AUTHORS NOTE: It has been a long time since I submitted anything new. This is a fictional story and all name and description or of my own imagination. There is very little sex and it is not graphically described. If this is not what you seek, please pass my story by, I prefer you not be disappointed. It is a short story of about 1200 words.
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A Stormy Night.
It was a dark stormy night, well early evening really. Yes, I know that is a very clichΓ© 'opening, in this case, it was accurate. The storm had spent the whole day slowly rolling in. I live out in the county about a quarter mile off the main road. I have lots of window's, so I had a front row seat to this storm. I had already started a fire in the fireplace, grabbed a book I had been reading and was enjoying a whiskey as I read. I had adjusted the chair so I could enjoy storm watching as I read. This serenity was shattered with a loud clap of thunder followed 10 minutes later by the doorbell and a beating on the door.
There she stood, soaked to the skin under her clothes. Her flame red hair still curly and wavy even though it was hanging soaking wet about her shoulders. Her white knit top clinging to her so tightly you could see she had a pink bra on.
"I need to use your phone" is all she said as she walked past me. I looked down the drive to the road for her car only to see it in the ditch by the intersection.
"Miss are you okay? Is that car yours?" I was able to ask as I watch a tight cute ass walking away from me.
"I am fine. My cell phone is lost somewhere in the car and no flashlight to look for it. I need to call work and my dad to come to get me."
I showed her to the den. I told her she could use my cell phone as my land line was out right now. I pointed over where I had been sitting and my cell was next to the book and whiskey. She spotted my whiskey, walked over picked it up, downed it and picked my phone. As she made the calls she stood in front of the fire.
Then to my total shock, after she got off the phone, she started stripping her wet clothes off. In less than a couple minutes she was naked and warming herself in front of the fire. I calmingly as I could go over and added two more logs to the fire and then stoked it, so it had a bigger, warmer fire.
"You might as well look. I know you want to know if I am a true redhead. I am, see!" She did that motion of using both hands to point at her pussy and a bright red thick landing strip. I glanced, then stared at her tits. They were as perfect as could be C-cups and they had the same freckles as the ones on her face. I was enthralled.
I gained control enough to leave the room long enough to go make her hot chocolate and get a big comforter to put around her for warmth. When I got back, she was trying to brush her hair out. I walked up handed her the warm drink which she took gladly and used a big towel to dry her hair and then she took it and dried the rest of her. I left the wrap for her and took her clothes off the floor and took them to the laundry to get them washed and dried.