One
He'd always preferred the darkness, even as a boy he would wander around his house without turning on the lights. Not that he was one of those pallid modern vampires who only came out at night, no, he had bought this farm and it kept him strong and tan but he just preferred the darkness at night, it was a secret and comfortable place for him.
So it was unusual for him to light a candle and even stupid of him to leave it burning in the barn like he did a very real fire hazard. But he needed the light to find some chains that he would need the next day so he sat it down for only a minute and then the light attracted the most unusual moth and it turned out to be the most amazingly fortunate act of stupidity of his life.
It was an old farm house miles from anywhere and he never had visitors, which was the way he wanted it, 3 years since his wife died, 5 years since he had been intimate with her because of her illness, a year and a half since he had been with any woman at all. But those women were someone else's ex-wives looking for a new ex-husband.
He wanted and liked the solace but now and then, and a lot lately, he yearned for a woman to be with, talk to, and fuck...the pent up desire was coming close to ruling his life. He had a dark feeling inside that he wanted to explore...but there was no one to help him.... so he preferred being with no one.
That is why he was surprised when he thought that he'd heard a woman's voice calling, he thought it was the wind, but still, the voice became a little stronger when he went into the mud room that led to the old barn.
The house was big and roomy and empty, what had once been a back porch had been turned into a mud room complete with a pantry, washer and dryer, and his favorite was the bathroom with a shower that was outfitted with a chair that his wife used during her weaker years. He loved coming in from a hard days work and sitting in the shower to rest and recuperate from his chores.
He was surprised when the candle came in to the house being carried by someone who looked lie something the cat would drag it. It was a woman, her bare breast and the torn dress made that obvious, hunched over and limping, and shivering from the cold rain that was now pouring down in sheets.
"Hello??" the voice was weak as if not wanting to be heard as she tried to peer through the darkness over the candle.
He stepped out of the darkness taking her hand with the candle in a vice like grip. He wanted to say, "Who are you?" or "What are you doing here?" or even "Can I help you?" but all his words came out at once in a garbled stern sounding mean tones. Her first reactions was to struggle and try to pull away but he was too strong, too careful of her lit candle
"It's ok...it's ok...you're ok..." He was speaking in low soothing tones, like he did when one of his horses needed calming. The words had their affect as the tension drained from her body and she leaned into his chest shivering and he thought that he heard one faint sob.
The closest chair was the one in the shower so he picked her up (she didn't feel weak in his arms...just someone who was now pushed beyond exhaustion and needed help) and carried her into the bathroom and turned on the heater.
Her dress ripped again as he put her on her feet in order to sit her in the shower chair and in that moment when she wasn't pressed against him, the tattered wet piece of cloth fell to the floor leaving her completely nude.
He turned the shower on and let the water warm before he sat her in the chair to let the water warm her and clean the cuts on her legs and feet then left the room.
A moment later he returned with an apple and a bottle of water, he knew that she was hungry and that she could eat this in the shower. But he had to stop and stare for a moment. Everything had happened so quickly, the sureality of the moment was sinking in, one moment he was alone for another lonely night and now there was a beautiful naked woman in his shower needing his help...his care.
The hot water flowed over her body, dripping from her breasts across her flat abdomen to her shaved labia. He couldn't help but stare...it had been a long time since he'd seen any pussy but he had never seen a shaved pussy and it was more beautiful...more exciting than he could have imagined.
But he had work, she had wounds, she was filthy, so he began by cleaning her. First, he took off his blue cotton work shirt and then he shampooed her hair, massaging the suds deep into her scalp lifting the grit away.
And she let him, not as some dumb mannequin in a store window, or as a prisoner enduring subjugation, but as a patient who knew that she could trust the hands that were helping her.
He lathered his hands with soap and washed her body bare handed, he could have used a washcloth but he wanted to touch and feel her skin as he cleaned her.
He noticed that there were tiny hair nubs on her pussy and he paused, he'd always wanted to...he looked at her face and she smiled a little...so he got the shaving cream and razor and very carefully shaved her pussy.
He spread the cream down her legs and so she stood, he had to stand too and adjust the erection in his tightening jeans, and then knelt to continue shaving her then tending to her cuts.
The water began to cool as the hot water tank emptied so he closed the valves and wrapped her in a thick towel.
"If you're ok, I'm going to go into the kitchen and fix something warm for you" she nodded and continued to dry herself.
She joined him a few minutes later wearing his shirt, which she didn't bother to button, she felt safe and comfortable as she came in and hugged him.
"I don't know how to thank you" her first words to him.
"Eat" he said, "here is some soup...I grew the veggies..."
She ate quietly; he sat there thinking of something to say.
"This is a night of a bunch of firsts for me," he said, "I have never had a beautiful woman come in to my house like this, I have never seen a woman naked before I learned her name..."
"Sara" she said.
"Sara...with or without the 'h'?"
"Umm without..."
"A beautiful turn of the tongue...Sara." he said her name with a slight flip of the "r" like the Spanish do.
