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It was raining like hell out. I’d just gotten off work and stopped by the 7-11 to pick up some sodas to take home. She was sitting on the curb, shivering and cold. Her clothes were totally soaked and she didn’t have shoes. There wasn’t a soul around this time of night, being close to midnight and stormy. As the headlights of my car hit her, she lifted her head. What a sad sight she is. I get out and run inside, get what I need and back out to my car. “Mister, will you help me, please.” I grab my raincoat and go over to her, placing it around her shoulders and covering her head. “Thanks, but can you help me? I don’t have any place to go. My boyfriend just kicked me out of the car and drove off. Can I sit in your car and get warm, please?” “Sure,” I said, “come on, I’ll put the heater on high and get you toasty.” I help her up and into the passenger side. Closing the door, I run around, jump in and get the car running. As I start the heater running, she puts her bare feet right up to the floor outlet. Although dirty and wet, she has red painted toenails and nice looking feet. Her teeth are chattering and she’s really sniffling. “Want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked. “My boyfriend and I were headed out to the west coast to look for work. There was a big argument about me working and he just stopped down the road and kicked me out. I’ve been here for over four hours now. I don’t think he’s coming back or he’d be here by now.” “Now look, I don’t want to get into something that isn’t my business.” “It’s ok, I’ve been here in the rain so long, and there isn’t anywhere to get under cover. They only let me in the 7-11 a few times and then for only about five minutes each. I just want to get dry and warm and then get to a phone so I can call home. I don’t know if anybody there will help me but I’ve got to try.” “Well, I’m John; I’ve got my own place a few miles down the road. If you’re willing to trust me, I’ll take you there. My old girlfriend left some clothes that might fit you. You can have a warm shower and I’ll order a pizza, that be all right?” “John, I’m Sandra, Sandy to friends so call me that. I’m pleased to meet you and yes, I’ll trust you. You’re the only person who stopped her willing to help. I don’t see much choice anyway. You look like a nice boy too.” Nice boy she says, hell, I’m 19, well almost 19; I will be in a couple days. My parents helped me get my own house when I graduated from high school. I got a job working as a mechanic at a car dealership. I make pretty good money and have no problem paying bills. My long time girlfriend decided to break up and headed off to where she’ll be going to college. My plan is to work for a couple years and save up to pay my tuition. Working as a mechanic keeps me nice and fit. I’m 6-1, 200 pounds, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. “So, Sandy, tell me more about you, how Küçükyalı escort bayan old are you and where’re you from?” “I’m 32 and originally from Norfolk, VA. My dad is a retired submarine officer. Now he works for the government really don’t know what he does. Mom is an RN and works at a hospital in Bangor, ME. I was married to a sailor, an enlisted guy. I caught him with another girl in our bed, so I left and got a divorce. I was living with my parents and met my boyfriend on the base. We fell in love, or that’s what I thought. We were on our way to the San Francisco area to get a better job. He doesn’t want me to work, but if we’re to make it I have to. But now, with him gone, I don’t know what I’m going to do. My purse and all my money and ID’s are in his car. Hey, can I leave a note here telling him where I’ll be? “Sure, I’ll give you my phone number to give him. I handed her a pen and paper, “write it out and I’ll run it in for you.” Sandy finished the note and I gave it to the manager, who I was friends with. Getting back in the car, I drove off to my place. Sandy was leaning back and was soon asleep. Since I live close, it only took about 10 minutes to get home. My parents helped me buy a modest three bedroom, two bath place. It’s on the outskirts of town, so there is distance between houses. I pulled the car into the garage, looked over at Sandy, who was fast asleep. I went around and tried to wake her with no luck, so I picked her up and carried her inside. I laid her on the couch and covered her up with a couple blankets. I was just getting ready to turn the lights down when the storm hit with fury. There was a huge flash of lightening, followed by a very loud clap of thunder. Sandy woke up screaming and sat up crying. “Wha…? Where am I?” I ran over and sat beside her and pulled her to me. “Shh shh shh… it’s okay, it’s just the storm. You’re safe at my place.” She had the fearful look of a little girl being waken up by the bad storm, and wanting mommy and daddy. I pulled the blankets around her, but kept holding her until she woke up completely and calmed down. “Do you feel like getting up and taking a warm shower? “Not really, storms scare the shit out of me. They always have, ever since I was a small kid I’d be so scared and run to mom or dad. Can you just hold me for a few minutes until it goes away?’ “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right here.” Sandy snuggled up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I moved the pillow over and laid back, She just followed me down and ended up lying on my chest, all wrapped up. Every time there was lightening and thunder, she jumped and started whimpering again. After a couple hours, she was sound asleep and the storm was subsiding. I was getting cramps from being in that position, so I eased out from under her and stretched to get the kinks Escort Kartal out. Leaning down, I scooped her into my arms a took her to the master bedroom. After laying her on the bed all wrapped up, I stepped into the bathroom and started filling the tub with warm water. Her skin was still cold and wet. I knew that she had to warm up soon or get real sick. Leaving the water to run, I go in and unwrapped the blankets. She was a sight for sore eyes, looking like she did. I made several tries to wake her and finally got her to sit up with her eyes open. “Sandy, can you get up and get into the tub? You can hand me your clothes through the door.” “Help me John, I can’t do it, all I feel is cold, wet and weak. Just undress me and put me in the tub. After I warm up I’ll be fine.” Not wanting to waste time, I laid her back down and proceeded to take all her clothes off. I stepped back with her wet clothing and looked at her. Sandy is about 5-3 and maybe 115 if she’s lucky. She has 34B tits, according to her bra size. She’s the same size as my ex-girlfriend, Joanna. When we split by mutual agreement, she left a lot of clothes in the other bedroom, so I knew there would be stuff for Sandy. I carried her in and put her into the tub of warm water. Her eyes fluttered open, smiling at me, she leaned back so the water was up to her neck. The tips of her tits were barely out of the water. I some bubble bath to the running water, soon bubbles cover her. I left to take her clothes to the washer for a good cleaning. Coming back, I got Sandy a nice nitie and robe from the spare closet, both a powder blue. Returning, I laid them on the toilet, “here you go, these should fit you just fine for the night. You can sleep in the other bedroom, it’s a full bed.” Sandy is getting some color back to her body and face from the warm water, and she’s now sitting up, washing her body. “Can’t I just sleep with you John? I promise I’ll just sleep, I’m too tired to do anything. I do trust you, I don’t think you’d take advantage of me.” “I guess that will be okay, I’m not going to do anything to you.” I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for both of us to enjoy during the stormy weather. Returning with two steaming cups, Sandy had completed the bath and was already under the covers. She sat up to take the cup, holding a sheet over her breasts. As she reached out, the sheet fell away to reveal her beautiful breasts and taught stomach. Looking nice and clean, I felt a stirring in my loins. She handed me her cup back and I just sat them on the night stand when there was a bright flash of lightening and a clap of thunder that shook the whole house and made the lights flash and flicker. Sandy jumped and grabbed me, and started crying, “No, no, don’t let it get me, John.” I turned to her, wrapping my arms around her. “Its Suadiye escort okay, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let it get you.” “Please don’t laugh at me; you don’t understand what it’s like to be scared like this. It all started when I was a little girl, the older boys and some girls would yell at me when there was a storm. “It’s coming to get you Sandy, it’s coming to get you,” and chasing me all around. I’d run home to find mom or dad to protect me. I’d cry for hours on end. My boyfriend didn’t understand and would laugh sometimes. Maybe it’s a good thing he dumped me out.” “I won’t laugh at you; I know people have different fears. Now lay back and try to sleep, I’ll be right here beside you.” She closed her eyes, but had her feet against my leg for security. Within minutes, she was out like a light. Whenever there was a bright flash and thunder, she would whimper and stir around. I turned out the light and tried to sleep myself. We never did order out for that pizza. I awake at my normal time of 6AM to find Sandy huddled up against me, her firm tits pressing against my arm. The wind is picking up and I hear the rumbling of thunder. Easing out of bed, I head to the bathroom for a morning piss and shower. Just as I’m ready to step in and get wet, there is a bright flash and loud clap of thunder; I know it’s loud enough to wake her. “John, John, where are you?” “I’m in the shower Sandy.” She comes running in, eyes wide and she’s shaking. I open the shower door and she steps inside, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby about this. I just can’t seem to shake these fears of storms.” “It’s ok, I understand. Since you’re here, let’s just take a shower and I’ll make some coffee and breakfast.” We swap places so she can get wet. Taking the wash cloth and soap, Sandy starts washing me. She is starting to relax a little as she proceeds to wash my upper body. The sight of her tits jiggling is having an effect, what was a semi-hard erection has turned very hard. Sandy was doing my back and kneels down for my legs. “Turn around and I’ll do your front now.” As I turned, it wasn’t hard for her to notice my cock sticking straight out. She wrapped her soapy hands around me, stroking up and down my full seven inches. “Wow, this is nice, if you don’t mind I’ll take care of this problem later.” “It’s been quite a while since I’ve been in a shower with a woman. Seeing you has quite an effect. And yeah, it’s ok. I didn’t bring you here for sex anyway.” “I know and it’s been a while for me too. You’re a good looking guy and I certainly wouldn’t mind. But right now I just want to wake up and get some food in me, I’m starving!” “Just as soon as we’re done here, I’ll get something cooking. I don’t have much but I think there’s some bacon and eggs in the fridge.” “Yeah, that sounds good.” We finish washing each other and dry off. I grab my jeans and head to the kitchen, stopping to flick the TV on and to the local weather. As it comes on, I knew what it would be saying. The wind is picking up and rain is being driven against the windows. No big surprises there. I put on the coffee and get the breakfast fixings from the fridge.
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