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.
"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 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 an 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 Vanessa.
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 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 Vanessa 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.
