Hobson's Choice
Friday, May 11, 5:10 pm
I actually heard it. Not that it was loud, but there aren't that many sounds where I live, in the middle of the Minnesota woods, a very long way from anyone, and with only a country road passing my house a few hundred yards away. First, I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination, but I decided I had better check it out.
I guess they would have found me sooner or later. They were in pretty good shape, only a couple of cuts and bruises. The car was well and truly out of action, but what do you expect when you go over an embankment, over some rocks and smack into the low hanging branches of a big old tree?
They were standing outside the car, a bit shaken and very unhappy when I got there. A minor argument had broken out, but their hearts weren't in it, - they were too stunned by what had happened. It was pretty obvious what had happened, and it was the wrong time to start worrying about why. I had to do something about these four girls, though. I could see some cuts and bruises, and they were clearly in shock and needed some care, warmth and rest. The evening was getting cool and the drizzle didn't help
'We need to get you inside and take care of those cuts', I said.
They noticed me for the first time, and broke out in Babel of questions and pleading, mixed with some crying and huddling together. "Wh-wh-who are you?" said one of them finally - a stunning young redhead. "Where did you come from?"
"Relax," I said. "My name is John Hobson and I live here."
"Here? - Where?" Not an unreasonable question, - we were in the middle of the woods; at least it looked that way.
"I have a cabin just behind those trees," I said, pointing behind me, "and we really do need to get you there."
"What about the car, and all our stuff?" said another of the girls, a petite black girl with a mop of curly hair.
"We'll worry about them later," I said. "I'll come back and get most of your stuff after we have gotten the four of you taken care of. The car isn't banged up much, but there is nothing we can do without some serious towing equipment and that won't be for a while. Don't worry, no one ever comes this way anyway, so there is no danger of anything getting stolen."
They followed me quietly, walking close together in a group, not dressed for the cooling and damp weather, and starting to shiver. We made it to the door before it occurred to them to worry about my motives and character, and they were quite polite about it, but they stopped outside and looked questioningly at each other.
It wasn't hard to read their mind, so I said "Look, we need to get you warm and dry and to look after those cuts and bruises. Do I look like someone who would molest four lovely ladies like you? Besides, you girls look like you could take me one-on-one, let alone four of you." That got the first giggle out of them, I suspect is was the comment about lovely ladies, since that wasn't exactly the appearance they gave just then. They were very pretty, though... really pretty.
In the end they shrugged and followed me inside. They were obviously surprised and a little impressed when they got inside. The cabin is actually very spacious, since I had made the whole space into one big room, and built on a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom on the back of the house. I had used old reconditioned timber, dragged from the lake, for the refinished walls and floor and the broad beams in the high ceiling had been there for almost 100 years. I like woodworking and most of the furniture was solid, rustic and comfortable, with wide deep chairs and a large sofa in front of the huge fireplace. Add the Indian rugs, the dining area and my 'office', plus my pictures, and it didn't look too bad, if I have to say so myself.
"Wow! - This is beautiful, - I never expected..." were their first words, and they seemed to calm down a bit.
"Lets get you sorted out here. Are any of you hurting?" The two girls that hadn't really talked to now both nodded.
"My knee and thigh are sore," said the tall girl with long brown hair.
"My stomach hurts," said the blonde.
"Any bleeding?" I asked. They all shook their heads, but it was obvious that they hadn't had a good look at themselves.
"We'd better have a look at that cut on your forehead," I said to the blonde, "and clean up that scrape on your arm" - this time to the black girl. .
"I can't keep calling you 'you' all the time," I said. "What are your names?"
They were Alya, Karen, Sandy and Alex as it turned out.
"Well, girls, - sit down and I'll get some things organized," I said. "Alex, - since you're not hurt anywhere, you get to be my helper. I'll get a band-aid on your cut, Sandy and clean off that scrape of yours, Alya. There is a first-aid kit in the bathroom through there. Alex, can you get that for me and I'll get some hot water. I'll turn up the hot water while I'm at it so you can all take a shower and warm up. Then I'll get a fire going and get the place nice and warm." I could see them relaxing as the reaction from the shock started to wear off.
The little things were quickly taken care of. I thought I would feel like a father getting their little injuries seen to, but I didn't feel very fatherly, even if they seemed almost young enough to be my daughters in their bedraggled state. The fresh soft skin and the grateful looks started the first stirrings in my groin. "Down boy," I thought to myself. "They'll really get worried if you start coming on like that." Sensible words, but not very helpful.
"OK, Alya and Alex, - you get the first shower. It's big enough for two, but you can flip for it if you want. I'll check out these hurting ladies. There are some t-shirts and pants in the closet for you to wear while your own clothes dry out. My shorts and jeans are really too big for you, but I have some belts to cinch in the waists so you should be decent at least, even if you don't win any fashion contests. Take what you want, and we'll sort out your own clothes later."
My beginning erection got worse when I looked at Karen's knee and thigh. She hesitated a little, and blushed before she slid down her long pants, covering her panties as best she could with her t-shirt. I tried to make my touch impersonal and professional, and I must have succeeded, because she didn't flinch away, just sat there while I felt and prodded gently. There was obviously no break, but the leg was tender and there would be a sizeable bruise coming up in time. She had beautiful tanned skin, disappearing up under her t-shirt. I could just see the vee of her thin pale yellow panties, with a dark shadow of her pussy hair underneath. No hair was escaping on the side, so I guessed she had trimmed it.