While pacific hurricanes rarely come on shore and almost never in the US, usually the steering currents force them on shore on the Baja Peninsula or steer them off into the pacific, it can happen. The cooler water streaming down the coastal currents will degrade the severity of the hurricane, slowing the winds, decreasing the rainfall but, depending on the strength to begin with, the effects of the hurricane can still be severe. John was pondering just those effects and was hoping that the hurricane would decrease and be a non-issue. On the other hand even if it dropped to a category 1 hurricane, 95 mile an hour winds are nothing to play with.
John watched the news sitting on the couch with Laurie, thinking about what else he could do to protect his house. The shutters were closed, the marina as buttoned up as he could make it, all the patio furniture was put away. He had nothing to do but sit and wait. He hated being reactionary and preferred to take charge of the battle, to be proactive.
Laurie looked at John. "I can't believe this. Just when I was getting to be happy, something like this comes along and blows it all away. Why?"
John knew it was a rhetorical question, but felt compelled to answer her anyway, to say something reassuring. "Laurie, its going to be ok. Does the house really matter? The only thing I couldn't replace is you and I promise you'll be safe."
The outer bands of the storm were buffeting in from time to time. The winds announced their arrival and the sound of the rain smashing on the side of the house confirmed their menace. Laurie hugged John's arm as a particularly strong gust of wind shook the shutters.
"I've gotta go tighten that down Laurie... I'll be right back."
Laurie felt a chill as John rose and walked into the den to fight with the offending shutter. She knew it wasn't just from having the warmth of John removed from her side. She rose and watched as John struggled with the shutter, closing the latch tightly and then standing there to watch as the next gust of wind came in. The shutter stood quiet now, succumbing to John's will, except for the wind that came whistling through the small gaps.
"John, I'm scared."
"I know sweetheart, we'll be ok. Tonight there's just some of the outer storms rolling through, tomorrow the real storm gets here, but from what they're saying the storm will be less by then."
John closed the window and led Laurie up the stair to the master suite. He sat down in his T shirt and shorts, soccer shorts with a draw string and she pulled her new and slightly starchy robe closed as she settled on the couch next to John. John leaned over and rested his head on Laurie's shoulder, whispering into her hair as he nuzzled her neck.
"Laurie, I love you... I really do love you..."
Laurie felt protected in his embrace and held him tightly. She loved this man so much, loved the way he handled himself, loved the way he always tried to protect her, loved his smell, the feel of his arms, the depth of his passion.
"John, please don't let anything happen, please..."
"Shh baby... everything's going to be ok... Relax, rest."
Laurie lay her head down on his lap and rolled onto her side, watching the TV as his hands kneeded the muscles of her shoulders.
"You're so tense sweets..." His caresses became a massage as he rubbed her shoulders, running down the fabric of her robe to her back, seeking out the tight strands of muscles and rubbing them into submission. Laurie could feel the fear leave her body as the relaxation poured in and succumbed to his wishes. Her eyes closed slowly and she drifted into an uneasy sleep, her arm draped over John's leg.
John watched her drift off, her beautiful eyes slowly being hidden by eyelids with visible weight. They closed slowly and John sat and watched her sleep by the dim light of the TV.
He didn't remember a conscious decision but found his hand sliding down her chest, grasping her breast, running lightly over the skin under her robe and light summer night shirt. He felt her nipple harden under his attention, her skin so soft as to be almost unbelievable. He pulled his hand back as soon as he realized what he was doing. Here he was waiting for a hurricane to come through, something that never happened, with his... well, girlfriend, who was terrified and he was caressing her, or if she wasn't awake was it molesting her?
He adjusted slightly to give his growing member room and her hand slid down to his arm and pulled his hand back to her chest in her sleep holding it close to her. He couldn't help it, the weight of her breast was something that fascinated him, the reactive nipple was something he just couldn't leave alone. God! This woman had gotten to him in a way he didn't think was possible.
"hmm..." quietly through her slumber, she rolled over to lay on her back. His hand separating the robe as it slid down over her stomach. He felt so guilty but couldn't stop himself. This girl created so much desire in him, even in her sleep. He loved to make her feel good and just couldn't stop himself. His hand found the hem of her night shirt at mid thigh and slowly slid up under the fabric, bunching the material as his hand slip upwards. He gently allowed his hand to trace her, feeling the tight compactness of her lips held tightly by the silky panties she wore. He loved the feel of her, knowing he was feeling what she felt like before any excitement, before the changes that occurred as her body prepared itself for sex.
Her pussy was firm, the sparse hair there tightly packed, her legs slightly spread, one knee bent, the other leg was laying on top of it. John slowly rubbed her where he thought her clit would be and felt it grow to life under his fingers. He traced slight circles and her legs fell farther apart and his fingers felt the first drop of moisture seep between her rapidly swelling lips. He used the moisture to coat her clit as he made gentle circles, worrying her clit back and forth just enough pressure to feel the shaft move slightly from side to side.
"hmm..." Laurie seemed to be still sleeping. He hoped she was dreaming of him as his finger tip dipped lower, her lips separating under his touch. He felt her opening and slid the finger tip in slightly, feeling her growing moisture of need. His finger slid deeper, a second finger joining, moving slowly as she roused, her breathing patterns accelerating, her hips beginning to pump slowly, moving in a quiet, erotic dance of lust on the couch.
His fingers found the fleshy spot inside and began to do the come here flutters on her special spot inside, the angle of his arm pressing his palm against her, caressing her clit with the subtle movements of the tendons of his fingers. He lost the sense of sight as his entire world came down to the feelings of her inner walls, the movement of her body the quiet sounds she made, a low groan of appreciation. He was startled out of his reverie as she groaned.
"John... what are you doing?" A feeling of shame came over him and he began to withdraw his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down forcing his fingers back into her moist tunnel. "Oh god John, don't stop... I said you could do anything, anytime... and it feels soo good."
John looked down at her, her angelic face, her nose scrunching up as her hips increased their movement, the fine chin, regal neck as her head pressed back into his lap. Her breasts forced outward and John saw the hardened nipple through her shirt, the robe falling to either side of her body.
"Oh, John... please... please... I'm going to... ohh I going to cum..."
John felt the gathering moisture between his fingers as he once again initiated the caressing of her spot, juices pooling deep inside of her. Her hips were moving, impaling herself on his fingers as he continued to increase the pressure inside, pressing his palm tightly against her mound to massage her entire pussy and with it moving her clit back and forth.
He felt the pressure of her head increase in his lap, subtle tingles emanating from his hard cock as she pressed against it, her shoulders lifting, breasts thrust out, pressing her clit harder against his hand. He watched as her body froze, her ass lifted from the couch thrusting her pussy on his fingers to the maximum possible, chasing the tingles of her impending orgasm. She shuddered, her body dropped and he felt her inner walls implode on his fingers, the forewall of her pussy pushing against his fingers, forcing the fluid of her orgasm to pool in his hand. Her body shuddered, relaxed and shuddered again as she came violently.
Her mouth was open, sucking air in as fast as she could, her chest colored with the sensation, as she pulled on her breasts, tweaking her nipple through the soft cotton, pulling the collar of the night shirt lower, exposing the slight freckles between her breasts.
