It hadn't been just one of those days, but it had been one of those months! Brad Peterson had worked as an Advertising Executive for the past two years. He had moved up in the organization rapidly. At thirty-three, six foot one, with what could only be described as boyishly handsome features, he had achieved phenomenal success in a reasonably short period of time.
He had almost single-handedly saved the Evans-Account this past month. But it had required many hours late into the night. Though far from being in the kind of shape he'd been in younger years, Brad was considered quite the catch by a number of women he had known. Certainly the late-night fast-food take-outs hadn't helped. The small little paunch he carried, a constant reminder that he'd best take control of his eating habits.
It was widely known that the firm had an executive cabin situated in the mountains near Mirror Lake. As a reward for special efforts, or as a perk for entertaining clients, the cabin was made available for those who liked to spend a little time away in the ruggedness of the mountains. Mirror Lake was certainly known for it's superb fishing and hiking areas, but as it was an expensive piece of real estate in which to own property, there were few cabins. This gave the additional comfort and enjoyment of real privacy and seclusion.
Brad was already clearing off his desk in anticipation of an elongated weekend retreat. As it was about a two-hour drive, he had some final last minute details to attend to, home to pack, and then with luck, would reach the cabin shortly before nightfall.
He planned on spending two days all by his self. A chance to hike, to fish perhaps, but mostly to simply spend some time reading and relaxing away from the past month's intense pressures. The woman he had been semi-dating, though for pleasure more than anything else, had been invited to join him sometime Sunday.
With a smile on his face, Brad told Alice, his Executive Assistant to knock off early and headed home to finish packing. Brad was really looking forward to the weekend along with the scenic drive up to the lake.
As he left the building, heading towards his car in the parking lot, he noticed that the skies hinted at the possibility of an oncoming storm.
"Oh well," he thought. "I always have enjoyed a good lightning and thunderstorm." Even the darkening skies were welcome, more than what they otherwise might have been.
It had taken a little longer than Brad had anticipated to finish packing. Though he knew the cabin had a well-stocked bar, any other supplies would have to be purchased. Glancing at his new Rolex, he realized that he'd be arriving at the cabin well after dark. But even this didn't hamper his mood. Besides the ample supply of alcohol, he also knew that a rather extensive video library awaited him with a wide variety of some pretty hard-core X-rated videos. It was also rumored that some very private video's existed which remained under lock and key for V.I.P viewing only. He wondered if the set of keys he carried included access to those.
"Guess I'll find out soon enough" he said to himself.
Brad had just reached the mouth of the canyon when the storm finally broke. There was a 'Last Chance' grocery and gasoline store on the corner. And though the cabin was less than thirty miles away at this point, the winding tricky curves would cut down his travel time. He saw no need to stop. He had everything he needed. And with the onset of the storm, he also surmised that the weather conditions might delay him even further.
At first his windshield wipers easily handled the rain as it fell. But as the skies darkened, as the first peels of thunder and lightning began, the rain intensified to the point that Brad was forced to slow down. The wipers were barely allowing him enough time to see clearly up the gradually winding road. It was fortunate that the road was little traveled. Brad had seen only one other vehicle, an old light blue pick-up truck that had passed him a few minutes earlier from the opposite direction.
As he drove, his mind began to wander. He was driving safely enough for existing conditions and with no other traffic on the highway; he could once again indulge himself with fantasies for the weekend. He thought of Amanda, or "Mandy" as he called her. She worked at the same ad agency he did, and had on one or two evenings helped him with the Evan's account. But that had not been the only thing she'd helped him with late at night either. He was in the process of imagining her sweet lips sucking his cock when he was suddenly jerked back to reality by what he thought was a deer crossing the road.
Brad slammed on the car's brakes, barely avoiding the deer. The car fishtailed briefly until he brought it back under control again. For a second, he wondered if he had in fact actually hit the animal as he'd heard, or imagined hearing a slight "thump". As the rain was now more a deluge than a simple downpour, Brad wasn't real excited to have to go outside to have a look. But he felt he didn't have any choice in the matter either. He put his hand on the door release when suddenly the pounding of someone on the passenger side window startled him. He turned, half expecting to see some wild crazed deer trying to gore the side of his car. Instead, Brad sat with disbelief as he starred into the face of a beautiful young woman pounding on the window. Almost immediately he reached over unlocking the door.
"Oh thank God!" the drenched mystery woman stated as she climbed onto the seat beside him. "I didn't think anyone would be coming up this road with the storm and all".
"Are you O.K?" Brad finally managed to ask her. " I almost hit you back there!"
"Oh no. I'm fine really. Just soaked."
Brad noticed her for the first time. She was beautiful! Even with long dark stringy-wet hair, and mascara running all over her face, she was still beautiful. He saw her shiver, noticing that her blouse was clinging to her skin. Two very hard pointed nipples testified to the fact that she wasn't wearing much of anything to guard against the weather. He handed her his parka from behind the seat.
"Here, wear this," he offered. "What in the world are you doing out here dressed like that anyway?
She was already in the process of removing her wet blouse as Brad handed her the jacket. But as dark as it was, he could hardly see much anyway, figuring she knew that too.
"I was on my way up to my family's cabin," she began. "And then suddenly, out of nowhere, this deer suddenly appeared in the headlights. I hit the brakes, but hit the deer and spun out of control. My car went off the road down that embankment back there."
Once again Brad asked her. "Like I said before, are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Really. Just a little shaken up is all. And wet."
Brad couldn't see her smiling, but he heard it in the sound of her voice. In it, he could tell how truly grateful she was for his having stopped.
"Maybe I should go back and have a look at your car."
"Not necessary, it's a wreck. That's for sure. But I can get a tow-truck up here in the morning. Right now, I just need a lift up to our cabin, and a little more heat if you wouldn't mind."
