It was late. I had just closed a nice deal. I work from my home office so I rarely wear much since I live alone. My last girlfriend left saying I worked too much and played to little. I thought about that a lot after she left. She is right. I had spent the last dozen years since college making boatloads of money, but hadn't done much of anything I would call fun. So I decided to take a drive and clear my head.
I went to the garage. Selected the keys to my old Nova, grabbed a towel and drove off. From the title of this story you may gather that I took the towel because I was naked. You would be correct.
I was driving along listening to the classic radio station, when I spotted something up ahead. As I got closer I could tell it was a tall woman. She was covered in mud and barely wearing anything. For a second I considered that I was naked and that could be taken wrong by the police. What was I to do though? She was obviously in need of help. I pulled the towel out from under me and put it on my lap. So I pulled the Nova over and without being offered she pulled the door open and jumped into my car.
"Drive" she said.
For the next five minutes she told me where to turn and kept looking over her shoulder to be sure we weren't being followed I guessed.
When she finally seemed to think we were in the clear, she asked, "Are you naked?"
"Uh, yes, sorry. I was just out driving trying to clear my head after working a very long day."
"Do you have another towel or a shirt or something. My clothes seem to have seen better days. They were ripped to shreds after I went through some sticker bushes."
"I only have the one towel, but if you want it it is yours."
"Well, I would like to get this mud and stuff off of me and find out if I am bleeding much or just scratched to smithereens." With that she grabbed my towel and began wiping the mud from her face.
"I must ask, should I call the police? Did someone attack you?"
"No, please don't call the police. There is no need. Lets just say a date went badly, but no so bad that the police need to be involved."
The more I saw of her the more I realized that she was bleeding from a few wounds. "I think I should take you back to my house and get you cleaned up. I would take you to the emergency room, but I don't want to answer a lot of questions about driving around naked with a mostly naked bleeding woman in my car. Sorry. And the cuts don't look very deep."
"Thank you. I understand your point. I also don't want to have to answer a bunch of questions about being a mostly naked bleeding woman. You don't live far I trust?"
"Not very far, no. Just a few more minutes driving." We drove on until I saw my mailbox. I turned into my driveway and pushed the gate closed button and then the garage door open button. We got out of the car and looked at each other. From what I could see she was at least 6' 3" with almost black hair and sapphire blue eyes and breasts to complement her stature. OK, they were at least a DD cup. Me, I am 5'10, green eyes, in reasonable condition, and weigh in at a measly 160lbs.
"Come lets get you cleaned-up. There is a shower just over there in the corner. Sorry it isn't private. Mostly it is just me here and that was built to satisfy OSHA. In case I get drenched in coolant or oil or something."
She nodded and went to the shower and began pealing off her clothes. "I expect you don't mind me just stripping these rags off. After all you are butt naked."
"Not at all."
"You can just toss everything into the trashcan. I don't want a reminder of tonight. And, besides they are ruined anyway." She turned the OSHA shower on and stepped under the cold water. The forceful shower quickly washed the mud from her body. When she was stripping her clothes off, she had been moving, bending over and such. Now she was just standing under the water. What a vision. She could have been a bikini model. She had long legs, a flat stomach, and her breasts though large barely sagged. Though they did move quit nicely.
She saw me looking at her and smiled. "Enjoying the view? I don't mind. I work hard to keep this body looking like this. I've been trying to break into modeling, but I won't fuck the guys handing out the modeling contracts so I don't get one."
"That is a shame they wont sign you to a contract. You are a smoking hot woman if you don't mind me saying so."
"Thank you. But I knew I had your vote before you said that. Your dick has been pointing at the ceiling for the last six minutes. It is a nice dick in case nobody ever told you."
"Thank you. Uh, we do have a dilemma though. None of my clothes are going to fit you. I would offer you a bathrobe, but I don't have any. And my towels might not be big enough to work either."
"Well, what to do? Firstly can you check me for serious cuts?"
"Oh, yes of course. Follow me over to the bench. The First Aid Kit is just over here."
"So here we are, sitting in my garage. We are both naked and I haven't even introduced myself. Hello, I am Zachary Smith. This is of course my home. Or at least my garage."
"Michele Klink, pleased to meet you. You have a very nice garage. With some very nice cars. I am sorry I got mud all over the seat of your car."
"Yes, after I treat your cuts and scrapes I will clean up the Nova."
"I can do that. It was my mess that messed up you car."
"Nonsense. But if you want to help I will be happy to accept."
"Deal."
"OK, turn away from me. I'll check your back." At first I looked her over from head to foot looking for any serious cuts. Not seeing anything too serious, nothing more than simple bandages wouldn't fix. I looked again at her bare back, legs and bottom. "I don't see anything too serious yet. I'll need to rub some ointment all over your backside and put some bandages on a few, but you were lucky I guess that it wasn't worse. I must say however, that the view from here is just as good as it was before you turned around."
"Again I appreciate the complement. Do you have a spare towel?"
I went to the cupboard and got her a dry towel. She tried to wrap it around herself, but it was just too small. Not even long enough to secured around her waist let alone her bust.
"Oh, well. Looks like I will be naked for awhile. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. Having a beautiful woman naked in my house is my most favorite dream. Now, let me check you for more injuries. Please sit down and I will check your feet." She sat on my mechanics stool and I kneeled on the floor with one of her feet on my knee. Again, remaining professional until I had checked both feet. Given our positions I couldn't help but look up and see her cunt. Don't judge me harshly because I call her womanhood a cunt. To me it is a term I use for the glorious flower that is woman. Hers is perfect to me. Devoid of pubic hair and slightly open. I don't know if her slightly open state was the way she always was or if in our present situation she is excited.
"Your feet need to be wrapped. I'll spread some ointment on them then wrap them. You should not walk on them for a day or so."
"Am I to be your captive now?" Michele looked to be half worried and half amused.
"No you are free to go if that is your wish. I will take you anywhere you want to go or call a taxi for you if that is your wish. My vote is for you to be my guest for as long as you would care to remain here. But it is your vote that counts not mine."
"I will think about that. Firstly though, would you continue with the First Aid? I seem to be bleeding on your floor a bit."
Really, most of her injuries had stopped bleeding already so there were just a few that needed more than just an application of antiseptic ointment. I went for my supplies, cleaned and dressed her wounds, then escorted her to my living room and the couch. I would have liked to be a real gentleman and carry her to the couch, but she weighed at least as much as me and I am not fit enough to carry her more than a few feet without dropping her. I had to settle for her throwing an arm around my shoulders and my arm around her naked waist to help take all the pressure off her feet.
"Thank you kind sir." She said after we got her to the couch.
"Do you want a blanket or something to cover-up?"
"What is the point? You have seen up close every inch of me already. And I am comfortable naked with you. And wrapping myself up in a sheet just seems like too much effort. You don't plan on getting dressed do you? Please don't. I like the way you look."
"If that is your wish, I will of course remain naked. I am usually naked at home. Except when I have company of course. I'll make an exception in your case, since you asked so nicely. Oh, where are my manners? Would you like anything to eat or drink?"
"Please. Something light would be nice. My date ended before dinner."
"Does a chef salad sound good? And what do you want to drink?"
"A chef salad sounds great. And just some ice water please. I want to stay sober."
"Sure, coming right up." I went to the fridge and pulled out everything I needed for the salad. And began chopping. Throwing it all into a salad bowl. Soon I had it all together and got her her ice water. Taking it all to the couch where she had turned sideways stretching her feet out. I put her water on the side table and gave her the salad bowl. She began eating like she hadn't eaten in a week. Michele soon gave me the empty bowl. "More?"
"No. That was just so good I just couldn't stop. And I have always been a fast eater. Growing up, if you didn't eat quickly your food got taken by the others."
That sounded odd to me. "Where did you grow up where you had to eat so fast? Were there a lot of people in your family?"
"I don't usually tell people, but I'm an orphan. I was left as a baby at the fire department. No idea who my parents are. Guess I wasn't anyone's idea of a beautiful baby as I was never adopted."
"Well, you are beautiful now. I can't imagine you weren't a beautiful baby. I am so sorry that your life had such a hard beginning."
