John looked out the cabin window again. The snow was falling faster now. There had been snow flurries most of the afternoon. The accumulation so far had amounted to about four inches. Now it looked like it was going to get serious about it. The weather people had predicted this one, and for once it looked like they might be right. There was suppose to be another eighteen inches by morning though most of it was supposed to fall during the evening. Well, he was snug in his cabin up here in the foothills and it was Friday. He had nowhere to go until Monday morning, so let it snow. He had come up here to get away from the rest of the world, so the snow just added to the desired sense of isolation.
He was adding a few logs to the fire when he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, and wondered who would be out in this weather so far from nowhere. He opened the door and found an attractive woman about his age standing there. She had a long winter coat on, jeans, and boots. It looked like she had been walking for some distance in the snow. There was no car in sight.
"Hi." she said. "I'm in a bit of a bind. It seems my car conked out just down the road a bit. Do you have a phone I could use?"
"Sure." he said, "Come on in." After she came in and he closed the door, he pointed the phone out hanging on the wall. "Help yourself."
"Thanks. I just need to call someone and see if I can get a tow truck out here to get me back to town."
"Good luck in this weather. I think the nearest one is in Glenrock, and I doubt if they are willing to drive out here now. What brings you out this way in this weather anyway?"
"I'm afraid you might be right about the tow truck, but I want to take a whack at it anyway. I'm a real estate agent. I was looking for a small place out here a few miles up the road and didn't think the weather would get this bad this fast." She started dialing. No, the shop had said, tow truck wouldn't be able to get to her until the morning at the earliest. It was out with one accident and there was another person ahead of her. Next she tried a relative, then a friend and finally the office. No one home and no answering machine at the first two and the office was closed for the day. Her situation was going from bad to worse. "I'm getting nowhere fast." she said hanging up after her last attempt as contacting someone.
"What is wrong with your car?"
"I found a rock in that wonderful dirt road out there and punched a hole in the oil pan. Now I can't get a tow truck until sometime tomorrow and I can't get anyone on the phone to come and get me." she hesitated a moment before continuing. "Any chance you were going into Glenrock or Casper this afternoon or evening?
"No. I would take you there if I could, but my truck is in the shop in Casper and this loaner I have has tires that wore out last year. If I was lucky enough to even get to either Glenrock or Casper alive, I would never make it back. This storm is supposed to get worse during the evening, and it looks like it is right now."
"Oh." was about all she managed to say as she looked down at her feet. She was getting a good idea of her predicament - she was stuck, had no place to go or stay, and the weather was getting worse.
"I think you are what we call between a rock and a hard place." he said before she could say anything else, "Even at this point if you got someone on the phone, I doubt they would be too crazy about coming after you. They could end up worse off than you are. On the other hand, you are in a warm dry place, and you are welcome to spend the night if you want. I can make a bed up for you on the couch and I will be making dinner before too long. I can very easily make it dinner for two instead of just one."
"I hate to impose on you, but it doesn't look like I have much choice. Thanks."
"So take off your coat and stay awhile." he said with a smile. "By the way, I'm John."
"Cynthia." she said extending her hand. "And thanks so much for letting me stay the night. I thought things would be okay if I got to a phone. In a way I guess they are, but I envisioned myself getting home tonight somehow."
She took her coat off and John hung it next to his on a peg next to the door. She had on jeans that looked like they had been sprayed on and a thin low cut silk blouse tied at the waist. Judging by her very erect nipples and the giggle of her breasts as she moved, she didn't seem to have a bra on. John could feel a stirring in his pants. She kicked her snow covered boots off, went over and sat on his couch, sitting on her feet. She was very nice looking while she had her coat on - with it off she was terrific! She must have been one hell of a distraction when selling a house, but then maybe that was the idea. John sat in a chair facing the couch and they talked for quite some time. She was somewhat animated as she talked and John loved the way her breasts bounced around. All that movement caused her nipples to rub on the silk covering them, and he suspected that that was what was keeping them so erect. He loved it and found it hard not to stare at them as she talked.
Finally John's hunger got to him and made dinner for them.
Cynthia was hungry and was ready to eat whatever it was he made, but it turned out that he was a pretty good cook and she had a very nice dinner. Cynthia decided that getting stuck here with John wasn't such a bad thing after all.
After dinner they sat together on the couch and watched television for a while and finally the news. Much to the television station's delight, the storm was as bad as they had predicted and several cars were now stranded on I25. "That's why I didn't want to drive you into town." John said, "That could have been me out there either coming or going."
"I was a little upset about not getting back to town earlier, but you have been so nice, I'm beginning to think that getting stuck out here wasn't such a bad thing after all."
John certainly liked her company. He just wished he could get into her pants, but that wasn't very likely. She was giving no hint that she was interested in sharing a bed with him. They watched a movie after the news and then he offered to make up a bed for her on the couch. He got the linens out and she helped him make the couch into a bed for her. He was hoping that she would just ask to sleep in his bed with him, but for whatever reason, she didn't. "Would you like a large oversized T-shirt for a nighty?" he asked her when the bed was finished.
"Thanks, that would be nice. Uh....where do you sleep? Up in the loft?"
"Yea, that's sort of the bedroom in here." He said as he got a large T-shirt out of the closet for her. "Give me a few minutes in the bathroom and it is all yours." She still didn't say anything about sleeping with him. Hope was fading fast. When he was done in the bathroom he turned the lights off with the exception of the lamp on the table next to the couch. Cynthia went into the bathroom to change as he went up stairs to bed.
