her breathing became heavier as she lounged forward, elbows on his shoulders, her hands around the back of his head, she began using the muscles in her ass and the strength of her legs to grind more forcefully her clitoris against his cock and groin. Her face now flushed, eyes glazed over, she began whispering, biting, and flicking her tongue into his ear as she continued to pound her pussy onto his rock hard cock. His breathing also quickened, realizing for the first time he may not be able to keep up and, nervously, began scanning the horizon for the first sign of trouble that would quickly bring to an end the performance he had so deligently stitched together. While continuing to mumble words of encouragement in his ear, the end came quickly with a flick of her tongue, his testicles exploded along with the horizon he was so deliberately trying to defend.The muffled sound of a scream came as Terri sank her teeth into his shoulder, rocking back and forth to celebrate her orgasm. The tremors having come and gone, his cock still buried in her pussy, she whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me from behind, but let's open the curtains and move the bed by the window."
