“Happy Fucking Birthday to me!” I thought to myself.
If only I knew at that moment just how happy my fifty-second birthday was truly going to be. But as I took my regular afternoon jog through Meyer Park in the northwest suburbs of Houston, Texas; my mind was a swirling mess of self-pity, loneliness and sexual frustration. My husband and I had been divorced for nearly four years, all three of my children were either grown and gone or away visiting their father for the summer and I hadn’t gotten a good piece of ass in what seemed like decades.
Actually, I think it really has been decades. And as if all this weren’t enough, Mother Nature seemed to be suffering from a serious case of PMS herself. Even though the sun was shining bright and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky at the moment, the breeze was starting to pick up. As I stepped up my stride and rounded a sharp corner on the asphalt path, I couldn’t help but notice how deserted the park was today. Of course, with a category four hurricane bearing down on the upper Texas coast, why shouldn’t it be this deserted?
Just like the great mass exodus that Hurricane Rita caused in 2005 and the Hurricane Ike evacuations of 2008, millions of the citizens of the Houston-Galveston area were once again flooding the freeways fleeing to wherever they could in all directions. Following standard procedure, mandatory evacuations had been issued for certain areas with voluntary evacuations for others. And despite desperate pleas from local officials to stay put until further notice if you were not in a mandatory zone, not everyone was following those directives; thus the freeways leading out of the area where jammed.
It had been nearly a week since the National Hurricane Center began watching a tropical wave just off the east coast of Africa. Within a few days, that tropical wave had raced in an almost beeline shot across the Atlantic Ocean, quickly becoming a Tropical Depression; then soon after, became Tropical Storm Amanda – the first storm of the 2009 season as she came within a few hundred miles of the Dominican Republic. Then Amanda exploded and went from a small Tropical Storm to a Category Five hurricane in a matter of thirty-six hours. Hurricane Amanda raged ferociously over the Dominican Republic, Haiti and Cuba, causing catastrophic wind and flood damage and tragically killing over four hundred people in those three nations. Amanda weakened once again to a Tropical Storm as she passed over the mountains of Cuba, finally staggering back over the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Amanda quickly regained hurricane strength as she crawled menacingly over the very warm waters of the Gulf and is now packing winds of nearly 140 miles per hour as she is taking dead aim at the upper Texas coast.
Hurricane Amanda is a massive storm! In fact many of the so-called experts are calling her the Perfect Storm or the Storm of the Century. Okay, but just how many Perfect Storms or Storms of the Century can there be? Anymore it seems like every storm that forms is referred to as the Perfect Storm or the Storm of the Century. Doesn’t the news media have anything better to do than to spread panic? Apparently not! But as I said, Hurricane Amanda is enormous; spanning nearly four hundred miles in diameter and is already slamming the Galveston seawall with tremendously powerful waves. Landfall was projected to be at around 12:30am tomorrow morning, June 27th, anywhere from the west end of Galveston Island to Beaumont.
With the very early whisks of Amanda’s mighty winds whipping through my salt and pepper, shoulder blade length hair that I had pulled back into a ponytail, I rounded the final corner of my usual afternoon jog and was now heading for the parking lot. When I stepped off the asphalt path and onto the concrete parking lot, I slowed to a steady walk and threw my hands onto my waist as I began to catch my breath. I wiped the driving sweat off my face and forehead with the hand towel wrapped around my neck as I stepped up to my Lexus and disengaged the alarm. I took a bottle of water off the drivers’ seat and took a few sips as my breathing began to slow. Covering the fine leather of the drivers seat with a beach towel to protect it from my sweat drench running suit, I climbed in and started the engine. Immediately the radio blared forth with yet another news report about the approach of Hurricane Amanda and the mass exodus going on all around me.
Having been raised along the Gulf Coast, hurricanes are nothing new to me. In fact, I was born in the midst of one. My name is Audrey Thompson and I was born in Cameron, Louisiana on June 27, 1957; the very day that Hurricane Audrey made landfall right on top of us. Now even though my parents swore up and down that I was not named after the hurricane, I’ve just never been able to believe them. Especially after my younger sister Carla was born four years later on September 12, 1961; the day after Hurricane Carla struck the Texas coast between Port Lavaca and Port O’Connor. Anyway, I have lived through more than my share of hurricanes. I was visiting my grandparents in Biloxi, Mississippi when Hurricane Camille blew through in August of 1969 when I was twelve. I spent my fifteenth birthday helping my aunt and uncle clean up their Florida panhandle home after Hurricane Agnes in 1972. My own wedding was delayed nearly a month because of Hurricane Alicia in 1983, and my youngest daughter was born in Miami just five days after Hurricane Andrew ravaged south Florida in 1992. Try riding out a hurricane like Andrew when you’re nine months pregnant and have two other young children in the house with you.
After my husband and I divorced in June of 2005, I moved to New Orleans to live with my sister Carla for a while with my then fifteen year old daughter Wendy. My son Nick was twenty and was serving in the Navy and my youngest daughter Tiffany was thirteen and had chosen to live with her father. Anyway, Wendy and I hadn’t been there a full two months when Hurricane Katrina struck. Carla’s house was destroyed and we all moved back to Cameron with my parents just in time to welcome Hurricane Rita. By the grace of God, Rita spared my parents home, but motivated me to get off my ass and quit feeling sorry for myself. I went back to school at LSU and finished my bachelor’s and got my masters in architecture. In 2007, I moved back to Houston with a wonderful job opportunity and in less than a year, bought my own house in the far northwest suburbs and was once again facing down another fucking hurricane: Ike!
By the time Ike rolled threw, Wendy had graduated high school and was going to college in Arizona. Nick was still serving his tour of duty in the Navy and Tiffany had had enough of her father and was once again living with me. Tiffany and I rode out Ike together and sustained almost no damage to our home. But now, as Hurricane Amanda is bearing down on the upper Texas coast, seventeen year old Tiffany is up in Chicago for the summer with her father and stepmother, whom she really likes. Nineteen year old Wendy is in Los Angeles with some friends doing Summer Stock Theater and twenty-five year old Nick has been accepted to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland. So as Hurricane Amanda was bearing down on the upper Texas coast, I would be riding her out alone.
It took me nearly two and a half hours to drive the eight miles from Meyer Park to my house due to all the evacuation traffic on the roads. By the time I pulled into my driveway just before six, the sky to the northeast was really starting to darken and the wind was really picking up. The trees in my front yard and all around my block were really starting to whip around. I had observed many of my neighbors taping or boarding up their windows as still others were pulling in any miscellaneous items from their yard that could easily become very dangerous flying debris when Amanda’s full fury was finally upon us. I pulled into the garage and unplugged the garage door opener for I knew I would loose power before morning and would have to open the door manually.
As I exited the garage and stepped out onto my back porch, I glanced up at the western sky and the remains of the sunset were absolutely breathtaking; magnificent shades of orange, purple and soft blue. I had already taken in all my patio furniture and all other loose items a few days prior and had hired Wendy’s ex-boyfriend Mark to board up all the windows of my house that faced the northeast. Even though the storm was approaching from the southeast, the location and position of my house combined with the counter clockwise motion of hurricanes would ultimately cause the winds to come out of the northeast.
After ogling at the gorgeous sunset for a few minutes, I went inside and flipped on the TV. As I expected, the news coverage was still going on. I went to the kitchen and checked the answering machine, on which I had messages from all the kids, Carla and my parents, all of whom were checking in on me and wishing me a Happy Birthday. Taking a fresh bottle of water from the fridge, I went upstairs to shower and would call them all back afterward. I undressed, dropped all my sweaty clothes in the hamper, pulled my hair out of its ponytail and then looked at myself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door. Running my hands slowly up and down my naked body, I couldn’t help but be proud. I jog between five and ten miles a day and workout on my BowFlex every other day and it has paid immaculate dividends.
I’m fifty-two years old and my body is rock hard with a perfect hour glass figure. I’m just a hair over six feet tall, my neck is long and sleek, my shoulders and arms are beautifully filled out and very toned. My breasts are 38 D-cups. (Yes, I’ve had some after-market work.) My stomach is flat, my abs are rippled, my hips and ass are deliciously round and firm, my legs are long, powerful and posses magnificent muscle definition that would make most high school and college cheerleaders green with envy. My hair is full and flowing down to just above my shoulder blades and it now has more salt coloring than pepper, but I for some reason, like it that way. It has a mature and sophisticated look to it; not to mention sexy. Based upon some of the glances I get from men of all ages; particularly some of the young beefcakes around the neighborhood, I’m definitely a MILF. My skin is soft, smooth and tan. (Yes, I tan every week) My eyes are a deep shade of olive green; I have high cheeks and a perfect nose. (Okay, I’ve had a little surgery on it too.)
Of course, I haven’t always looked this good. Had I looked this good when my husband and I divorced, he never would have run off with that ditzy flight attendant that is now my children’s stepmother. But, she is a sweetheart and the kids all seem to like her and she likes them. And then again, if he hadn’t run off with her, I never would have found the motivation to whip myself into such good shape.
I took a long shower, fearing it might be the last I’d get for a few days since I was liable to lose water along with power as a result of Amanda’s visit. After I dried my hair, I slipped on a pair of white lace panties and matching bra, spandex pants and a soft white long sleeve blouse that I tied up in a knot just below my breasts and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and went downstairs. Once I had gotten myself into such good shape, I also revamped my wardrobe with sexy underwear and lingerie. Unfortunately it hasn’t really paid off the way I hoped it would. Between my job, getting Wendy and Tiffany situated and off to school or whatever; not to mention still working with my personal fitness trainer, I haven’t really had time to date. I’ve also discovered that it’s not nearly as easy to meet someone as it used to be. I’ve tried all the online dating services, but have had very little success meeting anyone. I’ve been on a few dates, but never one remotely good enough to even consider going to bed with him.
And there was something else! Something that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with but something I definitely could not deny, and it all began when I came face to face with my children’s stepmother for the first time. Being twenty years younger than me, Lori is quite stunning and extremely well built. But there was something else about her that was just so appealing that the longer I was around her, I began to experience something I’d never felt before toward another woman: lust! I’ve heard it said over and over that most every woman at some time in her life fantasizes, or at least thinks about being with another woman sexually. As time went on, I found myself thinking about Lori in ways that I thought only a healthy teenage boy would. There were times I caught myself either in the shower or some other private situation and I’d be touching myself with Lori all over my mind. It wasn’t long before I began to look at all women differently; especially my personal fitness trainer, Suzanne. Suzanne is in her late thirties, incredibly beautiful and built like a sex goddess. Though I know that I’d never have the courage to even broche the subject, I do take the greatest private pleasure in touching her beautiful body during our training sessions every chance I get. But I was still attracted to men too. So I guess either I was just going through a phase of some sort or I was learning that I was bi-sexual. Regardless, I’m still not getting any action on either side and it’s really starting to piss me off!
I went back down to the kitchen and threw a Jenny Craig meal into the oven, then proceeded to return my birthday phone calls. By the time I hung up from the last call, my dinner was ready and I sat on the sofa in front of the TV as I ate, sipping a glass of my favorite merlot. All the local stations were covering Hurricane Amanda continuously, as were CNN and Headline News, so I flipped over to the Discovery Channel and caught the last half hour of Mythbusters just for a little change of pace. Once I finished eating, I put my plate in the dishwasher and decided to run it one final time before I lost power. I moved my last load of laundry from the washer to the dryer, snapped up a new bottle of merlot and went back to the sofa in the living room.
I poured myself another glass of merlot as I flipped back to the local news coverage to check on Miss Amanda. Judging on how hard the field reporter down on the seawall in Galveston was fighting to stay on his feet, Hurricane Amanda was definitely getting close. I lit a fire in the fireplace for I guessed that the power would be giving out before too much longer. I clipped and filed my fingernails and toenails, then polished them with a new crimson colored nail polish. By nine o’clock, my feet were propped up on the coffee table with tiny cotton balls shoved between each of my toes and I was blowing on them as I waved my hands around trying to dry my freshly painted nails.
I awoke suddenly to the sound of the doorbell ringing and glanced up at the clock on the wall above the TV; it was just after ten o’clock. With all the excitement of the news, I guess I had dozed off. I blew quickly on my fingernails, which I found to already be dry and then muted the TV to see if the doorbell would ring again or if I had just dreamed it. I was rather surprised that I still had power in the house. Though it wasn’t raining yet, I could hear the wind blowing fiercely, almost to the point of howling and by now the shrubbery branches were battering up against the window panes. Amanda was definitely getting closer. I was just about to turn the sound of the TV back on when the doorbell rang again.
“Who in the world could that be at a time like this?” I said to myself.
I sprang up and hurried through the living room and into the foyer. Flipping on the front porch lights, I peered through the door frame window and my heart nearly stopped.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Danica!”
I unlocked the door quickly and a powerful gust from Amanda practically blew it off the hinges as it opened. Standing in my doorway was eighteen year old Danica Rogers; one of Wendy’s closest friends from high school, if not her best friend. The look on Danica’s face was a combination of great sorrow, utter daze and paralyzing terror. Her long black hair whipping wildly in Amanda’s winds.
“Danica? Sweetheart, are you okay? What are you doing here?” I asked.
I had no sooner spoken when a tree limb in my neighbors yard directly across the street snapped and tumbled to the ground with a bone chilling thud. Then the wind forced it across the yard and it slammed into the side of the car parked in the driveway. Danica spoke not a word, but merely leapt forward and threw her arms around me in an almost crushing embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back into the house with me. Standing in the foyer, I let go of Danica so I could close the door, but Danica didn’t let go of me. So with one arm, I pulled the front door hard against the wind until I could slip both myself and Danica behind it, then with my back pressed up against it, used both our body weights to force it shut. Once the door shut, I held Danica tightly with one arm while I reached behind me and locked the door with the other. By the time I had both arms around Danica again, she was sobbing uncontrollably with her face buried directly between my breasts and still holding me in a vice grip. The best way to describe Danica Rogers is to say that she is that she is the long lost identical twin sister of the Indianapolis 500 driver Danica Patrick. I mean, they look so much alike it is spooky! They’re the same height, the same weight, the same athletic, sexy build, the same hair color and hair length, the same eyes, same nose, facial features, bust size and darling figure. Hell, even their voices sound the same. The only true difference is that Danica Patrick is eight years older and a lot more of a bitch!
After gently rocking Danica in my arms, she finally began to calm down and I cupped her face in my hands and tilted it up toward me. She was shaking from fright like a leaf.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked as I gently stroked her beautiful hair.
Danica proceeded to explain, in a very shaky voice, that her parents were on vacation in Europe and that she was home all alone. Danica and her parents had moved to Houston when Danica was just nine years old and up until Hurricane Ike, Houston hadn’t seen a direct hit from a major hurricane since 1983. Danica went on to say that she’d never been through a hurricane and that she’d never been more terrified in her life. She had been glued to the TV set for the last several days watching the news coverage and it had panicked her to within an inch of her sanity.
“Oh Honey.” I said. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Hey, you made it through Ike, didn’t you?”
I had no sooner finished speaking when it dawned on me that even though Danica was a year younger than Wendy in age, she had been in the same school grade as Wendy, and the two of them had both been accepted to Arizona State and were already out there when Hurricane Ike had struck. So Amanda was going to be poor Danica’s first hurricane after all. As a seasoned veteran of riding out hurricanes, my heart filled with pity as this hurricane greenhorn stared desperately up at me.
“Can I stay here with you, Mrs. Thompson?” Danica asked almost pitifully.
“Of course you can. In fact I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said as I smiled.
Danica gave a faint hint of her usually big and gorgeous smile and I walked her into the living room. We sat on the couch and I immediately flipped the channel back to the Discovery Channel and an episode of “Dirty Jobs” had just started. I offered to brew some tea and Danica asked if she could have a glass of wine instead. Actually, she wondered if I had anything stronger. I went to the bar and brought back a bottle of Johnny Walker Black and a couple of shot glasses. Even after three shots of scotch, Danica was still trembling with fear, so I took her in my arms and snuggled her. Danica rested her head on my chest just above my breasts as she wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and I ran my fingers through her soft and silky black hair.
“Can I ask you something, Mrs. Thompson?” Danica said softly.
“Only if you call me Audrey.” I replied.
Danica suddenly lifted her head off my chest and looked into my eyes.
“Your name is Audrey?” She asked.
“Uh-huh. Didn’t you know that?” I replied.
“Well, now you do.”
“Thank you. I’ve always liked it. Even though it came from a hurricane.”
I went on to spell out my extensive hurricane resume and watched Danica’s eyes bulge and her mouth fall open wider and wider with each storm. Danica finally lowered her head back down on to my chest and snuggled up against me even tighter. I assured her that she was perfectly safe and that even though she was very strong, Hurricane Amanda would soon pass and one day become a story she would be telling her grandchildren. Danica and I cuddled as we watched TV for about the next hour or so. It was just after midnight when the power finally gave out and I instantly felt Danica’s grip around me tighten; I heard her breathing accelerate and she once again began to tremble.
“It’s okay, sweetie. The wind has just knocked down the power lines. It always happens during a hurricane.” I told her. “Come on. Why don’t you help me light some candles?”
I had set out my hurricane readiness kit on the kitchen table and had placed a flashlight on the coffee table for easy access when the power finally failed. I snapped up the flashlight, took Danica by the hand and led her to the kitchen. Following me around like a frightened puppy, Danica and I set and lit several candles around the kitchen and living room. I grabbed the battery powered radio out of the hurricane kit and fumbled with the dials until I found some soft music and then set it on the coffee table.
Danica immediately snuggled up against me again, wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and we sat in silence on the sofa. By now Hurricane Amanda was really beginning to rage all around us. It had begun to rain and the wind was howling something awful. The powerful gusts made the entire house grown and shudder under the strain. The shrubbery branches were whacking the window panes relentlessly and I have to admit that even my highly hurricane seasoned bones were filling with chills and I feared that Danica was going to fall apart. Especially now that the radio station deejay was playing “Mandy” by Barry Manalow; sick fucker! But as I held her in my arms with my chin resting on the top of her head, Danica was perfectly calm. It was then that I noticed how warm she was and how good her body felt against me. I hadn’t been this physically close to another human being in a long time and it felt wonderful to have someone to hold as Miss Amanda raged outside.
Between the fire in the fireplace and the candles spread throughout the room, there was a very soft and warm glow all around us. Almost a romantic glow. It was then that Danica suddenly pulled one of her arms out from around me to scratch her nose and as she did, her hand grazed one of my breasts and I let out a chirp of surprise. At least, I’d like to think it was surprise. In truth, it was actually of pleasure.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Thompson.” Danica said.
“That’s okay, honey.” I replied. I could feel my face flushing.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Danica asked almost innocently.
“Not at all. And didn’t I tell you to call me Audrey.”
Danica slowly wrapped her arm back around me and rested her head on my chest again. Only this time, her head was lying right between my breasts. Suddenly, the entire world around me seemed to fall silent. I could no longer hear Amanda raging outside; all I could hear was my heart pounding. My entire body was beginning to tingle and I felt beads of sweat beginning to form just under my hairline. Danica suddenly squeezed me tighter and moved her head slightly. In an instant, I felt another strange and almost painful sensation; a sensation that I hadn’t felt in a long time, but I knew inexplicably what it was: my nipples were getting hard.
“Audrey, are you okay?” Danica whispered.
“Yeah, I’m fine, honey. Why?” I replied nervously.
“It’s just that your heart is pounding and you’re almost panting.” Danica continued. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
Danica was beginning to sound frightened again so I squeezed her tighter as I lifted my chin off the top of her head and aimed my lips at her forehead as to kiss her there. I guess I was still too caught up in my head over my reactions to being this close to this beautiful young girl, for I didn’t realize that Danica lifted her head to look up at me just as I was preparing to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. With my eyes closed and expecting to feel the soft skin of her forehead, I felt my lips make contact with Danica’s lips. Her lips were full, moist and warm; they also had the sweet flavor of fresh bubble gum lip gloss on them. It took me a second to truly realize what was happening and my mind instantly flooded with terror as a chill shuddered through my bones; what could Danica possibly be thinking? She came to me for maternal protection and comfort and now it appears that I’m making a pass at her. Oh my God!
With my lips still pressing against Danica’s, my eyes sprang open. To my utter astonishment, I could see that Danica’s eyes were also closed and there was an unexpected look of pleasure, and maybe even arousal on her face. Was she enjoying this? My answer came almost immediately for I felt Danica’s hand slip around the back of my head and gently pull me deeper into the kiss. I also felt her other hand slide out from around my waist and come to rest on my breast. With my lips still tightly pinched shut, I felt Danica’s lips open and then felt the tip of her tongue grazing over the surface of my lips. With my mind screaming that this was my daughter’s best friend and that she was thirty-four years younger than me, I loosened my embrace around Danica, placing my hands on her biceps and prepared to push her away. This wasn’t right and this couldn’t happen. Suddenly, I felt my lips spread slightly as the tip of Danica’s warm tongue probed gently between them. “Stop! Now!” I thought to myself. But, I didn’t.
Instead, I let my lips fall open as I felt Danica’s tongue slide deep into my mouth and begin to wrestle with my tongue. I released Danica’s biceps and returned my embrace around her lean and slender torso, pulling her closer to me. Danica repositioned herself, straddling my lap and pressed her divine young figure firmly up against me. Danica cupped my face in her hands as she kissed me, then she slowly slid her hands down my neck. Soon her hands were passing over my shoulders and then she let one of her hands slide slowly into my blouse. I let out a tender moan into Danica’s mouth as I felt her hand gently cup my breast and squeeze it firmly. Holding her body against me and still deep in our kiss, I felt Danica’s other hand slip between our bodies and continue to slowly glide down the front of my body until it reached the waist line of my spandex pants.
The next thing I knew, my eyes sprang open as I felt Danica slip her hand into my pants and begin to rub the delicate lace of my panties. Suddenly I was feeling myself push Danica out of our kiss. I wrestled her hand out of my pants while she slipped her other hand out of my blouse. I grabbed both her hands by the wrist and held them out in front of me. Both of us were breathing fast and deep, my heart was pounding wildly and my entire body tingled.
“I’m sorry!” Danica said. “I’m really sorry.”
As my mind raced with millions of bizarre thoughts and questions, I shoved Danica off my lap, leaped up and raced across the living room and into the kitchen without saying a word.
“Audrey, wait! What’s wrong? I said I was sorry!” Danica pleaded.
I darted around the corner and into the half bathroom between the kitchen and laundry room. With only the light of a single candle on the sink, I stared at myself in the mirror and tried to calm down. My body was tingling from top to bottom, my legs were shaking and I could feel my pussy drenching. Taking slow and deep breaths, I listened to Amanda’s winds raging outside as the spraying rain splattered on the window panes. Feeling very flushed and warm, I let my hair out of its ponytail. Running my hands over my face, I could feel the beads of sweat running down from my hair. As my hands cleared my chin, I glanced into the mirror and saw Danica standing behind me in the reflection.
“Are you okay?” Danica asked innocently.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I whispered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay, honey. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I just couldn’t help myself.”
I turned slowly and faced Danica. The look on her face can only be described as adorable. There was a tiny hint of an innocent smile on her lips and her beautiful eyes seemed to be having trouble making contact with mine. I’m pretty sure that she was blushing as she stared down at her shuffling feet.
“What do you mean you couldn’t help yourself?” I asked gently.
“I..I..I’ve always thought that you’re the sexiest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mrs. Thompson. I mean, Audrey.” Danica continued. “And I’ve wanted you for such a long time.”
I felt my cheeks flush as my heart thumped and tumbled wildly deep inside my chest. While my mind scrunched to try and process everything that was happening, hearing somebody tell me that they thought I was beautiful and sexy and that they wanted me, made my legs go weak and I felt an enormous lump lodge in my throat. I hadn’t heard that in a very long time.
“I’ve had fantasies about you ever since sophomore year, Audrey.” Danica said as she took a step toward me.
“Danica, do you really like girls that way?” I asked almost absentmindedly.
“Oh Yeah.” Danica said excitedly. “I mean, I’ve been with more guys than girls, but still I..”
“Have you ever been with Wendy that way?” I asked cutting her off.
“No. Wendy’s my best friend. Sure, I’ve talked to her about it, but I’ve never tried anything with her. And how could I? The true desire of my heart for so long has been you; so it just wouldn’t be right to pursue Wendy. Don’t get me wrong, Wendy’s beautiful; but you’re the one I really want.” Danica explained softly.
I felt tears welling up behind my eyes as my heart pounded relentlessly. It may sound crazy, but I’d never felt more swept off my feet than I did at that moment. As my eyes ran up and down Danica’s immaculate body, I suddenly felt tremendous waves of lust and desire flood over me like a category five storm surge.
“I want you more than anything, Audrey. Please let me have you.” Danica said.
“Oh, sweetie.” I said as I felt tears run down my cheeks.
I took a couple of steps forward and slowly opened my arms. Danica’s face lit up into her beautiful smile and she practically dashed into my arms. As Danica is only 5’2″ and I am 6’0″, she mashed her face in between my breasts. I slid my arms down her back, cupped her incredibly firm ass in my hands and lifted her up off the floor. Danica wrapped her legs around me, cupped my face in her hands and we kissed passionately. I wrapped my arms tightly around her torso as her legs locked securely around me and carried her out of the bathroom toward the stairs.
I guess I must know my house by heart for Danica and I remained locked in a deep, passionate kiss as I carried her through the darkness of my powerless house, up the stairs and into my bedroom. I laid Danica gently down on my bed as her legs released their grip around me and allowed my body to rest between them on the soft mattress. Still fully clothed, I pressed my pussy against hers and grinded them softly as most of my weight was now resting on Danica’s rock hard body. Danica’s hands slid down my back and squeezed my ass cheeks through my tight spandex. Danica’s kiss was so deep and her mouth was so warm and sweet that I didn’t want it to end. But by now I was ablaze with passion and wanted to make love to her entire body, not just her mouth. Finally we came up for air and gently caressed each others cheeks in the darkness. I could hear her breathing, could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as well as the divine warmth of her body underneath me. With one hand caressing my right cheek, Danica gently ran her other hand through my hair.
“I can barely see you.” She whispered. “Thanks a lot, Amanda; you fucking bitch!”
Danica and I both burst into laughter at her joke and then slowly fell quiet as we continued to stare at each other through the darkness.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be so hard on her.” I whispered. “After all, she’s the reason we’re together tonight.”
I lowered my lips to Danica’s and we kissed gently at first and it quickly built back into the throes of deep passion. I slid off Danica and stood up at the end of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Danica asked softly.
“And God said, let there be light.” I answered.
I had preset several candles in different places around my bedroom earlier that day in preparation for losing power. I struck a match and lit all the candles and my bedroom slowly filled with the soft and romantic glow of candlelight. As I lit the final candle and blew out the match, I turned to face Danica on my bed. Danica was on her knees in the center of the mattress and erotically caressing her body. Danica slowly lifted her skin tight blue top up over her head, revealing a black lace bra covering her perky little breasts. Tossing her top on the floor, she swung her arms back around and the tip of her index finger came to rest just inside the corner of her mouth and she ran her tongue over her lips and finger. I could clearly see the strings of her black thong rising up from under the waistline of her skin tight jeans and clinging to the sides of her hips.
Danica seductively undid the buttons on her jeans as she continued to stare longingly at me. Now I was on fire and I could feel my pussy flushing as my entire body tingled and quivered with desire. As I watched Danica strip, I untied the knot in my blouse below my breasts, let it fall free and then slowly undid the buttons. Danica rolled slowly over on to her back, raised her gorgeous legs straight up toward the ceiling and slowly slipped her jeans off and tossed them on the floor. Danica rolled back up on to her knees and our eyes locked. She licked the tips of her fingers and slowly ran her hand down the front of her body, slipped it into her thong and began to rub her mound. I let my blouse slide off my arms and onto the floor and it was quickly joined by my bra. When Danica first laid eyes on my bare breasts, she inhaled deeply and cooed as she slid her tongue seductively around her lips and over her teeth; then motioned me to come to her.
Sliding my knee onto the mattress, Danica was on me instantly and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her tight and firm torso, I felt her small and perky tits mash into mine. Her nipples were hard and penetrating into my skin like pebbles. Danica pulled her tongue out of my mouth, ran it quickly down over my chin, down my neck and I soon gasped deeply as she wrapped her lips around my right nipple. She sucked on it hard, nipped and teased it with her teeth, lips and tongue, all the while twisting and pinching my left nipple between her fingers. I could feel sweat begin to run down my back and could see Danica’s beautiful body begin to glisten with her own perspiration in the flickering candlelight.
Danica shifted her body and took my left nipple into her mouth as she grabbed a handful of my ass cheek with her left hand. My head rolled back and my eyes spun as I ran my hands through her hair. Danica suddenly raised her right hand to my lips and shoved three fingers into my mouth. I held her fingers like a hard cock as I sucked them. Danica then yanked her fingers out of my mouth and ran her hand quickly down the front of my body, shoved it into my pants and panties. I sucked in a deep gasping breath as I felt her fingers slide over and around my slit, then her palm pressed firmly against my completely shaven mound.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long!” Danica moaned.
“I’m all yours baby.” I moaned back.
“Ooooh, you’re so wet!” She hissed.
The next thing I knew, Danica grabbed me roughly by the arms, shoved me up and around on the mattress and pushed me down on my back. Danica then stood up on the mattress and slipped off her thong and I could now behold her entire naked body. I slipped my hand down my pants and began to rub my pussy as I stared at her. I don’t think I’d ever seen a more perfect female body. Danica ran her hands slowly up, down and all around her beautiful body as she then began to chew on the delicate fabric of her thong, slowly and seductively, before tossing them on the floor and descending on me.
Sliding her body between my legs, I lifted my arms over my head and raised my ass as Danica roughly jerked my pants down my long legs and off. Raising my legs straight up in the air, she pulled my panties up and off, chewed on them and then tossed them on the floor. Holding my legs together and pointing straight at the ceiling, Danica ran her tongue slowly down my skin, taking slow and wide strokes back and forth with the flat of her tongue between each leg, all the while slowly pushing them forward and down toward my shoulders. Danica moaned softly as her tongue coated almost every inch of my skin. Eventually lowering her body slowly to the mattress, Danica stretched herself out on her stomach with her face just inches from my pulsating pussy.
“Split wide for me!” Danica suddenly barked.
Keeping my legs perfectly straight, I split my legs out to each side as if doing the splits on a gymnastics mat. My pussy spread wide and Danica slowly ran the flat of her tongue across my swollen lips and I heard her moan:
Running my fingers through her hair, Danica was now licking the inside of my thighs. I looked down and my eyes were caught by the most lustful and desire filled stare I’d ever seen on another human being’s face. Danica wanted me more than anyone else ever had and our gazes remained locked together as she lowered her mouth to my pussy and her lips and tongue wildly flicked and sucked the hood of my clit. Instantly my body coursed with an intense orgasmic sensation more powerful than any I’d ever felt before. My back arched, my eyes spun and my hands were instantly massaging my own tits. Danica’s tongue battered and teased the hood until my gorging clit sprung forth and she wrapped her teeth around it, nipping and sucking it. With my legs shaking, my body convulsing and my hands tearing at the sheets, I felt a tremendous orgasm building. Screaming at the top of my lungs and finding it increasingly hard to find breath, Danica suddenly released my clit as she wrapped her arms around my hips, dug her fingernails into my abdomen and took my swollen folds into her mouth.
“Oh God! Oh Yes! Oh Baby!” I wailed over and over between deep gasps and no breathing at all.
Danica was vigorously shaking her head from side to side with her mouth and lips full of my soaking wet, swollen folds; her fingernails digging deeper into the skin of my abdomen. My body writhed and convulsed wildly as my head rolled from side to side on the now sweat drenched pillow.
“Ohhhhh Fuck!!” I shrieked. “Ohhh God!!”
Danica suddenly spit my pussy lips out of her mouth and got up on her knees as she rubbed my clit with her finger.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Danica hissed.
“Ohhh God, I’m gonna cum all over you!” I screamed.
Danica rubbed my gorging clit furiously with her left hand as she sucked on and then jammed two of her fingers deep into my pussy with her right. I practically ripped the sheets off the mattress as Danica finger-fucked me. I flung my legs in and planted my feet on the mattress with Danica in between them. Every muscle in my body seized as my back arched to the point where only the soles of my feet and my head and shoulders were the only parts of my sweat drenched body touching the mattress. Still rubbing my clit feverishly, Danica lowered her body and plunged her face to my mound as I clutched tore at the satin bed sheets. Danica’s hands slid up on my hands and I released the sheets and grabbed her hands; our fingers laced. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and felt myself explode all over Danica’s chin, lips and tongue. Gasping for air, my body collapsed hard and I heard Danica slurping up all my juices with tender moans of absolute ecstasy and delight.
“Mmmmmhhh! God, you taste so good, baby!” Danica cooed in ecstasy.
As I panted and seethed like an exhausted marathon runner, Danica let go of my hands and I felt her tongue moving slowly up the front of my orgasm ravaged body and we were soon face to face. Danica pressed her hard body firmly down on top of me and I could see all of my pussy juices and cum glistening on her lips and chin. Then like a wild animal, I wrapped my mouth around her chin, fiercely licking and sucking her clean and then slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me and Danica gently grinded her pussy against mine. Tasting my own juices all over Danica’s chin and in her mouth drove me wild with desire and I suddenly rolled us over and pinned her beautiful body underneath me. Still deep in a kiss, I felt Danica’s fingernails grazing up and down the skin of my back. Finally we came up for air and I gazed deep into her gorgeous and passion-filled eyes.
“Nobody has ever given me that much pleasure, little girl.” I hissed.
“Oooh, you’re welcome.” Danica replied.
I kissed her gently on the forehead and then pelted several pecks all around her face.
“You are so beautiful.” I told her.
“So are you.” Danica said as she smiled and stroked my hair.
Danica and I lied silent for a minute, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes and caressing each other’s faces and hair. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind slammed into the house causing it to shudder and groan under the tremendous power of Hurricane Amanda’s fury. Danica shook and her eyes spun wildly around in fear.
“Oh God, what was that?” Danica asked frightfully.
“It’s alright, little one.” I whispered and kissed her. “It’s just the wind.”
Hurricane Amanda suddenly slammed the house with another gust and the house groaned even louder. I felt a chill pass through Danica’s body and her face filled with the terror I’d seen her wearing when she first came to my door.
“Oh My God!” Danica whispered.
“Hey!” I said as I tapped her gently on the nose. “There is nothing to be afraid of honey; nothing at all.”
“But the hurricane…?!” Danica shuddered on the verge of tears.
I planted a little kiss on her lips, which still had a faint hint of the bubble gum lip gloss on them and gently stroked her hair.
“She can’t hurt you, baby.” I whispered as I nuzzled Danica’s button nose. “Amanda can rage and roar all she wants, but she can’t hurt you. I won’t let her.”
At that moment, I felt so fulfilled and so empowered by the unbridled passion from this beautiful young creature that I truly believed that I could take Hurricane Amanda down as if she were a person. Danica looked innocently up at me and smiled weakly.
“You really mean that, don’t you?” Danica said shyly.
“Baby, as long as you’re here in my arms, nothing can hurt you.” I whispered.
“But…!!” Danica whined.
I placed my fingers gently on her lips and then kissed them softly.
“Amanda can’t hurt you. And the only reason she’s making such a fuss is because she’s jealous.” I assured her.
“Jealous? What do you mean?” Danica asked quizzically.
“Jealous that I’m getting to make love to you tonight and she isn’t.” I said and smiled.
At that moment, the fear vanished from her face and her body again filled with sizzling heat. Danica rolled over on top of me and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth.
After an incredible kiss, I slipped my tongue out of Danica’s mouth, rolled myself back on top of her and slowly slid my tongue down her chin and neck, across her chest and down in the shallow valley between her small, but perfectly round and firm tits. Danica’s nipples were dark brown, the size of a quarter and as hard as bullets. I wrapped my lips around her left nipple and eventually took half her small breast into my mouth as I folded and squeezed her right nipple and breast in my hand. Danica lifted her arms over her head, moaning deeply. In an instant, I rose up and pinned her arms down on the pillow then ran my tongue up the side of her torso to her perfectly clean and shaven left armpit. I remembered my husband biting and sucking the skin of my armpit many years ago and it was one of the most intensely erotic sensations I’d ever experienced. So, I did the same to Danica; and though she giggled at first, I soon had her writhing in ecstasy as her right hand scratched and scraped all over my upper back and neck.
Soon after, I resumed my southward course with my tongue and eventually slid my body down between Danica’s wide open legs and blew gently on her absolutely beautiful pink pussy. In my early explorations into my potential want for a lesbian experience, I had watched several lesbian X-rated videos and looked at several magazines. I had seen many, many pussies in my studies, but never one as beautiful as Danica’s. Just at a glance, I could tell that it had obviously known the presence of a hard cock or two, but it was still perfectly folded, bright pink and her dark pubic hair was shaven into an adorable heart-shape. As I ran the flat of my tongue over her slit, Danica cooed and her back arched slightly. Spreading her soaking wet and swollen lips with my fingers, I immediately caught that intense aroma of a woman aroused. Danica looked down at me, our eyes met and they remained locked on each other as I opened my mouth and gorged my deepest desires on Danica’s beautiful pussy.
Danica grabbed the sides of my head with both hands and gently guided me as I ate her. Her pussy was drenched with salty sweet juice and it was the most delicious liquid I’d ever had in my mouth. I slipped my tongue just inside her pulsating lips and moved it erratically around. Danica had to guide me at first, but I was soon so perfectly in tune to what she wanted that she released my head and her hands continued grasping at the satin sheets where mine had left off. Danica’s body writhed uncontrollably and each of her deep gasps and shrieking moans enticed me wildly further. Danica arched her back and I grabbed her incredibly firm ass cheeks in my hands as I tongue fucked her. I felt her hand grab the back of my head and push me deeper into her. My nose buried itself in her heart-shaped pubic hair as I felt her powerful legs lock around my shoulders. I suddenly realized that my hands on her ass were all that was holding her up except for the tips of her shoulders and her head on the pillow.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh Audrey! Oh, God I’m gonna cum!! Oh baby, yeah! Oh! Oh! Ohhh Fuck, yeah!!!”
Danica squealed in an octave three times higher than her normal voice and that filled me with even more passion. Suddenly her body started convulsing almost uncontrollably and it became difficult to hold her up and continue to eat her. Every inch of her seething body was drenched with sweat and her pussy was spasming as it began to gush. Her legs locked even tighter around my neck, she sucked in a deep breath and then with a bloodcurdling shriek, Danica squirted like a starting garden sprinkler all over my face and neck. I found myself slurping and licking up all of her juices like an insane alcoholic who had just spilled his last drink and was determined not to let any of it go to waste.
Danica was gasping deeply as she released her vice grip leg lock and I slowly lowered her twitching body back down to the mattress. Danica rolled over on her side as she shuddered and twitched and I slowly ran my tongue up the side of her body. Reaching her neck, I ran my tongue up to and around her ear, turned her head toward me and slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. Danica rolled over toward me and we entwined in a passionate embrace. I held Danica snuggly as she continued to tremble for several minutes before the intensity of her orgasm finally passed. Finally we lied silent in each other’s embrace and gazed deeply into the other, stroking cheeks and running fingers through the others hair. We kissed softly then deeply then softly again for what seemed like hours and giggled like a couple of school girls as we talked about everything under the sun; or rather, under Hurricane Amanda.
I have no idea what time we finally fell asleep; all I know is that Amanda was reaching the peak of her orgasm, in a manner of speaking. When I awoke, my beautiful young Danica was sleeping soundly beside me with her back to me. Daylight was coming through the windows and everything was quiet; no wind and no rain. I looked at my alarm clock and it was still dead; the power was still out. I slipped quietly out of bed and donned the clothes I’d stripped off the night before and went downstairs. Checking my cell phone on the coffee table in the living room, it was just after two o’clock in the afternoon. I went to the front door and stepped out onto the front porch. Hurricane Amanda had passed but she had definitely left her mark. The sky was overcast and it was very warm and humid, but there was not a hint of any wind. Surveying my yard, it was saturated with pine needles, leaves, a couple of medium sized tree limbs and a few shingles torn from my roof. Glancing up and down the street, I could see that most everyone else had suffered about the same amount of damage except for the occasional downed tree further up the street toward the woods. Many of my neighbors were already out cleaning up their yards and I could hear the gas powered engines of chainsaws and leaf blowers all around for miles; as well as the hum of generator motors.
Letting Danica sleep, I left a note for her on the kitchen table and spent the rest of the afternoon just wandering around the neighborhood listening to my Ipod. As with my street, most of the neighborhood had sustained minimal damage and most everyone was out cleaning up since they had nothing else to do with the power being out. However the news I was hearing on my Ipod told me that the rest of the area had had it far worse. Down closer to the beach, the devastation was being classified as catastrophic, rivaling that of Hiroshima. I stopped and talked to several people as I walked and I could see the exhaustion and frustration in their eyes; not to mention stress and fatigue. It was then that I really started to feel guilty; I was floating on air. While most people tossed and turned or paced and panicked through the agonizingly long night of Hurricane Amanda, I had been locked in the throes of wild and unbridled sexual passion with a beautiful young woman and hardly noticed that Amanda was even there. True, I had been through many violent hurricanes and come out the next day in the same condition that most of my neighbors were in today; but I had weathered Hurricane Amanda in the passionate arms of Hurricane Danica.
“Happy Birthday to me!”
I sang to myself as I headed home and back to the warm embrace of Hurricane Danica. Thank you Amanda.