Hurricane Season

When hurricanes hit, homeless kids try to find shelter. This gives me some opportunity to to provide shelter in exchange for a little something…...

I walked to the front door of my condo building. It was early September in Florida, middle of hurricane season. And a big one was on the way. The sky was gray. The wind was blowing. And the palm trees were losing their branches.

“Excuse me, sir, do you live here?” She was a teenager, I’d guess early high school, but sometimes it’s hard to tell, they develop so fast. Pretty, petite, about 5’2’, with dirty blond hair and tanned skin like she’d been outdoors for the summer. She wore sandals, denim jean shorts and a button-down shirt over a pink bikini top. She had nice perky breasts; I’d guess a full C-cup. Over her shoulder was a well-worn backpack. I noticed her feet were sandy, from the beach and the salty air that was ever present along the ocean shore.
I smiled. This was too easy. “Yes, I do”, I replied.

“May I use the bathroom in your lobby?” The area was full of runaway kids. They lived along the beach for the most part. Sometimes under the pier. But when hurricanes rolled in, they liked to get into the condo buildings, most of which were locked for residents only. Once in the building, they would hide out in the common areas, the enclosed garage, or the stairwells. To get in, they’d ask a resident to let then in to use the bathroom. Once the resident left the lobby, they’d find a place to stay out of the impending storm. But some of the other retired, divorced guys had been talking about another option. And this was my first time to try it out.

“Sure thing,” I said as I opened the door. “Come on in.” I pointed to the lobby bathroom, which had an Out of Order sign on it. I snickered to myself. I had put it on there before I left to get my coffee down the road. “Oh, that’s too bad, bathroom is out of order. But… if you’d like, you can come up to my condo and use my bathroom.”

“Are you sure, sir, I don’t want to inconvenience you.” She said, seeming a bit nervous.
“It’s not a problem at all, I don’t mind.” I pushed the elevator button and added “in fact, I insist. And besides, you look thirsty, I can get you a glass or orange juice.” My plan was falling into place quite easily.

“Ok, then.” She said as she got on the elevator with me.

“My name is David” I said.

“I’m Lexi” she added, seeming to relax a little bit.
We got to my condo, and I let her in. It was on the seventh floor. I had already opened the shades so the view of the Atlantic Ocean, with the dark clouds of the impending storm and the white caps were quite a sight, especially from the comfort of the condo. In case she needed convincing to stay for a while.

“The bathroom is over here,” I said, turning the bathroom light on as I showed her. “I’ll get you some orange juice, and if you’d like, you can use the shower if you want to wash the sand off.” I opened the bathroom cabinet, where I had new toiletries, just like the other divorced guys had recommended.

“I am kind of sandy, are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” she said, as I headed to the kitchen to get the orange juice, or should I say, vodka and orange juice.

“Not at all,” I replied, “I am not going anywhere, so it’s not a problem”. I handed her a glass of juice; she must have been thirsty because she gulped the orange juice right down. I looked at her face to see if she realized the orange juice was half vodka. I couldn’t tell.

“OK, then, I could use a hot shower anyway, thanks” she said and I pointed to the towels on the rack. She closed the door and I heard the shower running. I made my way to my office and looked at the computer. The bathroom had small cameras hidden. She took off her jean shorts and had a matching pink bikini bottom. As that dropped, I could see her tan lines. I started to get hard. Then she removed her shirt and bikini top. Perky teenage breasts. As she turned around another camera caught her from the front. A perfect little pussy with some soft hair, like it had not been shaved. I imagined the soft fine hair, not coarse, which she would only have until she shaved it. As the water ran, she got a new razor from the cabinet and started to shave her legs. I nervously watched, my cock growing larger, and to my pleasure, she did not shave her kitty.

She jumped into the shower, I readied another glass of orange juice, with a nice compliment of vodka, for the moment she exited the bathroom. I also had some pastries on the table. The goal now was to keep her here until she was comfortable, and to have her see the weather outside, and be convinced that staying for a while would be her best option. While the shower was still running, I quickly looked thru her backpack, which she had left in the hall outside the bathroom. Some clothes, a vape pen, and a new unopened pack of condoms at the bottom of the backpack.

She got out of the shower and opened the bathroom door. “That was wonderful, David, thank you so much.” Her balance was slightly off; the vodka must have been working.

“My pleasure,” I responded, as I handed her another orange juice. “I have some pastries on the table, are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” she said, “thank you so much”. She sat down at the table and looked outside. The storm was rolling in, and the sound of the wind whipping around the condo deck was getting louder. “Wow, that’s gonna be some storm...” She seemed to be relaxing a bit and comfortable in my condo.

“It’s unsafe to be outside,” I added “not sure what your plans were for today, but you’re welcome to wait out the storm right here, I have nothing going on today. Besides, if you stay, you are welcome to use my laundry to wash your clothes.” I immediately regretted saying that, for fear she would know I had been through her backpack.

“I’d really appreciate that David, as long as you don’t mind” she responded, and now her speech was a little more slurred. Her second glass of juice was almost empty. “But I have nothing to wear if my clothes are in the machine.”

“Well, my niece was her a few months ago and left some things in the guest bedroom. Look thru it and see what fits you.” Of course, I had no niece that visited, the other retired guys told me all the things I’d need to encourage a runaway to spend the hurricane with me.

Lexi went into the bedroom and opened the drawer. It was filled with lots of lingerie, and if she realized there were several sizes, she might figure out it wasn’t my niece’s. But the vodka was working. A few minutes later she came out in a short robe, and as she walked and the robe opened slightly, I could see she was wearing a floral print lacy panty and bra set. I pointed to the washer and dryer and she put her clothes in and started the machine. It would take about two hours for the clothes to dry. Perfect.
Lexi sat down on the chaise lounge and yawned. She pulled her feet up and the panties were in full view as the robe slid higher. She didn’t seem to care. She was pretty drunk at this point. I sat down next to her. She smiled. “Thank you for letting me stay, David, it looks pretty bad out there.” The wind was now howling almost continuously. I moved closer to her and began to rub her shoulders. “That feels really good” she slurred.

I continued to rub her shoulders, as she slid face down onto the chaise lounge. The bathrobe was above her waist at this point. I rubbed her neck and shoulders and moved down to her back. She moaned softly. “That feels sooooo good.” I continued to rub her lower back and hips, pushing the robe up higher and exposing her cute ass in the floral print panties. I rubbed on her tight butt, and she let out another moan. I slowly moved down to her legs and massaged her calves. Her skin was young and tight. Still hearing her quiet moans, I moved up onto the back of her thighs. As I reached the top of her thighs, I straddled her and moved my thumbs up to her slit. I slowly stroked the panties, and noted they were soaked. This was turning her on. She offered no resistance. I moved my hand between her thighs and stroked her slit, moving up until I touched her clit. “Oooooooh!” she whimpered. Her breathing got heavier. I slowly massaged her slit, the panties wet with her juices. She lifted her hips to allow my more access. I slowly reached the side of her hips and slid the panties off her. With that, she rolled onto her back. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy. She had a look in her eyes; I couldn’t quite read. “We don’t have to do this, you can leave if you want, I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” I said, realizing there was no way she would get up and go out into the hurricane.

“I’m fine, David. But please be gentle.” She whispered.

I looked down at her mound as I gently rubbed her slit. Soft, straight pubic hair, so fine. So light. So perfect. She arched her back and began to spread her legs. I gently lowered my head between her thighs, and slid my hands under her ass. As I placed my face on her developing womanhood. I put my nose on her slit and inhaled deeply. Oh my god, she smelled wonderful. I moved my face, so my nose rubbed her clit, while I began to kiss her lips. By now, they were really wet, she was very aroused. I slowly licked between her lips and she moaned more and began to move her hips. I continued to lick her and drink her juice. My hands massaged her ass as I pulled her closer to me. I moved my left hand and slowly inserted a finger inside her. The moans increased, and her hips began to rock rhythmically with the licking of my tongue and now the slow motion of my finger. She was tight, and although she did have condoms with her, I’m not sure she’d ever used one. I couldn’t imagine someone had penetrated this tiny little thing before, but maybe I was being naïve.

I continued to slide my finger in and out, as my lips and tongue started to give her clit some attention. I encircled my lips around her clit and began a slow sucking motion, letting the suction go, tonguing her clit and then sucking again. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head into her, as her hips continued their rhythm. Her nectar was so sweet, and increasing. As her breathing got heavier, she suddenly bucked and let out a moan. Her vagina clamped on my finger and her juices flowed. I swallowed as fast as I could. She pulled my head tightly into her as she cried out. “Oooooooh, Daviddddddd!” She bucked for about a minute before slowing down, now panting like shed just run a marathon. She had climaxed.

As her hips slowed, I crawled up to lay on top of her, her robe now open revealing her perky breasts still in the bra. Tears were streaming down her face. She smiled. I kissed her on the lips, giving her a taste of her nectar. “Wow, that was wonderful, no one has ever done that to me before.” She kissed me back. “I’m glad I could do that for you” I responded.

“I’m exhausted,” she whispered, “and I think the orange juice may have something to do with that.” She winked.

“If you’re exhausted, I know the perfect place for you”, I said, as I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again. I hoped the hurricane would last for days.

This is my first story. Let me know what you think.