Scott loved living out in the country. He had bought the old farmhouse a couple of years ago and had just about finished the remodeling projects he had wanted done.... Actually, the house was warm and inviting. A place where you could relax and get away from all the pressures of day to day life. It was Friday evening and the beginning of a long weekend. That was always nice having several days off to do things that he really enjoyed or just being able to kick back and watch the corn grow...
This particular evening however, his plans for the weekend were rapidly being changed. A freak winter storm was blowing in and frigid temperatures would prevail until Wednesday according to the weather report. "Just my luck" Scott muttered to himself as he clicked off the television.... "Four days off and I will have to be stuck inside because of the snow." With this disappointing news, he began to build a fire. That always made him feel somewhat better, the den had a huge fireplace on one end and complete with the bear rug in front of the hearth... and the fire always added a rosy warm glow to the room..
Once the fire was burning, he fixed himself a drink and planned to spend some time on ICQ when he heard a knock at the door. Wondering who in the world could be out there in that storm as he made his way to the front of the house..... There before him was a young woman, wet, shivering with cold huddled against the door frame.... "Please excuse my intrusion, but my car slipped off in the ditch a ways back and I have been walking for quite a while..." she said. He immediately let her in, and told her they would have to get her into something dry before she got sick.... There was a bathroom close to the front door and Scott told her he would be right back with something for her to put on.
Racing up the stairs, his mind was replaying her looks. Petite, shapely, from what he could see under her coat. Long darkish hair and big blue eyes. In the master bath, he picked up a robe for her to put on while her clothes dried. Back down the stairs in a flash, he got just a glimpse of her stepping into the shower. Calling out to him, she said, "I hope you don't mind me taking a hot shower, but I am just about frozen" Mesmerized by the stolen look, he just shook his head in agreement, and then realized that she wouldn't be able to hear a head shake and told her to help herself..... Leaving the robe, he went into the den and fixed himself another drink and poured her one as well.
In a few minutes, she entered the den, and immediately went to the fireplace. Taking the drink Scott offered her she sat down on the rug and fanned her hair out behind her to dry. She began to tell him how nasty the weather was turning outside and how she wound up on his doorstep. Scott could help studying her features as she talked. Her hair he noticed wasn't that dark as it began to dry. Her name was Misty and she was from Florida.
Wanting to make sure she was comfortable, Scott offered her some dinner, and they decided to eat in front of the fire. During dinner, the wind was howling threateningly outside and they could see the snow falling thickly as well. "I am really glad I found your house before it got really bad out there," Misty said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Once they had finished eating, she poured them both another drink and brought the bottle with her as well. Sitting there on the rug, they soon found that they had a lot in common. Laughter was in the air as they exchanged road trip stories, jokes and people they had met on the internet...
The evening continued comfortably in front of the fire, and drinks were flowing freely as well. Misty leaned back a bit and was looking at Scott. She liked what she saw, and with the intimate surroundings her mind began to drift towards sensual thoughts. Scott had been studying her as well, his mind having long since turned to sensual fantasies... Her long blonde hair framed her face and hung down her back.... The robe was open at little at the top, just enough to give him a glimpse of her breasts whenever she moved. He also couldn't help but noticed that the way she was leaning back now that he could almost see her crotch. Not quite, but the sight of her long shapely legs were making him feel quite warm.
So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear her last remark, and when she touched his shoulder, he realized that he had been very very deep in thought about those incredible legs. He had been looking at the fire again to keep from blatantly staring at her. When he turned to look at her, he realized the robe was open slightly, but enough for him to see her breasts, down her flat, firm stomach and just a peek of her mound... Knowing he was staring with his mouth open, she opened the robe further and then let it drop in a heap around her feet. The only source of light in the den was coming from the fireplace and it cast a golden glow on her body.