Timmy's Adv. - The Sexual Storm

This is the final story in a five part series about a shy college geek turned confident stud. It is a spin off from the "Kimmy's Adventures" series I've previously published. The setting for this story is about a year after Timmy's Adventures-The Hot Wife Experience.

It is a fictional story influenced by weather disaster movies such as Twisters. I use the names of real states, cities, highways and organizations. However, all characters are fabricated. All persons depicted are 18-years of age or older. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. I did some research on tornadoes but some editorial license was used.

This is a story with sex rather than a sex story and as such the sex scenes develop later in the story.

My thoughts and prayers with anyone ever effected by natural disasters but especially with those in North Carolina impacted by the hurricanes and the people of Los Angeles devastated by the wild fires and most recently the thousands in the southern USA impacted by the tornadoes this spring.

Timmy's Adventures- The Sexual Storm

It was just around my one-year anniversary as the weekend weather forecaster for ABC's morning news program when I received a call from the personnel department at the National Weather Service (NWS). I had done my internship between my junior and senior years of college at the Wichita, KS office as a "storm tracker". They wanted to know if I'd be interested in interviewing for the position of "Warning Coordination Meteorologist (WCM)." The job responsibilities would include organizing and training the "storm tracker" interns and volunteers as well as being in the field spotting and reporting tornadoes.

As I mentioned before, being a career TV weatherman was not my long term career goal, although it would probably be more lucrative. I have to admit i was getting more sex than I could ever have dreamed of while living in NYC, but I was beginning to feel hollow inside. My personal relationship with Stacey had fizzled and I wasn't really connecting with anyone else in the big city.

Two days after the call I was on a flight to Wichita for the interview. After a long day that included three meetings with the "powers that be", I was offered the job. Less than a month later I was moving into a one bedroom apartment in Wichita that was three times the size of my NYC studio at half the cost.

Upon arrival at my new job I had about a week to interview and hire the latest batch of volunteers and interns and have them ready for the heart of the severe weather season. Things were going pretty well and I had filled some of the spots with a variety of college age men, who reminded me of myself, as well as some middle aged women looking for something exciting to do.

I checked my appointment calendar and saw that my next interview would be with a young woman named Vanessa Raymond, who'd just graduated from Oklahoma State with an Applied Science Degree with a minor in meteorology. I noticed that originally she'd sent her application to the OKC office, but a month ago requested it be transferred to my office. At the time i though nothing of it. Her resume looked strong and I have to admit that I was intrigued to meet her. I buzzed the office manager to tell her I was ready for the next applicant.

I was more than pleasantly surprised when in walked a very cute young woman dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt that clung to her curvy hips and tight rounded bottom. Under her matching waist length blazer she wore a white cotton blouse opened at the collar. A silver necklace with a cross hung delicately around her neck. She looked very professional, although she seemed a little uncomfortable in the business attire.

As I stood from my chair to greet her, I quickly assessed that she was about an inch or two shorter than my 5'7" frame. As she walked closer, I got a better look at her adorable face, framed by shoulder length brunette hair with blonde streaks and bangs. Her warm brown eyes seemed to smile as she confidently stuck out her hand to shake mine. Her grip was firm. As we shook, I noticed a small butterfly tattoo on the back of her right hand. I was reminded that Vanessa means butterfly.

I probably held her grip a few seconds longer than socially appropriate while I finished observing a pair of sterling silver Celtic stud earrings adorned her barely visible lobes. A diamond chip stud nose ring, which I estimated to be about 2mm, pierced her right nostril.

I finally released her hand, before things became too awkward, and asked her to take a seat in a chair across the desk from me. As we began the conversation with simple pleasantries, I was barely listening to her answers because I was transfixed by her dainty mouth and sexy lips that glistened with a layer of gloss.

"So Miss Raymond, what got you interested in meteorology?" I asked, finally getting my emotions and hormones under control. I like this query as a good icebreaker. Allow the applicant to relax and show their personality.

"Well I've been fascinated with weather ever since I was a little girl," Vanessa began, with her cute twang and her face lighting up. "I grew up on a farm in Oklahoma with my Dad, step mom and two younger half-brothers. The weather played a big part in our daily routine. Everything we did was centered around the seasons and accompanying weather. My Dad and I actually built our own weather station with a homemade barometer, an anermometer, rain gauge and other tools.

"But honestly, it was when... I was like... in fifth grade... I guess... and saw a tornado for the first time... it impacted me forever," Vanessa continued, almost in a trance. "It ripped through our town destroying some homes. To this day I can remember standing on our porch looking out to the western fields transfixed by the sight of the funnel cloud, about a mile away, headed right towards us. My father had to literally grab me and drag me to safety in the root cellar."

I was mesmerized by the excitement and fear that projected simultaneously from Vanesa's face as she explained how she and her family huddled together, praying out loud, as it sounded like a freight train was barreling down on them.

"God answered our prayers," Vanessa continued, "because next thing we knew it was dead silent. Turns out that the twister made a sharp left turn north, about a quarter-mile from our house and evaporated back into the sky.

"Thanks to the grace of the almighty no one died, although there were a few injuries," Vanessa continued. "We had an out building, some fence and some crops torn up, but other than that we didn't have a lot of damage. But that's an experience that never leaves ya, if ya know what I mean."

I nodded.

"Ya' ever experience a tornado, Mr. Terwilliger?" Vanessa asked.

"Call me Tim," I replied breaking formality, without thinking.

"Okay," Vanessa smiled, "Ya' ever see a tornado... Tim?"

I returned her smile, nodded again, and explained how I witnessed one while doing my internship five years prior here in Wichita. I told her how the sight of it, about two-miles in the distance, took my breath away. The image of it still lived in my dreams or more aptly my nightmares. Renee nodded her head in agreement.

"I'm interested in how you plan to incorporate your Applied Science Degree with your passion for meteorology? I asked, continuing the conversation.

Vanessa smiled proudly and explained that since she was about ten-years older than her brothers, that her "Pa" had raised her as a Tomboy. As a result, when things on the farm needed to be built, fixed or jerry-rigged she was by his side helping him. She had a natural curiosity as to how and why things worked.

"So I hope to use my engineering experience and knowledge I learn this summer about the Doppler Radar to help improve or invent technology that will do an even better job at detecting tornadoes and help communities like mine."

I was floored! A scientific, humanitarian who was also a knock out. Could this really be happening? For all intents and purposes the interview was over at that point. However, I was so enamored with her that I didn't want the it to end and we talked casually for about another 15-minutes. To Vanessa's delight, at the end of our conversation, I informed her that she had the position. I told her to report back to the office at 9 a. m. the following Monday for orientation and field training.

"Oh by the way Tim," Vanessa asked as I was escorting her out of my office, "what is the dress code for a storm tracker?"

"It's pretty casual although I suggest you wear work boots" I said nonchalantly. " You know, like clothes you would probably wear around the farm."

"Okay, I got it," Vanessa replied with a innocent glint in her eyes.

The following Monday morning I was in the small meeting room I'd be using for the orientation with some of the new storm trackers. A group of middle aged women were standing in a circle sipping coffee. I was in mid-conversation with two recruits from my alma mater, when Vanessa walked in. All conversation in the room stopped and all eyes focused on Vanesa.

There she stood, in faded denim overall-shorts that came to a little lower than mid-thigh. Not too short. It exposed beautiful toned, tanned legs. Her feet covered by a worn pair of Timberlands, with rolled up white crew socks peeking out of the top of the boots. Underneath her overall bib she wore a sleeveless white tee-shirt, exposing strong, sun-bronzed arms; evidence of working on a farm. Her right shoulder was adorned with a brightly colored tattoo. A book bag hung over her left shoulder.

My immediate thought, as I admired Vanessa standing in the doorway, was that she looked like the character Heidi from the 90's sit com Home Improvement that I watched constantly in syndication as a kid growing up.

I excused myself from my conversation with the two guys, whose mouths were still catching flies, and went over to greet Vanessa. As I approached her, the pervert in me realized that she was not as well endowed as the Tool Time character I had lusted over as an adolescent. But, her small mounds fit her body perfectly and didn't detract from her sexiness.

"You said I could wear what I wear on the farm," Vanessa said, somewhat defensively "If this isn't appropriate I have jeans and a sweatshirt in my bag."

"No, you're fine," I replied with a chuckle. "Don't mind the nerds, they react like that whenever they see an attractive woman. As for the mother hens over there, well they're just jealous and wish they still looked like you." As I completed my sentence I wondered if I'd stepped over the sexual harassment boundary. I breathed easily when Renee laughed whole heartedly at my joke.

Quickly, I motioned for Vanessa to join me and I spent the next couple minutes introducing her to the other storm trackers. I watched contentedly for the following ten-minutes or so as Vanessa mingled effortlessly with the various groups of people in the room.

The first day of orientation and the subsequent week of training on the weather station and mobile Doppler Radar unit went really well, if I do say so myself. I was really impressed by the effort and intelligence of all the recruits. Not surprisingly to me however, Vanessa, was the most attentive of the bunch. She diligently took notes and consistently asked questions wanting to understand every little detail. By the time we were done on Friday afternoon, I was feeling confident that I'd hired a good team

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After work I went home and showered. I didn't feel like cooking so I dressed casually in shorts, tee-shirt and dock shoes before I headed out to a local pub to get a quick bite. I became familiar with the place when I did my internship in Wichita nearly five-years before. It was only about a five-minute drive from my apartment.

I walked into the establishment and was headed to the bar to order myself a burger and beer while I watched the Kansas City Royals game, when I suddenly heard "Hey Tim!" yelled by a distinctly familiar female voice. I turned to see Vanessa waving to me with a big smile on her face, from across the half full dining room.

Even from a distance of about fifty-feet or so in the dimly lit restaurant, I was able to see Vanessa was sexily dressed in a denim mini-skirt, pink tank top and matching flats. Her hair was in a pony tail.

I met her smile with my own and strode nervously to Vanessa's table. I hadn't felt like that since I met Kimmy in Professor Gleason's office nearly a decade before. When I reached Vanessa's booth I quickly observed her nipples making tents in the fabric of her tank top.

I then became aware of a young college age couple sitting across the table from her. The woman was an attractive blonde while the guy was one of those muscular, silly-sunglass wearing, baseball hat on backwards, pretty boys. Probably a Greek or a jock or both. I was immediately on edge.

Vanessa greeted me warmly and quickly introduced me as her boss to her friend Carie and Carie's boyfriend Dwight.

"Figures" Dwight said snidely. "He looks like a weather nerd."

Renee glared at Dwight while Carrie nudged her boyfriend with her elbow, but couldn't hold back a giggle.

My "storm tracker trainee" was obviously upset with her friend's rudeness, but tried to remain calm. Vanessa explained that Carrie was her best friend from home who happened to attend Wichita State and that she was living with her for the summer. I nodded in understanding.

"Well Timmy," Dwight said condescendingly, "we'd invite ya' to join us, but as ya' can see we've already finished eating."

As if on cue, the waitress leaned in next to me and said, "I'll take that when you're ready hone," and placed the check on the table in front of pretty boy.

"Besides," Dwight continued as he pushed the bill in Carrie's direction, "we're heading to a kegger. Got some friend's interested in meeting Vanessa." Dwight then looked lecherously in Vanessa's direction.

"No problem Dwight," I replied in my sincerest voice. "I'm just gonna get a bite and watch the Royals game. Besides, I have a feeling that a conversation with myself would be more intellectually stimulating than having one with you." Renee let out a loud laugh.

I told Carrie it was nice meeting her and let Renee know I'd see her on Monday, then turned to walk to the bar before Dwight even picked up on the insult.

When I got to the bar I immediately ordered my food and drink. As I was focusing on the game, I heard a little commotion behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Carrie pulling on Dwight's arm as he glared across the room at me. Renee and Carrie were in a heated discussion. Other patrons started to stare.

I turned around towards the bar but kept an eye on the fuss in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. For about a minute I watched the girls go back and forth with each other, Dwight looking in my direction the entire time. Finally Carrie shrugged her shoulders, turned to her boyfriend and pushed him towards the exit. He gave another look in my direction before finally skulking out the of the pub with Carrie on his heels.

Vanessa fixed her hair then smoothed out her top and skirt before taking a deep breath. She then walked towards me. I refocused on the game and acted as though I hadn't been paying attention to the fracas. A minute later Renee climbed up on the bar stool next to me.

"Aren't you gonna miss the 'kegger'?" I asked sarcastically, as I took a sip of my beer.

"I'm really sorry about that Tim," Renee apologized. "I love Carrie, but I didn't realize her jerk of a boyfriend could be that big an asshole. Anyhow, I'd much rather spend time with you if ya' don't mind?"

"No I don't mind" I smiled before taking another sip of my beer. "As for Dwight, I know the type. He reminds me of this guy named Derrick that used to bother me in college. Egotistical lacrosse player!"

"No way! Really?" Renee laughed out loud.

"Yeah, really! Why so funny?"

"Because Dwight plays lacrosse!" Renee blurted.

We both laughed a little to loudly catching the attention of some patrons as well as the bar tender. He just then saw Renee sitting next to me and ambled over cooly. I noticed the guy stared a little to long once he noticed her braless condition.

"What can I get for ya miss," the bartender asked.

When Renee replied a vodka tonic with lime, he asked to see her ID. As she reached into her purse for her license I saw the guy take another look at her tits before she handed him her ID. He looked at the picture on the license, looked back at Vanessa then looked back at the ID, I presumed to check the birthdate, before handing it back to her. He then turned to fix her drink.

"I loved the way you put that jerk in his place," Vanessa smiled, referencing Dwight. "Is that how ya dealt with that Derrick guy. With your quick wit?"

"No, I actually kicked him in the nuts," I said matter of factly. Once again, Vanessa laughed a little to loudly, which I noticed got an annoying glare from the bartender. "You did not?!"

"Swear to God!" I said holding up my right hand. At just that moment a waiter arrived with my hamburger at the same time the bartender brought Renee her drink.

"Oh ya gotta tell me a about that," Vanessa pleaded.

Over the next 15-minutes or so I told her about how Derrick teased and taunted me mercilessly all year and how I was timid and afraid to fight back. I explained, without going into to much detail, how I gained confidence and promised myself I'd never let anyone disrespect me or my friends, like that again.

"So is your foot ready to defend my honor if this creep of a bartender keeps staring at my tits," Vanessa asked with a wicked grin.

Without thinking I jumped off the bar stool and began doing squats.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vanessa wailed.

"Warming up my legs just in case!"

This time Vanessa doubled over in hysterics, again to the annoyance of the bartender.

"You two need anything else?" the creepy barkeep asked. I'd finished my beer and was almost done with my burger.

I looked at Vanessa. She took one last gulp of her drink then shook her head. "Na. I'm good. Let's go for a walk or sit on the bench in the park across the street before it gets dark. Then maybe you can give me a ride home?" Sounded good to me, so I settled up the bill, gave the guy a decent tip despite being a creep and we left the pub. A couple minutes later we were walking leisurely while talking casually, in the beautiful spring night.

We were about halfway around the park's pathed circular track, the sun gradually setting, when Vanessa noticed me staring at the tattoo on her shoulder. A forest of colors surrounded a Celtic Cross. A beautiful monarch butterfly is seen emerging from the woods. In small print I was able to make out the name Marie and the letters RIP.

She rubbed her hand over it self consciously.

"I'm sorry," I said, "It's just... I noticed it earlier in the week and... it's so beautifully done and..."

"It's for my Mom," Vanessa finally interjected, saving me from my awkwardness. "She died in a car accident when I was five."

"Oh my god!... Vanessa... I'm so s... I had no idea..." I sputtered shamefully.

"It's okay Tim," Vanessa said, as she stopped, grabbed my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. " You had no way of knowing. Anyway, I designed it myself when I was like 12-years old. My Pa let me get it when I turned 16. I got it because I don't want to forget about her. I want people to see it. I want to talk about her. That way I know she's still a part of me."

We continued to walk slowly as she shared with me her memories of her mother, or more accurately the pictures, home movies, and stories her Pa had shared with her over the years. She went on to explain how her Pa did a great job of raising her on his own at the same time as he ran the family farm. She giddily told the story of how they met her step mother and how much she loves the woman and her two half-brothers.

She went on to say that she knows her mother, acting as an angel of God, has been looking over her and her family. She believes that's why they were spared from the tornado when she was a little girl.

"I was named Vanessa because my mother loved butterflies," she said. "We used to watch them fly around our garden all the time.

"When I was little, after my Ma passed, my Pa told me that whenever we saw a butterfly that it was Ma coming to visit," Renee explained. "And I know ya'll never believe me, but the day of the tornado, when we finally came out of the root cellar, my family and I saw a beautiful Monarch fly by."

A shiver went down my spine. I admired her faith. Looking into those soulful eyes, how I could I not believe her.

By the time she ended her story we were back at the entrance to the park, the sun nearly set in the western horizon.

"Tim, I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel like I've known you forever. I don't want this evening to end yet," Vanessa whispered longingly. "Not like this. I want to go to your place... and make love."

I was taken aback. I couldn't believe that of all the men she could have, she wanted me. There was nothing more that I wanted in that moment than to make love to Vanessa. I was physically attracted to her the second I laid eyes on her a little more than a week prior. More importantly, I had grown to admire her character and intelligence. However I was her boss, she my subordinate. This wouldn't be like with Stacey and me at the TV station; merely colleagues.

Vanessa's expression of hopefulness started to change to disappointment as she took my hesitancy as a rejection of her request. There was no way I was going to disappoint this beautiful creature. Silently, I took her hand in mine and led her to my car. Hardly a word was spoken during the short ride to my place.

As I escorted Vanessa into my apartment and turned on the light I noticed tears streaming down her face.

"Vanessa, what's the matter?" I asked concernedly. "You know we don't have to do this. We can just talk or I can take you home if you've changed your mind."

"No... no... I want to... badly.... but I'm... well..." Vanessa began, "I'm not a virgin but I only did it a couple times... and.. well it didn't feel good, ya' know? I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

As I looked into Vanessa's scared face my heart broke for her. Luckily most of the women I'd been with were kind and considerate. When Kimmy took my virginity and I prematurely ejaculated she could have embarrassed me, but instead she was patient and made it a moment I will always cherish. But, I did know what she meant. Towards the end of my stay in New York City I'd grown tired of the hot wife-swinging scene. As difficult as it may be to believe, I wanted something more than one night stands with multiple partners.

At that moment it dawned on me what I needed to do. I needed to make this experience for Vanessa as memorable for her as Kimmy had made my first time for me.

"Do you trust me?" I asked as I stared into her dewy eyes.

"Yes!" she said without hesitation, a smile appearing on her face.

Once again I took her hand in mine. This time I led her to my bathroom, closed the door, then reached into the bathtub and turned on the shower. While the water warmed, I turned back to Vanessa, took her in my arms gently and proceeded to give her a deep passionate tongue kiss. I felt her moan as our bodies melted together.

As the steam from the shower began to fog the bathroom mirror, we separated. I then reached for the hem of Vanessa's tank top and slowly began to lift it. She willingly raised her arms to assist me. Once it was off I dropped it on the floor while staring longingly at her dark stiffening button size nipples sticking from her small mounds. She then grabbed for my tee-shirt and pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor next to hers.

We looked into each other's eyes and without a word spoken, Vanessa loosened and lowered her skirt while I undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. Standing in only our underpants we simultaneously stuck our thumbs in our own waistbands and lowered our undergarments to our feet, then kicked them off.

I finally was able admire Vanessa's entire naked beauty with her lean waist that led to her curvaceous hips and long legs. A piercing dangled from the bellybutton of her taut stomach. A five-o'clock shadow covered the mound above her slit.

I noticed Vanessa's glance down at my penis then smile as it stiffened in front of her. I took her by the hand and helped her into the shower. A moment later I joined her.

We let the water stream over us as we embraced again. Vanessa's wet, tight, toned body slid against mine, our crotches rubbing together, while our hands caressed each other delicately. I had her turn around, positioned her under the spray and lathered her back with body wash. I watched attentively as the suds streamed down her back and over her shapely bottom. With a new wash cloth I gently scrubbed her back.

"Ooooo... that tickles," Vanessa giggled as I eased the soapy cloth between her butt-cheeks and washed her pink starfish. She pressed her hands against the wall in front of her, spread her legs slightly, and pushed her bottom into my hand. I had intended simply to wash her, but changed my mind upon seeing her growing desire. I dropped the cloth, reached around her right hip and took her labia between my thumb and forefinger. With my left hand I grabbed her left breast and pulled gently on her nipple while grinding my penis against her ass crack.

"Oh my gawwwd Tim, that feels so gooood!" Vanessa moaned. "Please don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping. Not yet anyway. Honestly I wanted to ram my raging hard on balls deep into her pretty pussy, but I had to wait. I rubbed her vaginal lips together for another minute or so before using my fingers to part her delicate slit.

"Uh... ahh... uh... ahh... ohhh.... fuck... so.. goood!" Vanessa chanted as I started flicking her clit. For the next few minutes I relentlessly manipulated her nub softly while continuing to caress her breasts. As the tension built between her legs I continued to rub my penis on her bottom. Suddenly she let out a squeal as her knees buckled and her body shook spastically.

"Tim... oh... my... g-god... T-timmy," Vanessa stuttered breathlessly as she turned around and kissed me. "Nobody has ever made me feel that good!" I held her tightly in my arms as her body continued to shake.

"My turn to wash you!" Vanessa said, having finally regained her composure.

The beautiful farmer's daughter returned my kindness and proceeded to seductively lather, and wash me from head to toe. She drove me near insane as she stroked my shaft while fondling my balls then applied the wash cloth to my ass crack. Once I was free of soap she began to kneel to pleasure me orally. When I grabbed her by the elbow to stop her, she looked at me confused.

"We have plenty of time for that," I said. "Right now it's about your pleasure." The brunette beauty smiled demurely.

I turned off the water, grabbed a nearby bath sheet and dried Vanessa's lithe body. Upon quickly toweling myself off I led her to my room, which luckily I had cleaned before I went out. She stood quietly next to my queen sized bed and looked at me curiously as I swiftly draped a bandana over my nightstand lamp and shut off the overhead light.

The mood set, I got on the bed on my knees and beckoned for her to join me. Vanessa gracefully eased herself into a kneeling position across from me and stared into my eyes. We embraced again passionately kissing. I felt her strong hands caress my shoulders and back as I massaged her ass cheeks. Our genitals rubbed tantalizingly.

I eased my lips from Vanessa's and began nuzzling her neck as I worked my way to her ears. I felt her shiver, then I made my way down to her breasts where languidly I sucked and licked her sensitive nipples. They stiffened further in my mouth and I felt a new layer of goosebumps on her skin.

Gently I eased Vanessa to the mattress on her back then slowly made a trail with my tongue from her breasts to her navel. Once there I took the small chain dangling from her belly-button piercing between my teeth and tugged lightly on it causing her to squirm like a worm on a hook.

"Oh, Tim stop, you'r driving me crazy," Vanessa breathed.

I looked up and smiled at Vanessa devilishly before lowering my mouth back to her abdomen. Once again I began licking a trail south. Her glutes tensed and her thighs parted slightly as my face got closer to her vagina. I could smell a combination of the soap and her excitement as my nose passed by the split between her legs. But I didn't stop. I continued to torture her by licking her right thigh, down the inside of her knee to her calf. Then I switched to her left leg and worked my way back up to the gap between her legs. While I licked a tantalizingly around her vulva and intermittently flicked her clit, she groaned in frustration.

Unable to take any more Vanessa implored, "Tim, Please STOP Teasing Me!"

"What exactly do you want me to do Vanessa" I said. "Tell me exactly what you want."

Vanessa lifted her head so she could see me then yelled, "Fuck Me Tim! Fuck Me with that hard cock!" With that she spread her legs wide inviting me to enter her. I quickly got on my knees between her legs, lined the head of my dick with her slit and lowered myself on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my torso and lifted her legs.

"Holy shit I think I'm gonna cum already," Vanessa shrieked, then closed her eyes and held her breath. I felt her pussy walls tremble around my cock. When the spasm ended she opened her eyes and gave me an embarrassed smile.

"Damn that felt good!"

"That's just the beginning sweetheart," I promised as I began to move my hips slowly. Vanessa grunted with each thrust as I gradually increased my pace. For the next several minutes we kissed. I nibbled her neck, nipped at her shoulder and sucked her nipples all while thrusting my cock in and out of her tight, wet love canal. Eventually she began meeting my thrusts increasing the sensations coursing through our bodies.

The sight and feel of this beautiful woman along with the previous foreplay made it impossible for me to last much longer. I planned to pull out and cum on Vanessa's vagina and stomach, then do whatever I had to in order to make her orgasm again. As I increased my thrusts, Vanessa sensed what I was about to do and wrapped her legs around my calves trapping me inside her, like I remember Kimmy had done to me years before.

"Don't even think of pulling out of me," Vanessa hissed at me wickedly.

I smiled knowingly, stuck my tongue in her mouth then gave three more deliberate deep thrusts. I felt my balls contract, then emptied my load in what had to be my most emotionally satisfying orgasm since that first time with Kimmy.

Once my brain fog cleared, I slowly resumed pumping my hips. My cock was still hard.

""Keep thrusting!" I encouraged Vanessa. "Don't stop yet."

She did as instructed and before she knew what hit her, another orgasm, this time stronger, ripped through her being.

It was at least a minute, if not more before she could talk.

"Oh my goodness!" Vanessa gasped finally. "Of all the times I imagined us doin' it I never thought it would be that good!"

It took me a couple seconds to register what she said.

"Wait, What?!" I said surprised. "What do you mean by 'of all the times you imagined us doin' it?!' I mean we've only known each other a little more than a week."

Even in the dimly lit room I saw Vanessa bite her lip and glance away nervously. It was several seconds before she could look back into my eyes.

"Tim, I've got a confession to make," Vanessa said, uneasily. "I've been in love with you ever since I saw your first forecast on ABC last year."

A shiver went down my spine.

Vanessa went on an emotional rant explaining how she randomly saw me on the TV that morning and knew right away that she and I shared the same passion for meteorology. How she was immediately attracted to my curly hair and professorial look. I had to chuckle at that one. How she liked the way I made the shout out to Kimmy. How she assumed the track star was my first. How she instantly followed my TV station social media page. How she was heartbroken the following morning when she found out that Stacey and I had gone to dinner together. How she was sure that my colleague and I were sleeping together. How, despite that, she kept watching my forecasts every weekend. How she knew when the relationship with Stacey had cooled off. And finally, how, when I announced that I'd be leaving television to work in Wichita, she had her application transferred from the Oklahoma City NWS office to the Wichita office so, hopefully, she could work for me.

By the time Vanessa had finished confessing, she was nearly sobbing. A combination of bewilderment and excitement coursed through my body. I took her in my arms and silently held her as I processed everything she'd just admitted.

"Are you creeped out?" Vanessa asked shyly, breaking the silence a couple minutes later.

"Na'," I said quickly. "Well maybe a little," I laughed. Vanessa smiled.

"Now it's my turn to confess to you," I started "I'm very attracted to you too... physically, intellectually, and emotionally... since the moment you walked into my office." Vanessa's face lit up. "When I accepted this job offer... I can't quite explain it... but there was something more than just the job that was calling me to leave New York and come halfway across the country. Now I know that it was you."

Vanessa hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately.

"But I gotta ask, how did you know all those things about me," I wondered out loud after our lips separated. "Like... you're right about Kimmy being my first but... how'd figure it out?" I asked

"I could tell by the way your face lit up when you said her name," Renee responded. "Then when you called her freak, you had this devilish look in your eyes.

"As for that Stacey woman... well the social media picture of the two of you at the restaurant was the first clue," Vanessa continued. "But I also could tell the way the two of you looked at each other and bantered back and forth on air. It's like you were sharing a secret. Then a few months ago I noticed a change. You were professional with each other but not intimate. Am I right?"

"You're spot on," I admitted. However, it would be a couple months before I told Renee about my swinging life style with Stacey. I paused then proceeded cautiously. "But I have to ask, when you say you 'imagined us doin' it', you mean you were.... uhhh... ya know..."

"You want to know if I was thinking about you and masturbating?" Vanessa asked slyly. I nodded. "Well lets just say I named my vibrator Timmy," she blushed. The two of us busted out laughing.

xxx

Vanessa and I spent the rest of the weekend getting to know each other personally and sexually. By the time Sunday arrived I felt a closeness with her emotionally and spiritually that I'd never felt with anyone before.

When I dropped Vanessa at Carie's apartment Sunday evening we had agreed that at work we would keep our new found relationship on the down low. There would be no public displays of affection that could possibly raise suspicion and be considered unprofessional fraternization between management and staff.

Well, that lasted about two days because Vanessa showed she had an unpredictable, adventurous streak. The following Tuesday I was on a video conference with other WCM's from the midwest region while Renee was under my desk sucking lovingly on my penis. A couple days later she dragged me into the women's room, dropped her pants and had me do her from behind. Despite the occasional indiscretion, none of the other personnel seemed to be any the wiser.

As the days and weeks progressed, and Vanessa and I carried on our surreptitious affair, the midwest was gripped with a stifling heat wave. Day after day the sun baked the great plains with temperatures reaching near triple digits. My team and I were on constant alert waiting for a cold front to blow in from Canada and create a severe storm.

To that point in the season we'd had a couple thunder storms roll through, but luckily no tornadoes were spawned. Unfortunately, those couple of storms did little to alleviate the oppressive heat. My feeling, and that of most of my colleagues at the NWS was that we were setting up for a major low pressure system to come through and cause havoc.

It was exactly five weeks to the day that Vanessa and I had made love for the first time that the atmospheric conditions for a major storm developed. My team and I spent the entire day checking the radar and observing the barometric pressure readings in the area. My office activated the warning system and alerted the media of a tornado watch between

7 p. m. and 9 p. m.

At the beginning of the season I had developed a rotating partner schedule for storm spotters with the idea that it would build teamwork and camaraderie rather than cliqueiness and discord within the ranks. A little more than a month into the season I was happy with how the schedule had been working. It just so happened that the schedule that day called for Vanessa and me to be teamed together in one of the three Doppler radar trucks that my NWS station had at its disposal.

At 5 p. m. I sent our non-radar spotters out to strategic positions in the region. At 5:30 p. m. I dispatched our three mobile Doppler radar trucks to their designated areas. Vanessa and I set up on the shoulder of the south bound I-135 Canal Route about seven-miles south of the city limits.

For nearly two-hours Vanessa and I were anxiously keeping an eye on the radar information as well as scanning the western horizon. Occasionally I checked in with the other storm trackers. We observed the low level jet stream increase, which is a usual daily occurrence during the spring and summer. On this day we noticed a significant pressure change between the cooler upper and warmer lower atmospheres which resulted in very strong winds to kick up.

Luckily the traffic on the interstate became increasingly sparse the closer it got to 7 p. m. It appeared many travelers had headed the weather service's warnings.

As it creeped closer to sun set and the the sky became eerily dark, we saw flashes of lightning followed by claps of thunder to our south west. Despite the steady precipitation Vanessa stood at the front of the truck looking to the south while I was at the back of the truck and was observing the northern-western horizon.

"Tim, funnel cloud approximately two miles to our south-west," Vanessa suddenly shouted. "Doesn't look like it touched down yet."

I ran to our video camera and focused it on the burgeoning tornado. The two of us looked on in awe at the powerful phenomena occurring in front of us. Then it touched down kicking up a cloud of debris. It wobbled slowly to and fro in an easterly direction. Just a few seconds elapsed before our trance broke and our training kicked in. Vanessa called out the coordinates and classified it as an F-2 (on a scale of F-1 thru F-5) as I typed the information into our computer system and called out the sighting over the radio. I then hurried over to Renee and stood by her side.

Tornadoes tend to be spawned at the tail end of thunder storms and often sunlight can be seen behind them. Such was the case with this storm. Vanessa and I looked on in amazement at the frighteningly-beautiful sight as the last strands of daylight backlit the funnel cloud and the destruction it was leaving in its wake.

"Tim, am I seeing things or did that bastard just shift in our direction and pick up speed?" Vanessa asked with concern in her voice.

She was right. A quick northern direction change usually means the tornado will peter out. However in this case It was about a mile away and bearing down on us. The gusts were picking up and we were being showered with small particles of debris. I quickly adjusted the camera, then entered the information into our data system and radioed the new coordinates.

Past history had taught storm trackers that the last place you want to be during a tornado is in a vehicle. Protocol was to find the nearest gully or ditch, lay face down and cover your head. "And kiss your ass good bye!" was always the subsequent joke. However, nobody ever laughed.

"Follow me!" I yelled over the roar of the nearing tornado and reached for Vanessa. She nodded, grabbed my hand and the two of us ran down the bank of the canal separating the north and south lanes of the interstate. Luckily the gully was essentially dry because of the recent drought, although muddy due to the current storm.

Once we reached the canal bed I immediately laid down and covered my head. I assumed Vanessa would do the same. When after a few seconds I realized she wasn't next to me I turned onto my back and looked up. To my utter surprise Vanessa had undone her shorts and was pulling them and her panties over her work boots.

"Vanessa what the fuck are ya doin'!" I screamed into the steady rain and whipping wind. The ground shook like a runaway locomotive was barreling towards us.

"If this is gonna be my last day on earth, I'm gonna go out making love to you!" she yelled back. Before I could respond Vanessa unzipped and pulled off her rain jacket, then lunged at me, her hands going straight to the waist band of my shorts. Who was I to argue. Instead I slid my ass off the muddy ground and allowed her to pull my pants off.

Next thing I knew Vanessa's warm mouth was sucking my cock frantically while she took my balls in her wet hand. Despite the impending doom, or maybe because of it, I'm not really sure which, my dick immediately became erect. She then pushed me onto my back into the muck and straddled my lap. Urgently she grabbed my cock and guided it inside her tight warm hole.

Even though the rain pelted my face, I gazed burningly into Vanessa's eyes. She stared back at me and it felt as though we entered into our own world. My senses were focused entirely on her as she braced her hands on my rain slicker covered chest and shoved her vagina down on me. Her hair was whipping in the wind as she began corkscrewing her crotch counter clockwise on my penis. I'll be damned if she wasn't rotating her hips in the same direction a tornado spins.

Rapidly the vortex created by her love canal brought me closer towards climax as the friction between our genitals increased. Unable to hold out any longer I pulled Renee onto my chest thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time my seed was sucked into her womb by her continued gyrations. A mere moment later she bit down on my lip, ground her vagina forcefully against my penis and shook in climax. Physically and emotionally spent, we laid in each other's arms on the muddy canal floor.

"Do you hear that?" Vanessa finally said, lifting her head slightly. Quite honestly the only thing I heard or felt at that moment was the combined pounding of our hearts.

"I don't hear anything!" I finally replied.

"That's my point," Vanessa countered. "The rain and wind have stopped. I think the tornado dissipated."

She was right. I looked to the heavens and saw the purplish hue caused by the setting sun. Gradually we uncoupled, found our discarded wet, slime covered shorts, got dressed and made our way back up the embankment.

Upon reaching the highway we found the radar truck unharmed. I looked west and in the final rays of sunlight saw that the tornado destruction had ceased less than the length of a football field from our position. I estimated we were within seconds of being swept up in the tornadoes grasp. I was just about to say that to Vanessa when she yelled, "Oh my God, Tim look!"

I quickly turned to my left towards a hedgerow Vanessa was pointing at. To my amazement I saw a beautiful Monarch Butterfly perched on the shrubbery.

Epilogue

A total of three tornadoes touched down in the greater Wichita area that day. My team and I were lauded for our work. Although there was millions of dollars in property damage, there was no loss of life or major injuries sustained due to our tracking and reporting. I was proud, but as far as I was concerned we just did our job.

Fourteen-months later Vanessa and I would be married in an intimate wedding on her family farm. A year later she had a patten-pending on a new storm tracking software that would revolutionize the industry. Two years after that I would be promoted to NWS station manager in the OKC region. Vanessa and I would go on to have a son and a two-daughters.

As I look back on my life there is nothing I would change about it. Everything happened for a reason and led me to Vanessa. My early years dealing with the Derrick's of the world caused me some adolescent suffering and shyness. Thanks to supportive professors and people like Kimmy, Dee Dee, Pam and the other women I met before Vanessa, I learned confidence and the ability to stand up for myself. As I saw my children encounter some of the same things I did growing up, I was sure to instill the traits of conviction and self reliance that their mother and I had used to achieve our goals.

The End