Chapter 1
The tornado had left the town in ruins...as most tornadoes do. People walked around in a daze, speechless. How could this happen so quickly? Why were they not warned?
Erin Waters adjusted her sunglasses and stared up at the bright blue of the sky. Not a cloud in sight. It seemed almost unreal that just six hours ago the same sky was a haze of green and yellow, almost sickly looking. And that was the sky she'd never forget.
As the wind blew through her short blonde hair, she squinted her deep brown eyes as the memories overtook her. She'd never forget the clouds, the way they swirled, faster, and then faster still, in an orbit around an invisible pole. She'd never forget the way the dark mass formed a point, and the way it slowly snaked its way downward. She had watched in horror and fascination as the funnel stopped just above the ground, sucking up mud from the plowed field. Her car, nearly a thousand yards away, had shook, and she felt for the first time the fear a natural wonder can produce.
The funnel had then lifted up as quickly as it had appeared. Erin was on her cell phone in record time, but the storm had knocked down the neighboring cell tower and all she heard was a beep-beep-beep.
And so...the unsuspecting citizens who happened to be outside saw the approaching storm, had seen the funnel touch down yet again, had seen the debris fly a half mile in the air. The siren had sounded then, but not soon enough for most people. The town was nearly flattened and hundreds were wounded, a few people dead.
Erin shook her head softly. Such a tragedy. And yet, she remembered that moment in the storm when the funnel touched down. She had felt the animalistic fear knawing at the pit of her stomach. And her cunt had clenched. She laughed softly to herself now. Danger and fear never failed to get her hot. And in such a time as this. Why, if people knew...
Erin glanced across the street now at one of the few places left standing...the local newspaper office. It was bound to be a flurry of activity, presses running, photos of the storm being downloaded for later use. Possibly she should see if she could provide some information, she thought. And so, with that idea in mind, she made her way to the entrance.
The bell dinged softly as the door closed behind her. She could hear the distant hum of the presses printing the special edition. "Hello?" she called out.
A head popped up from behind the nearest cube. A shock of red hair contrasted the white face of a young man. His blue eyes looked rather startled at first, then darkened slightly. He looked almost irritated, Erin thought. "Be right there," he muttered.
As he walked around the corner, Erin got a good look at his lanky frame. Thin as a rail, almost eccentric looking. Nice contrast, she thought appreciatively.
His eyes, she noticed, had quickly floated down the length of her body, then up again. She almost grinned at the glint in his gaze now. She knew he'd taken in her long legs, her tan skin, the way her lips pouted out gently. Her leather pants hugged her ass and thighs, seeming like second skin, and her breasts jutted out softly from her tee shirt.
The man cleared his throat, holding out his hand in greeting, "I'm Drew. Sorry if I seemed rude. It's just..." he hesitated.
"I know. Busy." Erin chuckled.
"Yeah," he grinned.
"Well, anyway," she began, "I won't take up much of your time then, but I saw the storm as it was heading toward town and thought you might like an exclusive or something like that."
"Oh absolutely! C'mon back."
Erin settled herself in the armchair across from his desk and watched as he deftly poked a few keys on his computer. Seems like quite an intellectual individual, she mused. She found this even more attractive.
Drew took a deep breath and turned on the recorder on the desk. "Alright, tell me some details of the storm. How did it start out? What did the sky look like? How did it make you feel?"
Erin related her experience, and as she recounted the fear she had felt, she realized she was fidgeting in her chair. She stilled herself, only to realize that once again, her pussy was sopping wet, this time soaking right through the silky thong. The reporter must've noticed something's wrong by now, she thought. He was still looking at her with the same steady gaze, however, giving none of his thoughts away.
It was her turn to clear her throat, praying that the husky tone that always developed when she was aroused wouldn't give her away. Jesus, but she was horny.
It was too late for hiding her thoughts, though, as her voice deepened slightly and her words came more slowly. She found herself talking about the excitement she had felt when the storm touched down, and the drift of her mind was not lost on Drew.
He shifted in his chair, unobstrusively adjusting his pants over his expanding cock. God, she was beautiful. And from what she was saying, she was a wild one. Although she looked too sweet to be his type.
Finally Erin was done with her recollection and she looked up, suddenly meeting Drew's gaze. For a split second she couldn't breathe and her nipples hardened under his stare. Hot damn! The air nearly crackled between them until Drew averted his eyes.
"Listen...I'm going to the old bridge across Stone Creek this evening. Gonna take some more pictures. I'd...uh...love to have your opinion on some of the damage. What is it you do, by the way?"
Erin smiled at the open invite. This would certainly be fun, if she had anything to do with it. "I work in advertising sales. But I'm a weather spotter on the side. I had tried calling my unit on my cell when the storm struck....but...the tower...was..."
