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
exposing 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."





