Flat,
Flat Kansas
She had been driving for hours. Longer than she knew she should.
For some reason there was an urgency to get from Oklahoma City to Denver
in one day. She really didn’t
understand it, but gave in to the imperative.
All she knew was that she and Koko, her Yorkie mix traveling partner,
were somewhere close to the western Kansas border.
Heat steamed up from the long highway. Mile
and hour after another the scenery remained the same.
She felt the hypnotic effect taking hold of her.
She hardly saw the towering cumulus build in front of her.
It was only when the storm was upon her that she felt its presence.
Koko had become restless and finally a frantic bark drew Sheila out of
her reverie.
“Geez, Koko, it got really dark out there really fast.
What is it that they tell people in the Midwest to do when a storm comes?
Oh, yeah, stay away from trees. Yeah.
Right. Not a tree in ten
miles. So, what else?
Find shelter. Not even a
rock. O.K. Pull
over.”
Moist heat hit Sheila in the face as she rolled down the car windows to wait out
the storm. Leaning back the car
seat, she let herself be seduced by the all-encompassing humidity and drifted,
almost asleep. Koko settled herself
in the hollow of Sheila’s lap and let out a contented sigh.
Sheila reached down, smoothed the unruly ridge on Koko’s back and
mumbled, “Good Girl.”
The air stirred and a small breeze rippled
through the car. Sheila felt the
cool against her hot skin and shifted her position to receive more of the air
movement. She widened her legs and
Koko slipped down between them.
The storm approached quickly. Sheila’s
skin tingled. The air movement was
as though someone were caressing her. Hairs
on her arms stood up and her nipples began to engorge.
She moaned. Her body was
stroked. Light fingers touched her
throat and followed the defined outline of her shoulder to the point where full
breasts were held prisoner by her halter top.
Damp kisses covered her face and bared torso.
Each kiss slipped further down to the limiting line of her shorts where
Koko slept between her legs.
Once more Sheila moaned. More
deeply this time. She surrendered
to the feelings of pleasure. Faster
and more insistently the sensations assaulted her.
Every part of her body was pelted with gratification.
Sheila felt a warmth growing in her belly and between her legs.
Her pelvis rose. She felt an
insistent pressure between her legs. Spreading
even wider, the pressure became insistent pleasure.
Storm clouds pelted the roof of the car and through the open windows.
Sheila rose to the rhythm of the wet tattoo that drummed down from ever
darkening clouds. More violently
the winds wrapped themselves around her body.
Her short red hair was lashed against her neck and fingers of wind coiled
around full breasts and down her body.
Sheila bucked as the orgasm took hold of her.
Her scream was drowned in the violent wail of the storm.
Again and yet once more she released her pent energy into the hot summer
day.
Spent, she slid back into the car seat. Gentler
fingers caressed her body, cooling in the passing of the storm.
Light breezes chilled wet body and clothes.
Sheila roused herself from the seat and nuzzled Koko, still nestled
between her legs.
”I guess it’s time to move on, Koko. If
someone were to stop by they might think something a little kinky was going on
here. After all, Koko, we’re
still in Kansas.”
©shadowJewel 2004
