I'd spent the week at my hunting cabin not so much to hunt but just to get in some peace and quiet. Yeah, I saw a few bucks through my rifle scope but I didn't pull the trigger because it was enough just to see the deer.
On Saturday it was cold and rainy all day long so I stayed close by the fire and the warmth.
Going out to the woodshed to get some dry firewood I heard someone coming through the grass.
I stopped and waited to see who it was and got an eyeful of a cold, soaking wet, bedraggled, and pretty decent looking young woman. She walked up to my cabin and knocked on the door and there was a bit of urgency in her behavior.
Taking my bundle of wood with me I approached the front of my house.
"Hey, how can I help you?"
She looked at me with such pleading in her eyes. "Please, I need some help getting home. Can I make a call?"
I invited her in where it was warm. Having her sit by the fire I handed her a blanket and explained that there was no cell service and no utilities aside from my generator.
As she warmed up she told me her name was Courtney and she explained to me what had happened to her. Seems she had met some college kid and then gone out with him on Friday night. After dinner he'd taken her on a country drive and when he found a secluded spot he proceeded to take liberties with the young miss. She didn't get into the details but he'd clearly torn her dress and somewhere along the line her bra had gone missing in action. If you ask me her tits looked like they did okay without it.
When she escaped from her date she ran into the forest and had kept going all night. And then she ended up at my door somewhat traumatized but aside from a few scrapes and bruises she was fine. Best I could tell from her story she was a good ten miles from the road she described to me.
I noticed she was shivering so bad her teeth were starting to chatter. I went to my bedroom looking for one of my flannel hunting shirts and offered it to her to wear so I could dry her clothes.
"I don't know..." she said. Trust was clearly an issue after what she'd been through.
"Look, you'll warm up faster if you get into something dry and then I can hang up your clothes for the night and they'll be good to go in the morning."
Her eyes went wide, "The morning? I need to get home now!"
I shook my head. "Look outside. You can leave if you want but I'm not going anywhere until the snow stops."
While we'd been chatting the rain had intensified and then turned to snow.
"Look on the bright side," I tried to console her, "you got out of the weather just in time. Had you been caught in this storm you'd freeze to death."
She looked at the shirt I'd handed her and accepted the situation. "Can I use your bedroom to change?"
"Of course." I gestured at the room and she disappeared for a few moments.
When she came out she looked pretty damned sexy in that hunting shirt.
I took her wet things from her and placed her torn up shoes on the hearth and then hung up her dress and her dark blue panties. Stealing a glance at her I realized that the only thing she was wearing was my shirt. I felt myself getting firm.
She settled back into my chair by the fire and pulled the blanket around her. She was still shivering so I asked her if I could make her a drink.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe some bourbon if you have it?"
I smiled. I like a girl who drinks bourbon and this lady did right by my bottle of Knob Creek and drank it straight. It took another generous glass of the stuff before she was both warmer and considerably more sociable.
