Ian's Adventure Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Ian's Adventure Pt. 06

... no sooner did I sit down, when Yvonne turned to me.

"Just in time!" Yvonne said, holding up the empty margarita pitcher. "Go make us another!"

Still, being in paradise with three beautiful women wasn't a bad thing was it?

Until it was.

Just like a movie, no sooner did I return from making another pitcher of margaritas when the a hurricane hit us. Well, I call it a hurricane as the rain was a solid sheet of water, and any sort of heavy rain was the apocalyptic end of the world for a native Californian. I think they called it a tropical storm, one step removed from full blown hurricane. Whatever it was, it was still far more rain than I had ever seen. We rushed back to the main house, shouting and laughing all the way.

Moments after we reached safety, the power went out. Just several drops of water and a gust of wind was all it took. From what we could tell from before we lost cell service completely was that a major transformer somewhere miles away had blown, leaving a good portion of the island without power. Everything was down, including land lines so calling for help was out of the question. Power would slowly be restored, but since most of the island's infrastructure was antiquated, everything had to be done by hand. Priority was given to hospitals and emergency services, essential businesses would be next, and way down the pecking order, remote private residences. Normally, it could take days to have the power back, but the storm was much stronger than ...

... expected, and it could take even longer as roads were being washed out and threat of landslides in the surrounding mountains was very real.

And then we lost service completely, each of us staring at the 'no service' screens on our phones.

Resigned, we took stock of what we had, and quickly searched the house and surrounding buildings. Lost power must have been a problem in the past, as I found an unlocked shed with a massive military surplus generator powerful enough to run a small town, but the diesel tank was empty and rusty.

We discussed returning to the hotel, but in the end, decided against it. The hotel was overbooked and there wasn't any guarantee that we could even get a room, and there was a good chance the power could be out there as well. The beach house had plenty of provisions, and a lot of ice in the over insulated reefer, so we would be fine for several days, and it was hoped power would be restored sooner rather than later.

Determined to make the best of it, we changed into dry clothes and settled in for our stay.

With the full brunt of the storm bearing down on us, none of us dared to sleep. Nervously, we sat in the living room, watching the storm through the large windows in the living room. It was like a watching a super high definition television, illuminated only when lightning punched through the darkness. The storm was unrelenting, but the little beach house bore the brunt of the storm pretty well, though there were creaking noises from the ...