The weather has been stormy as I traveled through the unfamiliar territory. The winds are so high and I see trees swaying dangerously as I drive down the dark road. The driving rain makes it difficult to see through the windshield.
Without warning a tree falls in my path and I swerve to miss it and end up stuck in the mud. I get out and look around, I know my blackberry does not work out here and I wonder where the nearest help may be. I can see in the distance a rooftop, and I grab my overnight bag, lock up the rental car and begin to hike in that direction.
The going is slow as I am not dressed for a hike. I am wearing a dress and boots with heels, and the wind tears at my coat, making each step harder as I lean into it. I finally arrive at the cabin and hesitate, there are no people around for miles and I wonder about the person out here alone, but it can't be helped and I knock, tentatively at first, then harder in order to be heard above the storm.
You have been hunting for days with your friends, an enjoyable time although you did not get the wall hanger you were hoping for. Everyone else had left that day, leaving you to close up the cabin before heading back home. You are surprised to hear someone at the door and open it to see me standing there, soaking wet and shivering.
"I got stuck, my car got stuck on the road, a tree..." I begin to stammer an explanation but get distracted looking into your eyes. You stare back at me and time seems to stop for a moment.
"Come in, excuse me, I just wasn't expecting to see anyone here," you explain as you regain your composure and help me into the cabin. You help me off with my coat, noticing that I am soaking wet. The dress I am wearing is clinging to my curves. You can see the lace of my underclothes through the wet dress and my nipples stand out hard against the sheer, wet fabric.
I feel as though I am standing naked in front of you and begin to blush and feel a warm tingle because I know you have the same feeling. For a moment we are both speechless. "I have dry clothes in my bag, if there is someplace where I can change?," I manage to ask.
You snap out of your reverie and manage a few words, "Of course, yes, sorry." You take my bag and lead the way to the bathroom. You show me where the towels and soap and shampoo are and ask me if there is anything you can get for me. I smile at you and tell you I am fine and you slowly back out and I close the door.
I feel very nervous as I undress in this place, there is a handsome sexy man right outside and this knowledge makes me warm, though I shiver as I undress and the cool air hits my wet skin. I turn the knobs on the shower and feel the water with my hand until it runs hot and I step in. I wash my hair, then begin to slowly soap my body. I run the soapy washcloth over my neck and shoulders, then I trace slow circles around my nipples making them hard again.
I start a slow transit over my belly and up and down my thighs, then startle as I remember where I am and quickly finish washing up and step out of the shower and begin to towel off. I briskly dry myself off then look for dry clothes in my bag. Not sure what to wear, I chose a pair of satin lounging pajamas because they are comfortable and warm. I dress, then come out to find that you have started a fire in the fireplace and have made me a cup of tea. I take a seat near the fire and work my fingers through my wet hair, finally feeling warm.