faint
scent of an old fashioned perfume permeated through the more
unpleasant smell from restaurant work.
Whether Stormy noticed her looking at her lips
or whether it was her plan all along, the young girl shifted and
pressed those exquisite lips against Joy's own, her tongue forcing
its way into Joy's mouth, urgently conveying the taboo desire.
For a moment, Joy was lost in a memory. Quite
suddenly, she was in college with her roommate and they have drunk
way too much Jagger. She has passed out and regained consciousness
to see her friend and roomie, Jan, sitting beside her, caressing
her breasts. Jan had opened her blouse and was now gently licking
her nipples, which were beginning to stiffen, standing at full
attention. They were kissing, too, in between all the licking going
on. Their tongues were playfully flicking each other -- first,
gently, and then later, more urgently. This went on while Jan's
fingers kneaded her breasts, luscious and full. Jan is gently
squeezing her sensitive nipples.
Joy had to put a stop to the experience when
Jan's hand left her chest and descended south, tugging at her
jean's snaps. She could not, however, deny the pleasurable
sensations the experience brings.
The next day they laughed the incident off and
chalked it up as one of those drunken-schoolgirl experiments and
both vowed that it should never happened again. After all, Joy was
friends with Jan and Jan's girlfriend. She even visits every year,
for a week, in California where they lived.
Brought back to the present, Joy broke away from
Stormy with mock modesty, trying her best to diffuse the situation.
With a smile she pulled back asking "how did you get a name like
Stormy?"
Stormy couldn't hide her disappointment and
obvious desire. "That's not really my name, no. It's really
Mildred, but come on, do I look a Mildred?"
Joy smiled and said" Hell no, but where did
Stormy come from?"
"My mother calls me Stormy. She says wherever I
go, a storm follows. Not sure she means the weather but hell, I
just got to Key West and here's a hurricane, right?"
Joy laughed, leaned over and gently kissed
Stormy's cheek. "I hope we can get to know each other better,
sometime. But not here and not now, okay? I got a lot on my mind
and it just wouldn't be fair."
If one were observant, one would see the
emotions playing across Stormy's expressions. Disappointment,
rejection, desire, hope and embarrassment seem to cycle through her
in the course of several seconds. Finally, it appears as though she
settled on hope and smiled weakly. "I guess it'll have to be,
right?"
She returned a perfunctory peck on Joy's check
and then, not receiving a rejection, proceeded to kiss her, this
time without tongue action. "Call me if you need or want anything."
Joy experienced a pleasant tingle in her breasts and down below as
she watched Stormy bound away, down the stairs leaving her alone
once again.
Meanwhile, out at sea the storm was picking up
energy as it meandered towards the Florida Keys. It has been said
that hurricanes followed their own path, and danced their own
dance. Forecasters could generally pick a direction, but the storm
traveled forward, retreated, or sat still, gathering strength until
it decided to strike land. This particular storm appears to have
been stalled about three miles off the Florida coast. It appears to
be bidding its time, gathering force so that when it hits land,
it'll destroy everything that gets in its way.
Joy sat alone on the upper deck sipping her
drink, looking out into a starless, moonless night with the sea
beginning to stir and churn out huge waves.
On the deck, the weather was breezy, windy but
thankfully, dry. It seems that all of the air's moisture was being
sucked into the developing maelstrom off the coast. Joy's mind was
starting to relax as she sipped the strong beverage she had with
her. Thoughts and emotions shifted within her. In the end, she
realized that she was tired from her boring shift, tired of
fighting
scent of an old fashioned perfume permeated through the more
unpleasant smell from restaurant work.
Whether Stormy noticed her looking at her lips
or whether it was her plan all along, the young girl shifted and
pressed those exquisite lips against Joy's own, her tongue forcing
its way into Joy's mouth, urgently conveying the taboo desire.
For a moment, Joy was lost in a memory. Quite
suddenly, she was in college with her roommate and they have drunk
way too much Jagger. She has passed out and regained consciousness
to see her friend and roomie, Jan, sitting beside her, caressing
her breasts. Jan had opened her blouse and was now gently licking
her nipples, which were beginning to stiffen, standing at full
attention. They were kissing, too, in between all the licking going
on. Their tongues were playfully flicking each other -- first,
gently, and then later, more urgently. This went on while Jan's
fingers kneaded her breasts, luscious and full. Jan is gently
squeezing her sensitive nipples.
Joy had to put a stop to the experience when
Jan's hand left her chest and descended south, tugging at her
jean's snaps. She could not, however, deny the pleasurable
sensations the experience brings.
The next day they laughed the incident off and
chalked it up as one of those drunken-schoolgirl experiments and
both vowed that it should never happened again. After all, Joy was
friends with Jan and Jan's girlfriend. She even visits every year,
for a week, in California where they lived.
Brought back to the present, Joy broke away from
Stormy with mock modesty, trying her best to diffuse the situation.
With a smile she pulled back asking "how did you get a name like
Stormy?"
Stormy couldn't hide her disappointment and
obvious desire. "That's not really my name, no. It's really
Mildred, but come on, do I look a Mildred?"
Joy smiled and said" Hell no, but where did
Stormy come from?"
"My mother calls me Stormy. She says wherever I
go, a storm follows. Not sure she means the weather but hell, I
just got to Key West and here's a hurricane, right?"
Joy laughed, leaned over and gently kissed
Stormy's cheek. "I hope we can get to know each other better,
sometime. But not here and not now, okay? I got a lot on my mind
and it just wouldn't be fair."
If one were observant, one would see the
emotions playing across Stormy's expressions. Disappointment,
rejection, desire, hope and embarrassment seem to cycle through her
in the course of several seconds. Finally, it appears as though she
settled on hope and smiled weakly. "I guess it'll have to be,
right?"
She returned a perfunctory peck on Joy's check
and then, not receiving a rejection, proceeded to kiss her, this
time without tongue action. "Call me if you need or want anything."
Joy experienced a pleasant tingle in her breasts and down below as
she watched Stormy bound away, down the stairs leaving her alone
once again.
Meanwhile, out at sea the storm was picking up
energy as it meandered towards the Florida Keys. It has been said
that hurricanes followed their own path, and danced their own
dance. Forecasters could generally pick a direction, but the storm
traveled forward, retreated, or sat still, gathering strength until
it decided to strike land. This particular storm appears to have
been stalled about three miles off the Florida coast. It appears to
be bidding its time, gathering force so that when it hits land,
it'll destroy everything that gets in its way.
Joy sat alone on the upper deck sipping her
drink, looking out into a starless, moonless night with the sea
beginning to stir and churn out huge waves.
On the deck, the weather was breezy, windy but
thankfully, dry. It seems that all of the air's moisture was being
sucked into the developing maelstrom off the coast. Joy's mind was
starting to relax as she sipped the strong beverage she had with
her. Thoughts and emotions shifted within her. In the end, she
realized that she was tired from her boring shift, tired of
fighting
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