Cutie is driving along. She's already out of her depth. For starters, she's Australian so she's driving on the wrong side of the road. And, though these parts are not terribly mountainous yet, she is struggling to round the curves of the road in the snow. Even her long slim legs and expert gear shifting aren't helping in these conditions.
Things get worse far too quickly. She hears that all too familiar popping sound as the tyre blows. She's rugged enough that she can handle the vehicle to the side of the road without crashing but she knows what this means. An Australian girl broken down on the side of the road, in the middle of, well, nowhere, in Colorado.
She gets out of the car. It's raining now. Great. Her hair is tucked up into her beanie which she pulls down over her ears. She can see a house about twenty metres away with its lights on. Thank God, someone is still awake and not far away. She doesn't bother trying to get her jacket out of her suitcase in the back. Decides to make a run for it. Stupid really. She gets saturated even though it takes her hardly any time to make it onto the porch of the little house. Looks cosy, she thinks.
*
Chris is feeling on edge. He's supposed to be working on his article for the local paper, he even asked to be left alone to do it. His girlfriend has gone out with her friends and seems to be making it a late one. He has everything he needs, a glass of wine and a trusty typewriter. Well, it's a laptop with a picture on the desktop of a typewriter. Blank page and all. Just like his article, he thinks. He starts to finger the keyboard slowly key by key. q-w-e-r-t-y- when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.
He is surprised the see the tall slim girl in front of him. He's taken aback by her sodden presence. She's drenched from head to toe it seems. And those eyes...almond shaped pools of green that just sparkle. She catches her breath. 'G'day,' she says. She's Australian, he thinks. Feels like he knows her in that instant. There is warmth there.
He realises he must be staring at her when he computes that she's been talking about a broken down car and tyres and not having a map and not knowing anyone and using the phone and it's when she says "And blah blah blah, are you ok?" that he snaps out of the mesmerised state and offers quite naturally for her to come on in out of the rain.
*
She likes him straight away. Tall, dark and handsome. Still holding his wine glass. Kind of quirky the way he paused before letting her in. She offers him a wide smile of appreciation. He's cute. Deep brown eyes. Hair longer than most guys, just long enough to run your hands through, she thinks. She apologises for getting his floor all wet but he is so soft and kindly guides her into the living room where he appeared to be working in front of the fire. She is drawn into the warmth immediately.
"I'm Chris," says Chris.
His name crackles just like the fire behind her. Hard K. Soft S.
She says it out loud. "Chr-is." She feels her pussy get wet just saying his name.
She slides her all-Australian ugg boots off and wriggles her toes in the soft fur rug on the floor. Chris catches a glimpse of her slender calves. He wants to see more.
He offers to get her some dry clothes and suggests they work out who to call and what to do once she dries off. She takes off her beanie, spilling her long shiraz coloured hair all around her shoulders. Pouring over her like a glass of red wine. He takes a sip of his wine but he wants to be drinking her hair.
He offers to make her a warm drink. Hot chocolate.
"With marshmallows?" she asks. Chris likes the way her accent dances on the 'a's. So cute.
"Yes with marshmallows," he replies.
