The storm moved quickly toward the little town. The Midwest had been cursed with a protracted drought, but it was finally about to end. The farmer’s prayers had all been answered by it. The sky lighted up in the middle of the night with every lightning strike, the rain fell heavily, the wind howled, and thunder roared.
Samantha’s dog, Jetski, had woken up and was putting his nose to hers.
“What are you doing, Jet?” she sarcastically asked her dog.
Jetski sat beside her and rocked her till she slept off. Samantha had trouble falling asleep. She was attracted by something about the storm. She observed it via her window.
The extent to which the trees were torn apart was revealed with each lightning strike. It appeared as though sheets of rain were falling. Samantha felt her heart begin to race.
Samantha was watching the storm when her mother stormed into her room.
“Uncle Bob is very ill, Sam. I have to go to the hospital. She said to Samantha, “I need you to stay here.”
With an “OK, OKKamantha answered.
She saw her mother disappear into the storm. Her worry increased with every flash as the wind began to pick up.
For the last month, it has been quite hot. Could there be a tornado in this storm? She gave it some serious thought and swallowed hard.
“Stop it, Samantha; you’re frightening yourself,” she told herself. Everything is alright. Everything will work out OK.
ShOKproceeded to the living room and switched on the TV. All the local channels carried the news. The screen displayed a gigantic storm that stretched from Ohio to Illinois. Not even the brunt of the storm had reached her. She took a seat on the couch.
A tree collapsed near Samantha’s home, cutting off her electricity.
She exclaimed, “Just friggin peachy,” as she lit a couple candles.
The draperies covering the windows muted the dazzling flashes. It didn’t seem like there was as much thunder as there had been in her room. The thunder appeared to lullaby her to sleep.
She awoke to a furious knock on the door. Samantha hurriedly opened the door, supposing it to be her mother. She was shocked that it was a guy, not her mother. He apologized as he pushed his way inside the home.
He wasn’t ugly at 6’2″ and 180 pounds, with gorgeous hazel eyes, full lips, and semi-medium hair. His typical appearance would have undoubtedly stopped traffic, but he wore cargo shorts and a drenched T-shirt.
“I apologize for barging in. Do you possess a cellar? He added, “We need to get to the basement, we heard on the radio that there is a tornado warning and I figured I’d be flying around in my truck if I stayed in my truck.” He gestured to the driveway housing his 5.7-liter Hemi Dodge Ram 2500. “Please let me stay.”
In the candlelight, she cast a glance at him. Even though he was probably twenty-three or twenty-four, she didn’t mind because he was cute. After closing the door behind him, she grabbed a lighted candle. She guided him to the basement steps, taking his hand. She instructed him to place a hand on her shoulder to save him from falling. He accompanied her down the steps, resting his manly hand on her shoulder.
Finding two seats, Samantha set the candle on a little card table. The two sat at the table where she had set up the seats beside them.
“Hey, thank you for allowing me to tour your home. Nowadays, not many individuals would open their doors to a stranger, “he began.
It’s not a huge concern; if I were adopted, I would want the same circumstances. By the way, my name is Samantha.”
“I’m Chris.”
“What is your age?” she inquired.
“My age is twenty-two. What is your age?”
“My age is nineteen. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, but aren’t you a little young to…” Samantha reached the wine storage area in the basement’s rear corner. She returned to him with a bottle that she had picked up.
She responded, “It’s on me.”
“Thanks.”
Chris took the bottle and sat there. This girl was too lovely, in his opinion. He also felt she was attractive. Based on what he could see of Samantha’s eyes in the candlelight, she had to be around 5’6″ and 140 pounds, with a lovely facial shape. Her cheekbones nicely complemented her face, and her teeth appeared flawlessly straight when she smiled. She seemed to be wearing fresh clothing that fit her physique flawlessly.
Samantha turned to face Chris, who had the bottle in his hand. He was now gazing directly into her eyes. She sensed a connection between them but wasn’t sure how to describe it. It was quiet in the basement with only the two of them, even though hell was breaking free eight feet above them.
“Are you going to open that,” she said, “or am I going to have to open it for you?”
Chris removed the bottle’s cap after taking another look at it. The scent of this wine was not cheap. It was not inexpensive. Samantha had taken hold of her mother’s priciest bottle of Chardonnay. He gestured for her to take a drink from the bottle. Taking the bottle, Samantha gave the wine a couple of hearty swigs. Chris followed suit, believing it would be well.
The wind rose, and the rain started to fall heavier as the two passed the bottle back and forth directly over each other. The rain fell like a torrent, spilling the gutters onto the ground. When Samantha staggered over to the window well, she attempted to gaze up but could not see anything. In the dark, she found her way back to Chris.
- “You look very pretty,” Chris was informed by Samantha.
- “You look pretty, too,” he said back.
- “You wanna make out?” Samantha questioned Chris.
- “Yes,” he replied in return.
Samantha knelt on Chris’s left knee and carefully moved her fingers up his neck to his ear. She turned his earlobe around while she toyed with his ear. Chris’s neck was his largest erogenous zone. She planted a kiss on him, and although he tried not to become too attached to her, he couldn’t resist.
Samantha’s lips teased Chris, slightly opening and then closing. She tugged away, biting his lip playfully. It dawned on him how much he desired her. Chris had never felt quite this strongly for a stranger in his life. At last, she found her way inside his mouth and danced with his tongue.
For what felt like much of the night, they were kissing. Just as the storm was roaring, so did their hormones. She felt something wriggling on her leg as she sat on Chris’s lap. The flame was almost out, so she could hardly see anything when she peered. She felt what had been on her leg with her hands acting as eyes. He groaned a little as she touched his hard-on. She felt an ache from within as she heard his groan, which was incredibly seductive.
Samantha lowered her mouth to his neck and nibbled and licked it. Her hands lifted his shirt. She kissed Chris on the neck and pulled his shirt off as he raised his arms. She got down on her knees in front of his chair as soon as she had taken off his shirt. She licked and kissed him down to his stomach. She could feel his erection contacting her breasts each time she kissed his stomach, which increased her desire for him.
Chris felt euphoric. She was the most pleasing female he had ever met, yet she wasn’t accomplishing much. He wished for her to continue. He desired to finish everything. He chose to take the subsequent action.
Gently, he moved her off of him and back onto the ground. In the darkness, she lay there. Chris immediately put his face to her stomach after picking up her top. His nose traced patterns as he gently touched her tummy, tickling her. Every time the tickles got to her, she jerked.
Chris undid her bra by pulling off her shirt and reaching around. She arched her back as he slipped his hands over her ribs and onto her back. After locating the device, he cautiously unhooked it. With the release of all the strain keeping her 34C breasts down, the two halves of the bra snapped to her front.
He pulled on the front of the bra and took it off of her. She laughed as she felt him plant a kiss on her nipple, which was already firm from the pressure of her excitement and the air striking it. Chris located Samantha’s penis and caressed it. Her back was pressed up against his face in an arched position. She pleaded with him nonverbally to put it in his mouth, and he obeyed her cues. He immediately took her breast into his mouth and continued to tease it with his tongue. She sighed, and he left it to blow cool air on it.
Samantha believed she needed to be doing more, even if she enjoyed the attention on her breasts. She turned Chris over and struggled to get his belt on. At last, she removed it and proceeded to the button on his shorts. Chris’s hands blocked her path as she grabbed the zipper to unbutton his shorts.
“You don’t want to do that; I’m not wearing underwear,” she said. She unzipped his shorts and gave his hands a quick smack. His dick shot up as the zipper slid down. Being released from captivity was a relief.
She yanked his shorts aside, yanking them off. Chris had the candle out and was entirely nude. She was OK with it, the only assuring him during the strike, which appeared to be more frequent than usual. She caught a glimpse of his dick via a sudden burst of light in the little window. The length has to be nine inches. Swiftly, she scraped her nails up his thighs from the bottom of his legs. She continued to tease him as she traced around his cock without touching it.
Samantha got near to his privates. Chris felt her breath on it, giving him shivers. She saw the unusual amount of precum he had released and licked the tip. With a sigh, she took the head in her mouth and used her tongue to swirl and suck it. Chris groaned, and she proceeded, putting around four inches of his manhood in her mouth before it struck her neck. She swallowed his cock and pressed her face closer to him. Her nose brushed his stomach, and she tensed her throat muscles.
Chris had never received a better blowjob than this one. He relaxed and relished the experience, letting her handle all the effort. He held back a little bit longer till he couldn’t take it anymore because he wanted to enjoy the moment even though he was so close to cumming.
He began to say, “I’m gonna…” but was interrupted and spewed all of his sperm down Samantha’s throat. She ingested every drop, ready for it.
Chris said, “It’s your turn,” to Samantha. He caressed her breast, causing her nipples to reactivate. He slid her jeans and thong down, running his hands down her sides. He grabbed her hard ass and cupped each cheek in his fingers. With a sigh of pleasure, Samantha rubbed herself against him. He desired her entirely, and he wanted to make her come.
He stretched her legs wide and placed her on her back. He licked her thigh’s inside, meeting her pussy there. She shouted with delight and anguish as he bit her. He avoided her clitoris and ran his tongue from there to the top of her mound. He licked her clit when she thrust her hips to meet his face.
When compared to the other girls he had dated, her clit was relatively tiny. While the other girls were easily located, Samantha needed more attention, and he was pleased to have located it.
Chris put two fingers on her pussy and licked on her clit. He lubricated them by running them over the top of her entrance and then slipped his fingers deep within her. He sucked harder as she writhed under him. In about ten minutes, she was gone. She applied pressure on his palm with her pussy, causing it to contract and release again. She gave a squealing sound of joy as he stroked his fingers faster and harder. Her heart was racing so quickly after her climax that she believed she was going to have a heart attack. Despite her fast breathing, she was still craving more.
Everything upstairs chattered as the house rocked with the sound of thunder. Samantha heard something fall, but she was more interested in Chris than she would look into it.
Samantha put her hands around Chris’s dick and gave it a slight tug since he was being stubborn once more. She threw him to the ground and ascended over him. She slid down his member easily, positioning herself over it. She swayed her hips in a circular motion. He went deeper and quicker each time her body touched his. He hit rock bottom, yet he still wants more. She groaned louder and louder as he thrust deep within her. He was feeling the same orgasm that she was. They exerted all their efforts, sweat pouring from their bodies, breathing, and rhythm matching.
With a sudden jerking motion, Samantha gave birth to a pussy that seemed to be acting on its own. With considerable power, it clamped and crushed Chris, making the most of everything he possessed. Their squeals and screams drowned out the sound of thunder. With a heavy sigh, Samantha rolled off Chris and lay beside him.
He told her, “You are the best I’ve ever been with.”
“Thank you. You’re not too shabby yourself.”
Chris encircled her with his arms, and the two slept off together. The storm passed while they slept. The light had come up when they woke. With a cunning maneuver, Samantha left Chris’s clutches and headed upstairs. That her mother wasn’t home yet gave her a sense of relief. A few trees were down, and the yard was covered in a jumble of branches as she peered out the kitchen window. There was no need to try to prepare breakfast because the power was still off. After grabbing an apple, she made her way to her room. After getting dressed, she headed back to the dining room. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs as she sat down.
Chris got back into his clothing and started up the stairs. Samantha ate an apple at the dining room table when he answered the door. She grinned back at him when he grinned. Samantha’s mother called when her phone rang.
“Hey,” she greeted.
“Hey, Sam! I’m glad you made it through. Bob needs surgery, therefore I will be here for a while. How are things doing overall?
She informed her mother, “It’s not a big deal, everything is great, the power is out.” Samantha gave Chris a congrats. He extended his hand to take hers.
“All right, let me know what you need. There’s not much I can do, but I’ll be here,” she informed her daughter.
- “All right, I will. Mom, goodbye.”
- “Bye.”
- Samantha closed her phone.
- “So, how’d you sleep?” Samantha questioned Chris.
He smirked at her and said, “Pretty well, I had this gorgeous girl in my arms, but she wasn’t there when I woke up. I guess she wanted an apple.” She grinned.
“No, I have to leave; my work is at twelve. I’ll give you my phone number; I’ll take it if you don’t text me. I am aware of your residence. He gave her a wink.
“I’ll text you, but what if I’m curious about this ‘or else’?” She enquired.
He handed her a piece of paper with his phone number on it, said, “I guess you’ll have to find that out,” opened the door, and walked away. Grinning, she grasped the paper. He’d be fun again, she knew.
