She lay there in the seat, her skin as white as the snowflakes that fell around her. The headlights still shown brightly against the embankment, where trees dotted the ground as far as the eye could see. He awoke from his stupor and observed his surroundings. The airbag had been deployed and was now lying flat against the steering wheel. The front of car had what appeared to be heavy damage, but the inside cabin portion was still pretty much intact.
She had a gash on her forehead, and there was a pattern on the windshield just in front of where she was sitting that indicated she had taken a serious lick.
He unbuckled his belt and reached over, checking for signs of life. He could feel her breathing, though it came in shallow and brief intervals. Her skin was cold, but did not have a bluish tint yet.
"Good," he thought. She still has a chance.
He surveyed his own injuries. A large gash in his pants halfway down his leg was filling with blood. He knew he needed to do something to cover the bleeding. He removed his trousers and his long sleeve shirt, using the sleeves to tie a bandage around his wound.
He shivered, hoping it was from the cold and not from the onset of shock. The engine would not start when he tried, so he could not get any heat. The injury would prevent him from walking very far, and the snow that still pelted the ground would make the journey treacherous.
His daughter moaned and his mind instantly came back to attending to her needs. She was home from college for the holidays and they had left together for his sister's house after her plane arrived. He had planned to stop soon for the night, but he was hoping to make a few more miles before he found a motel. Then they would journey the last few hours in the daylight. Now he realized they would journey no more tonight, and if he didn't do something, they would journey no more.
He picked up his cell phone to dial 911, but the signal bar was empty. Desperate he tried to call anyway, but a 'Service Unavailable' kept popping up on his screen each time he tried. He estimated that the nearest town was about ten to twelve miles away. The narrow two lane stretch of road had produced very few cars the entire evening, and now that the weather was turning inclement, he doubted that there would be anyone until the snow plows reached the area.
He had taken his jacket off and slung it in the backseat of the car while they were at the airport. She was so cold natured that he had to keep the heat and fan going almost the entire trip. He liked the chilly feeling of the air, and did not think he could survive having a jacket on. Even the long sleeves were almost too much.
She still had her jacket on, and he knew he had to keep her warm. But just the jacket wouldn't do. He slid over the bench seat and carefully removed her coat. He could see a dark spot on her pants, just below the waistline. His first thought was that she had pee'd on herself in the collision. If that was the case, the wetness could bring a chill to her that could prevent more problems.
He had to figure out what to do. He still could only elicit a moan from her when he tried to shake her. He moved her arms and was able to free her coat away from her body. He gently laid her back down, but this time he stretched her across the seat.
He grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down her legs. Once they were off, he grabbed her panties and pulled them downward too. When he had removed them from her middle torso area, she started to squirm a bit, and he called her name, but still she did not respond. He finished removing them and the vision of his daughter naked from the waist down suddenly awakened his mind.
She was a volleyball player in high school, and she had continued to keep herself fit while in college. She was gifted with her mom's breasts, and the 36's that rose up toward him now only briefly drew his eye from what lay beneath them.
The shaven mound that proudly displayed the lips still glistened slightly from the dampness, and he reached in his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. He rubbed it softly over her vaginal area, enjoying the feel of the tightness of private area as his fingers rolled along the edges. His middle finger dipped in-between the folds and he moved the cloth from top to bottom.
He rested his hand for a moment, wanting to explore the depths even more, but knowing that he shouldn't. Instead, he decided that she was dry enough for now, and he laid down with is back against the rear of the seat, so that his full weight was not upon her.
