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Mia's Windy Awakening
🕑 Added 2022-11-02 08:00:04 +0000 UTCMia's Windy Awakening
Commissioned by Poot Lovato
Written by HarmonyMotion
A dangerous weather event was working its way through the east coast, traveling through Fayette University. Many of the students who lived on campus and lived close to home decided to leave for the week so that they could be with their families and potentially hide in a basement shelter while the windstorm passed through. Professors canceled classes, the richer kids went out of town to celebrate a few hundred miles away from the windstorm... Only a scant few students remained.
Mia was one of them.
The black girl sat in her room, listening to the howling winds blowing. She could see the usually serene trees right outside of her window swaying violently. Some of those branches had been blown so hard the past day that it looked like the tree was permanently deformed, bent in one direction! It was one thing to see an umbrella to get turned inside out, but a sturdy tree?
The studious, private, quiet girl took advantage of the disastrous tornado by taking advantage of her sudden privacy. She’d gotten into the school thanks to her studies, earning a well deserved scholarship. Her family wasn’t particularly well off, but they were so proud of her, the first of their family to attend an expensive private school like Fayette.
She cleaned her golden rimmed glasses with a tissue before slipping it back over her steel gray eyes. Her face flushed red, visible even through her ebony skin as she pulled her pastel blue collared shirt closed over her blouse which was buttoned all the way to the top of her neck. Even with her roommate confirmed out for the entire week, the dorm empty, she still got embarrassed at what she was about to do!
All of that time spent studying indoors as a child had paid dividends, but it left Mia wondering about the experiences she’d missed out on. The kind of experiences that every other teenager growing up had. And when she heard her female colleagues gossiping about their romantic interests, and especially when it got raunchy—Mia just had to stand there and listen, wondering what on earth the big fuss was about.
So now was a perfect time. Dorm empty, classes probably canceled, and she was on top of all of her homework as usual...
Mia flipped open her laptop and almost faltered as she began to search for pornography. With trepidation, she clicked on a site. The video began to play.
She’d never had any privacy in her small home growing up to look into things like this. The innocent girl gasped at the size of the man’s erect and curved penis. Did all of them have that sort of angle? Were all of them that big? Would that even fit!?
The movie’s pretense was... bad! Was this what passed for acting? Mia tried to follow it, but it was so campy and cheesy that she couldn’t help but laugh. She began to fast forward through the video.
Soon, the woman was on all fours on her bed, thrusting her ass out for the viewer to see. The man was behind her, aligning his boner with the puffy lips of her slit. He traced that opening with his mammoth rod, then pushed it into her body. They both moaned loudly. Was that normal? The actress’s banshee cries would probably rouse the entire dorm!
Mia watched with a mixture of clinical fascination and boredom. It looked so repetitive. Did people really enjoy this? How was she supposed to feel? Unless arousal was akin to ennui, it wasn’t doing anything for her.
A few more clicks onto different videos, a few quick forward scrolls... it was all variations on a theme. Mia didn’t get it.
An email notification dinged on her laptop, shocking her out of her little peek into depravity. She almost slammed her laptop shut after X-ing out of the porn video as if she’d been caught red-handed. Her heart was racing, first from the startle, and then from the actual content of the email.
“Class is still in session for today at 2:00 PM. Anyone hoping that the education you paid for was canceled will be sorely remiss.
You’re welcome,
Professor Hinkley”
“Oh shoot!” Mia shouted out loud. She’d never missed a lecture before, and she wasn’t about to start now!
Mia quickly tied a teal blue ribbon over her head to manage her frizzy hair before slipping on her sneakers, grabbing her backpack, and charging out into the brutal winds outside without a second thought. It would take her fifteen minutes to get across campus to class, and even longer with the storm outside. She had to hurry!
She ran to the double doors of the main entrance of her empty dorm, only to find that she couldn’t budge the door! The rushing winds exerted so much pressure that it felt as if the doors were physically bolted and chained down! She leaned into it, pushing through her lower body and her hips and pressing her slim shoulder against the glass doors. She only managed to crack the door open the slightest bit before the cold air blew her physically back, rippling her curly bangs behind her head and tugging her golden hoop earrings against her earlobes. The breath of nature swooshed against her face as she squinted against its fury before Mia decided to give up completely on the front door.
It was strangely... exhilarating.
Running back down to the first floor where her room was, she quickly unhooked her earrings and left them on her desk. No sense getting her ears torn and losing her treasured jewelry. Then, she left through the back door downstairs where the wind wasn’t actively barring her exit.
The whipping air was overwhelming!
Mia wrapped her large buttoned shirt tight around her petite body as she braved the force and fury of the winds. The route to class was longer through this exit, but what choice did she have? Fortunately, the wind was behind her back, so it wasn’t like trying to climb a mountain while a deluge poured against her, obstructing her climb.
And unfortunately, the wind nipped at her knee length skirt, blowing the back of it between her legs, driving it deep into the grooves of Mia’s ass. She squealed and tried to fish it out as the front of her skirt billowed outward. It almost felt like she was being propelled forward while her skirt caught the air and acted like a parachute! The cold air blowing across her cotton white panties ignited a strange, not unpleasant feeling between her legs, caressing her like a forceful lover.
Mia tried to ignore the insistent and strangely warm sensation as she shifted her focus with her hands, trying to keep her skirt down. It was like that image in black and white of this beautiful blonde woman having her skirt blown up! How embarrassing!
As she pressed the fabric down with one hand, Mia touched her own pubic slightly swollen mound, feeling that strange heat emanating strongly, piercing through her skirt to her naked hand. The wind seemed to pick up at that exact moment, and the poor dark-skinned girl almost lost her footing, both from the blowing force itself, and then sudden unsteadiness of her slender legs.
Mia gulped as the fierce gust continued to howl and whisper, chilling the tops of her ears as they flapped about in the wind. While one hand held her skirt down, rubbing involuntarily and subconsciously, her other hand alternated between warming her ear and trying to keep her hair from blowing way in front of her, like those trees she’d seen that had their branches totally inverted. Every time she touched her forehead to push that frazzled mess back against her skull, she could feel the wind whipping at it, causing her little afro to rub against her pinkie finger and lash the back of her hand with its wild flailing.
“Eep!” Mia gasped, her voice swallowed by the din of the zephyrs and carried off into the ether. She made her way through the winding road, awkwardly shuffling with both hands occupied as the twists and turns meant the wind swatted her from all sides. Sometimes, even while she remained on a straight path, the storm would take a sudden change in direction, not just left to right or front to back, but even snaking underneath her to nearly blow the lightweight girl off her feet!
The poor girl began to run, heading on the quickest path to Professor Hinkley’s lecture hall. The Fayette campus was a large ring that the students could walk the circumference of, but class was on the opposite side, and the quickest path was a straight line. That involved crossing the dug out park in the certain of campus where many students took their lunch and sat on the grassy fields or nearby benches to study, socialize, or recruit for their clubs.
Mia squealed again as the wind lifted her off her feet, launching her forward as if she’d been shot from a cannon! She was basically flying through the air! It blew her in the direction of the lower elevation park, almost as if goading her in. She thought once she was down there, the rising bowl around the sides would protect from the weather.
She had second thoughts for a brief moment as she saw branches breaking and being spun away over the horizon. The wind looked like it traveled in one direction before unexpectedly reversing course, twisting the trees around as a cyclone of leaves swirled in a huge, clockwise funnel.
Mia had reservations. Perhaps the roundabout route was best?
While she stood at the lip of the bowl and pondered which route to take, the wind slowed down and gently whispered in her ear to enter the downward curve to the park. A sudden burst of wind actually sent Mia’s hand flying away from her head, ripping the cute little hair ribbon from its nest and sending it flying while Mia had been distracted.
“No!” she cried.
The wind almost whispered in her ear, soothing her with a tantalizing “Shh.” She could feel its hypnotic voice goading her in. It certainly helped that a low, back and forth seesawing breeze was grinding her sopping wet panties back and forth, back and forth where her thighs met.
Wet? When had that happened? What was Mia feeling!?
The cool, gentle touch billowed her skirt forward and back as it continued to grind those throbbing, swollen petals of her womanhood. Mia bit her lip as the wind found its way there next, caressing her thick folds. Was this... was this what arousal felt like?
Suddenly, the wind picked up. Violently. It traced down her neck and billowed outward, making her clothes inflate like a balloon! The top button of her inner white blouse popped open, unable to take the pressure. Her unbuttoned outer layer flew open, her uptight collar splaying out and flapping fiercely, cracking like a whip while that wind stroked her neck, down and down those long, graceful lines, its ethereal, ephemeral touch so cool against the light sheen of sweat that Mia had built up, both from exertion and arousal. It was like a lover’s touch, but infinitely better. Tantalizing and transient, invisible and unstoppable.
Mia couldn’t decide! She was struggling internally, facing a terrifying decision. She’d never, ever felt this way before! But she had to get to class! Not to mention the potential bodily harm she could incur if she went down into the swirling funnel below, strong enough to uproot small trees and sending them flying. She was so modest, conservative, and demure...
And almost as if the wind sensed her hesitation and that she needed a little push, it blew a puff toward her as she teetered back and forth on her toes in her indecision, sending her flying into its realm below.
“Whoaaa!” Mia yelped, wiggling her outstretched arms for balance as she landed on the downhill slope. It was too dangerous to try to halt in her tracks; she had to follow her momentum downhill if she was going to come out of this uninjured!
Down and down she went, her backpack slamming into her back before even a gust of wind tore the old, worn strap off. Off balance and bearing weight that was now favoring one side, Mia began to spin as she tried to hold onto the one remaining strap and her heavy bag loaded with thick textbooks. She grimaced and grit her teeth, fearing for her life. Her thick, puffy lips were forced open by the air, flapping against the patch of skin right above it and below the bridge of her cute little button nose. She yelled in fear, which allowed the wind entry into her gaping mouth, massaging her gums and puffing out her cheeks from the inside, causing them to ripple like rapid little waves on the ocean!
And the whole time, her body burned ever hotter and hotter despite the cold, swirling air.
She finally unclenched the arm that was pinning the remaining strap of her backpack to her body. Pulling it away from her breast, she let the backpack go, watching in dismay as it, like some of the smaller trees, fly off into the distance. Still, without that weight dragging her body around, she could finally slow her spinning and try to control her own body. Mia skidded along the paved road, coming to a relative standstill.
Without her arm pinning her outer shirt to body, the lower portion of it began to billow out like a parachute as well. The wind rushed into her sleeves, making her look like a puffy marshmallow mascot. Mia wobbled on her feet, too woozy from spinning like a top to actually stand without losing her balance.
A loud rip, and the tearing of wool and fabric caught her attention.
The weather was blowing so hard it was positively shredding her clothes! Her outer shirt was coming apart at the seams! And when she turned her head to see what was happening on her shoulder, her golden rimmed glasses thwipped off of her face, leaving her already diminished, dizzied vision blurrier than before.
Mia tried to hold on to her left sleeve with her right hand, only for her right sleeve to rip and crumble away first. She tried to climb back out of the dugout bowl, but it was way too hard to ascend the hill against the wind! Her legs burned from exertion. She couldn’t even tell if she was going the correct direction as her vision spun around her. The poor, windswept girl squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed them as the other sleeve was finally done for as well.
Another blast sent her teetering back down into the deepest part of the valley, taking the rest of her checkered shirt. She squealed, completely helpless and at the mercy of the wind. She tried to hold onto her skirt to preserve her modesty; the wind blew into her blouse and caressed her small, rounded breast, ripping another button off her blouse. She flung her hands across her chest to prevent her final layer of clothing from blowing away; the wind tugged at her hair with so much force that it actually straightened her natural afro. She placed a hand on her hair; the wind tore at her skirt and panties like a hungry lover, crippling her and causing her to bend over double in arousal as she moaned. Then, it filled her mouth with another sweet breath of the gods.
A resisting Mia secretly loved the struggle. The fear was thrilling. She wanted her clothes to be ripped off her body, despite her best efforts! Her pussy gushed as never before experienced tingles radiated from her womb, up her spine, making the fine hairs on her body and arms stand up straight as though electrified. She stumbled forward, leaning into the sensation of being windblown, feeling the violent vectors of the wind rub across all of her body, all of her skin. Like grass on a plain, her hairs swayed back and forth as her earth-colored skin began to ripple against the gravity of the storm.
And as if reading her mind, the wind suddenly twisted, changing direction, and blowing all of the buttons out of her blouse at once.
Mia screamed in pleasure as her spine arched beautifully, her chest thrusting forward as the wind tore her clothes off! Then, it violently changed direction once more, slamming across Mia’s exposed front and flayed out arms, bending them back and causing the blouse to fly off as well!
It was too much! The wind was strong! Far too strong! When it was at her back, she felt as if she could move in low gravity, every step lifting her off the floor. And when it pushed at her from above, she felt she could do nothing but supplicate to it—all while it continued to massage her gushing nether region. She could feel something new, something devastatingly erotic rub against her panties. That localized cluster of wonderfully sensitive nerves grinding against the fabric gave her shivers all over, racing up her spine and sending tingles to the extended tips of her fingers, her toes, and making tickling, pleasurable pricks in her overloaded brain.
Mia quickly made her way to a fairly large, old, smooth tree trunk. Smooth? Had the wind ripped away its bark too!?
Just on time, the most powerful gust so far actually lifted Mia off her feet when she was standing still! It scooped up her legs like a lover picking up her entire body to carry her toward a private bedroom for a night of passion. Or so she imagined. But she was outdoor, in a park, getting her clothes torn off against her will as she was about to turn into yet another object that the storm flung through the air.
She caught onto the tree trunk with both hands and hung on for dear life. As she grabbed onto that lifeline, her legs inclined further and further upward, cushioned by a bed of wind as her body turned completely parallel to the earth below!
The wind really went to work now, gushing straight over the contours of her skin, over her entire body. The skirt blew off of her hips immediately, getting caught on one of her shoes and whipping about like a flag on a breezy day, only about ten times as hard. Her plaid, checkered shirt soon went flying away. She was wearing only her bra, her nearly transparent panties, and her shoes now.
“Nnnng! Noooo!” Mia cried, secretly wanting, practically begging for more. Her nipples poked through her everyday bra for the first time in her life.
The wind obliged. It tore the thin straps off of her bra, sending the cups flying away. Then, the cool air brushed her nipples, causing those chocolate peaks to engorge further, harder, stiffer than she’d ever experienced before. The pleasure was unbearable! She didn’t know what was happening, but her brain was tingling like crazy. Just a little more across those aching tips, and Mia thought she would, she would, she’d...
“Oh my goddddddd!” she screamed, her entire body tensing and squeezing with unfamiliar, involuntary force!
The red flush of her chest was visible despite her chocolate colored skin. Her nipples were being beaten, battered, bounced back and forth as the wind caressed her smooth ,elegant shoulders, pressing hard enough into the skin of her arms and back, causing her skin to ripple and bubble. The ethereal massage only intensified what she could only assume was the orgasm passing through her body. Her neck and collarbone bulged as she tried to process the violent sensation assaulting her from both inside and out. Her vagina gushed a thin stream of nectar as it pulsed, angry for stimulation.
“More!!” she ordered to nobody in particular, still hanging on for dear life. But she wasn’t afraid anymore. Her newfound strength and burning lust took over, and she asserted her will. She wanted more! She needed more.
Right on time, the wind began to focus its forces on her tight little butt. Her entire body was being tenderized, her skin yielding over and over to the wind’s hammering, bouncing up and down, sending little aftershocks through the million points where the air pricked her skin. Her soft thighs, her calves, her shoulders... it was a symphony, a ballet, an absolute fucking dance of sexual glory taking place all over her body.
And at the height of the musical piece unfolding, at the very tip of its climax, the wind began to flick and lash at her glistening, protruding clitoris.
“YESSSSS!” Mia hissed like the wind, becoming one with its otherworldly pleasure.
Overwhelmed and absolutely blown away by a chain of unbroken orgasms, the air fucked Mia’s cunt with wanton abandon, causing her lips to flap as it filled her with a cylinder of air, battered her body as she absorbed its blows easily, her skin flowing and reforming its shape like water, getting her little love bud teased and pressed against, a separate little eddy of air twisting and swirling around that protrusion. It felt better than any experimental, clueless touching that she’d done for herself.
And for the finishing blare of crashing drums and blinding lights, the wind pried open her dripping pussy lips, held her for just a teasing, tanalizing second, and then fired into her with all the force and fury of Heaven and Hell colliding, filling her inner folds with the stimulation she so desired. It crept into every crevice, every bump, slamming into her G-spot, teasing, twisting, grinding, pushing against her sexual gland over and over and over as her entire body felt like it was about to melt, boiling into a soup of unbridled lust and carnal satisfaction that she’d never known possible.
Finally, the storm died down. Mia collapsed onto the relative soft but devastated earth. The ground smelled of fresh peat with a tinge of electricity in the air. She panted in exhaustion.
Oh god! She was naked!
Mia took a 360 degree view, thankful that the storm had driven everyone away. Forget about class! She had to get dressed!
As she wobbled back to her dorm room on unsteady legs with one arm draped across her chest and one hand covering her privates, she wondered: would she ever feel like this again?
