The News Anchor and the Storm Chaser

Synopsis:  A bit of an eros about how real sparking, firework, crackling romance, full of effulgence, begins in the workplace.  

‘I’d love to be your shoes, because honey, I’d wear you out !’--Anonymous bad pick up line   

‘You need it, I need it, we all need good lovin’.--variation on lyrics from Good Lovin’, this one sung by The Grateful Dead  

Chapter 1--First Day on the Job

Grace Roush had been working in journalism as a student but never in the field.  It was far more complex and dangerous than she could’ve ever imagined but she knew she was helping people in the community as much as was necessary.   Of course, a certain amount of people put themselves into their own problems.   As she always said, ‘You can’t fix stupid, not even with duct tape.’

There was an ace storm chaser, a maverick, and a bit of a dashing rogue by the name of Damien Trace in Grace’s workplace.   Ruggedly handsome, a bit scraggly but scruffily macho.   He had a jawline that could move anyone to want to sculpt a rival to Rodin's ‘Thinker’.   

He always loved to woo Grace from afar but Grace wasn’t one to want to exit her bubble.  It had been enough for her to search for this cush job right off the bat after graduating magna cum laude in Arts and Humanities.   Had she not been a journalist, she probably would’ve gone into social work but being behind a desk was where she thought she belonged.   Damien, however, had other plans for his little timid flower.    

Chapter 2--Warm Up With a Cup of Mocha Latte

During the second day, Damien still flirted with the object of his affection.  There was no other woman in that newsroom that had his attention.   Grace was the only angel that had caught his eye and he wanted to move heaven and earth to convince her that he was worth spending the rest of his life with.   He knew that Grace was a compelling woman, one with beauty, brains, and a vocabulary that would put most grad students to shame.    

‘Come on, it’s just a cup of coffee.   Say you’ll reconsider.  I’m not asking you to follow a tornado with me Grace !’, Damien toyed with Grace a little, mock punching her arm.   Grace actually didn’t mind him touching her, grazing against her arm or lightly stroking her hand in the break room.  It gave her waves of undulating pleasure she had never felt before.   Just a touch sent a jolt from her toes to her fingertips and she often erupted in girlish, giddy giggles.   

‘You’ve sold me on the idea.  But isn’t it taboo to date a coworker ?’, Grace questioned, in a hushed tone.   Damien poo-pooed the whole ‘taboo’ notion and patted her hand, making her feel a passion she had never experienced before.    She held his hand and had him lead her to his car.   For a first date, it was already starting to feel natural, as if she had known Damien her entire life.  

Damien was charming, funny, bright and his chiseled face sent shivers through her body that she never wanted to cease.  

‘How’s the mocha latte ?’, Damien said, knowing he had this magical effect on her.   Bashfully, Grace lowered her gaze, hoping that Damien wouldn’t catch her blushing.   He reached over and stroked her hand lovingly.   

‘You’re the most interesting woman I have ever met.’, Damien confessed.  Part of him wanted to bed her then and there but knew with Grace he would have to take it slow.    He would start with a peck on the cheek and work his way up.   That was the only way this new relationship would work out right.  

Chapter 3--In the Eye of the Storm

Damien had been on a few dates with Grace and all of them had been sensational but he wanted to show Grace just how sensational chasing storms really was.   It wasn’t just the storm but the thrill of the hunt.   

Grace was shocked she had agreed to following a tornado with Damien but her curiosity had overtaken her.  Besides, she wanted to see what the ruckus was all about.   

The sky ahead of them was ominous and frightening but Grace wasn’t afraid.   They followed the storm cell and watched it form a twister in the distance, but then it took a course they weren’t anticipating.

‘Damien !  It’s heading our way !’, Grace nearly screamed, clutching on to him for dear life.   Damien reassured her and turned the Range Rover the opposite way, finding a ditch as the tornado passed them without incident.    Grace felt her heart racing and for some reason, was overwhelmed with fire in her loins.    

‘I can’t explain it, but I am super horny right now.’, Grace said, unabashedly.   It wasn’t Damien’s intention but the storm had shaken her to her core to the point she was just grateful to be alive.

Chapter 4--Wining and Dining

At the end of the day, Damien treated Grace to moscato and filet mignon.   It was nothing short of unbelievable.   He gave her the longest and deepest kiss at the restaurant, leaving her body vibrating in anticipation.   He took her hand and drove her to a high class hotel that had a spa.  Both of them were pampered, given massages and treated like royalty.   Once they arrived to their room, Damien had blanketed the bed in rose petals.

‘I thought maybe this was a little bit too far but I wanted to let you know how much I love you.’, Damien stated, with a tinge of rouge to his cheeks.   His member stood strong underneath his robe and Grace caught a glimpse of how strong, thick and powerful it was.    She couldn’t help but be taken by surprise at how large he was.   She was a little concerned he’d be too big to penetrate her but his care of her told her she had nothing to fret over.   

Chapter 5--Speechless

Grace had never been with a man but the way Damien fit into her was a marvel.   He started moving his hips at a deliberate pace, his breathing becoming deeper and moans escaping him.   Holding onto him tightly, her nails delicately scraping down his back, she grabbed his buttocks as the bucking grew more wild.    She could no longer hold in her orgasm.  It flowed from her more natural that breath.   Unable to control herself, she rolled about with him in the bed and pinned him, savoring the deeper penetration of riding him.    

The lovebirds were in bed for hours on end until they both petered out, both curled up in each other’s arms.   Grace had never really admired or enjoyed the naked state of a man before but it was something to behold.   With the moonlight upon him, he looked angelic and she couldn’t help but smile gently in his arms.    Feeling his ardor building up, he inserted himself into her once again and made her cry out.   

‘I really do love you.   I hope you know that.  I won’t leave.   For as long as I have breath in my lungs, I’m your guy.  Your my one true storm and I’ve caught you.’, he said.   She had to admit, even though it was a cheesy pick up line, it was the most romantic thing she had heard.   For the remainder of the night they stayed in each other’s arms and marveling at how mysterious and remarkable the warmth they shared was.   

Epilogue

Months became years and the two married, having plenty of time to experience hot, explosive sexual encounters in between.   The two didn’t do anything kinky but new positions were always a source of enjoyment, entertainment and exploration for them both.    Even now, as the two lovers lay in intimate embrace, this time, Grace riding in a reverse cowgirl, the two never once felt they would ever experience such cosmic bliss.     Their love life never flickered.  It was constantly glowing into hot, licking flames, making others jealous.    It didn’t impede their social lives or their professional existences.   Indeed, life was extraordinary and they enjoyed every sensual, blessed, sacred moment together locked in tandem.    

The End