This is a resubmission of the final story in a five part series about a shy college geek turned confident stud. I corrected the multiple mistakes I made to the name of the main female character. Thank you to those who read my first submission and were able to look past my errors but still enjoyed the story and gave it a good score. I vow to not make such egregious mistakes in future submissions.
Again, this story 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, 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 thought 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 Vanessa 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 Vanessa's 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 Pa, step ma and two younger half-brothers. The weather plays a big part in our daily routine. Everything we do is centered around the seasons and accompanying weather. My Pa 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 Pa 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 jet engine was roaring above 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 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. Vanessa 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.
