"This is a special report on the Hurricane Bertha. Evacuation orders have been issued for the panhandle coast of Florida, from Panama City up to Pensacola. People have already started leaving Panama City in droves. Please take some advice and drive carefully. Be aware of others trying to get out just as much as you do. We will have further updates as they come"
Carol Thatcher groaned as she listened to the report. Her first duty was to her family which she promptly called, and told to get going and she would meet them later at the pre-chosen spot. She had to make sure that the residents of the hotel were taken care of and on their way out of town as well. This was the worst hurricane in history to hit Panama City and she didn't want to be there when it happened. Thomas the handyman fought his way into the door as the wind pounded his body. He was looking none to pleased and Carol wondered what it was this time.
"Holy hell Carol," Thomas said slightly irritated which was to be expected with the conditions. He was shivering and it was strange to see such from a large redneck like him.
"What's wrong now Thomas?" Carol asked as she tried to get things in the office settled so she could leave.
"Number 25 won't leave, she is terrified, and she won't open the door for me." Thomas looked at Carol and still with everything going on, he still had time to admire that body of hers. He had always wanted to try her on for size, but he knew her husband would have killed him. He was bigger than her husband was but he knew he had no chance against a gun. Still he could look, and look; he did, starting from the top.
"I will take care of it; you better get going home to your wife and get out of town. I will see you when it is all over with." Carol closed the office door and locked it after they both stepped outside. The wind was pounding her small frame mercilessly and she had to hold onto the walls and pillars in order to get to number 25. She turned to see Thomas drive away carefully then turned back to knock on the door of 25.
The door opened with one hell of a tall woman taking up most of the doorway. Her short cropped black hair tousled on her head, steamy gray eyes looking at Carol as she waited for her to say something. However, Carol was too busy looking this woman over. Her eyes scanning over her slightly masculine yet still feminine face. Her full lips just begging to be touched, Carol almost reached out. Her eyes went down the woman's body almost too slow as her eyes curved over each inch of the tall woman. Her breasts small but enough to enjoy and grab a hold of, her waist small yet strong, flowing all down into the longest pair of legs she had ever seen. Carol shook her head mentally. How did this woman make her feel like she was walking in quicksand every time she was near her? After all, she was straight and she loved her husband very much.
"Terry, you need to leave the area, they have ordered an evacuation. Come on and I will give you a ride with me." Carol stated and turned as though Terry would follow her without question. Boy was she surprised when instead she felt a strong demanding hand grab her elbow and pull her into the room.
"Can't let you go out in that Mrs. Thatcher" Terry said as she pulled the smaller woman into the room. "I was just watching the news. They have closed everything down. It is too dangerous to leave here now. If you can get a call out, I would say try calling your husband and tell him we will be here. This hotel is strong enough to take a beating... I hope."
Carol just blinked rapidly as her eyes went to the TV and saw that what she had said was true. She was trapped there without her husband and the rest of the family. What if something happened? She pulled out her cell phone and made the call to her husband. In the meanwhile, Terry took her time looking Carol over. She could never get enough of that sport. The small woman stood maybe 5 foot if she was lucky, with the most wonderful dark blonde hair piled atop her head so professional like. Terry longed to reach out for it and found herself doing just that as Carol hung up her cell phone. Terry pulled out one pin that sent the long soft hair cascading down over her shoulders. Terry couldn't help it any longer, the eyes that turned to her, filled with lust she was sure she saw, sent her into action. She grabbed Carol by her shoulders and pulled her small body against hers. It was so soft, so curvy as she looked down into Carol's eyes.
"If you don't want this tell me now." Terry said huskily. Her passion was building and she didn't know how much longer she could control it.
All Carol could do was whimper and nod her head as she pressed her body into Terry's making it very clear she didn't want her to stop. Her hands slid up behind Terry's back and her fingers were already busy pulling the taller woman's shirt out of her jeans. Her need to feel her, be close to her, touch her was overwhelming and she didn't know what to do with herself.
Terry took care of that though. As soon as she got the right answer, her mouth lowered to cover Carols. Her tongue pushed against her lips forcing them open as she invaded Carol's mouth searching and exploring. Her hands were sliding down along Carols back and over her ass; she lifted her so easily and carried her to the bed only a few feet away. The sexual tension in the room was so thick and was now about to be cut into with a vengeance.
The wind outside pounded against the wood that covered the windows. The loud crashes of furniture and other debris being thrown against the building were making the small room seem like a prison. The urgency to get what they wanted and quickly were biting at the back of their minds. The two women fell to the bed with lust in full force. Carol was already ripping Terry's shirt to shreds as her need to touch this woman built to uncontrollable levels. Terry couldn't take any more delays as she fought with Carol's business clothes and reached down into her boot to slide out her blade. When Carol saw it, her eyes lit up and the reaction stirred more feelings inside Terry than she ever thought she could ever feel. The blade went under the clothing. The cool steel caressing tender flesh as the deadly edge made short work of the fabric separating the two of them. It didn't take long and soon they were flesh against flesh.