Ben Roberts leaned into the howling wind as he walked down the windswept beach. First day of holidays and a hurricane is approaching! Not that he minded, he quite liked the wild weather and at 18 years he was the only teen in a three family holiday. Although it was the middle of the afternoon it was almost dark, the angry clouds black, heavy and threatening as they folded on each other.
He was about to return home when he saw a shape break from the groin ahead and move. Even at a distance he could appreciate the young, shapely female body when suddenly her beach hat flew from her head and was carried off in the wind. He watched her frustrated lunge and the sag of her body as she realised it was gone forever.
The hat hit the sand and started cartwheeling its way towards him. He quickly ran to try and intercept the hat, sprinting across its path before diving full length to grasp it. Wiping the sand from his body and with the trophy in hand he walked towards the girl. As he got closer he realised she was older than he first thought. Mid 20's perhaps, very pretty face with long brown hair that hung to her shoulder blades although at that moment simply a tangle being whipped by the wind; she had a teen's slim body and full breasts covered by a thin T shirt.
"Thank you," she said smiling at him and turned as he pointed over her shoulder.
"Christ, we're going to get drenched," he said looking past her at the sudden torrential rain burst bearing down on them.
"Oh god," she said as she turned to look. "Quickly, this is my place," she said indicating the house in the sand-hills further up the beach and they started to run. But they were only half way there when a torrent of rain fell on them. They were absolutely soaked, the rain so heavy they could only see 10 yards in front of them.
Suddenly Ben burst out laughing. He reached out and took her hand slowing to a walk.
"Hahaha" he laughed uncontrollably. "We're absolutely drenched, we can't get any wetter so what are we running for?" he cackled.
His laughter was infectious and Deb found herself laughing with him. It was the first time she had laughed in a long time.
He was still laughing as they climbed the steps to her veranda.
"Bloody hell, I've never been so wet," he laughed. "It's like being in a wet T shirt contest," he laughed looking at Deb then quickly cringed as he realised his gaff.
Deb stiffened momentarily. "Oh my god,' she muttered as she looked down at herself; her T shirt virtually transparent and clinging to her full breasts and body left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were drawn to the dark colour of her areolas, visible through the wet cloth and her nipples showing as tight and prominent little buds.
"My god," she muttered again trying to loosen the cloth but only succeeded in highlighting the shape of her breasts.
She gave a shrug. "Well, the audience would probably boo me off the stage anyway," she said with a resigned smile. "Anyway, when I woke up this morning I didn't expect to be standing here discussing the merits of my boobs with a complete stranger," she said looking at him.
His embarrassment was obvious as he shuffled his feet and stuttered. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean ... I mean, I think you look beautiful. Oh god, I mean ..."
Deb smiled, she was touched by his shyness and at his obvious embarrassment. She stopped him as she put a hand on his arm.
She gave a small laugh. "Enough, we need to change out of these wet clothes before we catch a chill. Come inside and I'll give you a pair of my husband's shorts and a shirt to wear. He was a bit bigger than you but it will just be a loose fit."
They introduced themselves and 10 minutes later they had both changed into dry clothes. The rain had ceased temporarily but the wind had increased dramatically, Ben was alarmed at the sound of banging outside the house.
"Pardon me for asking," he said with a note of concern in his voice. "But have you and your husband made any preparations for the hurricane that's coming?"
"Hurricane? I didn't know, I don't listen to the news much since Mickey..." she paused and took a deep breath before continuing in a subdued voice, "my husband, since Mickey passed away. Is it serious?"
"Yes it is, very serious. Look... ah... my family are holidaying in a house just up the beach. If you want I can check outside and look at what needs to be done in the house for you or I can get out of your way and leave you to it. I'm cool either way but someone has to batten down now," he said with a sense of urgency.
Deb was a bit uncertain but as the house rattled to a gust of wind she thought it best to take him up on the offer. Ben called his mother and advised her of his whereablouts.
There was a lot to do: shutters, some loose, pots, loose material, it was dark when Ben was satisfied. Then he went indoors looking for emergency equipment.
"What's that?" he inquired as they went into the garage pointing at a car under a tarpaulin.
"Oh Micky's pride and joy. He was restoring an old 50's Cadillac. But..." she said with a resigned shrug of her shoulders.
They didn't have time to continue. He found the generator, started it up to make sure it was in working order. Found a chain saw, torch and other equipment she might need then laid it all out so they could find it in an emergency.
Suddenly the lights flickered and the house rattled as it was battered by a heavy wind gust. "Bloody hell," he muttered as he looked at Deb. She couldn't hide the worried look on her face. He was uncertain what to do.
"Mrs Regan, look I'm concerned for your safety. Whilst I've secured most things I can't just walk away and leave you here alone. This is a real hurricane, anything could happen. I can't just leave you here alone, is there someone else?"
"No. I'm not leaving my home, I will be alright," she said uncertainly.
