It was one of those miserable autumn nights. The rain was drizzling down; a breeze was starting to build a little, and here and there some fog patches caused the traffic to slow much more than it needed to.
I had slammed the car door in a bit of a temper after leaving the school-board meeting. Another wasted night ----people taking 30 minutes to make decisions that could be resolved in 30 seconds. Some people just love the sound of their own voice and others just don't know when to sit down and shut up.
I continued to mutter my ravings as I drove through the encroaching darkness, asking myself why I had let my guard down so easily and been talked into filling the seat on the board. Yes, I had been a teacher for years and yes I understood that I could have great input and yes, since my wife had died two years ago, I now had time on my hands and I could see where some people would think I would be an asset to the teachers and parents and students.
But after three months I was sick of it all. The constant arguments; the selfishness of adults wanting their own way and the seemingly total lack of care about what was best for the kids. Tonight there had been almost a brawl as to what color the new art-room walls should be painted. To hell with the fact that the art teacher couldn't get a word in to let everyone know that she did not have sufficient supplies to even let the kids draw. So much for the concept of equality in sharing the resources. I was dumb enough to ask why it was necessary for the football team to get brand new uniforms for the third season in a row and the art teacher doesn't have enough materials for even the most basic curriculum projects. I wasn't very popular after that!
As I drove home, my frustration built as my mind dwelt on other people's stupidity. On top of that for some reason I was horny as hell ---it had been almost two years since I had been with a woman but the thought of going into the dating scene at 55 years of age turned me off and I decided "better a life of celibacy with peace than a life of miserable sex with a nagging woman". But sometimes the old desires would let themselves be known.
As I glided through one of those long, sweeping curves that are common on country roads, I saw the flashers of a car on the side of the road about two miles ahead. The rain was still drizzling, but now it fell in an almost steady stream, and the wind had started blowing strongly enough to make the rain streak across the windshield.
As I drew nearer to the parked vehicle, I could see the outline of two people, gathered at the rear of the car, looking down at the tire. They had neither umbrellas nor raincoats and as I pulled to a halt behind them, I could see that they were two women and they were soaked through with the rain.
I grabbed a golf umbrella from the passenger side, flicked it open as I jumped from the car and said: "Looks like you ladies are having trouble!"
The elder of the two turned to me with obvious hesitation and fear and I saw that she was of Indian extraction. The younger woman was standing close to the first, whom I assumed was her mother, holding on to her with the same desperation. I did my best to alleviate their fears by joking:
"Well, you certainly didn't pick the best night to have a flat tire. Now, let's see what we can do to get you on your way again."
The mother smiled a little uncertainly and I noticed both of them shiver uncontrollably. I had remembered to wear a heavy sweater as well as my trench-coat, which I took of and ignoring their protests, I handed it to them and told them to huddle close and wrap it around their shoulders.
I made a hand signal that I needed the car keys to unlock the trunk and the daughter handed them over. As I took the keys, I couldn't help but notice how strikingly beautiful both women were. The long, dark, flowing hair on each of them fringed a face of what could only be described as breath-taking beauty. In the flash of a moment I saw that their complexions were flawless and the rest of their bodies were shaped and filled to perfection. The mother must have been in her forties while the daughter looked a mature late twenties.
I unlocked the trunk, found all the equipment I needed and bent over the flat tire to complete the change. In no time at all, the job was done. The "mini wheel" was securely locked in place and I returned the jack and wheel brace into their original places.
The women had stood behind me the whole time I was working and as I held out the keys, the mother took them from my hand and held my fingers to her forehead. I accepted this to be some form of Indian custom, smiled at her and said "You're Welcome', then since the mother did not seem to speak much English, I looked at the daughter and asked: "Do you have far to go?"
She explained her destination and I added that I had to travel in the same direction and would be happy to follow behind them to make sure they arrived safely.
While I was genuinely trying to maintain being a gentleman, there suddenly was a part of me which didn't want to leave these two beautiful creatures. The thought crossed my mind that a man would be over the moon to have either one of them. I chided myself for my selfish desires and continued: "You both jumped into your car and I won't be far behind in case something else goes wrong".
The mother grabbed my hand again and in broken English said: "I thank my family gods that you have come and rescued us from our great dilemma. You have shown us great kindness and protection and so we are now in your debt and look forward to showing you our gratitude and thanks with a small gift."
I smiled and waved my hand negatively and said: "No --there is no need to do that.
I am happy that I was able to help you and get you on your way again."
The mother joined her hands together to her forehead and smilingly said: " As you follow us to our place, please allow us to grant you hospitality to regain the cleanliness of your hands and dry this coat which is now so wet from saving us out of the rain."
Normally in such a situation, I would have just shrugged her off and said: "Don't worry -- I don't need any thanks", but some magnet- like attraction was keeping me close to these hapless women.
I smiled back at her and thanked her with a nod of my head, held open the door for her while her daughter scurried around to the driver's side and slide in behind the wheel.
The rest of the trip was not long, although they did drive excruciatingly slowly, and soon their right indicator flashed as they prepared to enter into a conglomerate of condominiums at the edge of town. I reflected how close I was to my own house and that I should really just say goodnight and head on home, but the mystery and the magnetism drew me after them and I pulled into a parking space beside them.
I jumped out, locking my doors as I did so, and reached for the handle to open the car door for the mother. Her clothes were still wet from the rain and in the beam of the interior light, they were almost transparent. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra and her breasts were bulging against her silk-like shirt. I could hardly pull my eyes away from staring at her, so I smiled and offered her my hand to help her out of the car. As she stood up, she drew my arm across her breasts and then, gliding slowly behind me, brushed herself against my back. Any control I thought I had over myself disappeared and I had a hard on for the first time in years.
As the mother stood close to my right, she hooked her arm around mine and stiltedly asked: "May I please be bold as to hold your arm so that I may not slip in this wet rain." I smiled into her eyes and she held mine for a few seconds, then demurely lowering her glance, she began to move towards the condo entrances. The daughter then appeared at my left side, slipping her arm under my left arm and together the three of us walked casually towards the doors.
"I have the key, mama", the daughter said, running ahead a few steps and opening the doors. I reached over her head and pushed the door open, holding it clear so that both of them could walk in freely.
"Only one flight of stairs", the mother explained suddenly in much better English. "I think we all can manage that without expending too much energy that might be more useful later on."
She coyly looked sideways at me and smiled again, an alluring smile that suggested a woman of mystery and passion and great desire. "That's true mama," the daughter added with a laugh "but since one accident is enough for tonight, I think we should go up first and if either of us falls, then this kind gentleman will be able to catch us and save us once again."
I stood aside and allowed both women to take the stairs first, and as we climbed I allowed myself the ecstasy of watching two delicious asses swinging provocatively in front of my face.
I made a mental note that in spite of her age, the mother would give the daughter and any other 30 something female, a run for their money when it came to looking good. Through the silk trousers that she wore and which were still wet from the rain, I could see her legs were shapely and that she wore rather flimsy panties. The daughter was wearing a skirt and as she climbed the stairs, she hitched it slightly to her thighs, giving me a view of skin and shape that brought my hard-on raging back with a vengeance.
We reached the top of the stairs, turned right into a hallway and almost immediately stopped at the next door of the left. The daughter slipped a key into the lock and throwing the door open with a flourish, welcomed me to their "humble abode". This time both women stood aside at the doorway and gestured for me to enter. As I brushed past each of them, neither made any attempt to move as our bodies lightly touched and I walked into a rather old-fashioned, but pleasant room.
I heard the click of the lock being thrown into place and turned to see both women looking me up and down.
The mother stepped forward and rubbing my sweater and pant leg in her fingers said: "Oh, you also have become very wet in your clothes. Please allow us to provide you with garments from my son so that we may dry these clothes for you to wear. "