It was raining so hard I was having a difficult time seeing the road. Rounding a curve I almost rear ended two people pushing a car, almost sliding into them as I jammed on the breaks. The two turned out to be a couple of college kids going home for spring break. Both girls were drenched to the skin and they looked as if they were getting ready for a wet T shirt contest. Neither one wore a bra and their blouses sculpted their bodies showing firm breasts and erect nipples. I'd guess they were both about a thirty two B or so.
Reluctantly I got out to help. I didn't relish the idea of getting soaked along with them but I really had no choice. One got back in her car and steered as I pushed her off to the shoulder. I had the other get in my car.
Now with their car safely off the roadway I took their bags and put them in the trunk of my car. With one of the girls in the back seat, the other sitting next to me I started out again.
One, the one sitting next to me was a chatterbox. The one in the back seat was pensive and rarely spoke. They explained that they were on spring break and had been on their way to a girlfriends home but the car stalled.
Rounding another curve in the road we were stopped. A mudslide had wiped out the road and actually a portion of the pavement was pushed down a gulch into a raging river to the left. I had to back up damn near a quarter of a mile before I found enough space to turn the car around.
During those fifteen minutes the girls introduced themselves as Cherie and Marcy. In exchange I told them my name, Blake. For the next five or so minutes we were quiet, not having much to say. I had the heater on so we could dry off but only succeeded in fogging up the window, so as Marcy wiped the windshield I drove back to a little bar and grill I had remembered passing about three miles back.
Finally arriving, I pulled in and we made a dash for the door. There were no lights on but apparently they were still open because the door wasn't locked. Entering we saw kerosene lamps had been set out, one on the end of the bar and another on a table in the dining area. Two young women sat talking at the end of the bar but swung around as we entered.
I looked around for the owner or at least a bartender but saw none. One of the women slowly got up and went behind the bar. About thirty or perhaps a bit younger She had her blonde hair up in a pony tail. Being a breast man I guessed her to be a thirty four C or so.
I explained pretty much what had happened and the barmaid explained that it was the second time in less than a year that Smugglers Gulch has been wiped out by rockslides.
She went on: "It looks like your going to be here for at least five or six days. The Terry river bridge was washed out too and you can't go back the way you came either. They'll repair the bridge before clearing and repairing the road. So it looks like the three of you will be keeping Monika and I company for a while. By the way, I'm your hostess, Letha, I own this place."
My two college friends were trying to use their cell phones to call out but Letha explained that this was a dead zone, especially when it rained. Letha asked Monika if she would mind doubling up with her so we could have her room. She excused herself explaining that she had to get a few things from her room first. At that point Letha told the girls to get out of their wet clothes.
"Here?" Cherie asked.
"Sure, why not. We're very informal here. And hell, I'm sure Blake wouldn't mind seeing what's under those wet clothes, and quite frankly neither would I. Come on girls don't be shy. Just go over by he fire and hang your things there to dry."
They both hesitated, Then Marcy began stripping. I sat on a stool, a bit bemused at the scene going on before me. She went to the fire and stood with her back towards us as she took her blouse off, then bending, she kicked her shoes away and began to wiggle out of her jeans. At that point all she had on was her thong and finally she removed that too. Actually that surprised me because she could have left that on.
What she presented was a beautiful ass and nothing more. Slowly she straightened up and turned. Both Letha and Cherie gasped.
"Oh god, Cherie whispered. You didn't? How could you?"
"Oh shit Cherie. I was wet and cold and hell I'm proud of my body. Now you do it. I'm sure Blake would enjoy seeing that cute little body of yours too, wouldn't you Blake?"
The woman, Letha, stared at Marcy with unbridled hunger in her eyes. She seemed to be as aroused as I was at the sight of the young girl. And ran the tip of her tongue around her lips suggestively.
I nodded dumbly and very slowly Cherie slid off her stool went over to where the fireplace was and she too began to undress. By now Letha was clutching my arm and her hand was creeping up my thigh and brazenly undid my zipper. She was fascinated by the two young women and apparently wanted to see if I was too.
Slowly Cherie undressed and somehow it reminded me of a strip tease I had once seen. Letha had my cock free now and slowly stroked it while staring at Cherie. When she was done and slowly turned to face us, Letha let out a gasp. "Beautiful, simply beautiful." And began to jerk me more frantically while staring at Cherie's curvaceous body.
Cherie stared at us and tried to cover her pussy with one hand and her breasts with here other arm. Apparently she was the shy one of the two. By now Marcy was sort of parading around before finally coming over to the bar and sitting on one of the stools. She watched Letha slowly stroking my cock and suddenly asked jokingly, "Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?"
Reluctantly Letha abandoned my cock and went behind the bar to make drinks. Cherie looked helplessly at me almost begging for something to cover up with.
"Awww come on Cherie, loosen up and have a drink. Blake isn't ready to go after you, at least not yet," Letha exclaimed.
Just as Cherie relented and took the stool to my right, Monika returned. The things she had wanted to take from her room she had wrapped in a large towel and clutched to her breasts. A rather large dildo, a vibrator that looked sort of menacing, and an assortment of other gadgets which I couldn't identify, tumbled out as she set the bundle down on the end of the bar. Seeing the two nude girls, and me with my cock still protruding from my fly, she gushed. "My god, your starting without me? Already?"
I was amused by the whole thing until Letha leaned over the bar and put her hand on my shoulder and directed: "You too. If they can do it you surely can."
I had no intentions of getting out of my clothes and besides I had mostly dried off. I slowly swiveled towards the bar while trying to get my cock back in and took my drink, ignoring what Letha had suggested. It was Marcy who began taunting.
"Come on Blake. We did it, are you chicken. We want to see more of what you've got in those jeans of yours. I saw the bulge get larger as you watched Cherie strip and Letha giving it a massage. Come on show us. What do you think girls? Fair's fair isn't it?"
I tried to ignore the dare but finally turned to Marcy: "You're a little instigator aren't you? What are you playing, Good girl bad girl? You the bad one and Cherie the good one?"
That was when I turned in my stool intending to get up. Letha leaned over the bar and grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me back, pinning me against the bar.
