Car sex during a typhoon

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June 26th, strong winds. Overcast. Typhoon Haima swept across the coast. This city, not far from the coast, experienced typical typhoon weather. Thankfully, there was no rain, only fierce winds. However, the typhoon's power is somewhat limited by its distance; overall, it was good weather in the hot summer. But the beauty of this kind of weather always evokes memories, and my thoughts drifted back to the typhoon that ravaged the area a few years ago. That typhoon was the most powerful I've ever witnessed. Driving through the city in the early morning, I saw traffic light poles blown dozens of meters away. The roads were a mess, with scattered tree trunks and branches lying coldly in the water, being battered by the rain. The entire city looked like the ruins of a war, a testament to the immense power of nature. And I, too, had the most stormy sex ever, because it all happened in a real storm. How should I define her? I don't know. A woman I've had sex with a few times, I guess. That time, I asked her to go see my new house. Thinking about it, such a date was rather boring—a woman I'd never have anything to do with, and I was taking her to see my house. It wasn't about showing off, just a themed date. That's it. It seems I couldn't find any other suitable theme. Thinking back, it was pretty crazy. The day before, a typhoon swept through the city. Although its power had weakened considerably during the day, a typhoon is still a typhoon; it still controlled the land, displaying its terror. She drove to pick me up, and so, in the raging wind and rain, we went to my house. I bought a house, just handed over to the owners, and there weren't many people living in the whole complex. I hadn't renovated it; it had been sitting there unfinished. Now that I think about it, maybe it was unintentional to find a sealed space with a new date theme, which is why I chose that place. Once we got to the room, I pinned her against the bare cement wall, made her bend over with her round buttocks sticking out, and had sex with her from behind. Thinking about it, it was pretty daring. Despite the torrential rain outside and the fact that the surrounding houses were deserted, the thought of two half-naked people making love in a room with barely any windows, practically exposing the space, was indeed insane. But that wasn't the craziest thing. In the afternoon, we went to see a movie and had dinner—just the usual things for a date. Until we got back to her car after the movie. I don't know if it was the lust after a satisfying meal or the weather outside that got in the way. We parked the car behind a construction site, making sure no one would bother us in this weather, and then we stripped completely naked, returning to our primal state. The rain pounded against the car windows, and I thrust violently into the white flesh beneath me. She drove a Teana, which was fairly spacious, but not enough to satisfy two lustful people to their heart's content. To my surprise, when I asked her to change positions, she suddenly opened the car door and rushed outside. Her white body shone even brighter in the dark rain, and she told me in a tone laced with seduction and provocation—do it with her in the rain. Although somewhat surprised and reluctant, the woman was already standing naked outside, so how could the man still hide in the car? And all my little brother wanted to do was fuck her, fuck her hard. That was it; my little brother's thoughts controlled everything. I wonder if anyone saw that day, outside the construction site fence, next to a black Nissan Teana, a naked woman was leaning against the car door, while a similarly naked man was thrusting into her body. The rain poured down, rain and sweat flowing together on their bodies, the woman's cries mingling with the wind, drifting everywhere. To be honest, it wasn't a very enjoyable sex experience; the cold weather in the wind and rain affected the quality of the lovemaking. But this unrepeatable stimulation is unforgettable. Another typhoon is approaching; in the study, listening to the howling wind rushing through the house, it felt like a Siberian winter. And that woman has already left the country; I wonder if she continues her past madness now. [The End]

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