It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake's house an hour ago but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off. It was dark and windy and I couldn't make out addresses or road signs but could tell I was in an isolated farm area because houses were far apart with no lights on.
The gas gauge dropped below empty. I hoped that if I kept going I would find a highway and a gas station. I was tense, not sure what to do and cursed my bad luck and stupidity for missing the turn-off sign. I had been traveling since dawn and needed a new scene after being laid off from my architect job and breaking up with my bitch of a girl friend for the second and final time.
I had just passing a farm house and saw a light on when I heard my car sputter, choke and come to a slow stop. I drifted over to the side of the road. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, the rain beating down on my car like a loud snare drum. I had Triple A road service but knew my cell phone would not work. I wondered if I should go into the farm house I just passed to see if I could use their phone. It was late but at least a light was on. I assumed someone was still up.
Fortunately, the farm house wasn't too far off the road. I got out of my car and dashed through the rain up to the porch and knocked on the door, thinking how lucky I was to find a house with a light on. It took a minute or two before the door opened and I was stunned to see a young woman that took my breath away. At first I could not speak when I saw her thick dark hair tied in two long braided pigtails, her large green eyes, her tits straining the low cut white peasant blouse. She wore the tightest, shortest faded jean cut-offs I had ever seen and was barefooted. Even in the dark I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking at the thin material of her blouse. She was dazzling with olive colored skin.
"I just ran out of gas and I'm lost-- can I use your phone?" I asked, trying to hide my astonishment.
"Yes. Come in out of the rain," she said with a foreign accent I did not recognize. She opened the door wider and smiled, looking into my eyes as if she was glad to see me. "Yes, you can use the phone."
I tried not to be obvious but I could not take my eyes off her tits then her long bare legs and the tight cut-offs gripping her pussy and straining at her hips then her large green eyes and smile. "Man, she's hot looking," I thought. I immediately wanted to fuck her. "Sorry to bother you," I said, trying to be polite and not frighten her—a stranger suddenly appearing.
"No problem," she said as I stepped in and she closed the door. "The phone is in the kitchen. Follow me." She spoke good English but sounded European and I couldn't place the accent.
She turned and walked towards the kitchen and I could not take my eyes off her round swaying ass stretching the faded cut-offs causing me to swallow and my cock to twitch. "What an ass," I thought, dazzled by her body. I was so turned on, unable to believe my good luck and followed quietly, not wanting to betray my sudden lust.
She turned around looking into my eyes, a smile flickering on her lips as if she knew where I was looking and liked it. "The phone is over there," she said pointing to a black wall phone, a little smile still on her lips when she looked at me.
"Thanks. I just want to call road service then I can wait in the car."
"Go and call but it will be a long wait." She paused looking into my eyes then smiled, "You can wait in here. I won't mind."
Her accent was alluring. Where was she from I wondered. But it was the way she looked at me and smiled when she said, "I won't mind," that definitely had a sexual edge and I sensed something was happening between us.
"Thanks," I said, our eyes met,lingering then drifted away as I went to the phone. She then went over to the kitchen counter where she had a bottle of red wine and a half filled glass. I picked up the phone, looking at her body, the tight cut-offs, her face, the long pigtails made her look both innocent and very sexy at the same time.
I watched her pick up her glass of wine and gulp it down. I could see by the half filled bottle that she had been drinking before I arrived. She looked at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her bare legs spread slightly apart,the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her mound, revealing the outline of her pussy. I could not believe how hot she looked and wondered where this would lead.
I took out my road service card from my wallet, picked up the receiver and got ready to dial when I noticed there was no dial tone. I pressed my finger down on the button several times trying to get a sound but the phone was dead.
I turned back and looked over at her pouring more wine, noticing how she was looking at me, that mysterious smile on her lips. My eyes skimmed her slim body, her smooth legs, her nipples poking through the low cut white peasant blouse sitting low on her shoulders revealing a good amount of cleavage. I could not believe how sexy she looked, drinking her wine, twirling one of the pigtails around her finger, looking at me holding the phone. My cock was hard. "Phone's dead!"
"Too bad. It goes out often around here. Looks like you are stranded." "Not a bad place to be stranded," I responded, returning her smile and looking at her playing with her pigtails. "Are you alone here?"
"Yes, my husband is away on business, as usual. I'm all alone."
"So you're married?"
"Yes. I guess."
"What do you mean you guess?" I looked at her, my eyes drifting up and down her luscious body. I couldn't help it. The way she was drinking wine and looking at me was extremely sexy.
She noticed my eyes roving her body. "Well, we're married but, well let's say he's married to the farm and his business dealings. He doesn't give me what I need. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He's much older than me." She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. "Want some."
"Sure. Thanks. If I'm stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,"I said,looking at her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs. She saw where I was looking and smiled.
She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. "We do not have fancy glasses on the farm."
I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from her. We clicked glasses but didn't say anything, our eyes probing each other's eyes, as we sipped, standing close.
