August 11th was the day that Johnnie Sutter was struck by lightning. Or to put it more accurately: August 11th was the day that lightning struck the tree under which Johnnie Sutter was standing, hitting the tree only just above his head.
Was he stunned? Yes.
Was his hair singed? Yes.
Did it make any changes in Johnnie's life? He'd find that out.
It had been a Saturday and he didn't have to work that day. The storm was threatening and he went out. It was a treat for him, fascinated, as he was, by not only nature but the nature of storms and things.
Johnnie Sutter, 23, was an engineer. He'd always been a tinkerer, and being born at the right time, was a computer whiz. He used some of his spare time, constantly, to help friends out with their computer problems, and was never stumped.
He was 6'1" and had a shock of unruly sandy reddish hair. He sported bright blue eyes and was quite a good looking young man.
Following storms and seeking out patterns in them was a hobby of his. Up until that August 10th, he'd never come to any harm in his pursuit.
On that occasion, knowing that the storm was immanent, and that it might be an exciting one, Johnnie put on his yellow slicker raincoat and headed for the hills where he could observe the way the storm developed and how strong it might be, as it passed his area.
That's where he was, when the lightning struck just above his head, rendering him unconscious for many minutes at the base of the tree.
When he woke, he smiled, realizing that he'd come through the experience. He felt for his hair and realized too that his hair had been singed. This made him laugh.
"Good for you, kid," he said to himself.
He stood then and took stock. The only thing he noticed was a bit of a ringing in his ears, from the loudness of the thunder clap that had accompanied the lightning.
"That was so cool!" he mused to himself, as he began to walk back down the hill toward the apartments where he lived.
Johnnie Sutter had been a late life baby and had lost his parents, when he was just coming out of school, with his engineer's degree. It had been a small family and he had no aunts or uncles that he was aware of.
He'd moved into an apartment, after his Mom and Dad were gone. He'd sold their house, not really wanting it and moved to a local city to start his life, kind of, over again. His lovely Mom and Dad had really left him quite well off, a fact that was shared really with no one.
He was, at that time, an apartment dweller, in a lovely neighborhood, with just grand neighbors. Any plans that he might have about a house for himself were put off until later, once he got himself settled.
He got to know his neighbors fairly quickly; they were a very outgoing and pleasant bunch. Among his favorites were the Walker sisters on the next floor up, Linda and Margaret. There were a number of times that he'd been in their apartment to set up their computers and get their network installed. They were really appreciative of the help that he gave them, and were grand to him.
On that day, that August 11th, he wandered home, the buzzing still in his head, with him trying to clear his mind. The mind clearing process only took a few minutes and Johnnie found that he was feeling both clear headed and in a fine mood. His encounter with the storm had left him feeling quite on top of the world.
He wanted to give himself the time that afternoon to think about the experience, and, eventually, to do some kind of testing things to make sure that his mind had not, indeed, been damaged by his run in with the lightning.
He lay down first, after taking his clothes off and using a towel to dry himself off. The buzzing was pretty much faded but wasn't quite gone. The lie down did the trick for him and he woke to find himself feeling really fine.
He did go through a number of mental exercises and found, if anything, that his responses were even sharper than he might have supposed. That pleased him.
"Got through that, old son," he said to himself, a name that his Dad had used with him often enough.
He went out for a bite, after his early evening mental exercises, going to a local pizza place that he enjoyed. He did notice in passing that soften conversations, that he might perviously never have been able to hear, were now quite clear to him.
One couple were having a soft argument about the guy wanting his girlfriend to do a three way with him and a friend and she was being reluctant. It made Johnnie grin inwardly.
Another group of guys were fretting about their inability to 'get laid', as they termed it. It too made Johnnie smile.
Johnnie Sutter had always had a kind of way with the ladies. He never really had to work at it. He tried not to let sex dominate his mind, as it normally did with a guy his age.
Of course, he had his own fascinations. One of his major fascinations was with women's panties. If he would seek out photos on the net at all, and he only did it now and again to tell the truth, it was of women in panties. He loved the idea, in fact, Johnnie was taken by the word itself. He simply felt that the word 'panties' opened the door to a world of lovely sensuality that was all encompassing. Johnnie Sutter had a kind of a panty fetish.
He ate his pizza and drank a beer with it before wandering home to the apartment building.
When he went into the lobby of the apartment building, he met Margaret Walker, who had a huge smile for him.
"Hey, handsome," she said to him and, as was her and her sister's custom, hugged him.
Johnnie Sutter always liked those hugs. They would fuel his attempts later and give him a scene to replay and expand, when he played with himself.
"Hey, yourself, beautiful," he responded, getting a huge grin from her.
They got on the elevator together, making small talk. It was then that it happened. It was then that Johnnie Sutter began to realize what the outcome of his encounter with the storm was.
He lounged in the back of the elevator, as Margaret pushed the buttons for them. The elevator door closed and it slowly lurched into operation.
Margaret Walker was red haired and well built. She was sturdy looking with a nicely shaped butt and rather large breasts. That evening she wore red heels, a gray patterned dress, with red beads around her neck. Johnnie was taking, as usual, all of this in.
He thought, as was his wont, to himself: "I wonder what kind of panties she's wearing. Bet she looks nice in them. Hmm panties."
It was the shriek that woke him from his reveries. Margaret had shrieked, for there she stood wearing now only the red heels she was wearing, her red beads and a pair of thin, red nylon panties.
Johnnie just stared. Margaret stood with her hand over her mouth, as he took in the sight. The panties were thin and he could see, before she turned, her ass crack clearly.
"Magnificent!" he thought.
She turned then and it was now her large breasts, crinkled nipples and, with clarity, her curly pussy hair.
The sight was enough to jolt him from his reverie and then, just as suddenly, she stood there dressed again.
Her eyes were wide.
She said: "What just happened?"
"I don't know," he said; though it should be mentioned that in his mind he felt that he knew what had happened. He also knew that he needed to deal with that later.
"That was so weird," she said.
"Yes," he said, still staring at her and dwelling again on her in her panties.
Then it happened again. She was standing wearing only those red shoes, red beads and the red panties. She shrieked again. Only this time she acted.
She turned to him, pressing the 'stop' button on the elevator.
"Did you do that, Johnnie Sutter?" she asked, going across the elevator to him.
"That?" he said, agog.
"Yes, didn't you see?" she asked, as she got to him.
"You almost naked?" he asked softly.
"Yes, wearing only my red panties," she replied.
"Yes," he said faintly, "Red panties."
"Did you?" she persisted.
"Not sure," he said.
"Try again," she said then. "See if you did."
He concentrated again and this time, to make sure it was him doing it, he thought of her wearing her red shoes and red beads and nothing more.
There she stood, having shrieked again. She was totally naked, except for her red shoes and red beads.
"You demon boy!" she fairly yelled at him, only now she had her arms around him. "You did that."
"Yes, I did!" he said faintly, totally aware of his hands on her naked back.
"Dress me again and come with me," she said urgently.
He let his mind free itself of the thought of her naked except for shoes and beads, and then he had her, still in his arms, only now she was dressed again.
It got a loud giggle from her.
"You're wonderful, Johnnie Sutter," she said. "You come with me."
He leaned back against the elevator and grinned at her. This new kind of power was surging through his mind. He couldn't remove the grin from his face.
They went together to her apartment.
"Linda's not due for a little bit," she said. "You come with me."
When they got into the apartment, and the door was shut, he did it again. He simply cast the thought at her and had her wearing the red panties again, only now the beads and the shoes were set aside on a table, with her dress.
She was making her shrieking noises again and threw herself at him, grabbing him for a kiss. Only this time, he let his hands drift down to the material of her panties.
"Lovely in panties!" he said. "Lovely panties!'
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