'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The moon it was creeping behind clouds in the sky, and the weather was cold and the snow began been flying. Me? I was sitting in my house all so quiet, the roads were all closed it was really a riot.
More like lonely. I was a nice guy, but at 55 years old, my wife had left for a younger version, my kids were grown and had kids of their own. None of that would have made any difference, except I had lost power because of the winter storm, and it was snowing... I would be foolish to go anywhere.
As I listened to the creaks and noised of my now quiet house, I had plenty of time to think. I put another piece of wood on my small fire and thought of all of the nice times I had lived in my life.
If it had not been so quiet I don't think I would have ever heard the noise. It was like a cat scratch, and a mewing sound. Weird. I don't have a cat. Even though I choose to live way out in the country... I don't particularly like cats. However... It was cold and this noise was weird.
I got up from my chair and investigated. As I opened the front door snow was swirling in... there was nothing to be seen. I went back in and retrieved my flashlight. When I opened the door again I shone the light around and all I could see was mostly swirling snow. I had just swung around and was going back inside and the noise happened again. I saw something black moving in the snow under my window.
I climbed off the porch into about 18" of snow and to my surprise found a body under my window. I quickly grabbed the visible arm and pulled and grabbed the person under the arms struggling up the stairs to pull them inside the house.
What a surprise when I found out it was a very young looking girl. She was all wrapped up in a trench coat and what looked like about 10 layers of clothing. She had a beautiful face and somewhat sandy dark hair. However she was clearly suffering the effects of her exposure and was unconscious. Every so often she would make that mewling groaning sound I had heard and was clearly in some pain.
I pulled her near to the fire and got a pillow and some bedding in an effort to help her warm up. I laid the pillows and bedding near the fore and started to take off her trench coat. She cried out when I moved her arm. I carefully felt her arm through the coat and when I looked back at her pixie-like face I could see her staring intently at me.
I reassured her that she was safe and told her that we would soon have her warmed up. I felt her hands which were like ice. She whispered "I think my arm is frozen! It hurts when I move it."
I checked her other arm which did not appear so painful and so I slowly moved the coat off first that arm then the hurt one. I could see that what I thought was 10 layers of clothing was really some burlap bags that were wrapped around her. What she was wearing under that was some summer-like shorts and a cut-off tank top. As I removed the dirty burlap bags, I was amazed at the shine of her skin... it was almost like she had never been in the sun it was that alabaster white color, almost like a statue.
She was frozen enough to be a statue and she could barely move. I covered her with a blanket and noticed she was still intently staring at me. Once again she whispered "I think my arm is frozen please help me."
I was in a quandary of what to do... I tried moving her nearer the fire, but she whimpered and said "Oh it feels like it is burning... Oh please... Oh do something!"
Now I have to tell you a little bit about this house... it is an old cabin and was built to be lived in before there were amenities like electricity, so there were hot water heating tubes in the back of the fireplace. This also meant I had hot water, which caused me to thing maybe putting her arm in warm water would be the fastest way to warm her.
I left her and went into the bathroom and ran some water in the big old claw-foot tub I had and the water was really warm and I knew it would help. I set two candles up and I ran back into her and carefully lifted her and headed into the bathroom. I slipped her shoes off and her sox. As I looked at her face I could see her staring at me again. I asked her if she wanted to try to warm up in the warm water... She whispered "Not with my clothes on and only if you sit with me."
I realized I was trembling... This girl was achingly beautiful. She looked like she might be 14.
I leaned her on the edge of the tub, but couldn't lift her arm; I felt trapped and didn't know what to do next. She whispered "If I lift my butt will you pull my pants down please?"
I said sure, and she lifted herself slightly and I tugged on those shorts only to reveal that she had no panties on and her pussy was totally hairless. I helped her to lift one leg and then the other and put the shorts on the towel rack.
She whispered again "Just tear my shirt off, or cut it, it hurts too much to move my arm."
I reached into the medicine cabinet and took out my beard scissors, cut up the seam on one side of her shirt and then the other, as I lifted it off her head I was amazed to see her breasts were so perfect yet seemed barely formed.
As I started to help her in the tub.... She whispered fiercely "No you must sit with me in the tub!" She started using her good arm to unbutton my shirt, and I helped her. I took it off and she immediately curled her fingers into my chest hair, and rested her head on my chest.
She whispered again "Now your pants, I can't help."
I undid my pants and slipped them off my legs. I was embarrassed because my cock was fairly hard. Clearly this little beauty had gotten to me somewhat. After looking intently at my cock while she was leaning on my chest she reached out with her good arm and stroked it gently... I shuddered again. She whispered "I can smell your man smell... it is so wonderful!"
