He was lost. There was no doubt about it now. He started looking for a place to turn around, but the road was dark and narrow. Rain beat upon the windshield with such ferocity that, even with the wipers on high, he could barely see the road ahead.
Just as he rounded a bend, lightning lit the road like noonday. That one instant of brilliance showed him a raging torrent of black water where a bridge used to be. He slammed on the brakes, thanking the road gods that he was going slow enough to stop.
Now cursing those same road gods, he backed and turned, went forward and turned again, until he was able to head back the way he had come. He had only traveled a half a mile before there was another blinding flash of light. Suddenly, his windshield exploded, and everything went black.
When he came to, he was wet, cold, and his face was in pain. His windshield was gone, and just inches from his head was a huge tree limb. Rain and wind tore through the hole where the windshield had been. A couple of shoves soon convinced him that he could not remove the limb, so getting out of the storm became his first priority. He could see that little or no rain was getting into the rear of car, so he decided to move to the back seat. Once there he planned to retrieve the emergency kit from the trunk by folding one of the split seats down. Among other things, his emergency kit contained blankets and a flashlight. It also occurred to him that if things got worse, he could even get into the trunk to stay dry.
He pushed open the driver's door and stepped out into the storm. Just as he was ready to open the back door he spotted the lights of a house. He knew that he would get completely soaked getting there. However, since he was already wet, and there was the promise of a warm, dry house, he decided that the risk of getting wetter and/or not getting in was infinitely better than the certainty of a cold car.
Scanning the road carefully, he spotted the mouth of a lane that looked like it ran toward the house. He made his way quickly along the winding, tree lined drive. As he moved up the lane he spotted and lost the lights of the house several times. When he finally cleared the trees the house was right in front of him. Without hesitation, he mounted the steps to the large wraparound porch. At last, he thought, he was out of the rain.
Crossing the deep porch, he knocked loudly on the door. Pausing, he listened. Nothing, he rapped again, louder this time. Sounds, movement from within, thank God, he thought, someone was home. A moment later a very pretty young woman in a maid's uniform opened the door. "Yes," her voice and the expression on her face were as cold as the rain he had just escaped.
"I've been in an accident," he told her, "if I could just use you phone, or if you could call for me."
"Oh my," her whole demeanor changed, as she really looked at the stranger for the first time, "you're soaked to the skin, and you're bleeding. Please come in. I'll inform the mistress."
"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the warm hall.
He watched as the pretty maid scurried off to tell her boss. Even though he was cold and wet, he noticed that the maid had shapely legs and a nice ass. A moment later, he heard voices. He saw the maid heading his way, followed by another woman. The woman of the house carried herself like a queen. Her regal bearing made her seem tall, even though she was only a couple of inches taller than her maid's four foot ten.
The new comer was wearing a flowing, floor length dark robe. It's true color impossible to tell in the dimly lit hall. All he could see of the woman was her long blond hair, her pale hands and her face, which was almost startling in its beauty. As the pair approached, the woman turned to her maid and said, "You're right my dear, he is hurt. Please fetch the first aid kit." Smiling, she turned back to the stranger, "we will get you fixed up in a moment. There is a phone on the table here if you would like to call for help."
"Thank you," he said, reaching for the instrument. He held the receiver to his ear for a second, and then with a heavy sigh, "I'm afraid it's dead. Thank you for letting me try. I'll head back to my car now."
"Absolutely not," her voice was soft, yet firm and commanding, "I cannot allow you to go back out into that gale. We will fix your injuries, and find you something warm and dry to wear."
Just then the maid returned with the first aid kit. The two women led him to the brightly lit kitchen where they work quickly together to tend his wounds. After his wounds had been dressed and bandaged, the maid led him to an upstairs bathroom where she laid out towels and a warm comfortable robe for him. Pointing to a laundry shoot the maid said, "Please put your wet things in there. I will take care of them for you. The mistress would like you to join her in the library when you are done here."
"Thank you," he replied, "where is the library?"
"Bottom of the stairs, turn left," the maid answered, then she turned to leave.
Between the hot shower and the warm robe, the traveler had almost forgotten about the storm raging outside. However, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a brilliant flash of lightning followed immediately by a loud crash of thunder. Suddenly, the lights went out. He stood still for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. In a moment, he saw the warm glow of a fire. It lit his way down the hall towards the library. When he entered the room, he could see the woman seated in a large chair near the fireplace.
Indicating a chair to her right she said, "Please join me." As he sat down the lady continued. "I am very sorry that you had an accident, but since it did happen, I'm glad it was here. Not only were we able to help you, but you supply us some much needed company. Out here in the middle of nowhere we get very little company."
"I am very grateful," the youth told her warmly, "for your help and kindness."
The pretty young maid entered the room, pushing a small cart. On the cart were a tray of meats, cheeses, breads, and a bottle of wine. "I hope this will do, mistress?" the maid asked with concern, "it is the best I could do with such short notice."
The woman smiled at her servant, "I'm sure it will do just fine my dear." Then turning to her guest, she asked, "would you mind if I have my maid join us? She gets very nervous when the lights are out, and does not like to be alone."
"Not at all," he replied, "I'd be happy to have her eat with us."
The maid pulled a small chair near the other two and the trio ate in silence for several minutes. After they had finished, the maid cleared away the cart and returned. "Would there be anything else, mistress?" she asked.
"Yes my dear," the lady responded. Then turning to the young man she said, "one of the things I have always liked about her is that she is always completely obedient. Aren't you my precious?"
"Yes mistress," the maid replied. Her eyes were downcast, but a small smile played across her lips.
"Tell me what you think of my maid," the lady inquired. "Don't you think she's quite pretty?"
"Oh yea," he replied warmly, "I think she's a stone fox."
"I've always thought that she has beautiful legs," the lady informed him. "Of course, if you want to judge properly, you really need to see her legs without stocking, don't you think? Would you like to see her naked legs?"
He did not know what her game was, but he quickly decided to play. "I must agree," he said with a smile, "you do need to see a woman's legs without stocking to truly judge how good they look. I'd love to see her take her stockings off."
The woman turned back to her maid, "Well my dear, would you like to show this nice gentleman your sexy legs?"
"Yes mistress," the young maid was starting to breathe more heavily, "should I take my shoes and stockings off?"
The maid sat in the small chair that she had used earlier. After kicking off her shoes, she hiked her skirt up past the tops of her stockings, exposing the pale flesh of her upper thighs to the leering eyes of the watching pair. Both the man and woman watched intently as the maid slowly rolled first one and then the other stocking down her beautiful legs.
"Stand up please," the woman directed her maid, "turn slowly so we can get a good look at your legs." Looking back to the man she asked, "what do you think?"
"Very lovely,"he replied, with a lecherous grin, "but her dress is so long that it is hard to really tell."
"True," she responded, "I could have her raise the hem of her dress higher."
"Yes you could," the man returned, his excitement and his cock growing. "However, the pose would be all wrong. I think it would work much better if she just took the dress off."
The woman appeared to consider for a moment, then she said, "You're right," her own desire also growing. To her maid she said, "please take your dress off."
The maid, who clearly enjoyed obeying these commands, turned her back to the horny pair, reached behind herself, unzipped the dress, and turned again to face the leering couple. Crossing her arms, she pulled the dress off her slender shoulders. Then one at a time pulled each arm free, while still holding the dress up in front of her. Finally she let the dress fall, revealing a black half bra, and matching bikini panties.
"Wow," he exclaimed, "she has a gorgeous body. God, I'd love to see her without her bra and panties."
"Tell me my dear," the lady asked her maid, "how do you feel about taking off the rest of your clothes?"
"I've never been naked in front of a man before," the maid exclaimed.
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