Catherine and I moved to South Florida after Hurricane Andrew destroyed Homestead in 1992. By the time we arrived in October, the debris had been largely cleaned up, and rebuilding had begun. 

We got a place in Ft. Lauderdale, where I went to work in construction, and Catherine worked in a local bookstore. Like tourists, we spent our free time seeing the sights from Palm Beach to Key West.

The summer weather was hot and humid, with hurricane season running from June to November. The summer sun evaporated water from the Everglades in the morning, forming clouds that drenched the coastal communities in the afternoon.

The winter weather was beautiful, warm, and sunny, with infrequent rain. The temperature rarely dipped below 45F.

We were fascinated with South Florida’s many unique and different tropical plants and wildlife. We frequently visited the many parks and nature preserves to walk the nature trails or go canoeing to observe the flora and fauna.

Naturally, the fauna I was most interested in observing was Catherine’s fine little body. Sex is always more exciting in the great outdoors; Mother Nature is the voyeur to our erotic exhibition.

One site featured an old fire watch tower sixty feet above the woodland forest floor. Walking along the trail, we could hear the scurrying of unseen creatures, Haitian Curly Tails, and Carolina Anole lizards going about their busy day.

Then there were the Banana Spiders. Harmless but huge, their massive webs spanning from tree to tree, the spiders patiently waited for unwitting prey to fly into their traps. We didn’t see them at first, but Catherine walked face-first into the biggest spider web we had ever seen.

We weren’t dressed for spiderwebs. Catherine wore a sports bra and a tiny pair of shorts with hiking boots, and I wore a tank top and denim shorts with hiking boots.

We aren’t squeamish, but seeing a spider’s web big enough to engulf Catherine was alarming. She didn’t freak out; it was more annoying than anything else. We got the webbing off her and proceeded down the trail, wielding long sticks to clear the spiderwebs ahead.

We finally reached the bottom of the tower and sat on the steps for a break. I teased her about being captured by blonde girl-eating Banana spiders, telling her I didn’t blame them for their diet choice.

She bonked me on the head with her spider web stick and said, “You’re a pervert, Greg. Fire it up.”

“If you wanna get high, follow me,” I said and started up the steps, spider web stick in hand just in case.  

“Smart ass,” she said and followed.

Getting stoned puts her libido in high gear, so I always made sure I had the best weed to smoke with her.

When we got to the top, I handed Catherine the doobie and lit her up.

There was a plaque on the railing explaining the tower's history. The park still maintained the tower, but they no longer manned it. We could see for miles, and the only thing we saw was our car about half a mile away.

We took a few hits off the doobie and saved the rest for later.

I took Catherine in my arms and held her close, sharing a deep, passionate kiss with the love of my life. She was breathtaking. The sun highlighted the hints of red in her hair, and the pupils were dilated in her pretty blue eyes. When she was horny, she blushed, and her breasts swelled noticeably. She was clearly horny now.

We kissed and ran our hands all over each other. Catherine pulled up my shirt to suck my nipples.

“You’re making me horny, slut,” I told her.

She unfastened my shorts and let them drop to the floor, pleased to find out I had gone commando.

“Who’s the slut now?” she asked as held my cock, cupped my balls and started jacking me off. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was on her knees, swallowing me whole.

I unzipped her bra, massaging her gorgeous tits, kneading and squeezing them like I was making bread. I kissed my way down her face to kiss and suck those luscious orbs of alabaster flesh as she continued to jack me off.

Catherine pushed me back against the railing and crouched before me. When she took my thick cock down her throat in one gulp, I unloaded a stream of cum down her throat that shot out of me as one long rope.

Catherine gurgled and choked a little as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. “Oh, God, Catherine! Suck it, baby. Suck it! Mmm…fuck…such a good cocksucker. Oh, slut.”

She sucked out the rest of my sperm and stood up to kiss me. I always kiss her when I cum in her mouth. I knew she loved it when I shared a cum kiss with her, and I enjoyed licking my cum out of her pretty mouth.

It was my turn now. I pushed her against the railing, kneeled in front of her, and pulled down her shorts. Her bushy blonde pussy had just been waxed bald, and she was also going commando.

I looked up at her, and she smiled, saying, “Surprise,” and giggled.

I kissed and licked her bald labia and sucked on her swollen clit.

“Come to Daddy, you little slut,” I said as I hooked two fingers into her bald slit and pulled her towards me.

I laid on my back, and she sat on my face. She put her hands on my belly and ground herself all over my face reverse cowgirl-style and orgasmed a few minutes later, soaking my face with her cum.

Catherine wasn't a squirter like you see in porn movies. She was more like a flooder, her girl juices flowing out of her and soaking my face. I was in heaven, happily licking her bare bottom clean.

Suddenly, lightning struck a tree nearby, causing a huge explosion that split the peaceful day. We both jumped as the pop-up storm blew in. That was close!

The wind picked up, and the rain fell in torrents. Catherine and I looked at each other and laughed like crazy people.

“Fuck me, baby!” I yelled as the storm picked up. Catherine turned around and lowered her tight wet pussy onto my long thick shaft. She rode me like a cowgirl busting a bronco as the wind changed direction, blowing the cool rain sideways and drenching our sweat-soaked bodies.

We yelled sweet nothings to each other over the sound of the beating rain.

“Oh, yeah, Catherine, just like that baby.” She was gripping me with her pussy muscles, squeezing my cock tight. I wanted to cum in her.

“Ooo…Greg. Fuck me, stud. Fuck me, baby.” She said as I bucked up against her, slamming my hips against her as she ground hers against me. All the while, the rain was beating down on us.

We were moaning and shouting, yelling naughty things over the roar of the storm as Catherine’s clutching pussy milked me. I shot several pulses of creamy sperm into her and reached around to finger her ass as she shuddered in a mind-numbing orgasm. She collapsed on top of me, and I held her tight.

Just as suddenly as the storm began, it ended. The sun came out, and the birds began chirping. The scurrying sounds were back, and the lizards resumed their activities. The spiders tended their webs.

Catherine and I laid our clothes on the railing to dry in the sun and spent the afternoon making mad, passionate love at the top of the tower.

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