Storm Rider - Sex Stories

Storm Rider

She jumped with a start and screamed out loud when thunder crashed a mere hundred feet above the roof of her restaurant. Then she laughed at herself for still being scared of thunder and lightning. Her bulldog barked and walked towards the wind battered door. The restaurant was empty. The storm had kept the tourists on the island, indoors, in the safety of their hotel rooms. It was a freak storm and wasn't going to last long, according to the weather reports. Her bulldog made his way to the window and jumped to put his paws on the sill. He sniffed the glass and looked out to the ocean. He spotted something making its way towards the restaurant and barked. "Flower of the Caribbean, my fucking ass," I grumbled under my breath as I struggled to walk against the howling wind and driving rain. I spotted a dwelling through my stinging, wind and rain battered eyes. A light flickered in one of the windows. The power was out; someone had to have lit the candle. I continued towards the dwelling, against the howling wind and rain. In hopes of taking shelter there till the storm passed. Her bulldog barked louder and wagged his stubby tail in excitement as I got closer. She walked to her dog and looked to see what he was barking at. She saw a tall figure struggling to walk against the wind and rain towards her restaurant. "Fucking tourists," she whispered under her breath and ran behind the bar to grab a flashlight. She ran back to the window, shushed her dog and turned the flashlight ...

... on and off, in hopes that the stranger would see it and make his way towards the beacon. I saw the light and raised my arms, letting whoever was signaling me know that I was making my way to them. She ran upstairs and grabbed a few towels, so that the stranger could dry off when he arrived. When she got back to the window I was twenty feet away from the entrance. She squinted and wiped the condensation off the window to get a better look at me. My white t-shirt and shorts made it appear as if I was cutting my way through the near black skies and water. "Strom Rider," she smiled and whispered to herself as she watched me power my way through the storm towards her. I made it to the restaurant's front door; she quickly opened it and shouted at me to get inside. Her bulldog barked and ran behind the bar. "Foolish white boy!" she scolded me in what sounded like a Creole accent as she handed me a towel. "Thank you," I said to her as I dried my face. She was dressed in a skimpy yellow bikini top and baggy yellow shorts, that covered the top half of her shapely thighs. "For the towel or for calling you foolish?" she smiled. "Don't thank me, thank my dog. He spotted you walking in the storm." "Thanks to you both," I smiled. "I have no food, the power is out and I cook everything fresh here," she informed me in an almost apologetic tone. I laughed and replied, "I've only been in the storm for five minutes." "What possibly could have possessed you to be out there? I'm sure the hotel ...