Storm

Storm Storm

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Two people meet and decide to go on a trip... Not only as friends.

Summary

Two people meet and decide to go on a trip... Not only as friends.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Storm

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Two people meet and decide to go on a trip... Not only as friends. A new chapter every day.... Stay tuned!!!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 28, 2015

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Storm

Chapter 1

It’s the end of another long day at work here in Seattle. Managing a car dealership is a lot of work when things are busy, but during the winter, things slow down to a crawl and as many people know; sometimes days are harder and longer when there’s not a lot to do.  All I want on this cold winter evening is to get home, put my feet up, maybe have a glass of wine, put on some music or possibly watch a movie.  I’d had a pretty brutal break up a couple of years ago, and have been alone ever since. Yes, there’s been the occasional date, but nothing lasting.  So it’s usually me, music, movies, and once in a while a marathon of a new TV show addiction. 

Its cold on this Saturday night and the clouds look like they’re ready to release a torrent of snow which is rare for this part of the country, and when it happens we’re usually caught off guard. I bundle up against the weather and head out to my car, a dark blue seven series BMW.  I start it and crank the seat heaters as high as they’ll go.  I sit for a few minutes while the car warms up and the windows defrost.  I pick a playlist off my iPod, something relaxing, which for me is acoustic rock.  This evening it’s some old live Springsteen will do nicely.

I live out in the country, about forty minutes out of town in an old farm house.  I bought it as a fixer upper, but the fixing up is going a little slower than I anticipated, mostly due to my exceptional ability to procrastinate.  Living out in the country has its advantages though; it’s quiet, secluded, I have a big yard and no close neighbors, plus, I love the drive, it allows me to unwind on the way home, but at this time of year it can be a little treacherous.  And made a little worse this evening by the fact that a snow storm was building. 

As I round a curve, about half way home, I veer to the right just a little too much and catch the right front tire on the mound of snow on the edge of the road.  The snow pulls my car into the ditch violently, getting me good and stuck.  I wasn’t driving fast, but the BMW is a heavy car, and it’s rear wheel drive; there’s no way I was getting out of this little pickle. Somehow, the car stalled during my little foray into the ditch, and doesn’t seem to want to start.  I immediately dial the towing company we usually use for our customers, and was immediately told that it would be at least two hours before a truck could reach me. I guess this storm has affected quite a few people.  So, I hunkered down, turned up the stereo and figure I’d just wait it out.  Besides not having a glass of wine, I was doing ok!  The situation could have been a lot worse.  But I was getting a little chilly.  I pull my jacket tight around me and rewrap my scarf to try to stay warm.  I’m starting to get a little worried about the next couple of hours.

After about half an hour I hear a honk behind me, I look in the mirror and see two headlights attached to a truck.  My tow had arrived. ‘That was quick’ I think.  I jump out of the car, trudge through the ever deepening snow towards the truck when I notice it’s not a tow truck.  I walk up to the window and as it rolls down I see that the driver is a woman.  She’s dressed for the elements, scarf, hat, parka, the whole deal.  But from what I can see, she has amazing blue eyes.  I’ve always loved blue eyes, and these ones are smiling at me. 

“Looks like you might have a problem here.” She says. 

“Yeah, looks like winter got the better of me, and the tow company says they’re going to be a while yet.” I respond.  “Any chance you’ve got a tow rope or chain to pull me out?” I ask. 

“No.” she says “but I live just down the road, hop in and wait for your tow there.” 

I didn’t really have much choice at that point; I might have taken a ride from Charles Manson given my situation.

As I hop in her truck, even in the dim light, I notice that, from what I can see, she’s quite pretty.  A cute nose with a small little upturn in it, and the nicest dimples when she smiles, which she seems to be doing all the time.

Turns out she lives not one kilometer from where I was stranded, which was a good thing considering I was hoping for a tow soon, although now that I’m in a truck with a beautiful woman, not too soon.  As we walk into her house, I notice how comfortable it looks and feels. A Big couch, nice fireplace, stunning kitchen with a massive island.  There’s wood everywhere, it feels almost like a ski chalet. Very inviting. I take off my boots and jacket, hang them by the door and slowly make my way into this stranger’s home.

As I make my way into the house as she gets out of her winter gear, I notice that she’s beautiful.  Not someone you’d see on the cover of a magazine or anything like that, but a cute sort of beauty with just enough sexy thrown in.  She has a nice shape too.  Not skinny, more like what the ideal of beauty in the 50’s was than today’s waifish standards.  I’m trying to look at her without being obvious, and this is what I notice at a glance.  She has great breasts too.  I’ve never been a boob man, but these are pretty nicely shaped.  Maybe a large B cup. 

I realize that the silence has gone on too long and that I haven’t actually introduced myself.  I’m not sure why it doesn’t strike me as odd that a woman has invited me into her home without even getting my name.  Now’s as good a time as any.

“By the way, my name is Derrick” I say. 

“Julie” she replies, “but my friends call me Jules.” 

“Hi Julie, nice to meet you.” I say with a chuckle. 

“Call me Jules.” She says. 

Hmmmm.  Looks like we’re friends. 

Jules steps into the kitchen, opens her fridge, pulls out a bottle of wine, and offers me a glass.  It’s as though she was reading my mind, or knew what I had planned for this Saturday night.  I take the opportunity while she’s pouring our wine to take a closer look at my savior. She has shoulder length dark hair, some streaks, beautiful blue eyes; I mean piercing, playful eyes, the kind that can say so many things just with a glance. Her skin is beautiful, with just a couple of freckles to give her a youthful look.  I decide that although she’s not what most people would consider to be a typical beauty, she’s incredibly beautiful in a very unique way.  Jules hands me my wine, and I think, ‘Perfect.’  This is just what I need to take my mind off the fact that I’m not going to get home any time soon and that I’m in a bit screwed.  It’s a good wine, a Pinot Grigio, not too sweet, just right.  And, on an empty stomach, I can feel it even after one glass, albeit a very large glass. 

Jules says I look like I’m still cold. 

“Yes, actually, I am.  Mind if I start the fire?”  I say nodding toward the fireplace.

“I’ll do that, why don’t you go have a hot shower.  That’s what I do when I’m cold.”  She says.

I have to confess, that was a brilliant idea.  Jules leads me to the master bedroom, and through to the ensuite bath, she grabs me a towel along the way, and says that everything I need is in the shower.  Then she pulls out an old sweater and a pair of track pants that look like they might fit.  “An old boyfriends” she explains.  Fine by me. 


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