Thursday, June 19, 2014

Typhoon


Two days ago (june 9, 2014), we had some of the most impressive thunderstorms I ever seen. It started at night and lasted two hours, two hours of a fabulous sound and light show : so many flash of lightning that the sky was perfectly white, so clear that the public lights seemed ridiculous and useless ; thunder constantly roaring, giving the feeling to be under the fire of thousands of guns and bombers.

It reminded me of that day in 1985, that was no less tremendous.

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Tokyo, October 1985


All TV channels were warning, for the last two days, that a giant typhoon was approaching Japan.
The biggest and strongest they are, the slower they move. Yesterday, the news became sure and alarming : after hiting the Nagoya area, it’ll move north-east, straight to Kanto whith Tokyo at the center, forecasted around 15:00 with winds between 100Km/h to 180Km/h at the strongest (55 miles per hour to 100 mph). The japanese president of the company I worked with decided that we’ll work until midday then go home because such a monster typhoon : around 800 Km in diameter (450 miles) moving at less than 25Km/h, may cause serious damages during the following 48 hours.

At the said time, the company closed and I moved to our manshion. The wind was already moderately blowing.

When I arrived, Yooki had already secured the flower pots inside the flat, leaving the balcony empty and deserted… The children were in their room with the shutters closed… That was not our first nor our last typhoon, we were used to, but it was the first time I was at home because of it.

From the windows and from the balcony of our 4th floor, I could see people rushing in the street to  take cover as quickly as possible… and rain not yet falling ; people were shuting their homes as hermetically as possible… wind was not yet a tempest. I stood for quite a long time on our balcony, enjoying the wind and the growing anguish. Then I was back in the living room, took the ropes from the drawer and…


Yooki was stark naked within seconds, not difficult with only a skirt and a T-Shirt to strip. Within minutes her wrists and ankles were fitted with independent not so tight ropes. When she understood what I had in mind, it was too late, she was on the balcony.

Tied to the balcony guardrail, arms, then legs spreaded to the uprights, she was facing the outside, visible from the main street, from the houses under our building and from two other manshions 300 meters away. Risk there was, but very limited, almost all japanese inhabitants had allready shut himself or herself away and people in the street were much more carefull with the growing wind than what was happening over their direct horizon. But, fortunately Yooki was not in a state to understand such subtleties when panicked as she was and I had to explain. She cooled down, but it gave me another idea.

The real risk was our neighbours, the flat next to ours, just separated between balconies by a sheet of ground glass only ; any move on any side was evident and bending only a little over the rail allowed a full view… and chatting . In fact, I had to put my finger on my lips to have her shutting up when I saw a move on the other side of the glass, but the howling of the wind was covering efficiently her moanings.

Once fixed facing the world, I could leave her alone meditating and go to play a bit with the children : the girl was already 5 and our son was to be 2 in some days. « Papa ! Where is Mama ? » Asked  our daughter. « She’s out now. She’ll certainly be back later when you sleep… »  Then I put a VHS cartridge in the video deck and switched on the TV set. Then went to have a look in the wardrobe, feeling victorious when I found a huge bright orange and yellow Nina Ricci scarf.

Back to the bay window and the view of my wife facing the world and the fury of elements. Outside, it was raining now but the building itself and the balcony at the floor above were still spared. Therefore the puddle on the concrete between her legs and around her right foot was not rain but a loss of control. The rain was now rushing by waves pushed by a wind gaining in force. The noise was covering all sounds from where I was : the TV speakers in the other room as well as the Yooki’s cries outside. The wind will turn, that’s the rule with a typhoon small or big the same.

I opened slightly the sliding bay window and sliped outside just to be assaulted by the demonic gusts of the wind. What will it be when it’ll blow directly toward this side of the building ? I came behind my wife and caressed her back with the tip of my fingers. She looked at me with eyes sheding tears that were immediately flown away by the blow, pleading to be freed. I made the remark that she was having the goose pimples in spite of the hot and damp weather, so I brought a scarf to protect her throat. As soon as said, the  scarf was knoted around her neck, leaving a big fold of cloth flapping in the wind. She understood with a delay : a bright colored flag was moving, perfect to attract the attention of any persons peeping ouside from the relative calm of their residences. I left her struggling with the ropes and returned to the living to prepare the afternoon snack of the kids and insert another VHS in the deck before considering again Yooki’s interesting situation outside.

Between the change of the cartridges, the Tokyo TV channel was informing that the « eye » of the typhoon will pass south of Tokyo over Yokohama and that it’s moving speed was increasing while winds will not reach the previous strengh forecast. Better forecast on one side, but on the balcony, understanding was different : wind had turned and was whipping Yooki with all available rain possible.

She was no more the perfect wife having her hair looking nice in all situations even the worse, but a
witch with trickling down damp hair flaping around. Only regret, the damp scarf remained half sagging, but there was nobody in the street, cars or pedestrians the same ; easy to understand why when I saw tiles from a roof flying horizontally accross the road. Good to be at the 4th floor, 15 meters above  ground level.

Each wave of drops were slashing Yooki’s shin like, perhaps better than a Cat-O-Nine-Tails. She was contracting, relaxing, blocking her moves, all in one or two seconds only. She was so admirable, so beautiful, so heroic that I felt being unfair. I took off my clothes, but before joining her outside, I took some large towels from the wardrobe and spread them on the ground in front of the sliding door opening. Once out, I was grabbed by a wind not really willing to accept me, the shock nearly sent me down and I had to grasp the guardrail and hold it tight to reach my beloved wife. Rain was really whipping, no other word could have been correct and the situation was giving me a hard on, a whipped one, a crazy one.

When I secured my position on her back, holding the metal with one hand, tickling her nipples with the other, she perfectly knew my state of mind, thank to my rigid cock between her buttocks. My free hand tickled down and found a clitoris quite raised, then it could check that she was much, much weter and  much more slippery than expected, near of an unexpected orgasm. My fingers on her bud helped her to reach it and when I introduced my thing  into her, the less I could say is that I was more than welcome.
Rain or not, pain or not the same, she was overboard and me too.

I may last long, but in that case, repeat as much as she wanted was no more human. The real problem was when I untied her from the guardrail, ankles first, but she was able to stand only because of her tied posture, and when I freed one of her wrists, she collapsed on the ground, sitting in the water  accumulated on the balcony, water waiting for space in the drain.

Getting back inside the flat was an olympic performance : wind refusing the limp weed named Yooki to move on, pushing me away when we progressed of 20 cm. More than 20 minutes, until she laid on the towel after I closed the sliding door. She was out of her brain, I was exhausted with again a major hard on. She was laying on the floor without move, with the ropes still around wrists and ankles and the scarf around her neck. I fucked her again quietly this time. Her vagina was still more than welcoming.

She was having such silent and peaceful orgasm as she had frequently and I could have continued quite long if the voice of our daughter did not called me : « Papa ! The movie is finished »
I had to move, leaving Yooki as she was were she was.

A good pervert may be a perfect father. I took care of the kids : bath, diner, sleep. When I returned to the living, my Yooki was deep sleeping on the wet towels. I undid the scarf, the ropes and passing my hand on her skin saw that in some places there were some bruises left. No bath that night and I carried her to bed. End for that day.


Yooki’s absolute worry in Japan has always been saving face and reputation. To be exposed in such a way « in public » had been worse than suffering from weather, even if nobody had seen her.
The following days, she was looking at anyone she crossed in our surrounding, thinking they had been delighted by her exhibition. Then she cooled down.

Nobody ? Ten days later, she found in our mail box a large envelope. No address, no sender, just someone put it in the box. It contained half a dozen of poor quality telephotographies without doubt about the central thema on the glossy paper.

Loved it !


Rope


14 years later, when I saw the last sequence of Pigfarm (Insex posted on March 1, 2003), my memory and Yooki’s surfaced like crazy. Most of what we felt during the typhoon surfaced.
Then several years later, someone explained that lightning hit the Farm at that moment. We understood so well. It was it !

(If you don’t know go to see for
Pigfarm posted on 03/01/2003
« archives » because it had to close because of censure in the US.

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