Sharon and the Hurricane
by Andy G.
Copyright© 2025 by Andy G.
The hurricane was fast approaching. There was little to do but wait.
The Southern Baptist Church had 7 of its members set up a temporary home for 34 evacuees. There was enough room, but it was somewhat crowded. The volunteers had gathered enough supplies, and everyone was just listening to the wind as it slowly increased in pitch with the occasional sound of a tree falling, waiting for the hurricane to strike. It was going to be a bad storm.
“We need some more toilet paper,” Tom said as he entered the small room serving as the headquarters.
“I’ll get some,” Sharon volunteered. Sharon’s forty years did not stop her from being an attractive woman. She was a little overweight, but other than that, her body had held up very well. Sharon was a very conservative type and would have never dreamed in her wildest imagination the night she was going to have.
“I’ll help you,” Josh volunteered. Josh was 55. He had recently taken an early retirement after his marriage had ended a few months earlier. He now had plenty of time to volunteer for a variety of causes. He could have left the area, avoiding the storm, but decided to stay and ride out the hurricane.
The small supply room was not far. It was a narrow room with supplies stacked on either side. Sharon turned on the light as they entered and went to a stack of toilet paper. She handed Josh a package just as a loud crash resounded, and the door to the supply room crashed shut.
“What happened?” Sharon screamed.
“I don’t know,” Josh answered as he pushed against the door. He could see it was not going to open. Then the lights went out.
“Oh no,” Sharon cried as they stood there in the dark.
“Hey, what happened?” Josh yelled through the closed door.
After a few minutes, Josh heard Tom, the minister, shout, “Are you guys okay?”
“Yeah, we are alright, but we can’t open the door,” Josh replied.
“That’s because part of the ceiling has collapsed on the door. It will take some work to get you guys out, and the wind is really bad at this point. I’m afraid you are stuck in there for a while,” Tom shouted.
“Okay, Tom, get out of the weather. We’ll be okay in here,” Josh said as he heard the wind blowing even stronger outside.
“I’m really scared,” Sharon whimpered.
“We’ll be okay. Let’s find a place where we can sit comfortably,” Josh said.
However, this was a problem. The storeroom was very narrow, with stacks of supplies on either side. Josh managed to move some things so they could sit at the far end away from the damaged door. Josh sat with his back against the wall. Sharon sat where his feet ended since there was little room.
“I’m really scared,” Sharon said again, and Josh could tell she was crying.
“Wait, and let me rearrange some of these supplies.”
Josh moved various boxes in the dark but managed to rearrange things so he could spread his legs, creating a little more room. He then grabbed Sharon by the shoulders and pulled her up close to him. She was now sitting between his legs with her back to his chest. Sharon would have never felt comfortable sitting like this with another man, but she was really frightened and needed someone to hold her.
“We are going to be okay, Sharon,” Josh said as he softly held her.
“I don’t know,” Sharon said as she held onto Josh’s arm.
They sat there for quite a while as Sharon softly whimpered.
“Sharon, you need something to take your mind off the storm,” Josh said. He could see Sharon was becoming very upset as they listened to a very strong wind crashing around outside.
“I don’t know what could do that,” Sharon replied.
Josh thought a minute. He knew something that would take her mind off the storm, but it could also get him into trouble. Of course, he would like to have something to take his mind off the storm too. It had been quite a while since he had been this close to a woman, and he decided what the hell he would do.
Josh and Sharon were sitting close, with Josh’s hands folded around her waist. Josh slowly raised one of his hands and softly cupped Sharon’s breast.
Sharon did not recognize what Josh was doing at first, but then it hit her.
“What are you doing, Josh?” she cried. She could not believe Josh had done this. She had known him for a number of years and thought he was a good person. Now he was groping her, and she did not know what to do.
“I’m taking your mind off the storm,” Josh replied as he continued to softly squeeze Sharon’s left breast.
“You shouldn’t be doing that, Josh, it’s not right,” Sharon said, but in her confusion and fear of the storm, did not attempt in any way to remove his hand from her breast.
“Maybe not, but it is the only way I could think of to take your mind off the storm and make you more comfortable.”
“It has taken my mind off the storm, but you shouldn’t be touching me like that,” Sharon said. Sharon did not know what to do. She was too afraid to be alone and needed to be close to someone, and Josh was the only person here. But she knew it was wrong for this man, someone other than her husband, to be touching her. Actually, Sharon seldom let her husband touch her like this.
“I know, but I have to admit your breast really feels good,” Josh replied and squeezed it a little harder through her bra. Josh then allowed his other hand to rise up to her right breast. He now sat behind Sharon with his hand softly holding both her breasts.
Sharon and Josh sat in the small storage room for quite some time as Josh massaged both her breasts. This was also affecting him, and he could feel an erection pressing against his jeans.
Sharon was very confused over what had transpired. She was now sitting in a dark storeroom with a friend massaging and squeezing her breasts. Any other time, she would have screamed and made him stop. But as she sat there with the storm howling outside, the feel of his hands squeezing her breasts gave her a sense of safety and security.
As she pondered this feeling, she also noticed other more basic feelings beginning to awaken inside her. Sharon had never been much of a sexual person, having had no actual orgasms. She mostly had sex because it was what a wife was supposed to do. However, now she was feeling something she had never felt. She even fought against the feeling, but it was creeping slowly up and down her body as Josh continued to fondle her breasts.
After some time, Sharon moved to get more comfortable, and Josh took advantage of this. Sharon was wearing a blouse, and as she moved, Josh pulled it up some. This allowed him to sneak his hand under her blouse so he had direct contact with her bra. Sharon did nothing to stop him, and even though she knew it was wrong, she began to want him to touch her.
The wind was howling outside, but Josh and Sharon were both able to ignore it. They were playing a naughty game that was becoming satisfying to both as they sat in the dark storeroom.
Josh now moved his other hand under Sharon’s blouse. As his hand came in contact with her bra, he slowly pushed the bra over her breasts, and now his hand made contact directly with the soft skin of her breast. He did the same with her other breasts and now was slowly kneading both breasts. Sharon did nothing but now she leaned against him, making soft purring noises. She was beginning to be lost in sensations she had never before known.
As Josh massaged Sharon’s breast, he touched her nipples. They were both hard little buttons. As he squeezed them, Sharon sighed.
“You like the way this feels, don’t you, Sharon?” Josh asked.
“No, you should not be doing this,” she answered.
“Why don’t you stop me?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Because it feels so good. Admit it. You like the way this feels.”
“Yes, I shouldn’t, but I like the way you are touching my breasts,” Sharon cried.
Josh continued this massage for a few minutes and then decided to be even bolder. He allowed his hand to slide down Sharon’s stomach. He caressed her stomach as his hand snaked down her body, finally making contact with her jeans. There was no question Sharon knew where his hand’s ultimate destination was. However, Josh took his time because it was going to be a long time before the storm was over and they could be rescued. Josh was quite happy where he was and the way things were going. This was going to be a good hurricane.
Josh’s hand reached the waistline of Sharon’s jeans, and he paused for a moment. He then allowed his hand to move down Sharon’s leg. He felt a slight movement as his hand rubbed Sharon’s thigh through her pants.
“Josh, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Sharon softly said, but again did nothing to stop Josh’s hand from squeezing her thigh. Sharon was having many mixed feelings. She knew she should not be letting this man take advantage of her, but she seemed to have little will to stop him. It seemed the more he touched her, the better it felt, and the less she wanted him to stop.
Josh moved his hand slowly up Sharon’s thigh until he reached her crotch. He then began to lightly rub Sharon’s jean-covered crotch, pushing them into her pussy. It was obvious it was having the desired reaction from Sharon since she spread her legs, allowing him full access.
Sharon’s breathing was now shallow, and Josh could feel her gripping his legs. This was further than Josh would have ever guessed things would go, but now he wanted more. He reached up to Sharon’s waist and released the button to her jeans.
“What are you doing, Josh?” Sharon cried. Sharon knew exactly what Josh was doing, and a large part of her mind wanted him to continue.
“I want to stick my finger up your pussy,” Josh replied, deciding to just go for it.
“What?” Sharon exclaimed. Josh’s use of the word pussy shot a charge up her spine. He was being so nasty, and she could not believe the effect it was having on her.
“I know you want me to finger your pussy, don’t you?” Josh asked.
“Josh, no.”
“Yes, you do. Now tell me or I will stop everything,” Josh replied, taking a gamble she wanted him to continue. As he said this, he suddenly stopped squeezing her breast and just sat there holding her breast.
Sharon did not know what to do. She could still hear the raging winds outside and was afraid. She also had many pent-up feelings of lust driving her mad. She had never felt like this, but it was too good a feeling to stop. She could not help it. She cried, “No, Josh, please don’t stop.”
Josh knew his gamble had now paid off.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“I want you to touch me,” she softly cried. She needed Josh’s support and his caress to make it through the night.
“Touch you where?”
“Down there.”
“Why was he making me say it?” she cried to herself.
“Where?”
She had no choice. She had to tell him, or he would not do it. She cried in her dismay and excitement, “Josh, I want you to touch my pussy, please touch my pussy.”
With that, Josh lifted Sharon up and slid her jeans and panties down. He moved her about enough to get one of her legs out of both the panties and jeans, leaving the other leg in. He now had full access to her pussy and planned to make the most of this.
His finger found the moist lips of Sharon’s pussy. He felt a shutter go through her body, and he softly touched the folds of her pussy lips. As his fingers found the bud of Sharon’s clit, Sharon’s body jerked. As Josh softly massaged Sharon’s clit, a soft moan escaped her lips.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” Sharon cried. She could not help it. Never had she felt anything as good as Josh’s fingers playing between her legs. Her husband had never given her such pleasure.
“What feels so good?” Josh asked, playing with Sharon.
“You rubbing my pussy,” Sharon replied, no longer caring if she sounded dirty. She just wanted Josh to keep touching her.
“You are a nasty little girl, aren’t you, Sharon?” Josh asked.
“Yes, I am nasty and I don’t care. Just rub my pussy, it feels so good,” Sharon cried now lost in desire.
Josh knew that Sharon was very close to an orgasm, but he did not want her to have one yet. So he slid his finger past her clit and slipped them deep into her pussy hole.
“Ohhhh,” Sharon moaned as his finger entered her.
Josh pumped his finger in and out of Sharon’s pussy a few times, and she began to hunch as if she was fucking his fingers. As Sharon neared an orgasm, he slipped his fingers out of her pussy. He could tell this was confusing Sharon. She wanted satisfaction.
“Not yet, Sharon,” Josh whispered in her ear.
“Please, Josh, I need it,” Sharon pleaded. Sharon did not care about anything other than Josh’s fingers giving her the satisfaction that she had missed all these years.
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