On this moonless night the icy wind, combined with the constant drizzle just seemed to effortlessly cut through the thick layers of my security coat. I'd never felt so chilled to the bone. Then I mentally corrected myself, of course I had, and much worse too; civilian life was making me soft. Just one more building to check then I could return to the comfort of my office and a well earned hot coffee. The warmth of the office was welcome as I opened the door, I made a quick entry in my log then flicked the kettle switch. Glancing at the CCTV monitors I gave a cursory check that all were working correctly, on the third monitor, the one covering the front gate I caught movement in the corner at first I dismissed it as an animal or tree branches. As I looked again I could make out in the soft rays of the gate lamp the unmistakable shape of person. I jumped at the sudden buzz of the gate intercom followed by a female voice.
‘Hello? Is anyone there? I've broken down, do you have a phone?’
I zoom in on her as she stands by the intercom grill and can see that the voice belonged to a very striking red head. She is clearly nervous and having gotten no response starts to walk nervously up and down outside the gate
‘Can I help you?’
She turned with a start at the sound of my voice then rushes to the intercom ‘Oh thank God! I broke done some way back and my mobile phone doesn't have a signal, do you have a phone?’
As she speaks I scan the outside of the gate for any movement, just in case she has others with her
(Old habits die hard). Are you alone?’
‘Of course I'm alone! What sort of stupid question is that?’ Comes a very annoyed reply.
‘Hold on I’ll be right down.’ Grabbing my keys from the desk I make my way down to the front gate, it has now begun to rain quite heavy. Cautiously I unlock the gate ushering her in before quickly re-securing it. When I turn around she is standing in the full glow of my security lights, at about five feet six/seven inches, slim with long red ringlet hair and striking light grey eyes; clad in a very thin black coat and high heels: not exactly the best clothing for a night like this, she is soaked and shivering.
‘Here put this on.’ I say placing my yellow security coat on her shoulders, then escort her to my office.
‘I need to call the AA.’
‘First we need to get you out of those wet clothes.’
‘I beg your pardon!’
‘You're soaked to the skin and shivering, so let's get you out of those clothes and into some dry ones.’ I say handing her a towel.
For a moment she hesitates then smiles sheepishly. ‘I'm sorry. I misunderstood you — it’s been a bit of a crazy night.’
‘Forget it, here put these on when you've dried off.’
Twenty minutes later she is sitting across from me wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and my security sweater sipping a large mug of hot sweet tea having just phoned the AA.
‘They say it'll be three hours before they can get here.’
‘Well, unless you have other plans, you're welcome to wait here in the warm until they arrive, more tea?’
‘Yes, thank you. You know I was beginning to think I'd never find anyone way out here and was beginning to panic. I'm so glad I found this place.’
‘I'm pleased I could help but you would have been better off staying in your car on a night like this.’
‘I realise that now, you must think I'm really stupid.’
‘Not at all, we've all done daft things in our time and I'm no exception.’
‘You're just being nice, but thank you. I'm Catherine, by the way, Catherine Russell, but my friends call me Kate.’ She says offering her hand.
‘I'm Stuart and it's a pleasure to know you Catherine.’ I say taking her hand, then pausing. ‘I mean, Kate.’
At this she smiles, ‘I'm grateful for your help Stuart.’
‘Damsels in distress are my speciality.’ I reply, her hand is still holding mine, for a moment our eyes lock. She is without doubt a beautiful woman and those gorgeous grey eyes! I'm suddenly conscious that I've been staring and she quickly lets go flushing with embarrassment which no doubt mirrored my own. ‘Tell me how you came to break down way out here?’ I ask quickly and notice that she quickly relaxes at the question.
‘I was coming home from a business meeting, my sat nav for some reason led me out here. Wherever
here is! Then died on me, shortly after which my car starts acting up and I find myself stranded. Then, to cap it all my mobile phone had no signal. I suppose that's what happens when you become so
reliant upon technology.’
‘I wouldn't know, I don't have a sat nav, my mobile phone is almost an antique by today's standards and my car is much the same.’
‘Oh you are behind the times.’ She laughs.
‘I guess I am, but you know what Kate, it doesn't bother me in the slightest.’
As we talk the office phone rings I answer it, it's my control, in dealing with Kate I've missed a check call and they are calling to ensure I'm OK. When I return she is crouched over my laptop, she turns a bit startled. ‘I'm sorry I couldn't help reading this, are you a writer?’
‘Yes, It's some work in progress for a novel.’
‘It's very good and so realistic.’
‘Thank you, it's based upon personal experience.’
‘You were in the Army?’
‘You must of seen some action.’
‘Unfortunately, a little too much and — in some pretty unpleasant places.’
She nods as if understanding. ‘Is that why you work way out here, to get away from it all?’
‘You're very perceptive. I like the solitude, a bit of peace and quiet, I get the job done, can work on my novel, it works for me and pays the bills.’
‘Then I come along and ruin all for you.’
‘Hardly, but I welcome the distraction — and your company, it made up for what would have been an otherwise very cold, wet and uneventful night.’
Before she can reply the yellow flashing lights of the AA recovery van appears outside. Ten minutes later she has changed back into her now dry clothes and I see out to the front gate; she thanks me for my help then hands me her business card before climbing into the AA van.
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Short Story / Erotica
Short Story / Erotica
Short Story / Erotica