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The Storm (Kelly Addams)


The Storm by Kelly Addams

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Anna is home alone during a storm, her step-father should have been home hours before and she is growing worried, the power cuts and she is in darkness, she has to find him, she has to walk into the storm... at least as far as the road, just in case there is some news. But Anna never reaches the road, she finds her step-father drenched and freezing, she has to get him home, and dry, and warm... but things don't work out exactly as she expects when she starts to rub him dry!

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 10 / 2017

No. words: 5040

Style: Open Minded Erotica - Step-Parents, Open Minded Erotica

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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“Anna!” she heard a weak voice gasp.
“Oh Thank God!” she squealed and instantly rushed forward into his arm, but rather than draw comfort from his strong embrace she found herself supporting his weight as he staggered forward.
He was stumbling and weak, his whole body shook uncontrollably and in an instant she understood, he had been caught in the storm, he must have been walking for some reason… and dressed in only light pants and short sleeved summer shirt his body temperature had swiftly dropped.
“Oh no!” she groaned as he sagged against her trembling, “Let me get you into the warm.” He stumbled and dropped to his knees, Anna fought to get him back to his feet again. “Grab hold of me,” she gasped as she struggled to lift his bulk, “Get your arm around my shoulder then lean on me… we've got to get inside!”
Weakly his arm flopped over her shoulder to dangle limply, Anna lifted and he began to slip. “Grab me!” she groaned as she bore his weight. Numb fingers closed on her t-shirt, Anna gasped as she felt the pressure on her breast. “Hold on tight,” she groaned as she stumbled forward a step, “Don't let go!” Again his fingers gathered a bundle of soaking fabric and gripped, Anna felt her t-shirt lifting but that didn't matter, with something to hold on to his balance was improved. Another couple of faltering steps and he began to slip again. “Hold on,” she cried, “Please.” His fingers flinched as he straightened slightly, then he gripped again and Anna winced as powerful fingers closed on her naked breast. He's so numb he can't feel what he's doing she told herself as mixed emotions rushed through her mind, what was happening was taboo, yet skin against skin was providing a better grip.
“Hold on tight!” she repeated softly as she took another heavy step back toward the cottage, but deep inside she knew that he couldn't have heard her over the howling wind, so were the words more for her own benefit than his? It was a thought that she pushed aside swiftly, it wasn't the time to debate morals or emotions, she had to get him back inside, she had to get him warm.
Onward she struggled for what seemed an eternity, often his grasp slipped, always she encouraged him to get another grip, not once did she consider reaching up to tug her bunched up t-shirt back into place to act as a barrier between her skin and his. With her support his strength seemed to have returned a fraction, he was still shaking alarmingly but he stumbled less, which came as a relief, to get stronger rather than weaker was a good sign, it encouraged her and helped her fight the chill that was swiftly invading her own semi exposed body.
We will both be close to hypothermia before we get inside she warned herself, and clasping his hand to her breast she set her jaw and summoned the last of her strength. In the distance she caught a dim flicker, then as if to confirm a bolt of lightning crashed overhead and clearly illuminated the cottage. She heard her weakened step father gasp before he tried to pull his hand away, clearly the lightening had exposed more than just the cottage.
“Don't be silly!” she shouted as the wind gusted with a roar, “Just hang on tight… we're almost there!” Anna felt him sag as his resistance faded, and then she shivered to feel his fingers close again on her flesh, now he knew what was happening, he didn't have to feel her skin to know where his hand was… and she suddenly understood that the shiver that had passed through her body had nothing to do with the cold!
“Just a little further,” she groaned and took another heavy step, “Hold on!”
“Thank you Anna!” he groaned, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, “Thank you!” he repeated, and Anna felt a flood of warmth fill her body as his fingers closed on her flesh, the pressure eased and then increased again, and she realised that he was actually massaging. The door loomed on the covered veranda, the glow from the window illuminated his hand, Anna glanced down and watched his fingers squeeze her. “Nearly there,” she groaned then reached up and pressed his hand tighter. “Just hold on to me, I promise I'll warm you up… everything will be fine!”
The lashing wind ripped the door from her grasp flinging it open and threatening to knock the shivering couple back into the night, Anna struggled inside and with a strange feeling of reluctance she backed her step father into a chair at the kitchen table and pulled his trembling hand from her breast.


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30 something married nymph with a very dirty mind!
WARNING: You will find nothing vanilla in any of the books that I write, I don't even like vanilla ice-cream!
Taboo, taboo and more taboo, so be warned before sampling the products of my filthy mind.

 

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