I sat on the couch and raised of glass of wine to silently toast the holidays. It had been one hell of year. My wife left almost a year ago to "find herself." My son had gone off to college and decided to spend Christmas with his new girlfriend's family. For the first time I was spending Christmas alone.
Christmas time should be spent with those you care for the most, or at least with someone you can have a meaningless physical relationship with. But, there I was, on Christmas Eve, half toasted on Cabernet, sitting in front of a roaring fire and staring blankly at a twinkling Christmas tree.
Over the past few months I had been able to occupy my mind with work, but I found myself with plenty of time during the holidays. Too many days off work: weather too cold and snowy to allow me the joy of the numerous outside activities I enjoy. Depression started to set in and to make it worse, I found myself drinking a liquid depressant. "Very intelligent," I thought sarcastically to myself.
About ten that night I had decided to say to hell with it and get some sleep when I heard a light tapping on my door. When I opened the door I a woman was standing there, soaking wet and cold. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you but I locked my keys in the car when I got out to see a deer that had crossed the road. I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry," I said. "Let me take a look at it and see if we can get it open."
She thanked me and I grabbed my coat and hat and went across the road. Sure enough, there were her keys dangling in the ignition. I tried everything I could think of, even attempting to use a coat hanger to get into the car, but the electric door locks kept me from making any progress. I finally gave up and went inside to call a locksmith.
Understand, I live in a small rural town and there aren't many places to choose from. I called both locksmiths and they informed me that they were shut down for the holiday.
"Looks like the only thing we can do is to call a friend or let me drive you home," I said.
"I live over 200 miles away and I'm rather new to the area," she said. "Maybe, if you don't mind, I could sleep here tonight and see what we can do in the morning."
I've always been leery about strangers in my house, but for some reason I felt comfortable with her. "I guess that will be alright. I have a spare bedroom where my son stays when he is home. You can stay in there if you like."
"Great. Only, I was wondering, do you have something I can wear to sleep in. These are soaked from standing out in the snow," she said.
The only thing I could think of was one of my old shirts and a pair of sweats. I brought them out and she told me they would do fine. She introduced herself as Traci and then headed for the bathroom to change.
When she cam out I was amazed. She was about 5 foot nine inches tall with beautiful scarlet hair. Her lips were full and red without lipstick and her eyes were a deep green. She had decided not to wear the sweat pants because they were too big, but my shirt hung nearly to her knees.
It was hard not to notice her large, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing freely underneath the clinging fabric, not to mention her nipples forming pert little peaks. Her legs were long, lean and well toned. At once, I felt a stirring in my pants.
I cleared my throat and tried not to stand there with my mouth agape. "Uhhh … would like something to drink, or eat?" I asked.
"I would enjoy sharing some of that wine with you," Traci said.
I poured her a glass of wine and we sat down on the couch. She was at one end and I was at the other. We chit chatted for a while and I learned that she was a computer programmer who had just relocated to work for a new company. She had been in my area on business when she spotted a deer.
"I know this sound silly, but I first I thought 'It's Christmas Eve, could that be one of Saint Nick's reindeer,'" then she laughed. "I got out to look at the deer, who had already run off, when I noticed I didn't have my keys. I'm so glad you were home."
As she spoke, I noticed the shirt slowly sliding up those smooth thighs. I tried to look away but I couldn't. My cock was now starting to become uncomfortable in my jeans.
"Are you married?" she asked.
"No, divorced," I said.
"No signiicant other?" she queried.
"Not at present. It's just me," I said.
