It was bad enough getting called to work late on a Saturday night to deal with a computer problem, but on a night like this it was especially crappy. The summer thunderstorm slashed at my truck windows and I could barely see the rutted gravel road through my windshield. The headlights and wipers did little to improve the situation. It was nearly one in the morning as I made my way down the rough road having just turned off the highway. I love living out in the woods, away from the crush of town live. The downside was the less than fun drive when the weather turned like it did here. I slowed down and forded the first low water bridge, one of two I had to traverse, and noted that the water was already pretty high. In another hour it would be well beyond crossing. Good thing tomorrow wasn't a work day! I rounded a sharp curve, the trees leaning over the road and the slashing rain making visibility nearly nill. I saw a flash in my headlights, and jerked the wheel hard. I don't know what it was, but it didn't belong in the middle of the road. Even with four wheel drive and traction control, the truck had little chance on the rutted gravel. I slid nose first into the ditch of the narrow road, coming to rest with the front wheels in the flowing water of the ditch and the rear still on the rutted gravel. I shook my head to make sure I was ok, and then turned to see what I had almost hit, probably a damn deer.
I opened my truck door and saw a woman standing in the middle of the road, illuminated only by the red of my tail lights. Another flash of lighting gave me a stobe effect view of a good looking woman, wearing a soaked yellow summer dress, her arms crossed under her rather large set of breasts. Her long dark hair was stringy and soaked, hanging around her bare shoulders. walking and shivering at the same time, the only illumination was that of my tail lights and the occasional flash of lightning. I climbed out to check and see if she was ok the huge drops of water feeling like liquid ice as they quickly soaked into my light weight shirt.
"Are you ok?" I shouted over a clap of thunder.
She nodded that she was, and then stood shivering, looking quite lost and uncertain.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked as the rain soaked through my pants, leaving me almost as wet as she seemed to be.
"My cccccar went offff the roadddd" she shivered.
"Come on. Get in my truck." I said leading her to the passenger side of the suburban, still stuck in the ditch. Once she was in I went around and jumped in and cranked the heat all the way up. "Where did you go off?" I asked her.
"Down that way!" she said pointing toward the next low water bridge.
"Ok." I said, putting the truck in reverse and easily getting out of the ditch, the automatic four wheel drive kicking in at the first slip of the tires. I went down the road the quarter mile to the next low water crossing. Sure enough, there was her car, washed off the low water bridge. It was going to need a serious tow truck. "I don't think that's going anywhere any time soon." I told her.
She spewed a stream of what sounded to me like Spanish, most likely some not very nice words if I was any judge.
"Would you like me to take you someplace?"
"Si! I would like to go to town to a hotel please." She said with a definite Spanish accent.
"Sure thing." I said as I turned around and headed back toward town. I made the last turn before the first low water bridge and hit the brakes. There was no getting across this one now. "I hate to say this, but we aren't getting across this."
Another stream of Spanish profanity before she slowed down.
"Look. We aren't going to make it to town. Is there someone I can call?"
"No. No one I know will be home."
"Well, I know this sounds bad, but the best I can do is take you home. I live just up the road. When it rains like this it's not unusual to get flooded in."
"You take me home?"
"To my house... yes."
"I don't know what else to do... Can I trust you?"
"Yes, you can trust me." I said as I turned around and drove back to the low water bridge where her car was. I forded the deep water and then drove another quarter mile to my driveway. Well, maybe driveway is a poor description. My house is set almost a half mile back into the woods on a nice two hundred acre wooded lot. I pulled into the garage out of the rain and climbed out, walking around to open the door for my passenger. "We're here!" I said holding my hand out. "Come on in and I will get you some towels to dry off with." She took my hand and let me pull her from the truck. In the light of the garage I was able to really see what she looked like. She was fairly tall, maybe a tad under six foot, and very well built with a thin waist, nice hips and a hell of a set of tits. Hell, the wet dress was half falling off of them and I could see her nipples and large dark areola clearly though the soaked material. I really couldn't help myself as I looked down her body, the soaked material clinging to her body like a second skin, allowing me to easily see the outline of her tiny white thong panty and the tops of her thigh high stockings. Her high heels were so muddy that I wasn't sure what color they were even supposed to be. I finally tore my eyes from her body so she didn't think I was a total letch.
"Come on in and I will get you a towel." I said as I led the way to the garage door and walked into the house, hoping she would follow. I walked to the closet and got several towels out and then walked to the guest room, pushing the door open. "Here, you can get dried off in here. I'll see if I can find something for you to wear."
"Thank you. You are very kind." She said her english seeming to be better now that she was no longer shivering.
I closed the door on her and went to my own room and peeled off the wet clothes, using a towel to dry off. I dug through my drawers and after pulling on a pair of running shorts and slippers, pulled out a pair of shorts and t-shirt that I thought might fit my guest.
I walked back to the guest/workout room and knocked. "Are you decent?" I asked.
"Si." She said. I opened the door and found her sitting on the weight bench, her body wrapped in one towel and her long dark hair wrapped in another.
