Message-ID: <12516eli$9806261343@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12516.txt>
From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com
Subject: {Julie}JDR"Hurricane Hattie"( MF )[1/1]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <6mv42d$eid$1@sparky.wolfe.net>
JOHN DARK REPOST
The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are
below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic
erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story
codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas
that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author
make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other
matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk.
The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming
Attractions," which includes the titles to be reposted in the next week.
These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of
those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked
the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a
comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories
itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way
to encourage them to continue entertaining you.
The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this
posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in
any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright
below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as
well.
=====================
This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep one
copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline, URL:
(http://www11.pair.com/julie), and e-mail address and this paragraph remain
on the copy. Any posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the
previous permission of the author.
=====================
Hurricane Hattie
by Julie
julie32@wolfenet.com
(http://www11.pair.com/julie)
Sure, I knew they had hurricanes in Florida, I just didn't plan on
experiencing one.
I was visiting Pam and the family. She said there was something in the air.
I thought she was referring to the party she was planning. It wasn't
supposed to be much. Just a few friends for dinner and cards. It turned out
to be a lot more.
Pam and Terry put a lot of work into preparing for the party. She fixed
cornish game hens... I should have wondered why there were only four. I
loved the dessert, and the hours of preparation. She really seemed to want
to impress me. I was impressed.
Terry took the kids down the road to stay with Grandma and Grandpa. I helped
Pam put the finishing touches on dinner. While Pam and I were alone in the
house, I finally got around to asking how many people were invited to the
party. She mumbled an answer, so I knew there was definately something in
the air.
"Pam, you're not setting me up with someone again, are you?" I asked,
irritation showing in my voice.
"It was Terry's idea."
Pam and Terry had been trying to get me married off ever since they had
their first child. I always told them I wasn't ready. I honestly didn't
think I'd ever be ready. Everything changed the minute the door bell rang.
"Get that for me, will ya Jules?" Pam called out.
"Right," I answered with more enthusiasm than I felt.
Looking through the peep hole, all I could see was the back of a head. I
squared my shoulders and prepared for a date from hell and opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Jim. I just passed Terry on my way over. 'MMM', smells like Pam's
up to something good in the kitchen," he said as he walked right past me.
"Why don't you come in," I said with a sneer as he crossed the room.
"What did ya say?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing." He was already getting on my nerves and I didn't know why. I
had to admit, he had a nice butt.
Jim went into the kitchen with Pam and I excused myself for a moment.
"What's getting into you already?" I asked the mirror in the guestroom.
Usually I politely accept my fate when Pam and Terry were meddling, but
this time I was having trouble. I talked to the mirror for a bit, reassuring
myself that I could get through one more evening like this. I heard Terry
drive up, so I headed back into the kitchen to make the best of things.
It was interesting to watch the three of them interact. Jim didn't behave
like most of my blind dates. He was friendly, interesting, and rather than
trying to monopolize the conversation like most of the men Terry introduced
me to, made an effort to draw me in. Neither did he spend too much time
ogling my full breasts or trying to flatter me. I guess he made me feel
like a real person.
Come to think of it, meeting Jim was probably the nicest thing that had
happened to me in years.
Dinnertime seemed to whiz by. Before I knew it, Jim was pouring a little
dessert wine on my ice cream as we settled in the livingroom. Pam and Terry
turned on the radio and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Jim began telling me stories about his son. He was divorced. I had a hard
time imagining a sane woman letting this guy out of her sight. Anyway, his
son loves cartoons, some of the same cartoons I catch myself watching. Jim
seemed to know which were the ones made for adults. Animaniacs. That must
have been his favorite. He could quote some of the funniest lines. We were
laughing when Terry came into the livingroom.
"That tropical storm is turninging into a hurricane," Terry said. "The phone
lines are down, Pam and I are going to head over and get the kids," the
worry evident in his voice. "Jim, if we're not back in an hour, we'll be
staying with my folks. Secure the house, would ya," he said as Pam followed
him out the front door.
I was a bit frightened, and it must have showed. Jim put his arms around me,
gave me a quick squeeze, and said, "Hey, don't worry. I've been through this
a hundred times."
He got me busy helping him secure the house, putting away the kids outdoor
toys, locking windows, and unplugging unnecessary appliances. He was telling
jokes again, as we went from room to room making sure things were ready. I
went into a fit of giggles while in the master bedroom and collapsed on the
bed.
Jim sat down beside me, bent over my head, and in the voice of Rocky the
Squirrel said, "Now, here's something I hope you'll really like," and
lowered his lips to mine. My eyes closed as I relaxed and allowed myself to
fall into the intoxicating warmth of his breath. As our lips parted, I
looked into his eyes and realized that Terry had found me something really
special.
We could have been there, looking at each other, for hours if the lights
hadn't flickered and then gone out. A gasp of frightened surprise escaped my
lips. "Remember, sweetheart, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're with
me," he whispered.
"Hold me, Jim," I begged, and he lay down on the bed with me, pulling me
tightly to him.
Though I hardly knew him, I sensed I was in good hands. I could feel his
chest hairs poking out of his shirt and wanted to rub his chest with my
hands. He pressed his lips against mine again, and I lost myself in his
passionate embrace. I slipped my hand up his t-shirt, feeling the soft hairs
curling against my fingertips and his taut chest.
His lips left mine, traveling to my ear, and curving down my neck. His
hands, too, began to explore and release sensations in me I'd never known.
I could hear the wind whip the trees as the rain began pelting the bedroom
window. The force of the storm was like that of the force of passion
building within me. As the storm begged to release its energy, I too begged
for a release.
I sat up abruptly, taking Jim by surprise. "Is something the matter?" he
asked. I couldn't speak. My mind and body became one with the storm outside.
I pulled him to his knees on the bed, tearing at his t-shirt and pulling it
off. I gently pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips. He
reached up, unbuttoning my blouse and removing it. I unhooked the front
closure of my bra, and as my breasts were released, thunder could be heard
from outside. My heart raced as he reached up to explore my breasts, my
nipples hardened at his touch, and lightening flashed, urging me on as Jim's
touches brought out a moan and buried animal instincts.
I unbuttoned his jeans and stood on the bed above him. I reached down,
grasping the waistband of his jeans, yanking them. I tugged once too often,
a bit too hard, and went tumbeling off the bed, his jeans in my hands.
Quickly, Jim was at my side. "Are you okay?"
"I think I bruised my butt," I said while trying to supress a laugh.
"Let me take a look." He slipped off my jeans with a lot more decorum.
"You can't look, there's no light," I pointed out.
"I'll just feel my way around." But I knew that's what he would do before he
even spoke. "Tell me if it hurts," he said as he slid his hand under my
butt and began gently kneeding it.
He ran his hands under my ass, up to the base of my back, returning with my
panties in tow. He slipped off the silk panties, though I'm sure he got a
little help.
He lay down against me then, pressing his body against mine. I could feel
his hard cock throbbing through his underwear, pushing at them, needing more
room. I slid a finger under the waistband on either side and, with his help,
slipped his underwear down to his knees. There, I caught them with my foot
and pulling his chest back down to mine, finished removing the restricting
fabric with my foot.
He lay on me, warm and nude. Heat rushed through my body at the feel of him.
My legs spread slightly, allowing his cock to slide down between them, to
press softly against my clit as his lips came down to meet my breasts.
"Oh, Jim, I need it, please," I moaned, my voice raspy with desire.
"I need it too, but there's plenty of time, baby," he whispered.
I could no longer hear the storm raging outside, for the storm raging within
me. His hands and lips traveled the length of my body, leaving behind a
burning trail of desire and want. His cock rubbed against my body now and
then, but always out of reach.
I felt tortured in the most luxurious way, and knew by the sounds of his
breathing that he couldn't last much longer either.
His hands and lips traveled back up my body, lingering for a while between
my legs. His fingers probed gently as he lapped at my swollen clit. I didn't
want to cum that way... I wanted him inside me.
"Jim, please!" I begged. "The others will be back soon. I need you inside me
before it's too late."
With the reality of the situation remembered, Jim pushed my legs onto his
shoulders and lowered his body to mine, entering with the same urgency I
felt. His cock slid in as I squeezed it, wanting to milk it. He began
pumping me with my ass elevated and his hands at my shoulders. With each
thrust of his pelvis, I felt that I'd gone over the edge, my orgasm came
quickly but grew with the thrusts. I called out his name as my orgasm
peeked, and his hot cum shot out inside me. He pushed into me deeply as he
came, allowing me to draw out his juices and suck them deep inside me.
He bent down to kiss me and whispered, "Terry said you'd be perfect for me,
Julie. I think he was right."
=====================
Hurricane Hattie
by Julie
(http://www11.pair.com/julie)
-30-
--
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>