We’re (Wael and I) shooting every third day for our onlyfans blog – which is doing amazing by the way, more on that later. As per usual, Wael shows up at about 2pm and goes for a swim while I put on my best makeup and dig up three or four sizzling hot outfits for the photos and videos we’re about to shoot.
Now I don’t ever do nudes , but I had a few requests for some ‘ungodly hot’ photos that I was going to send privately and therefore to add that extra level of “holy shit” to my photos I decided to go black partially seet through dinner dress without bra or panties. But by the time Wael came up to my ‘penthouse’ condo (tongue in cheek as it’s on the top floor with no other similarities) we had lost the ambient sunlight that was supposed to shine through my room’s 30 foot window – through my dress – and light my junk on fire for the camera lens.
“We’d better hurry and shoot outside before that hits us” I said, pointing to ominous black clouds that were quickly rolling in.
By the time the elevator doors to the fifth floor swimming pool opened it had already begun to rain and the wind was starting to kick up. I got Wael to capture the ambiance of the rain as I walked in front of the camera showing off the curves of my ass for my Twitter and then the rest of my body and face for our onlyfans subscribers.
The wind was whipping my hair around so though it was beginning to rain harder we stayed outside and I got her to take several shots of the wind playing with my hair and hoping the raindrops pounding my cleveage would make for an exciting shot or two.
Just as we stopped recording that brief five minute photo set there was a whoosh – a big whoosh – if I could write it it’d be as dramatic as the word effects in Dr.Seuss’s Green Eggs & Ham. WHOOSH , and right in front of us one of those white sun bathing chairs was lauched into the pool as if Luke Skywalker had force pushed it himself.
As if somebody turned the shower handle to the “Ludicrous Pressure” setting , rain began to fall sideways instantly soaking us and we made a dash for the door leading to the common sitting room / kitchen and from within watched lawn chair after lawn chair get tossed into the pool.
She looked at me and I at her , we both rolled our eyes agreeing silently that the photo shoot wasn’t going to happen at all. The rocking thunder that blasted our ears a second later confirmed that thought and she rightfully so – said her goodbyes and caught the condo’s songtaew to the bts before the storm worsened.
And worsen it did.
The moment I opened the door to my condo and flicked on the lights … which sit 30 feet above me on top of that massive cathedral ceiling … I realized that the room was still 90% dark at 3pm, even with those lights on. There was a “clack clack clack” sound coming from the balcony door and I saw that my clothes drying hanger had capsized to the left and the wind was banging the pole against the metal over and over … clackity clack , clackity clack.
I opened the door to grab my soaking wet clothes and I maybe got a small idea of what a fire’s backdraft might feel like as my ears popped and the wind punched me a step backwards. Yes, punched, that’s what it felt like.
So you know that scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy sees the tornado approaching and there’s an immediate sense of urgency and stress about her? I tried slamming the balcony door closed but the wind was keeping it well ajar while the horizontal rain was pelting my eyes so hard I could barely see. Finally I got the door closed and was able to look out the window for the first time … and that’s when that Dorothy effect hit me.
Outside , maybe 100 meters away, was a cloud blacker than death screaming towards my window. Scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, hands down.
The lights flickered, and there was a Green Eggs and Ham Crack. Not a rumble, and certainly not a booming sound, but a crack that sounded like hell had opened up outside my 38th floor window.
For a second I sat on the fence about whether it’d be wise to take the elevator down and risk a power outage or to make the 15 minute decent down the stairwell.
I say a second because about two seconds in total after that crack was blinding white light.
5 minutes. I made it down those stairs in five minutes flat, maybe 4 because I was leaping down seven maybe eight steps at a time using the handrail to cushion the landing.
I pushed the ground floor big blue wooden door open to find myself beside a book room which I never knew existed until that very moment. I strode through the book room and into the pool room – also seeing that for the first time.
The first door I happened across needed my key card which i pulled out of my tiny silver hand purse and I opened the door …. to the lobby – where no less than … oh say 25 people were taking shelter in as well. Including the condo workers who were running in and out to collect the fallen trees I’d say there were about 40 in total.
And all were staring at me.
Why? Because I was still wearing my black see through photo shoot dress – which was soaked to the boob – because I still wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. My nipples were saying hello to all the men there louder than I could ever possibly speak.
‘Click.’ The door sealed shut behind me.
Instantly about 10 men accompanied by their girlfriends were dragged by their ear further down the hallway , way past the elevators to the secondary lobby.
Behind me, I shit you not, the 20 feet tall decorative trees were bending horizontal from the wind and one by one were being toppled over and blown like wooden spears along the condo’s driveway … the sound of the huge metalic pots they had been housed in creating an ungodly screeching sound as they were blown by the hurricane* like winds. (I’ve never been in a hurricane, but that must have been a taste of what it must feel like.)
Not one man paid any attention to the javelin trees hurtling along the ground being chased by 10 Thai workers in hot pursuit. Nope. Every eye was firmly trained upon either my soaking wet nipples peeking out from thin wet black fabric … or they were gawking at the lips of my pussy thanks to my wet dress clinging to them like they were molded to my junk.
One hour, that’s how long that storm lasted in all its violence. Not one man left that lobby.
In fact, more joined. By the time 4:30pm rolled around there must have been a hundred guys in the lobby … and 30 or so more in what was now the impromptu “couples only lobby” down the hall.
I’ve never seen such sad faces as when the rain suddenly let up and the skies brightened.
Fast forward to this morning , I’d been up all night learning photoshop and color correcting the few photos we had taken that come 7am I realized I still hadn’t eaten since Wael had arrived at 2pm the day before. I was crazy hungry , but rather than cook in my tiny kitchen I figured nobody would be in the huge common kitchen downstairs.
So I grabbed some eggs from the fridge and headed downstairs to cook. This mom comes in with her son, about 6 years old maybe , he’s off to school no doubt. But she sees me , and I’m wearing tshirt and jeans – she does an emergency 180 degree turn and a second later is nearly dragging the kid down the hallway to get away from me.
I smiled. Why? Two reasons really. For one, that was pretty much the same reacion every parent had when they saw me coming to say hi to their kid after or before school. And two , I knew from that moment on I’d probably have that kitchen all to myself every day for the next 11 months.
So who wants to come over for eggs? 🙂