The perfect storm-chaser, a beautiful beginning.
A story inspired by a very beautiful young lady, with her permission.
This story is quite long, and it builds up, I got carried away with my thoughts and fantasies as I was writing, I do plan on continuing the story, so I have made this part 1. My inspiration had opened many fantasies in my mind.
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Hi, my name is Paul, I am 57 and an amateur photographer, mostly nature scenes and landscapes are what I have interest in, though I do venture out into other aspects of photography.
My story starts during a storm chasing trip with a young coed that I have had quite a few chasing sessions with. Her name is Jill, she is 20 and a meteorology student at the local university. Jill usually will call on me to be her photographer and travel companion when a big storm is expected. The following is a story of our most recent chase.
We had been out since the early hours of sunrise chasing a magnificent storm, we had traveled a few hundred miles from our home base, Jill was totally excited as usual when storms are in the picture. After hours of chasing and getting some great pictures, at one point we were within a few blocks of the main storm, and some outrageous dust devils had swirled around our vehicle, I had gotten some great pictures and Jill had gotten some very good data for her upcoming finals.
We were sitting in the car talking about the storm, the exhilaration on her face and in her voice made my mind wander a bit to thoughts of her excitement of storms, almost as if she was sexually aroused by the power the storms contained.
Now Jill is a very beautiful young lady, tall, 5'8" and a very athletically tight body and very perky breasts, (yes, I have spent many hours admiring her young body). I, on the other hand, am a 57 year old guy with white hair, a bit of a pot belly and far from in shape. But a man has to have his fantasies, and let me tell you, Jill has got to be the fantasy of any man that she crosses paths with.
"Paul, it is almost midnight, I think we should get hotel rooms for the night," she said.
"Sounds great Jill, though I am still very wide awake after this adventure," I told her.
Smiling she agreed that she was also still very much wired up from the day.
Jill started the car and we headed down the road in search of lodging for the night. As she was driving and reliving out loud all the magnificent beauty of the storm we had just chased, seeing the glow on her cheeks and hearing the excitement in her voice, I had to take some pictures. God, what a beauty she is, with her hair all tangled and dusty, so I started snapping away, actually taking pictures she was aware of, not like the numerous private pictures I have taken over the last couple years of her in unsuspecting poses. Those were the pictures in my private collection hidden away in my nightstand for my nights of fantasy.
"Paul, stop, I look horrible," she said.
"Jill," I said, "there is never a moment that you are not a beautiful vision of perfection."
As we headed down the road, a motel 6 sign appeared in view. So we headed in that direction, pulled into the parking lot, I was ready to get out and get our rooms when she said, "wait, you know I like to pay my own way." So I walked to her side of the car and opened her door for her to accompany me to the desk.
"Hello," I said to the desk man, would you happen to have two adjoining rooms?"
We paid for our rooms and got the keys. Heading back to the care to get out things, we walked to our rooms. I waited while Jill opened her door and checked the room, then went next door to my room. I had just put my camera gear on the table and was browsing the most recent pictures I had taken of Jill, when I heard a light tap on the adjoining door.
